I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 212 Preparing the elixir
"Master Zhao, this is the admiral of the Black Armored Army, Lord Yuan."

Jin Wucheng, who was sitting in the front seat, introduced the man in front of Zhang Jun with a cold expression.

Zhang Jun looked at the other party and saw that the other party's crimson robe had a cyan python embroidered on it.

Python suit!

A general wearing a python is either a king or a prince.

Zhang Jun glanced at Jin Wucheng's face again, thinking of Jin Linwei's actions, and immediately understood how uncomfortable his boss felt at the moment.

A hundred years ago, the Golden Scale Guards carried golden swords and were given python robes. There were hundreds of thousands of Golden Scale Guards with countless masters.

Nowadays, a small black-armored army is riding on their heads. There are only ten thousand black armors, but if there are more than ten thousand, they can swallow up the country.

With this kind of strength, a hundred years ago, any director of the Golden Scale Guards could beat them to a pulp.

But unfortunately, the situation is stronger than the people.

Nowadays, the Black Armored Army controls the Yingtian Palace Forbidden Army, with nine gates and eight battalions. It is in charge of guarding, access control, night patrol, protecting armor, arrests, hearing cases, imprisoning prisoners and other powers. It is known as the Nine Gates Admiral.

The power is so great that for the current Golden Scale Guard, it is really...a big mountain.

Rao is the commander of the Golden Scale Guards in Jin Wucheng. In terms of official position, this admiral is one level higher than him and is a second-rank official.

"Greetings to Mr. Ape Marquis."

Zhang Jun stood up and gestured to the other party.

"Hahaha, you're welcome, you're welcome. Brother Zhao drew thunder from the sky with one sword, smashed the god's mansion, killed the evil god, attracted people's yearning, and brought clarity to the world. I have been friends with Brother Zhao for a long time. I just wish I could not see the true face. Now I have See, you are indeed a dragon and a phoenix among men, I admire you, I admire you, I will ask Brother Zhao to show your face to me in the future, and we will have a drink together at Zuixian Tower."

Master Yuan's voice was very loud, and everyone inside and outside the back hall changed their expressions when they heard it.

Especially Jin Wucheng, whose face was as dark as a pig's liver, and his palms were tightly clenching the armrests of the chair.

Even if you want to poach someone, poaching her in front of her is as disgusting as humiliating your wife in front of her.

Zhang Jun was surprised, this person actually had the potential to concentrate, half of his foot was already on the threshold.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir, but I've been busy with official duties recently and can't spare the time."

Zhang Jun's stiff reply finally made Jin Wucheng's face look much better.

Ape Marquis just smiled and nodded: "Yes, yes, official business is important."

"I heard you had trouble entering West Street today?"

Jin Wucheng looked at Zhang Jun and asked.

"Yes."

"What's going on? Can you tell me briefly?" Lord Yuanhou frowned and asked.

Zhang Jun simply told what happened, hiding the details that he used the [black light] to escape the disaster.

Let it take its course and report on Dai He who died in the line of duty this time.

When everyone heard such strange rules, including Huang Mao, the faces of the other contestants gradually became serious.

"Well, the closer winter comes, the more noisy West Street becomes. This year's weather is even colder, making life increasingly difficult."

Jin Wucheng sighed.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Lord Yuanhou, or rather at Huang Mao and the others behind Lord Yuanhou.

Lord Yuan made a bitter face and nodded: "I have set up checkpoints on the main roads outside the city to prevent refugees from entering Yingtian Mansion. I have also dispatched government officials to clean up the refugees on the streets. All death row prisoners have been postponed, and all the weak and sick in the cells have been escorted to Other state capitals.”

The corners of Zhang Jun's mouth twitched a few times.

If you can't solve the problem by co-authoring, then you can solve it with the people, right?

Jin Wucheng shook his head: "There will always be refugees entering the territory of Yingtian Mansion, and there will always be people who freeze to death because they cannot afford coal. What I mean is that if the princes want to participate in this grand ceremony, it is best to set up porridge sheds widely. , by suppressing charcoal prices, the fewer people die, the safer they are."

Lord Yuan nodded on the surface and said he would go back to discuss with the princes, but he didn't take it seriously at all.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, both parties picked up the teacups in tacit agreement.

After Mr. Yuanhou took the people away, Jin Wucheng drank tea and cursed: "What the hell is that bastard? Bahh."

Zhang Jun said nothing and looked at Jin Wucheng swearing in the street.

Only after Jin Wucheng had finished scolding him, did he say, "If you have nothing to do, sir, I will go and do some work for the time being."

Jin Wucheng nodded, but said meaningfully: "Don't be too serious. There are some things that we can't control. We are lucky to be able to save our lives."

"Yes."

Zhang Jun walked out of the back hall and stopped in a corner, leaning against the wall.

"Third Senior Brother is waiting for me here, isn't he just to establish a relationship with me?"

As the words fell, there was a head with yellow hair on the other side of the corner, smiling.

"Of course, after all, we are brothers from the same school. You can't even trust me, right?"

Zhang Jun rolled his eyes: "Tell me what's going on."

"What else could it be? You heard what happened just now. Several princes are going to participate in this year's grand ceremony. The Lord's intention is that whoever can complete this grand ceremony will be the crown prince."

When Huang Mao said this, Zhang Jun probably understood.

"So, King Rong hopes that you can put aside your past feud and stand on his side."

Huang Mao looked at Zhang Jun and said.

"Resolved the past feud?" Zhang Jun scratched his head: "Do I have anything to do with him? Why didn't I know?"

"you……"

"Besides, they are all princes. I, a mere fourth-grade official, cannot please them."

Huang Mao frowned when he heard this: "In that case, I won't say much, but don't forget, what are the winning conditions for our competition this time? King Rong has the highest winning rate. As long as the big sacrifice is completed, he will be the prince. , we have whatever we want, the population, resources, and taking them back are enough to completely lift the Wushengmen out of poverty and make a lot of money."

"Oh."

"Hey, where are you going?"

Seeing Zhang Jun turn around and leave without looking back, Huang Mao became anxious and hurriedly called to him.

"I have other official duties. If there is nothing else, you can go back early. As for this competition..."

Zhang Jun paused and looked back at Huang Mao: "So what if it's a failure."

After saying that, he left without looking back, leaving Huang Mao staring blankly at him. He stamped his feet for a moment and wanted to curse, but then he remembered something, looked up at the sky above his head, and twitched the corner of his mouth a few times, silently. He lowered his head and left without saying anything.Two more days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past two days, Zhang Jun began to fish, not only fishing by himself, but also with the entire team.

When people go to West Street, they usually walk around the outside for a while and then turn around and leave.

Zhang Jun did nothing every day, just led the team through the show, and then ate and drank. It was a very leisurely two days.

No, Zhang Jun led his team to drink duck blood soup early in the morning.

The duck blood and duck offal in everyone's bowl were all in tip-top portions, and the bright red oily spicy seeds were poured on top, and served with pancakes, which made everyone sweat all over.

On such a cold day, after eating the duck blood soup, I felt refreshed and warmed from my feet to my head.

"Go, go!"

After everyone had eaten and drank enough, they came out of the alley and saw a group of officers roughly escorting hundreds of people out of the city.

When the people on the roadside saw this, they couldn't bear to shake their heads in regret.

"What's going on here?"

Zhang Jun looked at Brother Han and asked.

"The House Secretary of the Ministry of Finance had his house ransacked. It is said that he was embezzling, accepting bribes, and forming cliques for personal gain. But my brother said that he had offended King Rong."

Brother Han's eldest brother is in the court, so the news is naturally first-hand information.

Yesterday, the Minister of Household Affairs submitted a memorial to King Rong and others for controlling the price of charcoal, which caused widespread resentment among the people. Many people could not afford coal at all and had to burn coal. As a result, dozens of people died of poisoning in one night just from burning coal. .

As a result, the next day, someone came up with evidence and accused the Minister of Household Affairs of embezzling and accepting bribes of 8000 taels of silver, building graves for his hometown, forming cliques for personal gain, and other charges.

When Brother Han said this, he couldn't help but cursed: "In this bullshit world, how could the dignified Minister of Household Affairs leave a clue for 8000 taels of silver?"

Everyone nodded after hearing this.

"Prince Rong is powerful, and the charcoal industry is too deep. On the surface, he is Prince Rong, but behind the scenes, his relatives, the inner palace, and even the Queen Mother are involved."

Qi Dongyang lowered his voice and said: "It is said that King Rong didn't make any profit at all, and all the profits were given to these people. So when someone sues King Rong, they are stirring up a huge hornet's nest."

Everyone was silent for a while.

In this charcoal business, what King Rong makes is not money, but a net. Whoever dares to touch King Rong will fall into this big net.

“What’s the price of charcoal now?”

"It's very expensive. Let alone the common people, even we can't afford it. Recently we have been burning horse dung."

Brother Han and the others didn't know what the price was, because they wouldn't consider buying charcoal at all, it was too luxurious.

Just burn some dried cow, sheep, and horse dung in the stove and make do with it.

"Actually, charcoal is not bad. The key is that the price of rice has also skyrocketed. Now a pound of rice costs [-] cents. Isn't this killing people?"

Someone spoke.

Zhang Jun has no idea that a pound of rice costs one hundred cents, but this bowl of duck blood soup only costs ten cents.

"Rice is expensive, and commodity prices have begun to soar. This winter has just begun. Whether we can survive in the future is a question."

Perhaps because the eldest brother is the censor, Brother Han is also worried about the world.

After Zhang Jun heard this information, he frowned and immediately said: "Let's go, you guys go back first, I'll go to the drug store to buy some things."

"Oh well."

Qi Dongyang nodded and slowly turned back with his troops.

Zhang Jun turned around and went to the drug store. After purchasing some medicine, he went straight to West Street.

When he walked into West Street, that extremely uncomfortable feeling enveloped his whole body again, and the scent of countless hatred entangled in the air began to penetrate his body pervasively.

Zhang Jun found a corner slightly inside, took out a black lamp and lit it.

Soon, the darkness completely hid Zhang Jun's figure.

Then he called out the Heaven-Destroying Furnace.

“It’s delicious, it’s delicious!!”

Sun Tianlu twisted his short legs towards Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun casually took out a piece of hot pot base and stuffed it into the guy's mouth.

After thinking about it for a while, he took out some things one by one, including the fourth-grade elixir [Boluo Dan] that was originally used as food rations for the fool [Shangtian Lu].

【Bolodan】Fourth grade elixir

It is said that a master of alchemy accidentally refined the elixir using the dregs of alchemy.

It melts in the mouth and has an excellent taste. After taking it, it can isolate your body's absorption of all medicinal properties.

Other than that it has no use.

It can be called a loser among the losers in the world of elixirs.

But if this elixir can be improved and some items can be added to prolong its effectiveness, it may become an elixir that is immune to poisonous insects, miasma, and severe poisons.

[Task: Improve Boluodan]

Mission Difficulty: Normal

Mission reward: four wishing stars.

Zhang Jun looked at these pills and made some calculations in his mind. There was a lot of hatred condensed in the air here.

The last time he met the bloody sedan, the hatred seemed to be burrowing into his body quickly and consciously. The stronger the hatred in his body, the easier it would be for him to be targeted.

If that's the case, maybe this pill can have a big effect.

If you want to avoid being entangled by hatred, you must use the hatred here as a medicine guide and combine it with several prescriptions for avoiding poisons and miasma in basic alchemy.

But to do this, you need to first determine whether you can refine these hatreds into basic medicinal materials...

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun used his spirit-tempering hand and grabbed the void. The air twisted and a black mist appeared on Zhang Jun's hand.

Zhang Jun threw it into the [Shangtian Furnace] and after a while, he saw the Shangtian Furnace starting to twist its body and yelling: "Bah, bah, bah, this thing tastes really disgusting!"

While he was talking, there was a clang in the alchemy hall, and a black pill rolled out. He picked it up and took a look, and his face suddenly showed joy: "It seems it can work!"

(End of this chapter)