In the evening of the fourth day.

Zhang Feng arrived outside Yehe Town, which was more than 10,000 miles away from Xuandao Sect.

And the area here is similar to the previous inn, both are places with scarce spiritual energy.

Then follow the location in the letter.

That disciple should be living in an inn in the town now, waiting for people from the sect to come.

Then once the pill prescription is handed over, he is ready to continue his wandering.

Zhang Feng thought about it, got off the Feijian outside the town, and came to the North Street of Yehe Town.

Wait until you find him.

He was a very cool person, with no ink marks. He directly exchanged greetings with Zhang Feng and took out the prescription.

Maybe he thought that this recipe with many typos was of little use.

But Zhang Feng looked around and saw that the elixir was cyan, and it was a rare 'soul-nourishing' elixir in the early stages of the game.

‘Item: Pure Spirit Pill Recipe’

Type: prescription

Quality: Level 3, cyan

'Remarks: Pure Spirit Pill can warm the soul and increase spiritual awareness.'

Read the item tips.

Zhang Feng scanned the medicinal materials above again and saw that most of the medicinal materials recorded above could be found in the sect.

As for the disciple who said he couldn't find it, it was probably because he mistook the "writings from thousands of years ago" for "typos."

But I can understand it myself.

Because Daqian Game comes with human language and text translation.

Wait until you finish getting the prescription.

Zhang Feng said goodbye to this fellow Taoist who was eager to go out for fun.

Later, Zhang Feng went to another inn and wrote a copy of the prescription.

This copy is intended to be handed over to the sect so that I can help the fellow Taoist get some credit, without taking advantage of his credit.

Furthermore, if the sect has the medicinal materials and the elders who refine the medicine, it will always be faster than having the elixir alone.

Including the font of this copy, I completely copied this thousand-year-old writing.

The elders who practice martial arts in the sect know some ancient characters and can understand them.

But if I 'translate' it in advance, it won't be easy.

Even if it can be rounded, it is still time-consuming.

And wait until the attachments are delivered to the sect.

I have also thought about it. When the sect asks me why I did not hand over the "original" but gave the sect a "copy", I will also find an excuse, saying that the original was accidentally damaged, so I copied a new one.

.

But now that I have put pen to paper.

However, Zhang Feng discovered that the copy had changed into the 'Great Thousand Pill Prescriptions' and showed a cyan light.

On the other hand, the old originals have become ordinary items.

Zhang Feng looked at it and smiled.

It seems that there is no need to look for reasons, just hand over the original documents.

I have to say that my ‘identity’ talent is quite popular.

Let Daqian Rules perfectly cover up anything that might reveal your identity.

Later.

Zhang Feng put away the pill recipe, walked out of the inn room, and looked out of the town.

Another task in the bounty now is to ‘solve the farmer’s difficulties’.

According to my vague perception, it is in that direction.

Zhang Feng thought to himself and walked towards the outside of the town.

After walking for about ten miles, we came to a small village.

The location in the prompt is in a small courtyard on the edge of the village.

Zhang Feng then walked towards the village.

But when I passed several villagers.

When the three villagers saw Zhang Feng, a half-moon bow on his back and Tang Dao hanging on his side, his heart tightened, feeling that the person who came was not good.

Especially when they saw Zhang Feng walking towards that yard, they were even more afraid to avoid it.

"They haven't let Old Man Liu go..." After they walked about seventy or eighty meters away from Zhang Feng, they were talking in a low voice: "I think... we must force him to death..."

When Zhang Feng heard the whisper, he paused in his heart and didn't stop to ask.

Anyway, it's only about thirty meters away from the yard.

If you want to ask, ask the person involved directly, Mr. Liu.

He is now hunched over fetching water in the yard.

"Old man." When Zhang Feng saw him, he first stood outside the hospital and clasped his fists in a friendly manner: "I heard from people nearby that the old man is in some difficulties. I came here here..."

When the old man heard Zhang Feng's voice outside the courtyard, he paused in fetching water. He turned around and saw that Zhang Feng was well-dressed. He hurriedly put down his work and came over to open the courtyard door.

Zhang Feng walked into the hospital, took a closer look, and found that there was only an old man in the hospital.

Maybe his family is working in the fields and hasn't returned yet.

"Please..." He led Zhang Feng to a stone table in the courtyard, pressed his hands on his clothes, turned around and looked at the simple house, but he didn't know what to entertain him.

Zhang Feng smelled a scent, looked towards the room that looked like a kitchen, and asked the old man, "Are the sweet potatoes cooked?"

"Hey..." the old man responded and ran into the house. After a while, he brought out a plate with two fragrant sweet potatoes on it.

When Zhang Feng saw it, he took out a few taels of silver from his pocket, put it on the stone table next to him, and said to the old man in front of him who dared not take the money: "I, Zhang Feng, think I know some people. If the old man has any

Can you tell me what the difficulty is, and Zhang Feng will help the old man solve it if he can."

Zhang Feng said, picked up the sweet potato and touched it. Without burning it, he peeled it and ate it to satisfy his craving first.

During the seven or eight days since I returned to the sect, my mouth was full of the medicinal taste of Bigu Pill, which was light and uncomfortable.

"Sigh..." When the old man heard Zhang Feng's question, he sighed, with some tears in his eyes, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought the young hero was sent by shopkeeper Chen... Now I heard that it's not the case

..I..I’m fine..”

"Who is Shopkeeper Chen? Why are you afraid of him?" Zhang Feng grabbed a person's name and picked up another sweet potato. He had just eaten a few bites, but he still hadn't tasted anything.

The old man did not speak, but picked up the plate and prepared to get some more for Zhang Feng.

"Ouch!" An aunt in the opposite courtyard couldn't stand it when she saw a well-dressed young man supporting the old man, but the old man still hesitated and didn't dare to say anything.

He was so energetic that he said it all in one breath,

"Young Master! You don't know that Old Man Liu originally had a son, but...he was a...silly son...

Old Man Liu's family originally had three acres of land allocated to him by the immortals of the Xuan Dao Sect. Although his life was tight, he was not hungry.

But... Old Man Liu is getting old after all, and his child is still a fool, so no one can help his family. As time goes by, all the work in the fields falls to Old Man Liu himself... The harvest is very small every year...

Three months ago, shopkeeper Chen in the town knew about Old Man Liu, but took away all three acres of his family's land on the grounds that his family was wasting their land!

At that time, Old Man Liu begged for mercy, but he didn't want to... didn't want to, but he was beaten by the people brought by Shopkeeper Chen!

But although his stupid son was stupid, when he saw his father being bullied, he picked up the shovel in the field and wanted to fight the people brought by shopkeeper Chen...

It’s just that Shopkeeper Chen has a Qi Practicing Immortal by his side! How could a stupid boy like him be the Immortal’s opponent? He was beaten to death by the people brought by Shopkeeper Chen..”

"Alas..." After the old man heard what the aunt said, he couldn't say anything, only sobbing and crying.

"Who dares to ask about Shopkeeper Chen?... He knows the city lord..." The aunt continued to say, her words full of sorrow and anger, but she was also deeply helpless, knowing that the people did not fight with the officials.

Zhang Feng sat on the stone pier and listened quietly, carefully tasting the sweet taste in his mouth.

I think so.

On one side is Shopkeeper Chen who has strength, connections and people.

On one side is a poor old man.

So who is going to make the decision for a fool and an old man about to be buried?

"I've eaten."

Zhang Feng stood up and looked at the old man who was crying hoarsely, "Where is Shopkeeper Chen's store and home?"

"There are Qi Practitioners in his family..." the old man's tone was trembling after crying. "They... they have some relationship with the city lord..."

"I also have some relationship with the city lord." Zhang Feng smiled and comforted: "The old man can just lead the way. Let's go to shopkeeper Chen first. If we can't explain clearly, we will go to the city lord to comment."

When the old man heard that the young hero knew the city lord and was willing to help him get justice for a lonely old man, he bowed deeply with tears in his eyes and said, "Thank you, young hero..."

Waiting to return to Yehe County again.

It is already evening.

There are many pedestrians going back and forth on the road.

Zhang Feng followed the old man's instructions and walked towards the Chen family's store.

The old man followed Zhang Feng, looking enviously at some fathers and sons from time to time.

Not long after.

Wait until you arrive outside Chen's Commercial Store.

This is a busy street in Yehe County.

Various businesses, vendors, and inns are located throughout the street, and there are endless pedestrians.

"Go slowly..." Shopkeeper Chen had just seen off a customer when he happened to see an old man in obviously shabby clothes among the crowd, who was out of place here, "Oh! You came to the door again? I want your three acres of land back."

?”

As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Feng behind the old man, and suddenly smiled, "You old man, you still want help here? Do you think the beating is not enough?"

When the old man saw Shopkeeper Chen, he looked at him angrily, but when he saw the expressionless Qi practitioner next to him, he was frightened and did not dare to speak.

Zhang Feng looked at Shopkeeper Chen, then at a monk wearing a Taoist robe next to him, and knew that he had found the right person.

"This..." The monk saw that Zhang Feng was well-dressed, but he put away his old arrogance of bullying the old man, and instead asked politely.

When Shopkeeper Chen saw that his master was being polite, he also looked at Zhang Feng, thought about it, and asked, "May I ask who this little brother is...?"

Zhang Feng heard the two people asking, but suddenly he moved, and the moment he approached shopkeeper Chen, the flying sword from his waist was unsheathed and swiped across the monk's neck.

‘Click’ The monk’s head fell to the ground and rolled onto the busy street.

The bustling street fell into silence, looking at the headless corpse standing in front of the door.

And at the moment when the flying sword was sheathed.

Zhang Feng drew out his Tang Dao and stabbed it into the chest of the horrified shopkeeper Chen.
Chapter completed!