my universal tinder

Chapter 321 The Woodcutter ([-]-character chapter)

Doomsday ruins!

It is rumored that before the Doomsday Fortress ruled the Wasteland, there was only one superpower in the Wasteland. Later, a great war swept the Wasteland, and the place became completely barren. The old forces disappeared, and the Doomsday Fortress took advantage of the momentum to rise.

As for this wasteland, it has been developed into the largest trading center in the wasteland.

In the distance, a black city piled up like countless metals appeared in sight, chaotic and ancient.

"Before the rise of the doomsday fortress, this place was the center of the wasteland, the real master of this world." Su Qinghe whispered.

Personnel are metabolized, and exchanges have become ancient and modern. Even Qin Huang said that there is no eternal power in this world, and there is no invincible inheritance.

As strong as the Hall of Light, he bowed his head in front of Lin Luotian all those years ago, eclipsing that immortal glory.

"The Doomsday Fortress is also interesting, developing it so prosperously."

Around, a train of horses galloped towards the ruined city in the distance, and a large number of convoys and horse teams came in an endless stream.

Obviously, the prosperity of the doomsday ruins is even higher than that of the 49 cities outside, and even comparable to the Eight Great Kings.

This is like the establishment of a new dynasty, the old dynasty has been abolished, but the former capital is still the center of the world, with great luck and popularity, attracting the attention of the world.

It's unreasonable to be so realistic.

"The doomsday fortress is too imposing, and thinks it can suppress all situations." Su Qinghe said lightly.

The entire wasteland knows that the rise of the doomsday fortress is extremely mysterious, ignorant, and has quietly replaced the former behemoth. It has stood in the wasteland for so many years, and no one has ever dared to shake its position.

In fact, the position of the Doomsday Bastion in the wasteland is a bit abnormal. It hardly interferes with any party, and does not participate in any incidents.

The doomsday fortress is like an invisible big hand, it exists clearly, but people can't feel it, and sometimes it even automatically ignores it.

"Do you know who the owner of the Doomsday Fortress is?" Wang Qiong asked casually.

Su Qinghe shook his head.

Don't say she doesn't know, even her master, the Night King, and even those high-level forces, I'm afraid no one knows the true identity of the owner of the Doomsday Fortress.

This behemoth is like a monster hidden in the mist, and what it reveals to the world is nothing but scales and claws.

"Finally, I can come out and get some air."

At this moment, Yang Qi got out of the car, and the glare of the sun made it difficult for his sleepy eyes to adapt.

"You are so kind to your subordinates that you even took him with you." Su Qinghe glanced at him and said indifferently.

In his eyes, Yang Qi has just stepped into the Yuanyuan Realm, and his strength is negligible.

Not to mention in Yewangzhou, even in the current No. 73 butcher shop, there are a lot of small characters like this.

This time I came to the ruins of the doomsday to purchase treasures, Wang Qiong didn't bring anyone with him, but only Yang Qi, which made Su Qinghe feel a little weird.

Hearing this, Yang Qi frowned slightly, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, but he didn't speak.

In front of Wang Qiong, he was extremely honest.

Besides, Su Qinghe's strength is much stronger than him, and the opponent can pinch him to death with one finger, so it's normal to look down on him.

After all, strength is the foundation of everything, and it is also the innate condition for others to respect you.

This principle is applicable everywhere, let alone in the wasteland, the outside world is the same.

For the thoughts of the two, Wang Qiong knew very well.

For a woman like Su Qinghe, she has never seen any kind of man. She is extremely outstanding and has a very high spirit. There are not many men who can make her discern.

Wang Qiong barely counted as one, and as for Yang Qi, it wasn't worth her looking at him at all.

But Wang Qiong knew that Yang Qi had a terrifying potential, which was not inferior to Ye Mo and Ming Haoran.

This kid just lacks resources and training.

Wang Qiong believed that one day, his name would resound in the wasteland, and even the world, shaking all parties.

Therefore, Wang Qiong attached great importance to Yang Qi, even surpassing the prison.

"I'm afraid you will die if I don't take you out for a breather." Wang Qiong said with a smile, regardless of their thoughts.

When Yang Qi heard this, his face trembled suddenly, as if bad memories had been brought up.

These days, he was trained badly by the donkey master.

Every day is like walking through hell, the feeling that life is worse than death, and I want to give myself a happy feeling at any time is really tormenting.

However, the effect of this kind of training is also immediate.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to break through from the Fire Seed Realm to the Yuan Yuan Realm in such a short period of time.

Originally, Lord Donkey had to take advantage of the victory to pursue and increase his intensity.

Wang Qiong was afraid that Yang Qi would die if he was not careful, so he secretly brought him out to relax.

"Boss, how long will we be out this time?" Yang Qi asked with concern.

"Go back after shopping." Wang Qiong knew what he was thinking and said with a smile.

This time I came out mainly to buy mineral deposits. Once the purchase is complete, after returning, the spirit nest can be fully cultivated.

At that time, when the magic circle is completed, Wang Qiong will be able to leave the wasteland. Naturally, he is eager to return and does not want to stay.

"Boss, I heard that the ruins of the doomsday are extremely prosperous. If we stay for two days, maybe we can find some amazing treasures." Yang Qi bewitched.

There are many treasures in the ruins of the doomsday, true and false, false and true.

For outsiders, this is not only a gold consumption cave, but also a gold panning place, where risks and opportunities coexist.

However, the water here is very deep, and most people dare not step in easily.

Even so, there are still many people who go forward every year, hoping to rely on their "unique" vision and luck to find treasures buried in dust from among the relics.

Regarding these rumors, along the way, Wang Qiong also heard a lot from Su Qinghe.

For example, the owner of the giant grotto among the 72 major forces achieved today's hegemony because he bought a stone tablet in the ruins of the doomsday and learned a long-lost divine form from it.

But like this good thing, there is no one in a million, and even if 1 people are fooled, not one person will be able to succeed in Taobao.

This is actually not any different from gambling. Nine out of ten bets lose, probably.

"Don't try to be lazy. When you go back this time, when you can beat the prison, you can come out again." Wang Qiong scolded with a smile.

"What? That guy is at the eighth level of Yuanyuan Realm!" Yang Qi widened his eyes, and let out a wailing sound that echoed in front of the doomsday ruins.

Wang Qiong laughed.

Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched, the smile on his face suddenly froze, his nose couldn't help moving, showing a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Su Qinghe asked with concern when he saw that his expression was different.

"Did you smell something special?"

Su Qinghe Qiong's nose moved slightly: "It seems to smell like tobacco..."

"This is the smell of the boss!?"

Wang Qiong's heart was shocked, and he showed a surprised expression.

In Sanyang Town, the boss is notoriously a heavy smoker, who can hardly leave his mouth.

In his own words, Ning missed three meals and did not lack a bag of cigarettes.

But the cigarettes that the boss smokes are very special and cannot be bought in the market at all.

At the beginning, when Wang Qiong went to the Guangming Academy in Chilong City, he once wandered around in Fangshi, wanting to buy some good tobacco for the boss.

But I didn't find the kind that the boss often smoked.

Later, Wang Qiong was not found in Luowang City.

"The boss is also in the wasteland?" Wang Qiong's eyes lit up and he became excited.

That is one of the Twelve Thrones. If the boss can really be found, does he still need to hide XZ?You can just lie down and go.

Thinking of this, Wang Qiong clenched his fists tightly, reined in the reins, and galloped away following the strong smell of smoke, driving the bone-and-scale horse under his crotch.

Su Qinghe was startled, then turned around and chased after him.

"You okay?" Su Qinghe looked at Wang Qiong with a strange expression.

Most of the genius masters are obsessed with the way of practice, but as long as they are human, they have desires.

Some people are greedy for money, some are lustful, some are bloodthirsty... It's all normal.

It's just that Su Qinghe didn't expect Wang Qiong's personal hobbies to be so weird, and he turned out to be an old smoker! ?

"There are also a lot of high-quality tobacco in the wasteland, and the elementary forces below will make a lot of offerings every year. I will give you some later." Su Qinghe said.

In the wasteland, things like tobacco are extremely rare.

After all, survival and practice come first.

"It's different." Wang Qiong shook his head and said.

There are tens of thousands of tobaccos in the world, but none is as special as the one smoked by the boss.

Even the Qinhuangting Research Institute has launched many new types of tobacco, which have become popular all over the world, among which the one code-named "Huazi" is the most popular.

At the beginning, Li Chunfeng even sent some to Wang Qiong.

But the taste of these tobaccos is quite different from the ones the boss smokes.

The taste is strong and spicy, like a barren land, rough and boundless, with a long aftertaste.

Just like "an old cow plowing the land", it is the satisfaction after exhaustion, and it is the ethereal spirit that is released physically and mentally.

Wang Qiong smoked second-hand smoke in the Black Blade Butcher Shop for three years, so he is too familiar with the smell.

A moment later, there was a small ruin on the periphery of the doomsday ruins.

There are broken walls and ruins everywhere here, and bronze-colored trees grow out of the huge stones. The trunks are thick, like beams and pillars, and the bark is like scales.

At this time, many people are cutting down these trees.

Wang Qiong tightened his reins and stopped in his tracks. The smell of smoke came from here.

"Huh? This kind of tree hasn't mutated?" Wang Qiong glanced at it and said in surprise.

The wasteland is full of mutation factors, and there are very few lives that cannot be infected.

"This kind of tree is called Daku Rongmu. It is constantly changing at the moment of life and death. It is considered dead and worthless." Su Qinghe glanced at it.

Big dead wood is very common in the wasteland, but this kind of tree has no fruit and is not edible, so it is almost worthless.

Many people chopped it up for firewood.

Those old, weak, sick and disabled, unable to hunt and kill monsters, just sell their strength here, chopping down big dead trees, in exchange for meager monster meat, just to survive.

Therefore, almost all those who log here are incompetent and weak casual cultivators.

"It's him!?"

At this moment, Wang Qiong's eyes fell on a middle-aged man.

He was dressed in burlap, with a pitch-black ax in his waist, the blade was curled, and there were mottled rust spots on it.

At this moment, he was sitting on a fallen big withered tree and smoking a cigarette.

The woodcutter took two puffs and exhaled yellow and white smoke rings, showing a satisfied expression.

This taste is exactly the same as the one smoked by the boss.

Wang Qiong jumped off the bone-scaled horse and walked over.

"Uncle, where did you get this tobacco?" Wang Qiong asked as he walked up to the middle-aged woodcutter.

The woodcutter raised his eyes, glanced at it lightly, pointed to the big dead wood beside him, and said calmly: "That's the thing. If you want it, you can exchange it for meat."

"This kind of wood!?" Wang Qiong was taken aback.

The cigarettes that the boss smokes are actually made of this kind of wood?

"Uncle, how do you sell this tobacco?" Wang Qiong asked.

The woodcutter paused for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked at Wang Qiong.

"30 catties of second-grade monster meat, and a tael of tobacco."

"What? Why don't you go grab it?"

Yang Qi almost didn't jump up.

30 catties of second-class monster meat can be exchanged for 3000 catties of first-class monster meat, a tael of tobacco?This is simply huge profits, more profitable than robbery.

"Whether you like to buy it or not... You can go all over the wasteland, and you can't find a second one."

The woodcutter looked away, looking tired and lazy.

"Let's go, this kind of tobacco is not worth the price." Su Qinghe also said.

In the wasteland, there are many people like this. When they see someone with a background, they want to make a fortune. If they succeed, they won't have to worry about making a living for a long time.

This is also a gamble.

However, there are not many people who are taken advantage of like this.

"Uncle, even if you guard your life forever, I'm afraid you won't be able to find someone who can know the goods." Wang Qiong said flatly.

"Who said that?"

The woodcutter glanced at him, took a deep breath of the cigarette, exhaled the smoke ring, and said with a lonely expression.

"There used to be a man who often came to patronize me. He sold hundreds of catties of tobacco...that's what you call rich...it's a pity...he hasn't been here for a long time." The woodcutter shook his head and sighed.

He has also been famous before, and even spent money like water in the ruins of the doomsday, and was drunk with money.

It is because there is a man who often patronizes his tobacco and spends generously that he has accumulated a lot of wealth.

It's a pity that from a certain day on, that man never came again.

"boss!?"

Wang Qiong's first reaction was to think of the boss.

When Ma De was in Sanyang Town, he was squeezed like a cow or a horse, but he was generous outside.

The woodcutter was obviously spoiled by his boss and took everyone for a fool.

"Uncle, bring me ten catties of tobacco." Wang Qiong said suddenly.

"Boss..." Yang Qi was stunned, obviously he was slaughtering them like fat sheep.

"Young man, you have vision." The woodcutter grinned, showing his yellow teeth: "We can have a big meal today."

While talking, he took out a tattered animal skin and wrapped a pack full of tobacco.

Wang Qiong weighed it, and it was about ten catties, maybe he still owed some.

But he didn't bother to care about it, anyway, he bought it for the boss.

"Uncle, if that man comes to you to buy tobacco again, you tell him that someone is asking him for salary and let him show up."

Wang Qiong handed over a fire ring containing 300 catties of monster meat, then turned and left.

The woodcutter looked at Wang Qiong's back, and suddenly, the rotten ax on his waist trembled slightly and let out a low moan.

The woodcutter lowered his hand slowly, comforted him gently, and slowly looked away.

"The black blade's disciple, the demon craftsman's sword... Interesting..."

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