Lost Xiaonanzhou Group

Chapter 9 The Joy of Warrior Training
Cui Chen knew he was careless.

Thinking that he entered the Martial Master realm last month, he was hand-picked by Sima Shang, the head teacher of Shifang Yan Luodian, to participate in this secret operation that Sima Shang called "the sect's century-old plan", and he was full of ambition.

Yesterday, the operation of the Hall of Yama in the Ten Directions encountered a setback. When he entered the secret realm, he suffered heavy casualties, especially when he escaped from that mysterious hall by luck, and he was terrified like the rest of his life after a catastrophe.But in today's ugly time, the action has finally made significant progress.

"Perhaps it only takes another hour to break the restriction of the Xi Mansion."

Seeing the faint appearance of the portal after the restriction, Cui Chen was undoubtedly as excited as everyone present.But what made him extremely depressed was that at that time, Sima Shang ordered him to retreat to the periphery to prevent the "fall short" variable from appearing.

Although Cui Chen was depressed, he had to obey Sima Shang's orders.When he found out that Luo Kai and Luo Kai were lost at the periphery, he couldn't help but say that he didn't pay attention to it. In his opinion: with his cultivation level of martial artist, he should first take down the one who in his opinion has cultivated to the ninth rank of martial artist Ghost Cultivator, another mid-level martial artist can't pose a threat to him at all.It's a pity that he still miscalculated after all.

"Escape! Since the life-severing knife is a ghost tool, there must be a distance limit. I must escape immediately!"

When this idea came together, Cui Chen immediately took out two "Death Transformation Talismans" from his luggage and patted them on his lap. I don't care about time.

Cui Chen's figure was extremely fast, he took twenty steps in the blink of an eye, and jumped into the giant stone statue and the forest beside the road. Obviously, even if he escaped for his life, he was extremely afraid of Han Yuan's short crossbow.

Seeing Cui Chen's figure finally disappear in the white mist.

Xiao Er made fun of him on purpose: "It's rare that the aggressive little guest officer doesn't chase after him!"

"It's too risky for me to chase down a martial artist who hasn't lost combat power yet, I can't chase it!"

Xiao Er replied angrily: "You are very smart. The death-transforming talisman is an undisclosed secret of the Temple of Yama in the ten directions. It is very precious. It is said that no matter how severe the trauma a warrior suffers, it can temporarily seal the wound for a while. But , the damage to the physical body after the incident was great, and it was difficult to recover. The so-called secret technique, the greater the effect, the greater the cost. Just now, the big tendon of the man's leg was cut off by my life-severing knife, and then encountered the backlash of the secret technique. The power will definitely be lost."

Han Yuan questioned: "I don't pay attention to whether he suffered from the backlash of the secret technique. I just wonder: Although the death talisman is magical, I don't think fatal wounds can be sealed. Otherwise, the killing we have worked so hard to kill What's the use of the skill? Xiao Er, why didn't you take advantage of your ghost knife just now and take the fatal part?"

Xiaoer said: "Xiaoer's life-severing knife is good, but there must be a price every time it is used, and there are various restrictions. After all, the man just now has a level of cultivation higher than mine, and his physical body of the martial artist has entered the extreme. And Xiaoer's soul power is not enough to harvest his life, the price is too high, unless I really disregard my own life and die with him."

Han Yuan thought for a while, then asked again: "Soul power? How much is the soul power of a martial artist?"

"Little guest officer has a lot of questions. Well, the so-called soul power, according to the master's statement: the threshold value of soul power for a martial artist is 27. As for how to distinguish and judge, Xiaoer doesn't know, and can't explain why. Xiaoer Er only knows that Xiao Er's soul power has only been cultivated to the number nineteen, how can he counterattack and attack him?"

Han Yuan pondered in his heart, closed his eyes and replayed the confrontation with the man just now, and said again: "Since the man escaped and your whereabouts revealed the opponent, what should we do next?"

Xiao Er immediately smiled and said, "I'm not going anywhere now, there must be some extremely important things that haven't been done yet."

Seeing that Han Yuan was full of doubts, Xiao Er didn't answer, he just walked quickly to the corpses of Luo Kai and another person who had fought with Han Yuan earlier, bent down to grope for the corpses of the two, and then packed their bags He picked it up in his hand and said with a smile:
"A horse has no night grass and is not fat. One of the joys of a warrior's practice is to kill the enemy and pick the treasures from his luggage!" When he said that, Xiao Er threw a luggage to Han Yuan: "You count this!"

Han Yuan grasped the man's luggage in his hand somewhat numbly.Usually warriors have to enter the fighting state at any time, so the luggage they carry with them is generally small, and their weapons are placed in special pouches.

At this moment, Xiao Er is fully immersed in the fun of counting treasures. First, he carefully takes out a dark red rope stained with blood from an animal skin bag, then puts it back quietly, and then smiles again from the rope. A few ingots of broken silver and several banknotes were shaken out of the other hand-sized bag, and he counted them carefully: "I'm rich, three soups of money!"

Seeing Han Yuan standing there in a daze, Xiao Er hurriedly beckoned and said, "Little guest officer, why don't you count the treasures, come here quickly, open the bag and have a look, it's bulging, it looks like there are some treasures in it?"

However, to Xiao Er's disappointment, this bag only contained some scraps of silver and a few pieces of rubbing paper.The rubbing ink on the paper was very new, so Xiao Er picked up a piece at random, flipped through it, and found that there were some ancient characters and images on it, Xiao Er murmured:

"It's probably a rubbing from a statue or some other utensil here, and it's stacked like a treasure. The rest of the money is less than a soup, this guy is really poor!" When he said that, Xiaoer pointed at the A few pieces of rubbing paper, and asked: "Little guest officer, Xiao Er can't understand these rubbings, can you understand them? Do you want them?"

Han Yuan shook his head quickly, and Xiao Er immediately smiled and said, "Okay, hand this over to Master, and it's considered an errand. Next, you and I will share the spoils!" When he said that, Xiao Er pointed to the leather bag containing the dark red rope and said: "Although the quality of this ghost tool that seals the hanged ghost is generally only up to the fourth grade, it is useless to the little guest officer, so it belongs to me." After finishing speaking, he gathered together the broken silver and bank notes, and said to Han Yuan: "nearly 1000 yuan Two silvers, barely enough for four soups, this belongs to you, little guest officer, do you think this kind of division is good?"

Han Yuan murmured: "I still have silver in my pocket, too much silver is not good! My pocket is too small to fit, and it will be a burden when fighting, and I don't need any money."

Xiao Er looked at Han Yuan strangely, as if seeing a monster. "Is it bad to have too much money? Haha, this is really the first time I've heard of it, little guest officer, do you know what is the fun of our cultivation? What are the troubles?"

Han Yuan pondered for a while, and replied: "The fun of cultivation is advancement. And the speed of advancement is sometimes very slow, which annoys me!"

Xiaoer nodded and said: "That's right! For warriors, the greatest joy of cultivation is nothing but advancement. But for the advancement of the physical body, at our stage, the assistance of medicinal bath soup is very necessary, even if everyone cultivates The number of methods is different, but according to Xiaoer’s estimation: in the warrior realm, especially above the third level, the cost of all kinds of rare medicinal materials needed for each soup should not be less than 250 taels of silver. Xiaoer is very poor, save food With frugality and the master’s subsidy, we only have to make medicinal soup once a month. Therefore, Xiao Er is very worried, because the monthly money is not enough!"

Han Yuan was startled and said, "Why is it not enough?"

Xiao Er retorted angrily: "How can it be enough? Let me ask the little guest officer how many catties of meat do you eat for a meal?"

Han Yuandao: "Ten catties of meat, oh! No, it's just right to eat fifteen catties of meat now!"

"Xiaoer is not as exaggerated as you eat, little guest officer. Two meals a day plus one morning, a total of 17 catties, or 50 catties of meat per month can meet the consumption. According to the current price of 15 Wen per catty, every catty Yue Xiaoer spends no less than [-] taels of silver to fill his stomach. In addition, Xiaoer has to raise three foodies at the same time, and the monthly cost is at least [-] taels of silver, which is only counted as food expenses Thinking about Huainan Road where my Yinzong is located, it is considered a wealthy place. The monthly salary of a seven-rank county magistrate and a small official in one place is only [-] taels of silver, and the monthly expenditure of a middle-level ordinary family is only [-]. A thousand Wen is two or three taels of silver. A junior is not talented, and he can earn a hundred taels of silver a month at best if he fights, kills, and picks up Zongli tasks. It seems rich, but it is actually only enough for food and clothing. Once every month, I go back to the medicine bath and soup, you think I can be troubled every month?"

Han Yuan felt dizzy when he heard Xiao Er counting accounts with his fingers, because he had little idea about money before, and he didn't realize it until now: "I think in Moxie Abode, I almost take medicine baths every day, then How much money will it cost!"

Seeing that Han Yuan was in a daze, Xiao Er repacked the money and put it into a purse, and stuffed it into Han Yuan's hand, waiting to put the fourth-grade ghost tool with the seal of the hanged ghost that he was concerned about into his own luggage. Looking at the saber left on the ground again, he thought to himself: "Luo Kai is an eighth-rank martial artist, his saber is worth a hundred taels of silver!" Thinking of this, he was reluctant to part with it, and threw the saber again. in the bag.

Han Yuan asked in amazement: "Xiao Er, you carry so many miscellaneous things, you don't think it's too heavy!"

Xiao Er immediately rolled his eyes and said: "How could it be so heavy? It's just an extra knife. The little guest officer is not in charge of the house, and he doesn't know that life is hard and the food is expensive!"

Han Yuan stared at Xiao Er's luggage carefully: "I always look a little weird about your luggage!"

"It's nothing to look at, it's just a foodie." When he said that, Xiaoer put his bag behind his back and said, "Little guest officer, don't look any more, you and I will go!"

"Where?"

"Go where you need to go!"

This time Xiaoer walked lightly in front, and Han Principle followed cautiously.

After walking for a long time, the fog cleared away, and I saw a hill as high as hundreds of feet abruptly blocking the way ahead. At the foot of the hill, there was an ancient temple-like building, and on it were built layer by layer according to the mountain. The pagoda goes straight to the top of the mountain, and Han Yuan counted, there are eleven floors in total.I saw this ancient temple, the mountain gate on the top of the verandah hall, made of black and white, and the black mountain gate was closed tightly.

When they were less than a hundred steps away from the mountain gate of the Juzu Hall, the two stopped and looked at each other with surprise in their eyes. The little girl nodded and said, "My ghost told me that the person from before escaped here, but it's very dark here." It's a bit weird, just to be on the safe side, we'll wait here for Master and the others to meet up!"

After Han Yuan said "OK", he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to sense his surroundings.

Xiao Er put down his luggage, took out the hatchet, wiped a drop of blood on his fingertips, flicked his finger, and the blood "squeaked" strangely, and turned into a phantom with a blood-colored outline, sinking into the void.

Xiao Er thought to himself: "I hope Master can arrive in time."

(End of this chapter)