Martial Cultivator Chapter 18: Dwarf tree stump
"Three coins of serpentine and nine coins..."
"One penny of ground muscle is thirty yuan..."
"Thirty years and two taels of silver..."
"..."
In the medicine shop, the shopkeeper fiddled with the abacus according to the prescription given by Wang An, and finally said: "Sir, if you buy all the medicinal materials in this prescription, it will cost nine taels and twenty-eight yuan.
Do you want to buy it now or..."
Wang An took the prescription from the shopkeeper and shook his head: "I'll come back to buy it in a few days."
"Okay!" The shopkeeper showed no emotion on his face and nodded with a smile, "The guest can come anytime!"
"Yes." Wang An responded, turned around and walked out of the pharmacy.
Take a long breath.
The texture has been condensed, and it’s time for Wang An to proceed to the next step of ‘tempering the skin membrane’.
To temper the skin membrane, you need the ‘Heaven Essence and Earth Benefit Refining Body Patch’.
The prescription he showed to the shopkeeper was part of the medicinal materials needed to make Tianjing Di Yi Lian Shen Tie, accounting for about one-third of all medicinal materials.
However, only this one-third cost nearly ten taels of silver.
The price difference between Tianjing Di Yilian Body Patch and Sanyuan Health Soup is dozens of times!
Originally, Wang An confiscated the money from the horse thief Niu Sheng. Adding the more than 29 taels in his own hand, his personal assets have reached more than 64 taels.
But when he left his uncle's house, he put ten taels in his uncle's house.
It cost another fifty-one taels to practice the Thirteenth Shou of Thunder - the fifty-two taels was a thank you gift for the Thirteenth Shou of Thunder, and the one tael was the money to buy the 'Fist Intention Sutra'.
Zhou Heyue didn't want him to pay for the book because he wanted to owe him a favor to Zhensanshan Martial Arts School. However, money is easy to repay but favors are hard to repay. Wang An would never dig this hole for himself and insisted on staying when he left. One tael of silver.
One tael of silver is enough to buy a common martial arts reference book.
Anyway, after all this spending, Wang An now only has a little over three taels of silver left.
This little money is far from enough to buy a whole set of medicinal materials for Tianjing Diyi Lian Shen Tie.
"I can only practice the Thirteen Thunder Hands to perfection first, and then I can find a way to raise money." He sighed and strode away from the place.
Zhou Heyue and Wang An agreed to teach Tanglei Thirteen Moves one move at a time.
After mastering one move, Wang An can teach him the next move.
At that time, in order for Wang An to have a complete concept of the Thunder Thirteen Hands, Zhou Heyue rehearsed the entire set of boxing techniques for him three times.
——Wang An now has a photographic memory and is extremely talented in martial arts.
He practiced the boxing technique three times, but it was enough for Wang An to learn this boxing technique. Why did he need to wait for his slow professor?
It can be said that from now on, Wang An can go to Zhensanshan Martial Arts Hall or not.
The boxing technique is already in his mind.
……
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the alley in front of his house, Wang An smelled the aroma of meat buns being cooked.
My stomach growled.
He had just returned from his uncle's house after breakfast. However, he was aroused by the aroma and had some appetite again.
It was eight or nine o'clock at this time, and the breakfast stall at the entrance of the alley was still closed.
Wang An rubbed his stomach, turned the corner of the alley, and was going to eat something at a stall.
In the distance, I saw a person who looked like a short tree stump, circling around the stall owner's pretty daughter, and stretched out his arms to block the woman's way.
The stall owner and his wife were serving porridge and rice to people when they were blocked by several burly customers. They couldn't get away for a while.
"Little lady, let's go have some fun with my brother!"
"Brother will take you to Wangjiang Tower and ask you to play the flute... Hahaha!"
Filthy words spewed out from the mouth of the short tree stump. Not only was he short, but he was also extremely ugly in appearance, especially the large mole near his temple, which made people even more disgusted by the sight of him.
The stall owner's daughter was blocked, unable to move forward or retreat for a moment, her almond-shaped eyes were red and her face was full of panic, which made people feel unbearable to see her.
After the stall owner’s daughter came to help, Ali, the porter who often came to have breakfast, saw this and could no longer hold back his anger. He slammed the table and stood up: "In broad daylight, molesting a civilian girl, is there anything else?" King's method?!"
"Hey! Looking at this posture, do you want a hero to save the beauty?
Huh? "At the table next to the porter, a big-bellied man stood up suddenly with a sneer and stepped towards the porter.
Seeing this posture, the porter's face turned pale and he shrank back in his seat, not daring to make eye contact with the big-bellied man.
Seeing this, other guests who wanted to help lowered their heads and acted as if nothing had happened.
Dwarf Tree Stump seemed not to have seen all this. He stared at the stall owner's daughter who was retreating continuously. His eyes were green and he reached out to hold her waist: "I have been traveling all over the country for so many years, but I have never seen such a beautiful girl." Goods! Hiss——"
He took a deep breath.
Wang An looked at the three strong black men blocking the way of the stall owner and his wife, the pot-bellied man with one foot on the porter's table, and the short tree stump, and suddenly understood.
These people are in the same group.
Stump is their leader.
He has a fierce look on his face, and he is not a kind person.
It doesn’t look like a local snake around Caiyuanzi Street.
Wang An raised his eyebrows, reached out and took off an iron plate from his waist, and threw it away!
Whoosh!
It was just an iron plate less than the size of a palm. It penetrated the air and made a loud roar!
The short tree stump was about to wrap its arms around the waist of the stall owner's daughter when he suddenly heard the explosion and immediately wanted to withdraw his hand. Unfortunately, he was a little late and was still hit by the iron plate on the back of his hand.
Bah!
The back of his hand turned brassy. He turned over and grabbed the iron plate. He saw the writing on it and read it out: "Nanping Prefecture Yamen... arrest the police?"
The expression on the short tree trunk changed suddenly. He winked at the pot-bellied man, dropped his badge, turned around and tried to run away!
"What are you running for?"
From behind, a loud shout came from Zhaoshuyuan www.zhaoshuyuaｎ.com.
Following that, Wang An's figure was like a thunderbolt blasting into the field. With a shoulder thrust, he directly knocked away the big-bellied man who was coming towards him, and reached out to grab the shoulder of the short tree stump in front of him!
Several **** men reacted, took out bright daggers from their waists, sleeves, etc., and raised their blades to attack Wang An!
Taking this opportunity, the short tree stump ran three to five steps away.
Whoosh!
Minghuang stabbed Wang An in the face with a knife, but he narrowly dodged it. His muscles all over his body were instantly strengthened, and his left arm was like a python, twisting the neck of a dark man who was approaching, strangling him unconscious, and holding his neck hard. A flick——
Phew!
The other people couldn't escape and were swept away!
Wang An once again looked at the short tree stump dozens of steps away, and saw that it turned to look at him hatefully, grinned, and contracted the muscles in his legs at the same time, like thunder, suddenly approaching five steps behind the short tree stump. !
He then kicked off his feet, jumped up as if stepping on a spring, and fired a rock-breaking spear into the head of the short tree mound!
Hearing the strong wind behind him, the short tree stump hurriedly turned around, and suddenly saw the blue sky turning into an abyss, and a big gun piercing straight out of the abyss, which was terrifying!
"Ah!"
The short tree stump screamed and hurriedly raised his arms to shield himself in front of him.
The color of brass suddenly appeared on his hands, mixing with his own skin color!
Copper skin skill!
Sure enough!
Wang An felt reassured when he saw the hands on the short tree stump.
The punch did not stop at all, and it hit hard!
Boom!
The short stump hit his head with both arms, staggered back, and sat down on the ground.
As soon as he raised his head, Wang An already held a dagger and put it between his eyebrows.