Chapter One Hundred and Fortieth Heaven Tears Old Man
"The price you want for this bulletproof vest cannot be too low, otherwise I won't be able to afford to lose this person." Before leaving, Zhuge Ziliang suddenly sent a message to Tang Wen.
This old guy even interfered in the business, Tang Wen almost laughed out loud.
"Don't worry, senior, it's not much. This is expensive in itself." Tang Wen responded.
"Having it means you have a few more lives. Of course, it must be expensive to be worthy of this treasure.
A piece of armor from Tianbingfang requires thousands of low-grade spiritual stones, and yours is comparable to the top-grade ones among them.
In terms of comfort, it is much more comfortable than theirs. After all, most of their armors are made of black iron.
The defense is okay, but it's hard and uncomfortable to wear, so you can't go below this number." Zhuge Ziliang said.
"Young man understands that you will never ruin your senior's reputation." Tang Wen replied.
"When you encounter trouble, you can show me my token, and they will give you a little face. But, boy, next time you come to my Abbot Mountain, don't bring less food and wine, but bring more." Zhuge Ziliang came again.
Already.
"When the time comes, I will bring a few carriages over. However, it will be difficult to transport them," Tang Wen said.
"Why?" Zhuge Ziliang asked.
"Three-striped fish must always be preserved with ice, otherwise, they will break. Also... it would be much more convenient if there was a larger void bag." Tang Wen said.
"Yours should be top grade, right?" Zhuge Ziliang asked.
"Yes! Is there a better void bag in the world?" Tang Wen asked.
"The frog at the bottom of the well." Zhuge Ziliang snorted and said, "The high-grade ones are much larger than the top-grade ones, and can fit into a small building, about three feet square.
However, high-quality void bags can be found but cannot be found. Even the Xuanbao Pavilion in Xuanwu City may not have them.
Even if I occasionally get one or two, they are still so expensive that most people can’t afford them.”
"It's estimated to be worth ten thousand spirit stones." Tang Wen said.
I'm thinking that the void bag of Youpin is really good. It is about eighty cubic meters in size when it is three feet square. It can hold several containers. I will definitely get one.
"Of course. Moreover, you have to use high-grade spiritual stones to redeem them, and low-grade people don't want them." Zhuge Ziliang said.
"The key is that there are spiritual stones and no bags." Tang Wen said, he could afford it now, but he had no place to buy it.
"You can go to him to try your luck." Zhuge Ziliang said.
"Senior, please tell me, who is he?" Tang Wen asked.
"No one knows his name, but everyone calls him Old Man Tianlei." Zhuge Ziliang said.
"Why such a weird name?" Tang Wen was a little curious.
"His eyes were born with tears, and they seemed to be crying all the time. However, this man is a master of weaponry." Zhuge Ziliang said.
"Could he be able to refine a high-quality void bag?" Tang Wen asked.
"Of course, but because high-grade void bag materials are rare, the success rate is so low that even one hundred void bags can hardly be made. Therefore, it is very expensive, and there is no market for it." Zhuge Ziliang said.
"I want to try my luck." Tang Wen said.
"You can have a chance, but I don't think you're very sure. This person lives at No. 88, West Ji Lane, Xuanwu City.
It was an inconspicuous courtyard, but Old Man Tianlei was an extraordinary person.
Extraordinary people have weird tempers and are difficult to approach, and ordinary people can't even get in." Zhuge Ziliang said.
The next morning, Tang Wen packed up, took many gifts, and went straight to Tianlei's residence.
The yard is indeed very ordinary. From the outside it looks unremarkable, just like an ordinary house.
It is a house of civil structure, but there are many trees inside, which basically cover the yard.
Tang Wen knocked on the door, and a middle-aged man wearing a melon cap, homespun robe, and cloth shoes appeared. He glanced at Tang Wen and asked coldly, "Who are you looking for?"
"Look for Old Man Tianlei." Tang Wen said.
"Not here." Guapimao said and was about to close the door.
"Master Zhuge Ziliang said this." Tang Wen said.
"You're stupid. If he says it's possible, then you jump off the building if he asks you to. You've been deceived." Guapimao snorted.
It seems that they don't even want to show off Zhuge Ziliang's face. No wonder Zhuge Ziliang said he couldn't even get in.
"I'm here to treat old man Tianlei. You don't need to notify me, but you will be responsible for the consequences," Tang Wen said.
"You're the one who's sick? Get out of here!" Guapimao was furious and his popularity swelled. Tang Wen was shocked when he saw it.
Damn!
Guapi Hat's head is actually as popular as a local egg. He is a master of the 'Qi Nourishing Realm', which is even more powerful than the Xiantian Realm of Qi Hengjiang, and further up is the Juyuan Realm like Red Beard.
"If you want to prevent him from crying, only I, Tang Wen, can cure him in this world. Since you won't let me in, I'll say goodbye!" Tang Wen said the next word, turned around and left.
Walk very cleanly and never be sloppy.
"All the super pharmacists have seen it, you can do it, bullshit!" Guapi Hat snorted.
"No, you cut my head off." Tang Wen continued walking without looking back.
"Boy, come back." Guapi Hat came like a gust of wind, picked up Tang Wen and jumped into the yard.
The master was indeed a master, and Tang Wen could only feel envious that someone could walk along this seven-eight-meter-high courtyard wall as fast as he could.
As a result, he was thrown directly into the hall.
Tang Wen saw a middle-aged man with a slightly round face and a washed white cloth robe.
There was a hairpin made of bamboo inserted into her head, and her eyes were a little misty, but the tears really kept flowing.
However, not much flows out.
"Xiang Wu, why did you bring someone in?" the man asked.
"This boy's name is Tang Wen. He said he could cure your tears, master. He also said he would let me chop his head off if he couldn't." Guapimao said.
"How did he know this place?" Old Man Tianlei asked.
"It was said by that old man Zhuge Ziliang," Xiang Wu said.
"Boy, I was born with teary eyes. Not to mention the first-grade pharmacists, even the pharmacists in the Tong Nian Realm think that I was born with tears. Your head is gone." Old Man Tianlei sneered.
"Boy! If you have nothing to say now, bring your head." Xiang Wu glared and pulled out the trembling sword.
"Why can't it be cured if you don't let me cure it? You guys are too arbitrary and simply stupid." Tang Wen didn't panic at all and scolded with a straight face.
"Boy, you dare to speak loudly, you really don't want your head anymore?" Xiang Wu said fiercely.
"Let me see it or not. If you don't let me see it, our bet will not be valid. You have no right to chop off my head." Tang Wen looked impatient.
"Boy, if you really don't want your head, you might as well come here and I'll show you." Old Man Tianlei hummed.
Tang Wen walked over and put on a small flashlight lens. Suddenly, a beam of light hit the old man Tianlei's eyes.
He was suddenly startled and looked at the small flashlight in a strange way. When the beam hit him, tears burst out from his eyes.
Tang Wen stretched out his hand and looked into his eyes. Old Man Tianlei was not angry and allowed Tang Wen to operate.
"Cry often?" Tang Wen asked.
"Um."
"When did it start?"
"Around eighteen."
"Haha, do you cry a lot when you get angry?" Tang Wen said with a smile.
"How did you know?" Old Man Tianlei was stunned.
"Also, you probably started refining weapons when you were around ten years old, right?" Tang Wen asked.
"I started learning when I was six years old," said the old man Tianlei.
"But you didn't cry all the time when you were six years old. You didn't start crying until you were eighteen. Do you know why?" Tang Wen asked.
"I don't know." Old Man Tianlei shook his head.
"Because you often refine weapons, which often uses fire, such as furnace fires, etc., they are constantly roasting you, and the smoke and fire are roasting you. Over time, your tears will go wrong." Tang Wen said.