"Remember that Xia Yuan's martial arts progress was extremely slow because of his injuries, right?" Xia Qingchen said secretly.
In my memory, Xia Yuan's cultivation level was much higher than Xia Xun's at first. Later, due to some unknown reason, he was seriously injured, so his cultivation level slowed down and was surpassed by Xia Xun's.
It would be fine if he didn't encounter Thunder Fire Jiao. If he did, then buy it to wipe away Xia Yuan's old illness and restore his ability to practice.
But there is only one God.
Once you buy Thunder Fire Skewer, you will not be able to buy Dragon Blood Powder materials.
After thinking about it, Xia Qingchen asked the shopkeeper: "I exchanged the god for the thunder fire burnt and dragon blood powder materials, can I exchange it for other things?"
The temple's collections are never sold.
But it is said that it can be exchanged for something equally precious.
The shopkeeper is an old man in a long gown with gray hair and bulging eyes.
Ever since Xia Qingchen came to the counter, he had been immersed in planning and had never looked at Xia Qingchen, who was particularly arrogant.
"The temple only accepts rare items, don't take out ordinary items." The old man in a long gown raised his head and glanced at Xia Qingchen, then lowered his head and went about his business indifferently.
His bad attitude is really uncomfortable.
Xia Qingchen glanced at him lightly and said, "Selling martial arts skills."
He traveled across the galaxy, defeated countless enemies in his life, and collected not only 10,000 but also 8,000 martial arts.
There are many excellent works among them, and picking out just one of them will shock the martial arts world.
"Martial skills? Yes, but there is no need to sell low-grade yellow-level goods. Our temple will not accept them." The old man in the long gown looked Xia Qingchen up and down, and did not think that a young man could sell any superior martial arts.
Maybe it's an inherited martial art stolen from the family, right?
"You will know after you take a look." Xia Qingchen calmly took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the counter and wrote the first two hundred words of a book called "Walking in the Snow to Seek Plum Blossoms" about martial arts.
The shopkeeper looked away calmly, took one look at it, and said: "The rules of the temple require full martial arts skills. If you don't trust the temple, please find another place!"
If a book on martial arts is written down in full and written down by someone, wouldn’t it mean that the person who sells the martial arts will lose both money and property?
But the rules of the temple are very overbearing.
"I suggest you read the two hundred words I wrote carefully." Xia Qingchen said calmly.
Could the martial arts skills written by him be simple?
The shopkeeper turned his eyes and looked over, after reading the two hundred words about martial arts, he waved his hand: "It's just ordinary goods, take it away!"
It's like chasing away flies.
Xia Qingchen shook his head: "Looking at your airs, I thought you would have very good eyesight, but it turns out that you know nothing about it. Forget it, even if I sell this martial skill to you, you can't tell whether it's good or bad."
This book "Walking in the Snow to Seek Plum Blossoms" is a yellow-level middle-grade offensive martial arts book. It has profound and extensive content and is among the top among middle-grade martial arts.
Although he only wrote the beginning, if you have enough eyesight, you should be able to appreciate the extraordinary mystery of martial arts.
It's a pity that this shopkeeper has a bad temper and his eyesight is really poor.
The shopkeeper was naturally displeased at being ridiculed, and snorted: "Ignorant child! I am the third-ranked treasure appraiser in Yun Gucheng. The pile of treasures I have appraised in my life is higher than the mountain. Whether you have good eyesight or not, I can't tolerate you.
This is a childish comment that doesn’t even have full hair!”
As he spoke, he grabbed the paper, pointed at the martial arts on it, and said: "In your martial arts, the internal energy movement, the ups and downs of moves, and the connection of movements are all inferior to inferior. At most, it is just a yellow-level low-grade martial arts."
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Yun Gucheng, a book of yellow-level low-grade martial arts, is usually an inheritance that a hundred martial arts families must fight for.
But to the temple, low-level yellow-level martial arts are nothing.
"Where is my temple? Will it accept such inferior and inferior martial arts?" The shopkeeper pushed the paper into Xia Qingchen's arms and waved his hand like a fly: "Take your treasure back and hide it well.
Bar!"
Xia Qingchen chuckled lightly, but did not pick up the paper, letting it fall to the ground, then turned around and left.
Not a word of argument, not a word of explanation.
Watching him leave, he snorted coldly: "You have no eyesight! It just ruins my mood, huh!"
He looked down and saw the paper falling to the ground.
He picked it up, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can outside the door.
But the paper ball flew in the air, and was suddenly caught steadily by an old but as swift as the wind's hand.
The shopkeeper was stunned, looked up, and his face changed drastically.
He was originally extremely arrogant, but his attitude changed drastically.
He trotted quickly in front of the visitor, hunched his waist, and said with an apologetic smile: "The old master of the palace is here to welcome you, but the little ones are welcome at a distance!"
The shopkeeper's heart was beating loudly.
The person in front of me is the previous master of the temple, Zhen Nantian!
Twenty years ago, the most powerful person in the Shenxiu Principality was known as the Martial Arts Myth!
His cultivation is unrivaled in the world, and he is powerful in the world.
It wasn't until he fought against the martial arts demon Gu Qianhen and was defeated by him that he secluded himself from the world and returned to his hometown of Yungu City to create a temple.
The current master of the temple is succeeded by his son.
He lived in seclusion behind the scenes, recuperating in the inner chamber of the temple for a long time.
He doesn't show up once in a few years.
Today, for the first time, he came to the middle floor and arrived at the counter he was responsible for. How could he not be under great pressure?
The old palace master asked: "Is this written by the young man just now?"
The old palace master is the old man Xia Qingchen met just now, Zhen Nantian.
Next to him is his favorite granddaughter, Zhen Zhilan, who is also a famous flower in Yun Gucheng.
"Yes!" The shopkeeper was confused. How could the aloof old palace master care about this?
Zhen Nantian unfolded the ball of paper and looked carefully at the two hundred words of martial arts on it.
Zhen Zhilan leaned over curiously, took a few glances, and said, "It's quite ordinary. It should be a low-grade martial arts skill."
She thought Xia Qingchen would come up with some amazing martial arts skills to sell to the temple.
It seems that Xia Qingchen is just a talker. In fact, he is nothing special, let alone an expert.
Zhen Nantian calmly put away the paper ball and asked: "He has sorted out everything he wanted to exchange for just now."
Um?
The shopkeeper was even more confused, why did the old palace master really care about this young man?
Doubtless, he still truthfully sorted out ten pieces of Dragon Blood Powder materials, packed them carefully and delivered them to Zhen Nantian.
"Yes." Zhen Nantian took it, looked at the shopkeeper, and said: "Go to the temple accountant to collect two hundred thousand taels of silver, and then go home to take care of yourself."
Um?
The shopkeeper raised his eyes, his eyes full of confusion.
To live a long life? Who are you talking about?
Zhen Zhilan was also suddenly surprised by his grandfather's words. He pointed at the shopkeeper and said, "Grandpa, are you talking about him?"
Zhen Nantian said calmly: "Is there a second shopkeeper on site?"
Plop
The shopkeeper was so frightened that his legs went weak. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Old palace master, please be merciful. Is there something that I don't do my best to do?"
"Yes, grandpa, what are you doing? Fire Master Jia in a good manner!" Zhen Zhilan thought that grandpa was getting confused, so he fired Master Jia for no reason.
Master Jia is the third-ranked treasure appraiser in Yun Gucheng, and he was hired by the temple at a high cost.
How can you fire people without any reason or warning?