Chapter 133: The Collection of Little Bees

Yin Qin continued to take out more than a dozen vials of pills from the Qiankun Ring, divided into four colors: green, red, white, and black. When the situation is critical, there is no time to carefully distinguish the face mark on the bottle, so you can only choose the required pill by color and take it quickly.

He carefully identified the three colors of pills, and found that the green pill bottles were the most, with a total of seven bottles, and most of them did not have names written on them, but from their smell and shape, they were all precious pills that could enhance the cultivation of the foundation building period. He checked them one by one, and saw that there was only one pill the size of a red date in one of the bottles, and the bottle was marked with three words - "Tsukidan".

Damn! I've found a treasure this time! Holding the vial diligently, my heart was excited. One Tsukidan is worth nearly ten mid-grade spirit stones, and it is still priceless, and it is almost impossible to see it on the market. Unexpectedly, this Zhao Baiyan actually brought one on his body, thinking that it was either for trading, or for the younger generations in the family.

Among the two white bottles, Yin Qin suspected that one of the bottles contained three medicinal emerald green pills, which were the famous Little Jade Dew Pills. The other white bottle, which is large in size, contains powder powder, which is supposed to be a wound medicine for external use.

In addition to the green and white bottles, there are also red and black Dan bottles, and they are also relying on their own blood to resist poison, and they carefully smell some smells. It turned out that the black bottle was a relatively common antidote pill. There is also a kind of powder in the red bottle, which smells nothing, but after a few breaths, there is a feeling of blood and blood. Thinking of Zhao Baiyan's lustful name, this kind of medicine is not a good thing.

He diligently put away the vial, and took out a bunch of bits and pieces from the Qiankun Ring, including more than a dozen primary Five Elements Spirit Runes and five or six low-level magic weapons. From his point of view, the value of these spirit runes is not high, and each of them can be sold for a few low-level spirit stones, which is thought to be something that Zhao Baiyan used to give to his disciples. Zhao Baiyan's most valuable magic weapon was the Wind Drill that he relied on to become famous, and it had been secretly sold cheaply by them in Wild Wolf Town. The remaining spirit rune artifacts are not as valuable as a healing elixir Xiao Yulu Pill.

Further inside, there is a set of tight-fitting clothes and pants, which are similar to the clothes of the magic weapons passed on by the disciples of the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, and they all have the effect of not being afraid of cold and heat, water and fire. Yin Qin also took out a small amount of dried meat of a third-level demon beast, thinking that it was all for use to replenish spiritual power and blood qi when encountering extreme environments in the wasteland.

Yin Qin was pondering why the Zhao family's Taoist secrets were not seen in this Qiankun ring, and the next moment he took out more than a dozen volumes from the innermost part of the Qiankun ring.

To say that in addition to the spirit stone elixir, what Yin Qin wanted to get most was the secret treasure scroll that recorded the inheritance of various Dao methods. He didn't use it all for his own cultivation, but when he thought of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in Huaqi Peak, which was inferior to the cultural station, his heart was filled with weakness. In the name of teaching Taoism, he recruited a lot of monks to get started, and when they arrived at Huaci Peak and saw the empty Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, would they make trouble?

Although there is a strategy for dealing with it temporarily, in the long run, we still have to find a way to enrich a large number of classics into the cabinet.

He couldn't wait to pick up a booklet, seeing that the paper was still new, not like the kind of classic secret that has been passed down for a long time, and then looked at the title of the book on the cover, there were only two words - "Cai Niang".

Yin Qin felt that the name was quite familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it for a while. Turning the page, it suddenly dawned on me that the daughter of Wu Qingshan who dared to love Cangshan County, that is, the county lord of Cangshan County, was called Wu Cainiang.

Wu Cainiang's cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation building, but the county lord's reputation is not good, although he has not yet married, there are really a lot of guests who enter the curtain, it is rumored that this woman is a double cultivation method, and every year she recruits young and strong young people into the county lord's mansion, there are more than a dozen people.

Zhao Baiyan is also a good monk, but he didn't expect to set up a file for Wu Cainiang, and diligently turned it page by page, with a wicked smile in his eyes, he couldn't help but think of a saying - "A good memory is better than a bad pen". The late Zhao family master not only has a good memory, but also has a bad pen, not only recording all the details of the "practice" of entering the palace several times when he was called by the county lord, but even every characteristic of Wu Cainiang is also recorded in detail and clearly. So much so that he felt that if he had the time to study this booklet carefully, he would know more about the details of Wu Cainiang than she did.

Yin Qin picked up another book, which was also something similar, but the content was changed to the seventeenth concubine room of the city lord.

He couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, the original sinister and ruthless lone wolf impression in his mind completely collapsed at this moment, replaced by a little bee desperately flapping its wings, buzzing to pick hundreds of honey.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the first page of a booklet, and he saw that it read: "Chen Rufang, the wife of General Yingyang, refining qi sevenfold, the year of the upright tiger and wolf, I regret that Yingyang does not lift ......:"

Yin Qin sighed, and the tall image of another foundation building monk who had once made him very jealous also collapsed in an instant.

More than a dozen booklets that record the pickled and rotten things in the top society of the county town bring courtesy and irony helplessness. He hesitated for a long time, but still rolled up these booklets one by one and stuffed them back into the innermost part of the Qiankun Ring, although this kind of thing can't see the light of day, maybe one day it can come in handy.

Outside the window, there was the crowing of a rooster, and he diligently stuffed the elixir spirit stones and those spirit runes back into the Qiankun Ring in the same way. It turns out that Zhao Baiyan's personality is much more delicate than him, it is easy to take out these things, but it is difficult to stuff them all back, so he had to leave those dried meat and clothes outside, make some space, and stuff the phantom array box into it.

After packing up these things, he stretched his waist and remembered that he had no time to go back to the house last night, so he quickly got up and beckoned the guy in the store to bring hot water and hand towels. As soon as he stopped washing, the dog girl blocked the door and asked him for money with a straight face.

Yin Qinqi said: "Do I know you very well, why do you ask me for money?"

The dog girl chirped: "Who opened his mouth and closed his mouth to be the senior brother in front of me and Sister Lanfinch?" I don't care, you got an intermediate spirit stone yesterday, and from now on, the food expenses of Sister Lantinch and me will all fall on your head." ”

Yin Qin casually took out a piece of palm-sized jerky and handed it over: "The jerky of the third-level demon beast, how about you eat it for breakfast?" I don't know how long these jerky have been stored in the Qiankun Ring, anyway, the jerky of the third-level demon beast has no expiration date.

Although the demon beast is huge, it can be cut down and made into dried meat that can be used by the foundation building monks to replenish blood and qi energy, but they can often only take a few parts such as the heart, the head, and the flesh.

A palm-sized piece is worth a gold leaf, and the dog girl is stupid, and subconsciously takes the jerky, and can't believe it: "Do you eat this kind of thing every morning?"