Chapter 9 Haihui travels to Longshan to gather spirits

As mentioned last time, Nianji gave all the 400 taels of silver notes given by the sad beauty to the monk. This time he had to find a way out so that he could continue on his way. Fortunately, he had learned a lot about boxing and kicking since he was a child.

When you are alive, you will never be able to stump a hero with a penny.

Then he walked straight into the city and went straight to the Taoist temple, where he recited a poem from Huang Ting and was able to sleep all night. Early the next morning, he wrote half of a wine-making recipe based on the ink written in the Taoist temple. Two Jin Chuang recipes were combined in three places.

To clear the silt acupuncture points, I first went to the pharmacy opposite the martial arts school, grabbed some medicinal powder, and weighed some ointment; then I went to the most mellow wine shop in the city, named Qiu Feng Lie. I called the person in charge, and

The remnant half of the article flashed in front of my eyes. The steward was a good judge of things. He grabbed it with his hands. After looking at it carefully, he hurriedly went to the back hall. In just a moment, the steward had a flat cheek.

With his thin eyes like lightning, a tall and thin man came straight towards him. Before he could even sit down, he threw himself on the ground and asked, "Does this little brother have the remaining half of this article?"

It's a matter of two things." After saying this, he stared straight at Nian Ji. He saw Nian Ji slowly taking a sip of tea, and then continued: "I won't talk about whether my wine is rare or not, I just want to say that Chun Hulan is

The soft and lively way is the best for soothing the throat. It can be said to complement each other with your chilling autumn wind. Just imagine that the drinker first comes with a pot of autumn wind, and then a pot of spring lake. The taste is really divine.

It can also be done.”

Hearing Nian Ji's words, the man's eyes lit up and he said: "Then I will give you thirty-five taels to my little brother. This recipe is only worth thirty-five taels. The extra five taels is all up to me. I have the right to give it to you."

All we have to do is make a good relationship with each other, as long as we come here often." But it turns out that someone who can taste wine without smelling like alcohol is a gourmet in the wine world. How can this man avoid being hunted?

Are you happy? I accepted the money and got my name. But it turns out that this man is also a man in the world. He is good at wielding a waist-high sword like a Miao sword. He also has a nickname in the world. People call him the Thunder Sword Nie Zhanpeng.

Later, because he was getting older, he came here to open a wine shop, and he also saved a lot of money. As he walked, he thought: "The strange saying is, 'He who retreats bravely from the rapids is a true hero!', Brother Nie is really magnanimous.

" Before he finished thinking, he had already gone back to the Taoist temple. He went to the ear room to prepare the Jinchuang pills and the ointment. After saying thank you, he packed up and went straight to the pharmacy. When he arrived at the pharmacy, he first took out the pills and applied the ointment.

I asked the shopkeeper to wait for the goods to be inspected, and then asked the shopkeeper to fix the price. There is still a recipe here, let's see the effect first. The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said: "Young man

He is quite ambitious. Fortunately, I am used to making these Jinchuang pills. Once I smelled and tasted them, I knew they were of the highest quality. So, the total price is twelve taels. What do you think, young man?"

"Since I'm so fair, I'll just give you the three acupuncture points." Weighing the newly acquired fifteen taels of silver, he thought to himself: "It's strange that that bright-headed scholar has so many tricks.

I am immersed in the wilderness as a reporter, but I am not just for fame!"

While people were still thinking about it, they had already reached the outside of the city. All they could see was a smooth and smooth road. However, at sunset, they had already traveled sixty or seventy miles. This was because they only started on their way half past noon.

I lit a wildfire in the wild place next to the inn, and took out the book given by the monk. It turned out to be a method of visualization, called Yuehua Dew, which talked about condensation of moon condensation, accumulated in Baihui. But this monk actually

I mean, it's shallow. You can practice to a high level and be exhausted, but you can recover in less than half an hour. This is not an unimportant and superficial method. Just imagine that you can only practice for two hours a day. This time you can practice to the point.

Four hours. "This is the foundation of a sect!" Nianji couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Chapter completed!