When he was young, Steward Ma walked down from the upstairs with an antique box in his hand, nodded and signaled the two warriors to look at the door of the second floor, and opened the box on a long table.

I saw that there was a little finger thick light cyan snake tendon hoarded inside, the length was four feet, and there was a slightly open spirit bead at both ends of the inner box, which was used to ensure the spirituality of the material.

"Huang Gongzi, please see, this snake tendon is not comparable to ordinary cow tendon regardless of material or quality, taking the white cow specially supplied by the State of Daqi official as an example, the best fourteen-year-old cow tendon can make that two-stone hard bow, but these three-headed snake tendons, Li Mi of the thirteen craftsmen's shop has spoken, as long as it is handed over to him to deal with, he can make a four-stone bow within half a month, if he works the back of the bow, give him more than ten days, and make a five-stone bow is not a problem. The key point is that with the momentum of the arm, although it is a five-stone bow, it can reach more than seven stones, and this kind of bow power should not be underestimated in the opening period. ”

Huang Ming thought for a while, and asked the horse steward, "The snake tendon is good, but how much is this thing worth?" ”

It is not easy to talk about the price in the transaction, and the steward Ma set his mind and compared five fingers.

"Fifty spirit beads, the small shop will not bargain, and I hope that Gongzi Haihan."

Huang Ming was speechless, "What, it's just a material, it's more expensive than the top-grade thorn armor of the ten-mile Jingpo?" ”

Steward Ma stroked the edge of the box and paced a few steps, and said lightly: "Childe doesn't know, the real auction price of the old family master at the auction is called forty-three spirit beads, after all, the materials from the inland of Tianze, how can they be compared to the items that he produced in Jingpo that are half sold and half sent?" ”

"Can I touch this snake tendon then?" Huang Ming was a little hesitant, but he looked quite tempted.

"Naturally, it's just that the snake tendons must not be lifted during the child's inspection, otherwise the spirit beads at both ends will be dissipated in an instant because the snake tendons are not there."

Huang Ming slowly rubbed the snake tendon with the back of his hand, it was cold to the touch, and he really felt that this thing was good, and he pinched the snake tendon with his backhand, soft and hard, and it was indeed an excellent material for making bowstrings or whips, and after a while, Huang Ming withdrew his hand and fell into deep thought.

Steward Ma saw all these in his eyes, and was not in a hurry to urge Huang Ming to make a decision, just rubbing his hands there and waiting for Huang Ming to come up with that idea.

Over the years, the horse steward has been very accurate in doing business, this little guy from Spicy Ridge should have gone to the Descending Temple a few days ago and made a windfall, otherwise why did the second young master introduce this kind of soil bun? There is a play, there is definitely a play!

As the horse steward expected, Huang Ming frowned and slapped his hands to make a decision, "It's up to Brother Ma, fifty is fifty, but I don't know how much it will cost to ask Master Li to make a finished bow?" ”

Steward Ma was happy in his heart, "Young master is magnificent, you only need to choose the bow body material again to make a divine bow, as far as the mainstream bow body is concerned, the green bamboo of Taiqingmen for more than 20 years has excellent toughness, and it is also worthy of this snake tendon, although it is the best choice to use the bone bow body of Neize, it will take time to find it." ”

"Isn't it because you have the bamboo of Taiqingshan on hand?" Huang Ming rolled his eyes, and secretly scolded these businessmen in his heart for doing business. But he said: "The sooner the better, it's too green and green, and I'm tired of the horse steward to estimate the price." ”

Steward Ma already had an estimate in his heart, "One hundred spirit beads are enough, twenty-five of them are for Li Lao's wages, which is indispensable, as for Taiqing Mountain and Qingzhu, the son is lucky, and there happens to be one left in the store..."

Huang Ming sighed, and took out a spirit coin in a trembling manner, seeing that Steward Ma's eyelids jumped, and his heart was happy.

Good guy, the second son's vision is still very poisonous, very poisonous!

That night, the steward of the horse set down the banquet to invite Huang Ming as promised, in this elegant compartment, with two golden silk fish as the main course of this table of banquet, it is worth a spirit bead, plus a small pot of warm Poria wine, the misty night accompanied by the murmuring sound of the river flowing in the city downstairs, there is an artistic conception that the wine is not drunk and everyone is drunk.

"Let's talk about the Tongyun Sect first, the late old master values this Tongyun Sect the most, because the Tongyun Sect, no matter how much he studies the exercises, the experience of being born and entering the world is the closest to a non-contention, non-action, and selflessness."

Steward Ma poured himself a drink with a smile and continued: "No dispute, no gentleman, it is that Confucianism, and Wu Wei is as the name suggests, it is Taoist thought, and that selflessness, I don't know much about it, it should be that Buddhist thought, so the three cultivations of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism in the Tongyun Sect are the closest to the Great Dao, and the monks in the sect are good at refining the pills taken by monks and warriors, so it is inevitable that the alchemy consumables of Neize are very deep. ”

Huang Ming had some questions, "Martial artists ascend to the heights by fighting with a pair of fists, how can Tongyun Sect still refine martial arts pills?" ”

Steward Ma laughed, "Martial artists refining muscles, bones, skin, flesh and blood, especially that blood, is the foundation of martial artists' advancement to the Blood-Dissolving Realm, the reason why many martial artists think that the pill is just a shortcut for monks to improve their cultivation is because the cost of the pills taken by martial artists is too high and the cost is too expensive, and even most martial artists in the enlightenment period may not be able to touch one in their lives." ”

Huang Ming nodded without words, and the horse steward craned his neck again.

"And the question sect, the old family master has the worst impression, after all, it is the big sect with the most high-level monks in our northern region, and the monks give exercises according to the release of questions and answer questions, so one question and one answer is the root of the question sect, and it is the inheritance of the sect from the Huagai continent. And there are more than 1,000 volumes of the family exercises in the sect, and there are many books in the world that have a lot of weird talismans, and the five elements of magic come out one after another. ”

Huang Ming remembered Liu Di's talismans, which indeed confirmed the old man's statement, and couldn't help nodding secretly. Steward Ma glanced at Huang Ming, who was stunned for a moment, secretly proud, and continued: "It's just that the Title Sect is the only sect of the three sects that does not accept martial artists, so a martial artist family like us naturally has a bad impression of the Title Sect. ”

Speaking of this, there were more smiles on the old man's face: "As for the Taiqing Gate, it is a big sect that has a very close relationship with our shops, and it has cultivated a magic word, the so-called art, is the proverbial unique skill, for example, the Thirteen Craftsmen, a small sect specializing in iron, its upper sect is just a small hill in the Taiqing Gate, in addition to being good at making weapons and runes, Taiqing Gate is also good at making all kinds of blood food, runes, cloud disks, and martial arts runes that can not be seen by the inscription sect and so on. It can be said that after staying in Taiqingshan for a few years, learning the craft, the immortal rice can be eaten softly, and every year, a large number of monks and warriors bring rare materials to those masters to make what they want, and they can often take advantage of the excitement and return satisfied. Your divine bow, Ming'er will take it to a furnace outside the city where the thirteen craftsmen are located to build it early, at least one month, more than one and a half months, I will take my son over there to get the bow.

Huang Ming picked up his wine glass: "There is Rauma in charge, then I will wait for good news in the city." ”

Steward Ma was drunk, and suddenly came to Huang Ming's side: "Huang Gongzi, the little old man took the liberty of asking, did you get a big opportunity at the Descending Head Temple?" ”

"Where is Brother Ma, the kid really thought about going over there to try his luck, but your second son saw that my wooden stick was clumsy, so he recommended our shop to me, didn't I just rush here?" Huang Ming said this sincerely, and the truth is true, but Steward Ma said yes, his eyes looked at Jiang Xin, but he didn't think so in his heart.

When the magic weapon was born this time, more than a dozen famous scattered cultivators joined forces to kill three female babies who didn't know the depth, some people speculated that the three of them followed their feet, and there was no doubt that the female cultivators of the True Intention Gate were convinced, even so, more than a dozen people still had no scruples, a magic weapon in their hands, and the talented monk took out a year and a half to refine it, even if he couldn't exert the full power of the magic weapon, it was enough to go sideways during the enlightenment period, and he was afraid that the mother-in-law of your True Meaning Gate would come to the door? It's just that this fight is extremely tragic, from talisman to talisman, the means of these three female babies are endless, and they actually took half of the scattered cultivators on the road before they died, as for the ownership of the magic weapon, it should be in the hands of Jia Sheng Lao'er or Daqi Fist Pharaoh Grandmaster Li Fei.

There is also gossip that Lu Jia, the descendant of the original Egret Mountain, got two longevity fruits, but the news was soon denied again, because the body of the poisoner Lu Jia was found, and he was poked into a hedgehog with a sharp talisman before he died.

As for the law decision that went straight through the pulse period, although the news came out the least, it was also the most reliable, and it was taken away by a four-person team that didn't know what to do but was in order, and it quickly disappeared from everyone's field of vision while fighting and retreating, and the old man Gu in this city was one of the parties who witnessed this matter, it is said that the four of them can share a field of vision, not to mention, they will be bound by some kind of formation in close combat, although there are many scattered cultivators who fight with them, but there are the fewest dead, could it be that the disciples of the three sects did it?

It is unlikely, the children of the three sects regard the loose cultivators as ants, and they will never be soft when they kill them.

Since this Huang Ming didn't want to mention more about the Descending Temple, then he wouldn't touch the taboo, Steward Ma stuck his head out of the window and probed, took a deep breath, turned around and smiled: "Drunk and drunk, Brother Huang is not strange, why don't you disperse today?" Take out the bow in the coming day, and then congratulate the old man on the joy of opening the bow? ”

"The little brother should be the east." Huang Ming slapped the table and got up, smiled and walked out of the restaurant hand in hand with Steward Ma.

After that, for more than a month, Huang Ming did not re-enter Sanjiang City, but only played with the two flying knives in the inn and practiced them, once the soles of the feet were restored, they would pour the qi into the eyes according to the method on the first page of the Qigong method, which was now enough to support the flow of breath for twenty breaths.

was about to enter the wax moon, and there were gradually red lanterns in Sanjiang City, Huang Ming came to the Zongning shop in Sanjiang City and went to find the steward surnamed Ma.

A few hours later, Huang Ming and the horse steward who rode the carriage came to an inconspicuous mountain col outside the city, at this time the mountain road could not accommodate the wheels, so they got off the car and walked together, the horse steward ran very fast, faintly some of the meaning of Huang Ming's depth in the examination school, Huang Ming pretended to be poor, and shouted to stop several times on the road.

After running for more than an hour, Huang Ming secretly remembered the road, and found that the more he walked, the lower the terrain, and finally came to the vicinity of the hearth, the horse steward was sweating profusely, stopped and looked back at Huang Ming who was still half a mile away from him, and secretly praised this kid for a little pound, but Huang Ming ran close to the place, although he was out of breath, he looked absent-minded, how could there be a drop of sweat on his face?

Steward Ma's face was a little ugly.

After that, the two came hand in hand to a stone gate at the bottom of the mountain, ventilated with the gatehouse, and were introduced into a grotto, the grotto was elegantly decorated, and there were some dingdong sounds scattered in the distance, and the porter brought two cups of hot tea at this time, signaling the master to wait for a while.

The two naturally didn't dare to say anything, the porter retreated, and the two had nothing to do, so they exchanged the experience of martial artists in refining martial arts.

"Brother Huang, I see that you have traveled a hundred and ten miles, not to mention walking on the rugged mountain roads, and even leaving room for it?"

"Brother Ma, I won't tell you, I have been in the wild since I was a child, and this road is nothing, but on the day I first met my brother, my brother's instantaneous technique is really impressive, if it is an enemy, it is not a matter of a few black fists behind Brother Ma to kill the other party?"

"How dare Ma's little skill make my brother so complimentary?" Steward Ma's face was humble, but in fact he was quite complacent, "This method can also be regarded as the founding of the clan family, otherwise what does it matter if it is passed on to the elder brother?" ”

"Don't dare to bother Brother Ma." Huang Ming hurriedly put down the teacup and arched his hand.

In fact, Steward Ma has a very good impression of this Huang Ming so far, looking like he has seventeen or eighteen? At least the two-trick martial arts foundation is also known to advance and retreat, humble enough, and there is no arrogance that should be there at such an age, the key is that it is still so... Rich. If it wasn't for the opportunity at the Descending Temple, it would definitely not be so simple as the identity of "Eating Spicy Ling Huang Ming".

After thinking about this, Steward Ma stood up and walked to Huang Ming's side, and proposed to Huang Ming with a smile: "Brother, you and I are so in love, if Brother Huang doesn't dislike it, how about you and I become brothers of the opposite sex?" ”

Huang Ming was a little at a loss, you are so old, what if you learn the sentence in the romance: "Don't ask to be born on the same day and month of the same year, but to die on the same day and month of the same year"? Besides, he has too many secrets to be known.

Steward Ma saw that Huang Ming was embarrassed, and he didn't force it, he laughed and talked about something else, and revealed the matter, but this seemingly small matter caused a huge disaster to Huang Ming.

After half a cup of tea, Li Mi, one of the thirteen craftsmen, personally sent the Taiqing Mountain old mangosteen as the bow handle and the three-headed snake snake tendon as the bowstring, and Li Mi personally wrote the name "Duzhong" for it. Then Huang Ming tested the bow strength, Huang Ming reluctantly opened the bow and shot five hundred steps, but it was very far from the position of the heart.

Steward Ma saw it in his eyes, but this Huang Ming had some strength, and if he could open a bow with a five-stone bow, he was much stronger than him who only worked on his legs in this life. It's just that this crosshairs, it really doesn't pose much of a threat to the enemy five hundred paces away.

Even so, Steward Ma still complimented: "Old Li is unparalleled, Huang Gongzi's strength is amazing, and the divine bow is matched with a young hero, which is gratifying." ”

Li Mi stroked his beard and smiled, and Huang Ming said that he couldn't deserve it.

After that, the two did not stay, Huang Ming stepped on the bow, took a pair of ordinary quivers, and said goodbye to the thirteen craftsmen of the hearth, Li Mi was not good at words, waved his hand and let the two go.

And Huang Ming did invite the horse steward to drink a pot of good local brew on the way back, during which he smiled and asked the horse steward where he could buy his country's Kanyu map, although the horse steward failed to bow to this Huang Ming, but also wanted to leave a more or less friendship, so he gave Huang Ming a map that he carried in the carriage, this map not only marked the state cities and counties of the three continents, but also some martial arts halls maintained by a few warriors and sporadic scattered cultivation forces, and the Broken Bridge Set and the Descending Head Temple were naturally among them.

After looking at it for about a quarter of an hour, Huang Ming carefully folded the kraft paper and put it into his arms, saying goodbye to the yellow steward who almost became the eldest brother.

The mountain road was rugged, and he couldn't stop the westward journey, so the horse steward looked at Huang Ming's back and slowly got into the carriage.

"The steward goes straight back to the store?" The little guy leading the horse turned his head and asked respectfully.

Steward Ma faced the west and looked at the gloomy sky, "Go back to the mansion first, I want to write a letter to the second son who is practicing at the Tachibana-sama's side." ”