Chapter 164： Scholar Cheng Jin, a gift from the fragments! [1/4, please subscribe

Chapter 164 Scholar Cheng Jin, a gift from a fragment of a scroll! 【14, please subscribe】

"Really? Really one hundred thousand taels?"

Facing thick banknotes!

The middle-aged stall owner was a little dazed, and finally took out a piece of animal skin in confusion!

There are also densely packed small words on it, and it seems that it is indeed a wine-making recipe that has been passed down for a long time.

"Happy Trading!"

Wei Han smiled in satisfaction, and was just about to take the recipe.

"Wait!" The middle-aged stall owner suddenly regretted withdrawing the formula, gritted his teeth and said, "I just said 100,000 taels of gold, isn't your amount correct?"

"100,000 taels of gold ticket? Lao Li, are you crazy? Hahaha!"

"My mother, you're still ruthless, you can't earn 10,000 taels of gold tickets after selling drinks for a lifetime!"

"Old Li, you really dare to speak, just accept it when you see it!"

The surrounding vendors couldn't help but joke.

The middle-aged street vendor blushed and shouted: "Go, go, this is a family heirloom of my old Li's family. It will be passed down to future generations. It's a fart to collect a hundred thousand taels of gold ticket. Buy it or not. Who knows if he will steal business from me after he buys it?"

This reason left everyone speechless.

Hearing this, Wei Han directly withdrew the bank note, and said indifferently: "Forget it, how much you want to sell is up to you, but I don't want to be slaughtered like a fat sheep, and the transaction is void!"

"Hey, hey, goodbye, guest officer!" The middle-aged vendor said in embarrassment: "Forget it, forget it, it's cheap for you, take the one hundred thousand taels of silver ticket away!"

"hehe!"

Wei Han didn't even bother to pay any attention, so he just turned around and left!

He wanted to buy the formula but just studied it casually.

Can mincemeat wine be compared with Qiongjiangyuye wine?

Obviously not possible, the other party covered him up like a treasure, did he really cheat him?

He is just not short of money, not really stupid!

"Hey, hey, don't go, guest officer, how about 80,000 taels? 60,000 taels are also fine!" The middle-aged vendor immediately became anxious.

People around who saw this scene burst into laughter!

"Old Li, you stupid bastard, has the God of Wealth run away now? If you want to cheat others, you don't even pee and look in the mirror!"

"Hahaha, maybe this old guy is drunk?"

"Dog, the cost of his mince wine is so high, he can't make much money all year round, and he is not happy to buy the formula, hahaha!"

Facing the ridicule of everyone!

The middle-aged street vendor blushed, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Wei Han left without looking back, and finally stopped in front of another booth, which was the largest cheat book booth in the black market!

To be precise, it is not considered a stall, it should be considered a shop!

The bookstore should be open here all year round, and the shopkeeper is a gentle scholar, who looks frail, but is actually full of blood and blood inside, which is terrifying.

Wei Han stepped forward to take a look, there are quite a lot of cheats here.

The scholar neither solicited business nor paid attention to people, and did not stop Wei Han from reading a book at all, just quietly looking at the book in his hand.

"Shopkeeper, are there marrow-washing and orifice-opening exercises for sale here?" Wei Han asked.

The scholar raised his head, gave him a strange look, and then said slowly: "Isn't the guest officer here to play around? How can it be so easy to buy these in the market?"

"I don't expect to buy the whole book!" Wei Han pretended to sigh and said, "It's good to find some residual exercises."

The doubt in the scholar's eyes quickly disappeared.

Looking at Wei Han's gaze, there was a tinge of sympathy.

Obviously, he was regarded as a poor fellow who had no inheritance from his teacher and could only look around for broken exercises.

"Yes, wait!"

The scholar searched through boxes and cabinets for a while, and finally took out a big box.

It is full of all kinds of yellowed books, and all of them are broken exercises.

"I was born in a small family. When I was young, I was a talented genius! I practiced martial arts at the age of three, practiced strength at the age of eight, and refined blood at the age of twelve. I can be called the first genius in the family for a century!"

"Unfortunately, the family has no further cultivation methods. Even if I manage to find an ordinary bone-forging-level exercise, it is still difficult to practice! Unwilling, I spent several years collecting fragments in an attempt to create my own exercise. , Unfortunately, it failed in the end.”

"In desperation, I can only join the gang to practice. Although I have obtained the superior cultivation method, I am also subject to others in this life. Now my dear friend has a similar experience with me. Give these books to you!"

The scholar is full of vicissitudes of life with emotion.

Finally, he generously handed the box to him.

"this?"

Wei Han looked a little confused.

In this black market where everyone is mercenary, is there such a good thing?

Although it is a residual skill, it is also a rare treasure for some people.

Looking carefully, there are sixty or seventy marrow-washing-level fragments, forty to fifty orifice-opening-level fragments, and even a Tiangang-level fragment in the box!

These are no less than sleepy pillows for him!

"Brother, these are too expensive, if you make an offer, I'll take them all!"

Wei Han clasped his fists solemnly, with a trace of suppressed excitement in his eyes.

He didn't expect that his troubled exercise problem would find an opportunity here.

As long as all the remnants of these exercises are filled, Wei Han can completely synthesize the most perfect marrow-washing state and orifice-opening state exercises. From now on, there will be no shackles in the two realms, and he can become stronger just by waiting for time.

So, he must take this box of books, even if he loses everything.

But the scholar shook his head indifferently, and said with a smile, "Take it away, you don't need money, it's just the remnants of the scrolls I collected before."

"What's your address?" Wei Han asked solemnly.

"Zhenshanhui, Cheng Jin!" The scholar smiled politely.

"I'm Zhao Yun, an inner disciple of the Changsheng Pavilion, I am very kind to you for doing this, please feel free to speak up if you have anything to do in the future!"

Wei Han stopped being hypocritical, turned around and left with the box in his arms!

But when he left, the scholar Cheng Jin was shocked to find that there was a thick stack of bank notes on his desk, roughly counting as many as one million taels.

"Changsheng Pavilion Zhao Yun? He is an interesting person."

Cheng Jin shook her head with a dumbfounded smile, put away the bank note, and remembered the name at the same time.

As for Wei Han, he couldn't hide his joy at the moment.

He never thought that a random trip to the black market would give him such a great opportunity, which is equivalent to paving the way for his two great realms.

He doesn't feel bad for giving a silver note of one or two million!

Cheng Jin, a scholar from the Zhenshan Club, has inadvertently helped him a lot. This kindness must be remembered, just like the former Tie Lao.

Carry the books in the box!

Wei Han was no longer interested in strolling, so Shi Shiran jumped off the boat and disappeared into the dark night outside the pier.

However, he didn't go back to the county right away, but took advantage of no one to put the box into the system space, and then jumped onto a big tree by the roadside, waiting quietly for something.

The night is getting darker!

Gradually, people rushed to the black market from all directions, and some people left from the black market. Occasionally, there were a few treasure hunts in the surrounding area, which did not affect Wei Han's stay at all.

He has been waiting until late at night!

After the hustle and bustle of the black market dissipated, it took a long time to see an old man walking slowly towards the county town with his hands behind his back, holding a package in his hand.

This person is naturally an old man who sells fat sheep information!

Wei Han never left, so he was naturally waiting for him.

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(end of this chapter)