Kong Mufeng filled two large baskets full of Qi Gathering Powder, a large basket of Pulse-Breaking Pills, and a small cloth bag of about five kilograms of Marrow Cleansing Pills.
As for the Marrow Cleansing Pill, the one Shentu Yan took before cost at least tens of thousands of gold coins. Even though this Marrow Cleansing Pill is low-level, it costs four to five thousand gold coins. Isn't it very cheap to pay 20,000 yuan per kilogram?
"Senior, I have chosen."
Kong Mufeng picked out several baskets, divided the money in the ring and gave them to the old man before leaving.
At this moment, two old men came up with a shout.
"Poor man, why aren't you old boy here yet? Do you know that we are all waiting for you?" The one who came up was an old man with a bald head and a big beard. He looked energetic and well-dressed. He was better than the old man who was refining medicine.
Much more particular about.
"Crazy blacksmith, why are you urging me?" the old man refining the medicine said impatiently.
"Hey, the poor man is selling his pile of clay balls here again? How much money do you think you can make by selling these piles of clay balls?" At this time, an old man with a goatee and a gorgeous fairy-style dress came in.
.
"Gungungun, what do you know about a painting? Do you know how to be a profiteer and cheat money?" The poor man said and walked out.
The poor man looked around and said, "Why are you two alone? Where are the barbarians?"
The mad blacksmith cursed: "That son of a bitch, Barbarian, went to the Forest of Fear. He said he felt a dog calling him, so he went there."
"Then why do you call me? What's the deal with three missing ones?" the poor man said disappointedly.
Suddenly, the poor man saw Kong Mufeng standing at a loss and asked, "Boy, can you play mahjong?"
"Ah? Mahjong?"
Kong Mufeng did not only study but also fall in love in college. How could he play such a thing?
"Um...I can't."
The poor man nodded and said: "Okay, it's just you. Three of us are short of one, let's come together."
After the poor man said this, he dragged him over without any explanation.
The three people pushed and pushed Kong Mufeng out of the store and walked outside.
"Hey, Kongfuzi, where are you going?" Xiaohong chased after him, not understanding what was going on.
Didn't you say you were buying elixirs? How could you bring out three old men?
And every one of them is weird.
"What's going on? Xiaohong, you and the waiter and the others go to a restaurant for a drink first. By the way, watch the fire and don't let him drink too much." Before Kong Mufeng could finish speaking, he was taken away by these old men.
gone.
The three people pushed and pushed Kong Mufeng to a room in an unknown alley.
Although this room is not big, it is clean and tidy, much better than the place where medicine is sold. There is a small table with four stools in the middle of the room, and a mahjong made of animal bones is placed on the table.
"Seniors, I really don't know how to do this..." Kong Mufeng was pinned down on the bench by three people before he could explain.
At this time, the poor man said: "Senior, let me introduce to you. The bald man is a crazy blacksmith. The old man can just call him money bag. As for me, just call me the alchemy master. Others also call me that."
"Bah, you are a poor man and you are a master of alchemy? Then I am still a master of weapon refining." The mad blacksmith cursed, obviously the two of them were already very familiar with each other.
At this time, the money bag smiled and said: "You just get used to it, that's what these two old men are like. The medicine seller calls him a poor doctor, and the blacksmith calls him a crazy blacksmith. One is poor and the other is crazy."
"By the way, what do you call me, little friend?"
Kong Mufeng had a black line on his forehead. These three old men didn't even know their own names and came to gather people.
"Um, my name is Kong Mufeng."
"Crazy? Then let's call you little lunatic. Come on, come on, rub it twice." The money bag seemed to come naturally.
"I said I can't." Kong Mufeng looked bitter.
When Qianbao heard that it was not possible, he even smiled wickedly: "Hey, it won't be good, just bring the money."
"What?"
Kong Mufeng felt as if he had been tricked.
"Ahem, it's okay. You can learn it for free. We're not good at playing anyway, and we don't have much money to play."
"Bajie Bajie, come out to help." Kong Mufeng could only ask the system.
"Ding dong, I feel the host's urgent request. May I ask if you are in any danger?"
"Well, there's no danger, it's just...can you play mahjong?"
"Dingdong, why did you call this system out just to play mahjong? Click on the warning."
Zila...
Not only did Kong Mufeng learn nothing, he was also electrocuted and convulsed.
"Hey, little madman, are you okay?"
"It's okay. It was my first time playing mahjong and I was so excited that my brain cramped."
Kong Mufeng could only prevaricate.
"Come on, come on, thirty thousand." Money Bag excitedly played a card first.
"Two loaves."
"East wind."
After the three of them played their cards, they all looked at Kong Mufeng.
Kong Mufeng touched his head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry."
"What, you little madman are you making a fuss?" The three old men were all confused. What is this kid doing?
"Um, do I have to play cards? Then who can escape from playing cards? Who am I to fight if there is no landlord?"
Kong Mufeng could only bite the bullet and play mahjong like a game of Landlords.
"Thirty thousand for one pair."
"Shunzi."
"Planes have wings,"
Kong Mufeng was almost beaten to death by three grumpy old men after finishing a round.
Next, although Kong Mufeng knew the basic rules, he was completely confused by these three old fritters.
"Come, come, give me money, three thousand gold coins."
Kong Mufeng can be said to be crying but has no tears. Didn't he say that the money for playing is not big? Three thousand a handful is still less?
Kong Mufeng played with several old men for two hours. Kong Mufeng lost several times in a row, probably nearly one hundred thousand gold coins.
Those old men got happier and happier as they fought, but Kong Mufeng became more and more collapsed, and almost cried in the last fight.
Ye Menghan lent him so much money to develop his sect, and now he asked him to export 100,000. After a night of fighting like this, he would lose all his underwear?
"Little madman, what are you thinking about? Come on." The three old men had never had such a good time playing, and the three of them took turns making money.
"Well, let me tell you three ancestors, please spare me. It's nothing to bully me because I don't know how to play." Kong Mufeng almost cried.
The poor man rolled his eyes at Kong Mufeng and said, "Trash is trash. We can win no matter what you play."
"What did you say?" Kong Mufeng's eyes lit up when he heard this. If he can't win Mahjong, can he still win the Landlord game?
"Besides, you can come as you like. There's nothing in the world that the three of us can't play with."
Kong Mufeng thought for a while and decided that there were three people to fight the Landlords, but he had an idea.
"Can you play flying chess?"
"What chess, chess or go?" The three old men touched upon a blind spot of knowledge.
"Ludo, you don't understand. An old man is an old man. If you don't accept it, you can't do it. You should just play your old tricks. You don't understand the things of us young people."
"What the hell, are you looking down on us?" the blacksmith yelled. With his bad temper, his face was worth more than his gold.
"Come on, come on, tell me how to play, I will beat you no matter how you play."