Chapter 43 Food shortage
"What's your name? How old are you?"
"Chen He, eighteen years old."
"Where are you from? Why did you seek refuge with the Western Qiang?"
"I'm from Dongcheng County, Suiyang Commandery. My father died young, and my mother, a Western Qiang, raised me, but was murdered by a local bully."
"Didn't you report it to the police?"
"The bully family has a congenital master, and the government will not pursue it."
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After a round of questioning, Wang Yao remained calm and answered questions fluently.
The monk who was staring at Wang Yao intentionally or unintentionally nodded slightly to the official who was asking the question, and the official also understood that there was nothing wrong with Chen He.
Then he handed Wang Yao a wooden token with Wang Yao's identity information engraved on it.
He also told Wang Yao that if he wanted to serve the Western Qiang, he could come to him. His name was Zhou Ping, and he was a Taoist official under the Taoist Office.
After passing the checkpoint smoothly, Wang Yao was then taken to the inn by a soldier. Otherwise, encountering the night patrol during curfew would be a big deal. The others were also taken away separately.
After Wang Yao left, the cultivator took a look at the detection tool in his hand, and a line of small words appeared on it: Late stage of Qi training.
On the quiet street, Wang Yao was absent-minded, following the leading soldier step by step, because he was always looking at the system panel.
Finally, the long-lost voice sounded.
"Ding, it's detected that the host has arrived at the check-in location. Do you want to sign in?"
"yes!"
"Ding, sign-in successful. Congratulations to the host for receiving the three-star reward Yin Yang Mixed Evil."
A ball of black and white evil spirit suddenly appeared, hovering motionlessly in front of Wang Yao, scaring him.
Fortunately, the soldiers leading the way did not notice it, so Wang Yao quickly took out a jade bottle from his storage bag and temporarily contained the evil spirit.
Why is it only a three-star reward? I took such a big risk to sneak in, and I don’t even have an origin point, Wang Yao complained in a low voice.
"What are you mumbling about back there? We're here, go in by yourself." The soldier glared at Wang Yao and pointed at the only inn with candlelight on the street next to him.
Wang Yao could only smile awkwardly to express his apology, but he didn't mention you.
Looking up, he saw the name of the inn, Lai Fu Inn. Why are the names of these inns so unified? Wang Yao shook his head and pushed open the door that was not closed tightly.
After some bargaining, Wang Yao checked into this black-hearted inn for five taels of silver per room. He finally understood why there were so many people with cultivation in this inn.
Isn't it obvious that they were all deceived? There was collusion between officials and businessmen. Perhaps it was tacitly approved by the higher-ups, or perhaps it was just for the soldiers below to make some extra money.
A musty smell came towards him, and Wang Yao sat down on the creaking bed. He was speechless. It’s expensive, but why is the service so inadequate?
They really are bullying outsiders. Wang Yao really couldn't stand the environment in the upper room. He cast several dust-clearing spells before he felt a little more comfortable.
Yin and Yang mixed evil, what level of evil is this? It looks like it's top grade. Wang Yao took out a jade bottle and released the black and white evil energy.
The compatibility is very compatible. Wang Yao created a Yin-Yang handprint and played with Hunsha.
He felt that he could use this to refine it into his life-long Taoist magic. Ever since he obtained the Dragon and Tiger Taoist Secret, Wang Yao has been studying frantically in the Taoist Supervision Office to make up for his cultivation knowledge.
The biggest goal of a cultivator in the Gangqi realm is to search for the Gangsha that suits his own practice method, and then use the Gangsha to practice the natal talisman of the related Taoist magic.
Once the natal talisman is completed, it means that this spell has become your natal Taoist magic, and the casting speed and mana consumption will be greatly reduced.
Moreover, based on the incomplete information on the realm of supernatural powers, it can be inferred that the innate Taoist magic has a great relationship with the subsequent cultivation of supernatural powers.
From the current perspective, the Gangsha rewarded by the system is not without reason. It is very compatible with the Yin-Yang Handprint he practiced.
But he has no idea how to break through the Gangqi realm now. He has no place to cultivate the Gangfeng spiritual energy for the time being, and he does not have enough origin points.
There seems to be no origin point reward in the main world. If I could get it, I would have gotten some in the past six months.
[Gate of All Gates (Evil): 20.1%]
The progress bar can't be sped up, Wang Yao is a little helpless, the channel to the origin point is gone.
I should find a way to obtain some useful information, try to gain some merits, and think of a way within the Supervisory Office.
Once you have collected a Zhong Gong, you can open the Zhong Gong exchange treasure house, which may find a way to quickly break through the Gangqi realm.
After thinking of a solution, Wang Yao quickly entered a meditative state, absorbing the insignificant spiritual energy of the strong wind in the low sky, but he no longer despised it.
In the past, he thought this was too slow and looked down on this little bit of spiritual energy, but now he can't find a shortcut to break through in the short term, so he can only try his best to make a breakthrough, no matter how small the mosquito is.
"Knock, knock, knock, sir, are you up? Do you need to wash up and have breakfast?"
"Need not!"
The next day, Wang Yao stopped practicing when the waiter knocked on the door. A trace of invisible energy attached to the surface of Wang Yao's magic power, and there was finally something.
He was also wondering why the state of harmony between man and nature didn't work. Was it really the environment that determined the overall situation?
Last night, he naturally entered a particularly mysterious state of cultivation, a state of unity between man and nature that was very common in the world of the Martial Arts Alliance, but one he had not entered since his return.
However, it didn't work this time, just like there was not enough spiritual energy in the Martial Arts Alliance world to break through the innate realm, there was not enough罡风 spiritual energy here to break through the罡气.
He didn't know that for a casual cultivator, it would take them many days to cultivate just this bit of Wang Yao's energy.
Wang Yao went outside to see what was going on and walked out of the inn on his own, ignoring the boss's strange look.
Although the boss knew that there were many monks staying in his inn, they all had to eat as usual.
Wang Yao is different. He is born with perfect nature and his internal energy is self-generated. He can maintain fetal breathing for a period of time without eating.
What's more, there are fasting pills. Wang Yao is rich and powerful, but he doesn't feel bad about eating them. He feels bad about eating the food in this inn.
"Selling roasted sweet potatoes, one penny of silver each." The roasted sweet potato stall next to the inn also sold them at a sky-high price.
Wang Yao was speechless and quickly left here, as they were all unscrupulous traders.
However, what he didn't expect was that the other streets seemed quite lively and not depressed by the war, but the things bought and sold were quite uniform.
That is food. Food is exchanged for clothes, food is exchanged for oil, and many things are exchanged for food.
You can buy it with money, but the price will fluctuate to who knows where. Wang Yao suddenly felt that he had wronged the man selling roasted sweet potatoes.
How come a king like him is so short of food, and the King of Western Qiang still has the nerve to call himself king?
"Oh, I didn't expect that we would still be hungry after winning the battle." An old man selling brooms said to the vendor next to him.
The peddler's stall didn't sell much, and he said to the old man with a worried look on his face, "I have several people at home who are all waiting for rice to cook. I don't know how long I can hold on."
Seeing Wang Yao, the man with a knife, looking at them, they immediately shut up. Looking at his eyes, they thought Wang Yao was a "plainclothes officer".
But Wang Yao understood immediately. Teams of sharp soldiers were patrolling in neat steps, and from time to time a few men dressed as ordinary passers-by came forward to report to the soldiers.
The men pointed at a person and the soldiers grabbed him, scaring the people around them so much that they all lowered their heads.
From this perspective, it makes sense that the second prince of Western Qiang insisted on bringing back the grain carts.
Now that such measures have been resorted to, it seems that the food shortage in Qingwu City has reached a certain extent and must be suppressed.
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