Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Two-in-one [Thanks for 20,000 nutrient solution extra update]

There is no fixed opening time for Yue Ming Market. Before all the stalls are occupied, people have already entered the market and are looking around the open stalls with interest.

Since they arrived early, Yan Luoyue and the others chose a good location.

Coupled with the special design that Yan Luoyue made for the medicine banner, it didn’t take long for their stall to become the brightest star in the venue.

Under the persistent and varied calls of Yan Gan and Sang Ji, many customers subconsciously moved towards their stall.

When the customers came closer and saw that the stall owners were actually a group of young children, they became even more interested.

Someone asked, "Hey, kid, what is this magic medicine for? How do you sell it?"

Sang Ji arrogantly waved the medicine banner in front of the people and said, "Here, it can be taken internally or applied externally, and it can cure all diseases!"

Since the day he learned the four words "cure all diseases", Sang Ji has never recited them so confidently.

After all, my sister really listed a hundred ranges of therapeutic effects.

As for how to sell it...

Yan Gan answered the other party directly in a hawking voice: "Only 20 spirit beads per box, no price increase. Three boxes are 20% off, five boxes are 30% off, and ten boxes are 10% off. That's right, 10% off!"

The exchange rate between spirit beads and spirit stones is about one hundred spirit beads for one low-grade spirit stone.

If Yan Luoyue wanted to buy a usable stove and fire, she would need to earn at least 500 low-grade spirit stones. If she only wanted to buy fire, she would also need 300 low-grade spirit stones.

The customer had never seen such sales tactics before, and he just thought the turtle boy's talk was interesting. He quickly asked, "What does fracture mean?"

"Bone fracture means..." Yan Gan choked, lowered his head to look at Yan Luoyue, and asked in a low voice, "Sister, what does bone fracture mean?"

Yan Luoyue turned around very calmly.

The little girl, who was dressed up in three layers of clothes inside and outside and looked like a round snowball, stuffed her entire upper body into the big bamboo basket, put her two legs on the bamboo basket, and kicked hard several times.

This picture makes people smile warmly and reminds them of the cute little sisters and daughters at home.

For a moment, everyone's palms seemed to be a little itchy, and they wanted to rub the sticky white balls.

"Broken bones are just this!"

Yan Luoyue finally jumped out of the bamboo basket, with a fancy chicken feather still on her bangs. She picked up a pheasant that was tied up with many flowers in her hands.

Yan Gan and Sang Ji looked at each other: Isn’t this the pheasant they caught in the back mountain after school today?

At that time, the two of them thought that Yan Luoyue had considered everything very carefully: Yuemingji would set up the stall until midnight, so they had to have some midnight snack in between.

But now it seems that this is not the case?

Yan Luoyue fanned off the chicken feathers on Liu Haier, put the pheasant on the ground, and tugged at Yan Gan's sleeve.

"Come on, brother, break the bone."

"Oh——" The crowd suddenly realized that the pheasant had been beaten to a point where its bones were broken.

A streak of light shot out from Yan Gan's fingertips, accurately breaking one of the pheasant's legs.

The pheasant flapped its tightly bound wings and screamed wildly. Before it could even open its voice, Yan Luoyue, who was standing by, quickly smeared a layer of ointment on it.

The unique sweet aroma of the cakes wafted in the air, and the onlookers couldn't help but sniff.

Taking advantage of the special moment when everyone was concentrating, Yan Luoyue started to promote the product vigorously:

"Look, our stall has always been run with integrity and honesty. From our declarations to our claims of efficacy, everything is literal. Since the fracture was caused in front of everyone, now that it's healed, we will also heal it in front of everyone—"

Untying the rope that bound its legs, Yan Luoyue picked up the pheasant and put it on the ground, saying passionately: "Take two steps, take two steps if you are not sick!"

“Oooooh!”

The pheasant jumped around twice, its black eyes the size of soybeans looking very confused.

Before it could stretch out its claws to Yan Luoyue, Sang Ji quickly picked up the chicken, tied its feet with the straw rope again, and threw it back into the large bamboo basket behind him.

At this moment, Sang Ji understood.

Sang Ji, who had understood the true meaning of hawking, was like a half piece of Yan Luoyue's soul possessed.

He shouted calmly, "If you buy ten boxes, you will definitely get a bone fracture. The stall will be set up here today. Not only will we treat pheasants on the spot, but if anything happens to your bones, we will also perform a treatment on the spot for you."

Wow, good guys.

Yan Luoyue cast a startled look at Sang Ji.

She never expected that Brother Ji had evolved so quickly and had even learned how to play single bet!

Yan Gan looked down at his sister, then turned back to look at his brother.

A hint of sudden realization flashed across Yan Gan's pupils.

He also realized it.

Yan Gan said loudly: "Other people's plasters are annoying, but my plasters can be eaten with meals. Anyone you pass by, who is injured, bleeding, with broken skin, broken tendons, broken bones, and who wants to treat knife wounds, sword wounds, gun punctures, arrow piercings, axe cuts, and lightning strikes, buy a box of my ointment and apply it at home, it is guaranteed to be effective!"

"hiss--"

Yan Luoyue looked at brother Yang Gan with new eyes.

You really can't tell at ordinary times, and I don't know where Yan Gan learned this skill of speaking fluently?

No wonder the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together."

Yan Luoyue touched her lips seriously: So, the reason why she is so talkative now must be due to the influence of Yan Gan and Sang Ji.

Having witnessed the efficacy of the ointment with their own eyes and encouraged by Yan Luoyue and the other two, the crowd generously donated money and rushed to buy it.

The hot rush to buy continued for quite a while before the flow of people was diluted by the remaining stalls.

Even though there are more and more stall owners setting up stalls at Yueming Market, Yan Luoyue and his stall has always been more popular than the surrounding stalls.

When they were selling to the middle of the field, a tall and strong man came to the stall.

The other party carefully looked at the red medicine banner, picked up a box of ointment and looked at it, and asked casually: "Little brother, is your medicine really so effective?"

At this time, Yan Gan had been fully trained and was very proficient in repartee.

He patted his chest and said, "I guarantee it in the name of our turtle tribe."

"What's the name of this medicine... Oh!" After hearing Yan Gan's answer, the man suddenly realized, "I understand. Since you are from the turtle tribe, then this medicine must be turtle jelly, right?"

“…”

Quiet, peaceful, for a moment, a very unique silence suddenly appeared in the midst of the noise.

Swish, swish, swish, not just Yan Luoyue and the other two, after Han Zi said that, seven or eight other gazes around him, with a hint of hostility, were all focused on him.

Hanzi took a step back and said, "Did I ask the wrong question?"

"Hey, I say," someone took a step closer to the man, "you are not a demon, you are a cultivator who sneaked in."

Hanzi's eyes widened: "I've already put on a concealing charm... you can see that?"

"Not only can he see it, I can see it too." Another person sneered and said, "Listen to what you asked yourself, what kind of question is that!"

You know, the raw material of Guiling Gao is turtle plate.

Asking the turtle tribe whether the medicine they sell is turtle jelly is basically the same as asking whether the wine sold by the tiger tribe is tiger bone wine, or whether the skewers sold by the cow tribe are roasted bull whips.

If we use human culture as an analogy, it would be as offensive as asking, "Excuse me, is that firework that just exploded in the sky your dear mother?"

These are the kind of remarks that deserve a beating even if you are beaten to death.

Generally speaking, all monsters pay much attention to this, and only humans are prone to making similar low-level mistakes.

Just like the human market does not prohibit the demon race from entering, there are often some humans sneaking into Yueming Market.

The stall owner and the customers turned a blind eye to this.

But the prerequisite is that human cultivators should not cause trouble openly.

The surrounding monsters have formed a circle with Han Zi as the center.

There were people who clicked their fingers and approached this person with unfriendly expressions.

Meanwhile, at the stall, Sang Ji and Yan Gan also took off their outer robes, revealing the short fighting gear they wore underneath, and were rubbing their hands together, apparently ready to start fighting.

"Wait, brother, don't do anything yet." Yan Luoyue was quick to hold down the two men.

This man looks like a rough guy. He still looks confused. It seems that he doesn't know what the main ingredient of Guiling Paste is, and he doesn't mean to cause trouble.

Moreover, if the fight breaks out near one's own stall, it would be very easy to overturn the stall.

Before the situation became tense, Yan Luoyue was the first to call out, "Uncle, do you want to settle this privately or fight?"

Hanzi didn't know what a private settlement meant, but he could already sense the bad atmosphere coming from all directions.

He quickly said, "Privately, I choose to settle it privately!"

"……whispering sound."

After hearing what he said, several young demons who were eager to try and take action curled their lips and loosened their clenched fists unwillingly.

Yueming Collection has its own rules.

For example, this man just broke the rules, so all the monsters present could give him a few pointers.

However, since he had already reached a private settlement with the stall owner, the premise for taking action no longer existed.

"Okay, since my sister has spoken, let's settle it privately." Yan Gan knocked on the stall with a sour face, "This elixir costs 20 spirit beads per box, how many boxes do you plan to buy?"

The man mentally calculated the spiritual stones in his waist bag and asked tentatively, "I'll buy... 50 boxes?"

Sang Ji's face turned cold: "Only fifty boxes?"

"..." Hanzi swallowed his saliva, "Then, one hundred boxes?"

Yan Gan sneered: "Just a hundred boxes?"

"Two hundred boxes, okay?" the man shouted with his eyes closed, feeling as if his heart was bleeding. "I'll buy two hundred boxes!"

This time he came to Yuemingji, he originally wanted to find a suitable magic weapon to bring back.

I didn't expect that because I didn't know the rules, I offended people before I even had time to buy anything after just looking at three or four stalls.

It seemed that the savings he had accumulated for a long time were destined to go down the drain today.

Yan Gan asked Sang Ji in a low voice: "How many boxes of medicine do we have left?"

Sang Ji replied quietly: "Two hundred and eighteen!"

Yan Gan nodded and said coldly: "You take all the 218 boxes. No discount."

The man nodded randomly: "Okay, okay, it doesn't matter if there are ten boxes."

Heartbroken, he turned the storage bag upside down, wiped his face, walked out of the crowd with a heavy expression, and left Yuemingji with dragging steps.

"Phew—now they're all sold out."

Yan Gan patted the dust off his clothes and hugged Yan Luoyue in his arms: "Let's go, sister. If we go back later, Sister Yu will be angry."

Before going home, the three of them found a secluded corner and counted their earnings for the day.

After the inventory was completed, Yan Gan raised his head excitedly:

"We have refined a total of 500 boxes of ointment, and we have just sold them all. Excluding the box used for demonstration, we earned a total of 91 low-grade spirit stones and 34 spirit beads."

"There is also the cost. Don't forget the capital provided by Brother Ji." Yan Luoyue immediately added.

"Then deduct the cost of another six Spirit Stones - just from setting up the stall this evening, we earned eighty-five low-grade Spirit Stones!"

The three of them looked at each other, their eyes unable to conceal their excitement.

Yan Gan had never seen so many spirit stones before.

Sang Ji had seen the world, but this was the first time he earned spirit stones through his own labor, and he earned so much at once.

Yan Gan was obviously a little overexcited, and the way he expressed his feelings was to happily rub Yan Luoyue's face.

"Sister, as long as you keep this momentum, as long as you go out three more times, you will be able to buy the fire you desire."

Yan Luoyue quickly reminded: "Let's split it 30% to 40% and only 40% of the profit will be mine."

"That's nothing." Yan Gan waved his hand.

Although he had never seen so many spiritual stones before, this did not prevent him from using these spiritual stones to help his sister's dream!

"You can use the spiritual stones you want to share with me to buy fire first, and return them to me when you make money in the future."

Looking at the storage bag filled with spirit stones, Yan Gan couldn't help but lift Yan Luoyue up high: "My sister is so amazing. After she has the fire, she will only be more amazing, right?"

"My sister, this is still my sister." Sang Ji corrected his speech habit for the umpteenth time, "Sister, you can use my share of the dividend to buy fire, your brother Ji doesn't need the money."

The fire seed worth several hundred low-grade spirit stones was barely usable for Yan Luoyue, a master weapon refiner.

What makes such a simple fire precious is not its price, but what Yan Luoyue has obtained at this moment.

Yan Luoyue's eyes were bright. She looked at brother Yan Gan's excited smile on her left, and at brother Ji's patting his chest on her right. A happy, big smile also appeared on her fair and pink little face.

"Okay, thank you, brother!"

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Two flowers bloom, each showing its own beauty.

Yan Luoyue and the other two made a fortune, and they sat around counting their money, talking and laughing.

The man named Wu Pingyuan, who packed more than 200 boxes of ointment, sat in front of the waterfall in the sect with a depressed look on his face.

The Canglang Sect where he came from was not large, but it was also well-known in the vicinity.

This is not only because all of his fellow brothers are honest and good at fighting, and are well-known, but also because all the cultivators in the Canglang Sect are physical cultivators.

As a physical practitioner, naturally, refining the body is the first priority.

Things like hammering your muscles day and night under a waterfall, going to the mountains to fight a monster bear face to face, tying a piece of rag around your waist and hammering iron 50,000 times under the scorching sun...they are all part of the daily physical training.

Influenced by the techniques, most physical practitioners have warm and cheerful personalities, and their fellow practitioners in the sect are as close as family.

At this moment, seeing Wu Pingyuan sitting alone in front of the waterfall with a depressed expression, three or five of his fellow disciples came over with wine gourds shaking, to find out what was going on.

Wu Pingyuan felt bitter, and he told it all.

He did not blame the stall owner, he just hated himself for not asking about the demon clan's taboos before going to Yueming Market, and for not being able to speak properly.

"When they saw me being surrounded, the stall owner came to my rescue. Their ointment is not expensive, only 20 spirit beads per box."

"But I...ah, I usually love to spend money, and I'm too generous. I've saved these fifty low-grade spirit stones for half a year, and I wanted to change them to a better weapon that suits me. If I miss this opportunity, I don't know when I can save up fifty spirit stones next time."

"Twenty spirit beads, that's not expensive." The junior brother nodded thoughtfully, "What's the name of this medicine? What does it do?"

Wu Pingyuan was stunned for a moment, then slapped his forehead heavily, "I forgot to ask. I only remember that it can be taken orally or applied externally... Hey, it should be for injuries, right?"

After hearing what he said, the senior brother who had been sitting next to him and had been silent all this time, unbuttoned his shirt on the spot, revealing a hideous scratch on his back that was more than two inches wide and had bruised and blackened skin.

That was when he went into the mountains to practice in the first half of the month and was hit by a claw from a storm bear.

Physical training focuses on strengthening the body, and the training methods often appear extreme.

In the process of cultivation, injuries, lacerations and broken bones are common occurrences for them.

The senior brother said, "Let me try."

Under the sunlight, the ointment took on a crystal clear black jade color and emitted an alluring sweet fragrance like honey, which made the three people who had not eaten feel their stomachs growl.

The junior fellow who was in charge of applying the medicine couldn't help but ask, "Brother, you must have heard it wrongly. They said they were selling cakes, but you heard it as selling ointment."

Wu Pingyuan smelled the smell and felt a little guilty: "No, I can't do that. I remember there was a medicine banner on the stall."

As he was talking, the slightly cool ointment had been evenly spread on the brother's back. As soon as the ointment was spread, the taciturn brother exclaimed in surprise.

"How's it going, brother?"

"Is it not easy to use? I said this thing looks like pastry."

The senior brother blinked, still in disbelief: "No, it works very well. I don't seem to feel any pain anymore."

The hooks on bear claws are poisonous, so wounds they inflict will take time to heal.

Over the past few days, the skin on his back had healed and rotted, rotted and healed again, and he had changed countless medicines for healing external injuries. This was the first time he had come across such a useful elixir.

You know, alchemists love to refine various kinds of elixirs for internal use, which can be sold at a high price and look stylish.

A pill of recovery that can heal internal and external injuries would cost a full twenty low-grade spirit stones.

As for those cheap external injury ointments that cost more than ten spirit beads, no alchemist with a little skill would be willing to prepare them.

They think that giving up the drug is a lot of work and they don't earn much money.

This also leads to the fact that the ointments for healing external injuries are always the same, and no new drugs are seen for many years.

The world./The body has been suffering from external injuries for a long time.

Upon hearing this, the junior brother wiped off a piece of the ointment in disbelief. The next second, seeing the injury under the ointment, the junior brother also cried out in shock.

"Really? Senior Brother, the skin on your back has already started to heal!"

“…”

The two brothers looked at each other, and at the same time, one of them grabbed Wu Pingyuan's arm.

"You just said that one dose of medicine cost twenty spirit beads, right? I'll pay thirty spirit beads for it!"

"I want to buy some too. Junior brother, please sell them to me. Give me ten boxes first. No, twenty boxes!"

"Aren't you worried about what to do with these medicines? Haha, brother, such a good medicine, everyone in our sect will definitely be willing to buy it!"

Wu Pingyuan swallowed his saliva with a gulp. Thinking about the more than 200 boxes of ointment stored in his storage bag, he felt that the surprise came too suddenly.

As expected, after the efficacy of the miracle medicine spread, fellow disciples flocked to Wu Pingyuan to buy it.

In less than one morning, all 218 boxes of ointment were sold out, except for the 18 boxes that Wu Pingyuan kept for himself.

The brothers who failed to buy it looked extremely regretful.

They grabbed Wu Pingyuan and repeatedly asked him the name of the medicine and the appearance of the stall owner, hoping to buy good medicine at the next Yueming Market.

Wu Pingyuan had no choice but to answer each question truthfully.

"I don't know the name of the medicine. I forgot to ask, and it's not marked on the stall."

"Yes, the turtle tribe. The stall owner is from the turtle tribe."

"There were three stall owners in total, two of them were young men, and the other one was a pretty little girl, very conspicuous, only as tall as my calf, she must be a young turtle."

"It must be useful. It's so useful that it seems like it was tailor-made for me."

After finally getting rid of the pursuit and blockade of a group of fellow disciples, Wu Pingyuan breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking that the matter was over.

Who would have thought that in the afternoon, the elder would send a message and call Wu Pingyuan over.

A quarter of an hour later, Wu Pingyuan left the elder's cave in a daze.

His mind was full of what the elder had told him to do.

"Next time at Yueming Market, go find the stall owner and ask them how much of this ointment they have."

"We, the Canglang Sect, are willing to cooperate with the master who makes the medicine and negotiate a long-term supply of this medicine. If the medicine was only obtained by the stall owner by chance, then we will take all the remaining ointment, no matter how much it is."

After returning to the disciple's residence, Wu Pingyuan still touched the storage bag around his waist from time to time.

He still found it hard to believe that the new magic weapon he had coveted for so long was actually awarded to him by the elder.

Wu Pingyuan thought to himself: It’s right that I and the little stall owner, no, the little master, have a destiny.

You see, the master who sells medicine is from the turtle tribe, and aren’t their strong bodies often called “turtle shells” by their opponents?

This is the fate destined by fate!

Suddenly, the whispered voices of several fellow apprentices drifted into Wu Pingyuan's ears.

Wu Pingyuan stretched his neck to listen to a few words, and the nerves at the corners of his mouth began to twitch wildly as if they were necrotizing.

The fellow disciples were discussing how to find the stall owner and buy medicine from him at the Yueming Fair in five days.

This is human nature and there is no need to criticize it.

But who can tell him what these amazing fellow students of his are really thinking?

Although they didn't know the name of the medicine, they combined the information Wu Pingyuan had given them before, such as "young", "turtle tribe", "ointment", and "tailor-made for physical training", and then...

Then, they ingeniously gave this magical medicine a name: Little Turtle Paste.

Wu Pingyuan: “…”

Not to mention, considering that all the physical cultivators have the physique of a turtle and can't be killed, they are nicknamed "turtle spirits". This name actually has a bit of a two-way meaning.

But it’s no use running any further!

Wu Pingyuan dared to say that if the elders had not sent him to represent the sect to make unified purchases, these fools would have no chance of buying the miracle medicine.

——If they were not beaten to death on the spot at Yueming Gathering, it would be a great merit of their ancestors!!