Yunshan City.
Su Qin held a small jar of old rice wine in his left hand and a pack of dried fish in his right hand.
Naturally, we have to go to Lingzhi Hall.
The Soul Chasing Powder has been used up. If it doesn't come back, I will have to practice at a slow pace.
Since the first time he brought dried fish to Mr. Fang and was criticized for not bringing old yellow rice wine, he later brought a small jar of old yellow rice wine every time.
All the way to Lingzhi Hall, Su Qin didn't even go to his backing martial arts gym.
Because of his status as a herbal collector, Lu Tao felt a little embarrassed, and he didn't look good on him several times.
If it weren't for making money from him, Su Qin would have doubted whether he would be expelled from the school.
Before, he thought that after refining the bones, he would come back and ask for the bone refining skills of Guoshanquan, so Su Qin was willing to spend money to buy one or two servings of snow ginseng ointment for acting.
Now that the technique is available, Su Qin doesn't even want to act.
Entering the Lingzhi Hall, the medicine boy's apprentice also recognized him and shouted directly to the backyard:
"Master...the one who wants to kill you is here."
Su Qin's mouth twitched, and he stepped into the inner courtyard without arguing with him.
Now that winter has just passed, everything is opening towards the sun. Mr. Fang is lying on his padded lounge chair, smoking a pot cigarette and letting the sun shine, so comfortable.
Seeing Su Qin coming over, a smile suddenly broke out on his face, "I told you that I quit drinking, why should I bring any wine with me?"
As he said this, his hands were not slow at all. He took everything directly from Su Qin's hand, put it on the table aside, and started eating and drinking by himself.
Su Qin also knew his virtues, so he was not polite, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured himself a cup of tea, as if he was home.
After Fang Lao had eaten and drank enough, picked his teeth and burped, he slowly asked: "How many soul-chasing powders will be needed this time?"
As for why Su Qin bought so many soul-chasing powders, Mr. Fang was too tired to guess.
Because Su Qin has bought more than a thousand packs of Zhuihun Powder from him so far!
Even the thousand-year-old bastard would have been eaten to death long ago!
He can only go back to his original idea, reselling! This guy is just reselling!
"Still the same, three hundred bags."
Three hundred bags is about three months' supply. Su Qin still works overtime occasionally.
After all, sometimes when the weather is bad, he is too lazy to collect herbs, so he just practices more in the thatched hut.
Sometimes when he returns to Yunshan Town, he will take a boat to go fishing in the middle of the lake to cultivate his sentiments.
Life can't just be about practicing martial arts and collecting herbs, it also needs other things, otherwise it would be too hard.
As soon as he heard that there was money to be made, Mr. Fang became energetic and quickly took out the soul chasing powder from the warehouse.
"Three hundred bags, count them."
Mr. Fang threw the baggage on the table.
"No need to count, how can I not believe you, Mr. Fang?"
Su Qin took out the banknotes and silver ingots he had prepared from his arms, a total of sixty taels.
This little money is still easy for Su Qin, who no longer has to hand over his income.
Especially since I no longer need to buy snow ginseng cream, I can save a lot of money.
However, Su Qin came here this time to do other things besides buying Zhuihun Powder.
"Mr. Fang, are you collecting herbs? Rare herbs."
Su Qin was unwilling to sell it to Feiyu Gang at a low price before, so he saved a lot of rare herbs.
But I don’t understand pharmacology, and I don’t have a prescription, so I can only leave it alone.
Now that Feiyu has allowed him to freely trade the herbs he picked, of course he will sell them!
And the first thing Su Qin thought of was Mr. Fang! Because we are familiar with each other, we can avoid many twists and turns.
Instead, Mr. Fang looked at him warily, "You kid, aren't you trying to secretly sell the rare herbs obtained from Yunshan?"
Mr. Fang seemed to know the danger involved, and advised: "You should sell it to the Feiyu Gang honestly, otherwise you will be discovered by then, and I will be fine... Your kid will be beheaded! This is the martial arts school that supports this matter. I can’t even protect you!”
"You don't need to talk about this anymore, I won't accept it."
Mr. Fang was resolute and would not accept anything he said.
Hearing this, Su Qin felt a little moved.
"Mr. Fang, you don't need to worry. I'm certainly aware of the dangers involved. That's it..."
So Su Qin informed Mr. Fang about Zhu Qiang's trip to Yunshan Town.
After hearing this, Mr. Fang suddenly realized, and he pointed at Su Qin and said, "I told you that I won't misjudge you. Your kid has always cherished his life. How could he do such a dangerous thing? It turns out that this is the connection."
Then he joked: "What on earth did you do to make Zhu Qiang do this to you?"
Su Qin didn't like making Zhu Qiang's affairs known to the whole city, so he was vague.
"He just helped me with a few small favors. Maybe he is the kind of person who repays kindness with springs."
"Zhu Qiang is a great person now... I heard that he had already refined his bones not long ago. I have calculated that it only takes a year from skin refining to bone refining!"
Mr. Fang had a high-spirited look on his face, as if that person was himself, "Even Zhao Yunlong, the Qilin son of the Zhao family, the fourth son, took various medicines every day to successfully refine bones... This Zhao Yunlong,... He is known as the younger generation of the Zhao family, the one who is most likely to achieve innate achievements!"
"Zhu Qiang...what a pity, what a pity!"
Su Qin knew what Mr. Fang regretted. Although Zhu Qiang was very talented, he did not have any innate secrets. Even if his backing martial arts school was willing to teach him follow-up techniques in the future, he would only be able to achieve a mastery in refining the internal organs at most!
Even if you can find the innate skills by then, I'm afraid it won't be enough.
What a pity for such a genius!
Maybe that is not Zhu Qiang's future destiny, but it also makes Su Qin feel the sadness of a hero in his twilight years.
'Fortunately, I have unlimited time. I can wait until I have completed the Zang refining process and slowly seek out the innate skills. There is no rush at all. '
After sighing, Mr. Fang asked: "How much are your medicinal materials worth?"
"Probably... around four hundred taels, right?"
Su Qin frowned and gave a guessed amount. After all, some things were so old that he couldn't even remember how much he had saved.
"Four hundred taels?!"
Fang Lao, who was holding a tea cup and drinking old rice wine, spit out the wine in one gulp and stared at Su Qin.
This four hundred amount plus the money to buy Zhuihun Powder is already more than six hundred taels!
Su Qin has been collecting herbs for less than a year! The average monthly income is more than fifty taels!
It's almost as much as the income of a martial artist who works for people.
"I met a few herb collectors on the mountain...so I helped out."
Su Qin also knew that this amount was a bit shocking, so to avoid Mr. Fang's suspicion, he lied calmly.
As expected, Mr. Fang had an expression on his face that I knew well, "Okay, when you come next time, bring all the medicinal materials... I will buy them at the price paid by the drug dealer, and you will not suffer any loss."
Su Qin readily agreed to this plan.
Afterwards, he had another conversation with Mr. Fang, and then he left the Lingzhi Hall carrying a bag of Zhuihun Powder.
Glancing at the backing martial arts gym next to him, Su Qin felt no emotion in his heart and turned around to leave.
I may never enter this martial arts gym again.
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