Chapter 119 Wushang Company! "According to the previous agreement, Lao Pu...
"According to the agreement we made before, the old master of Putao Mountain has reserved two rare and strange foods of the Qingyou level from me. Now I will abide by the agreement and give these two strange foods to you." Zhu Hui coughed and spoke.
After saying this, Zhu Hui took out a wooden box from his arms.
The wooden box looked ordinary at first glance, but Lan Ji was the next master of the Putao Mountains after all, and had seen a lot of good things since he was a child. He recognized at a glance that this was one of the special wooden boxes made by the merchants in Shizhu Village. This kind of strange food wooden box could lock up strange powers and was often used to preserve some rare strange foods.
The wooden box was handed to him by the leader Zhu Hui.
Lan Ji stared at the wooden box in front of him in silence for a while. Was it his grandfather? He recalled the time when his grandfather pushed him away and told him to run away. Lan Ji couldn't help but feel depressed.
"I understand." Lan Ji took the wooden box and spoke.
"In the box are two portions of green pine nuts, which are used to rebuild the foundation. They are also the first batch of rare food kept in reserve by our Zhuhui caravan." Zhuhui scratched his head and said. Of course, he could see that the young boy was in a low mood.
But Zhu Hui really wants to complain.
"The old mountain master has a good eye. When this strange food was not yet mature, he asked me to order two portions. Now that the strange food is mature, it is much more effective than originally agreed. Now I can't even raise the price." As soon as Zhu Hui finished speaking, he saw the look on the face of the young mountain master Lan Ji, and he knew what the other party wanted to say. He raised his hand and stopped him from saying the next thing. "Hey, hey, hey, don't say anymore. As for this price increase, according to the agreement, it really can't be raised to you. When you rebuild the Putao Mountain Range, use your identity as the master of Putao Mountain to pay me the difference."
Although Zhu Hui was really tempted to raise the price, he thought that Lan Ji, the young master of the mountain, had a promising future. Unfortunately, he still had to save face.
Finally, Zhu Hui had to reluctantly give up this temptation.
Next time he will definitely make a big profit.
However, the young mountain master Lan Ji sincerely kept this agreement in his heart. He said very seriously: "I will try my best to return it to you." Although the leader of the caravan in front of him was a little weird, he was a qualified businessman in Shizhu Village. Lan Ji was very grateful to him for sending the supplies for his own cultivation.
"Forget it, forget it." Zhu Hui waved his hand and reminded: "The Green Pine Weird Food is extremely special. When you rebuild your foundation, this Weird Food will have a certain chance of giving you an additional wood talent." He must tell you about this effect.
If I don’t tell Zhu Hui, I’ll feel like I’m at a great loss.
When Lan Ji heard this, he understood why Chief Zhu Hui said that he was at a disadvantage.
I'm afraid the price my grandfather gave me is only the price of the strange food that rebuilds my foundation. If I want to awaken another kind of strange food with talent, the price will have to be at least three to four times higher. No wonder Chief Zhu Hui couldn't help but flash a trace of pain in his eyes when he looked at the wooden box in his hand.
A hint of smile flashed across the eyes of the young boy Lan Ji.
"Thank you!"
Zhu Hui waved his hand and refused to say more.
Zhu Hui put his hand down and looked Lan Ji up and down for a while. After a while, he touched his chin and said in confusion: "However, Qingsong Weird Food has a strong Weird Power. According to your current talent, you shouldn't use two Weird Foods, right?"
Is there any other use?
Lan Ji understood what his grandfather meant. He nodded and said, "Captain Zhu Hui, I know what my grandfather meant. I will only eat one portion of Qingsong Weird Food."
Lan Ji understood the reminder behind Chief Zhu Hui's words.
Zhu Hui saw that this little mountain master didn't seem like someone who was willing to risk his life for revenge. Or rather, he still had some sense and at least knew that eating too much strange food was not good. Strange food was certainly useful, but the strange power of the strange food needed to be digested. A portion of strange food was often stuck at a level that a strange man could just digest. Now that one portion became two, didn't it mean that it would take twice as long, and the key was that it might not necessarily have twice the effect.
There are two more strange impurities in the body.
Zhu Hui then felt relieved.
"Now we go, I wish you good luck. If you have anything, you can visit the Qingxie caravan base in Qiang City. The friendship between the merchants of our Shizhu Village and the Putao Mountains will not end here." Zhu Hui said very seriously before leaving.
The Shizhu Village merchants here do not refer to any particular bloodline, but all the merchants from Shizhu Village. The Shizhu Village merchants travel on this continent and have their own things to do, but no one knows what they are going to do.
However, all forces know that every time merchants from Shizhu Village arrive, the disaster they face will come to an end.
Zhu Hui also wanted to ask Lan Ji, the mountain owner, whether he wanted to go with him, but considering that he was from the Zhu Hui caravan and Putao Mountain was more friendly with the Huaban Bloodline Caravan, the mountain owner might not want to go with him. Zhu Hui thought about it and helped him point out the nearest station of the Huaban Bloodline Caravan.
Lan Ji had exactly the same idea. He nodded, hugged the little white mink, and thanked him with a serious expression.
"Young mountain master, have a safe trip!" Zhu Hui waved his hand, turned around and left. His feet did not leave a trace throughout the whole process. His movements were as swift as the wind and he soon disappeared from the spot.
"Captain Zhu Hui, have a safe trip." The little master of Lanji Mountain said.
Lan Ji kept watching Zhu Hui's back disappear in front of him, then he turned around and left, disappearing into the deep mountains and old forests behind him. With the company of the wild spirit marten, he felt that the deep mountains and old forests were safer than the outside world.
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One month later.
Lan Ji stood in Qiang City holding a little white mink in his arms. People were coming and going on the street. His expression was calm, but only the look in his eyes revealed that he was in a very uneasy mood.
Because there were so many people outside, the little white mink didn't say anything. It just turned over, turned its head, and looked at him with some worry.
Lan Ji lowered his head slightly, holding the little white mink, and blended into the crowd. Then he quickly followed the flow of people towards the distance and soon disappeared.
A group of people quickly chased after Lan Ji from the place he had just left. They stopped passers-by and asked, "Did you see a young man in black clothes just now? He was holding a white mink in his arms. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old!"
"Ahh, I didn't see anything!"
"What about you? Did you see it? It's about this high?" The trickster put down the person in his hand and turned to ask another pedestrian on the street.
Unfortunately, Lan Ji kept his head down the whole time, and the little white mink stayed in his arms without poking its head out. If people didn't pay attention, they wouldn't be able to see it at all. In addition, he hid so quickly that people on the street could only find a few clues.
After Lan Ji walked silently for a while, turned around and hid again, and watched with his own eyes that the pursuers had disappeared, Lao Ji breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his shoulders.
The little white mink in the black collar also came out. Now it was deep in the alley, and there was no one around. It could finally speak. The little white mink said, "Ji Ge'er, why didn't you let me swallow that damn old man?"
"Doesn't he just want to betray you?" The little white mink's tone was very unhappy. It had just joined a force mentioned by the former master of Putao Mountain together with Lan Ji. It originally thought it was a safe haven, but unexpectedly, Lan Ji found something wrong at night. This old man had an ambiguous attitude. Although it could not be said that he was hooking up with Shi Shi, he would definitely not protect him.
Lan Ji felt that the other party wanted to imprison him and torture him to find out where the remaining strange plants in the Putao Mountains were hidden.
A month was enough time for the young boy Lan Ji to grow a lot. What made Lan Ji even more fortunate was that the Green Pine Strange Food he obtained was indeed more powerful than he had imagined. Not only did it completely rebuild his foundation, but his talent also became more refined, allowing him to keenly perceive whether the person in front of him had ill intentions towards him.
Lan Ji noticed it that night.
Without hesitation, he picked up the little white mink and ran away.
Unexpectedly, after I finished running, I was immediately chased by soldiers.
The wild spirit mink Xiaobai was extremely angry. How dare a two-legged beast be rude to it and even dare to say that it was just an ordinary little thing with good talent.
"...Xiaobai, Lord Qi has the cultivation level of Blood Grudge, you can't defeat him." Lan Ji was silent for a while, but still gently told Xiaobai the cruel fact.
It's not that he is timid, but Xiaobai also has to consider the opponent's strength. Who knows who will win in the end?
Xiaobai, the Wild Spirit Marten, became even more irritable. Damn it, why wasn't it at the Blood Grudge level? It would have swallowed that annoying guy in one gulp. Now it was actually trying to escape. When had it ever escaped in its own territory? Only other strange beasts could escape.
The wild spirit mink Xiaobai bit the side of Lan Ji's sleeve until the murderous intent in his heart was almost vented. Then the little white mink calmed down, looked up at Lan Ji, and said: "What should you do now?"
"Aren't you going to give one of the Qingsong Strange Foods to Mr. Qi to seek protection?" Now Mr. Qi is unreliable and greedy for money. Lan Ji is in danger no matter how he looks at it.
Lan Ji was even more silent. He thought for a moment and said slowly: "I don't have enough resources for cultivation."
The little white mink was startled, and stepped on the ground subconsciously with his paws. He said, "Yes, you did say that you were going to go hunting with me."
"I can't leave the city directly, so why not exchange this piece of green pine strange food for resources I need." Lan Ji said silently, and looked silently at the business opposite, which was also doing the largest business of auctioning strange resources in Qiang City.
The little white mink followed Lan Ji's gaze and saw the storefront was sparkling. Although he did not recognize human characters, he liked this shiny storefront and the people coming and going. The little white mink subconsciously sniffed and his amethyst-like eyes lit up instantly. Wow, this store smells so good!
The little white mink was completely intoxicated by the scent of flesh and blood. It smelled so good, so good. It could smell the scent of flesh and blood of a Blood Grudge-level monster. It kept slapping Lan Ji's hand with its claws, saying, "It smells so good, it smells so good there. We will definitely be able to get a lot of cultivation resources."
Crystal clear liquid flowed from the corners of Maorong's mouth.
"..." Lan Ji was helpless. After a moment, he reminded the little white marten: "Xiaobai, don't think about it. We can't snatch it away. Feel the cultivation level of the shopkeeper at the door. He is almost at the Qingyou level. Do you think there is no Blood Grudge level warrior in charge of this store?" The Qingyou level Wild Spirit Marten can indeed kill enemies across levels. It is not impossible for a top-level Qingyou level Wild Spirit Marten to kill an ordinary Blood Grudge level warrior. But now, Xiaobai is just an underage cub at the top level of the Huangli level.
The Wild Spirit Marten Xiaobai calmed down instantly. It felt two blood grudge-level auras. Although they seemed ordinary to it, the little white marten knew that it could not defeat these two at all.
Even more angry.
"Then why don't you go to the caravan that the leader of the caravan introduced?" After calming down, Xiaobai's IQ began to take the upper hand. The wisdom of the strange beasts with high-level bloodlines is no less than that of mortals. Some strange beasts with cunning nature are even smarter than humans. The wild spirit marten is naturally smart as well.
"Among the spotted bloodlines, the only one we in Putao Mountain are familiar with is the Colorful Caravan. Currently, the Colorful Caravan has no intention of coming to Qiang City. As for the others..." Lan Ji stopped talking. After a moment, he slowly said, "I don't dare to believe it."
Even the good friend to whom his grandfather had entrusted his life and death could betray him for the sake of profit. The key point is that Lan Ji also knows how coveted the strange plants in the Putao Mountains are. Although Shi Shi broke through the gate of the mountain, everyone knows that these large forces must have a foundation and can make a comeback. An orphan of the mountain master's bloodline must know a lot.
Lan Ji couldn't believe it.
At the auction house, he and Xiaobai couldn't beat that group of people, but what about escaping?
The Huangli-level Wild Spirit Marten is enough. He can also help Xiaobai with treatment and provide strange power, so he can definitely escape safely.
The Wild Spirit Martens are one of the Four Disasters. In addition to their brutal nature, they will swallow anything as long as it is blood. What’s more, they are fast. They are invincible at the same level, and can even compete with those above their level.
Although the little white mink didn't know what Lan Ji was thinking, it understood that Lan Ji was in a low mood. It stepped on its paws hesitantly, and then rubbed the little mountain master's cheek silently.
Alas, although the little biped it raised was very well-behaved and pleasing to the eye, it was too fragile, which really made it feel a little at a loss.
Lan Ji's mood soon improved after being comforted.
"...Xiaobai, are you really not going to eat this green pine strange food?" Lan Ji touched the wooden box in his arms and said hesitantly. When Chief Zhu Hui brought the strange food to him, he did not take the wooden box back. Lan Ji is still holding the wooden box.
The little white mink rolled his eyes and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Of course not. The strange beasts are naturally not as good at absorbing strange food as you humans. You can absorb 70 to 80%, but the strange beasts can only absorb 40 to 50."
"Our clan specializes in eating flesh and blood. Instead of giving me green pine strange food, why not give me a piece of blood resentment-level strange beast meat? I will grow faster then." Xiaobai, the wild spirit mink, spoke with great sincerity.
Who knows what the green pine strange food is? When it gets close, you can smell a strong smell of wood, which smells very bitter. If you don't let it eat it, it would rather go out hunting by itself.
Xiaobai was also puzzled. Ordinary strange food doesn't have such a strong smell of wood. What does it smell like? Just go for it!
As soon as Lan Ji heard it, he knew that Xiaobai really disliked it. Although he didn't know why Xiaobai mentioned Qingsong's strange food and disliked it, he still didn't ask Xiaobai to go against his nature and eat strange food.
Xiaobai has a lot of memories inherited in his bloodline. There must be a reason why he doesn't want to eat.
After a while, a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old came to the Qiang City's Wushang Company.
The young man's face was covered in black ash, leaving only a pair of eyes that made a deep impression. He was holding a little white mink in his arms. He came to the shopkeeper and asked, "Excuse me, is your bank still holding an auction?"
The shopkeeper's gaze lingered on the little white mink in the boy's arms for a moment, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he looked up at the boy again, smiling and said: "Take it, of course, do you have any strange resources to auction?"
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