Chapter 198 Poverty limits imagination

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Langzhong Li stole the lead, but the lead disappeared.

Duan Wenjun didn't know what happened.

In particular, Master Ma's violent temper directly killed Xiao Chunzi and Li Langzhong, which made it even harder to find the truth.

However, he understood that no matter how stupid Xiao Chunzi was, he would not be able to bring the lead back to the room.

Moreover, Langzhong Li had no reason to frame him.

In particular, it was impossible to fake the surprised look on Mr. Li's face when he finally discovered that the lead block was missing, and the manner in which he hugged Mr. Ma's thigh and begged for his life.

This means that when a mantis stalks a cicada, there is also a yellow bird behind.

This person is definitely helping himself.

Of course, he already has a candidate in mind, but at this moment, he will not say it in front of Taoist Wuji.

Yun Batian, who had already sneaked into Shan Fengshan, had not shown up for so many days, and he had not heard the news of her arrest.

Perhaps, she was secretly helping him.

"Do you think there are people from Mr. Chai on this mountain?" Seeing Duan Wenjun shaking his head, Taoist Wuji asked again.

Duan Wenjun still shook his head, "I really don't know the layout of Prince Rui's Mansion."

Suddenly, Duan Wenjun stopped, stared at Taoist Wuji and spoke again, "Taoist Master, there is one thing I haven't figured out yet. I hope you can teach me."

Taoist Wuji stopped and said, "Eldest brother and second brother didn't hide anything from you. We really only have these people on Shanfeng Mountain."

Duan Wenjun was stunned when he heard this. Taoist Wuji answered exactly what he wanted to ask.

He didn't expect that Taoist Wuji already knew what he was thinking before he expressed his confusion.

"But, when we were at the foot of the mountain, I heard the Second Young Master say that there are five to six thousand people on Shanfeng Mountain!" Duan Wenjun's face changed slightly, "But what we saw today is that there are no more than five hundred people at most."

Shan Fengshan claimed to have five or six thousand gold bandits, but in fact it was less than one-tenth, which really surprised Duan Wenjun.

"This is the secret of Shan Fengshan, and it is also the reason why we can't let the people know our details." Taoist Wuji sighed and said, "So we have been keeping the news sealed. Even the brothers in the village thought that There are still thousands of people working in the back mountain mine!"

"Why is this happening?" Duan Wenjun looked confused.

"Master Duan, please click some of these gold sands and see which part we refine first." Taoist Wuji changed the topic.

Duan Wenjun knew that he was unwilling to continue the topic just now.

So, he didn't force it, and then started picking out the gold sand.

After he had just expressed his loyalty to Mr. Ma, he said that since he was part of the village, he naturally had to consider it.

His alchemy and exquisite methods.

His ability alone is limited, and he hopes to get his brothers in the village to help.

In this way, he can also be at ease, he doesn't have to work so hard, and his alchemy speed will be faster.

The art of alchemy, this is the unique secret art of the alchemy sect.

Duan Wenjun actually didn't hide his secrets. He wanted to let the brothers on Shan Fengshan alchemy together. How could Mr. Ma have any reason not to agree?

As a result, a lot of preparation work was carried out, and Duan Wenjun had the opportunity to come to this warehouse accompanied by Taoist Wuji.

Euphemistically called choosing the quality of gold sand...

Inside the warehouse, there are many small cloth bags densely packed.

What was inside was bags of gold sand.

That day, when Duan Wenjun saw the two bags of gold sand that Huo Xingwen snatched from the gold bandit, he felt that his horizons had been opened.

At this moment, when he saw the gold sand in Shan Fengshan's warehouse, he realized that poverty really limited his imagination.

But he didn't understand what happened to the gold bandits in Shan Fengshan. Such a wealthy mine allowed them to live such a miserable life.

He walked around the bag and stopped to look at it from time to time. Only then did he realize that they had actually divided the gold sand into several grades.

This proves that they have already carried out the most rudimentary processing.

The gold sand with the highest gold content and the brightest color is placed on the left.

Gold sand with low gold content, the darkest and most yellow color, is placed on the right.

"Taoist Priest, let's ask someone to take these thirty bags out first!" Duan Wenjun pointed to the best-quality gold sand on the far left.

"Ah? Thirty bags?" Taoist Wuji was stunned when he heard this. "Are we going to use so many at once?"

"Actually, the most time-consuming part of alchemy is the purification of the prerequisite gold sand. If you move more, you can find more people to do it." Duan Wenjun didn't care.

"Master Duan, do you really want to make alchemy for the cottage?" Taoist Wuji was stunned when he heard this, "But early tomorrow morning..."

"Taoist Master, don't worry! It's all within my plan." Duan Wenjun interrupted him directly.

The entire Shan Feng Mountain became busy.

Except for the minions guarding the mountain gate and the people working in the back mountain mine, almost everyone was mobilized.

The scene of nearly a hundred people grinding and washing, washing and washing was very spectacular.

Seeing Duan Wenjun constantly patrolling the scene and stopping from time to time to teach them how to adjust their postures, Mr. Ma couldn't help but have a faint smile on his face. "Second brother, what do you think of this boy named Duan?"

"It looks pretty good!" Yun Zhongdiao nodded, "It's just that the previous batch of lead blocks were lost very strangely. If I didn't find them, I would never feel at ease."

"Second brother, are you still doubting that this boy named Duan stole it?" Mr. Ma frowned and sighed again, "Oh, it's all my fault that I was too impulsive at the time. If I hadn't been so angry If I kill Xiao Chunzi and Li Langzhong, I won't be able to find any clues."

"That's not true. Regarding the matter of stealing the lead block, the boy named Duan and the girl next to him had no time to commit the crime, so it must not be them." Yun Zhongdiao shook his head, "I'm just worried that there are people from Kyoto on the mountain. Work carefully. If the situation on the mountain is known to those in Kyoto, our brothers..."

"Second brother, don't worry too much." Third Master Ma also sighed slightly, "Since this guy named Duan knows the art of alchemy, when all our gold sand turns into gold, he won't have to suffer the pain anymore." I’m too lazy to help people. Let’s find a place where we can stay anonymous and be happy.”

Yun Zhongdiao did not respond, but looked at the alchemy site not far away, his eyes full of worry.

Mr. Ma is right. If Duan Wenjun can really turn golden sand into gold, their good days may be coming soon.

But for some reason, Yunzhongdian suddenly felt more uneasy in his heart.