Zhan Changfeng thought that Ling Weichu needed silver needles to treat fire poison, so he went into the armory shop to see if there were any silver needles, but the needles were there, but they were all kinds of hurtful needles, and quenching poison with rune blessings was trivial.

She had to change her home to a doctor, but she didn't sell it.

Zhan Changfeng felt that it was better to customize a set, but despite this thought, she still walked into a pharmacy.

"Silver needle, yes. The shopkeeper neatly pulled out a set of needles, "Look, try to make it easy." ”

Looking at this set of needles, the texture is not too hard, and it is estimated that it will be scrapped after one use.

"Is there any better quality? ”

The shopkeeper was embarrassed, "That's not it, or you can go to the medical hall next door to have a look." ”

She's just coming out of there, "Give me ten sets." ”

"Okay. ”

Zhan Changfeng waited for the shopkeeper to get the needle, it is estimated that no one bought the needle, and now he is going to the warehouse to rummage.

In this vacancy, Zhan Changfeng sensed that a stubby man dressed in a short shirt was passing by with two baskets of low-level spirit grass, she deliberately looked at it with her soul seal, and after thinking about it, she followed, "This uncle, stay." ”

Xu is this person is too ordinary and gentle, and the sturdy man didn't think about robbing the road, and showed his big white teeth simply, "What's the matter, if you want to buy herbs, you can't do it, I have to send them to the medical center." ”

"Excuse me, who made this flat burden?"

"Huh?" the man was stunned, as if he didn't expect someone to ask him how his flat burden was, he couldn't help but unload the burden, and took a serious look at the bamboo guy in his hand, and then looked at the young man with a gentle temperament, there was nothing wrong.

"The head of the village is made of white Laosuo, a spirit stone. He started the business by the way, "I have used it for almost ten years! It is not easy for a lonely old man, but his craftsmanship is good, and half of the people in ten miles and eight towns have bought his flat shoulder." ”

"White old man?" is not a title.

"People can't speak, they will make a flat burden without saying a word, when he came, he was gray-haired, thirty years later, still gray-haired, so we called him white-haired. ”

Zhan Changfeng asked for the address, and was about to leave, when the pharmacy shopkeeper chased him out, "Your silver needle!"

She apologized, paid the bill, picked up her things and left.

In the teahouse on the street, one person withdrew his gaze and ordered, "Let that man come over." ”

The servant departed.

There was also a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in a royal blue skirt beside him, a silent and serious man holding a sword.

The girl said, "What are you doing with a countryman?" ”

She didn't understand, his eldest brother had been paying attention to the outside just now, and now he was letting people in.

"Second sister, what do you think of the man in the green shirt just now?"

This man is very easy to distinguish from the other two, if you want to compare, it is that he has already reached the top of the mountain through training, tenacity, and unique beauty, while the girl and the sword man are just beginning, this is the difference in realm.

The girl said proudly, "It's just an ordinary person." ”

The young man shook his head, "It's time for you to change your temperament, you won't be able to please in the future." ”

The girl was not convinced, but she stopped talking.

"Childe, someone brought it. ”

A son, undoubtedly shows his identity!

The realm of life and death can be called Hou.

The realm of supernatural powers can establish a king.

Lingjian realm, Fang is the emperor.

Return to the virtual realm and be the emperor.

In most cultures, all the inheritors of princes, whether male or female, are the princes, and the emperor's inheritors are His Royal Highnesses.

The stubby man saw the three people sitting in the middle, and the whole person became restrained, "Adults, what's the matter with summoning the little ones?"

"Bring me your flat burden. ”

Frightened! How can it be that he has to look at his flat burden, could it be that this is some kind of treasure.

He hurriedly handed over his flat burden.

The girl said, "What's so nice about this?" ”

The young man didn't answer him, he just thought that if he could let such a person with his eyes covered call the man in the street, just to see the flat burden, then this flat burden should be a little interesting.

He looked at it roughly, and there was nothing peculiar, and finally he put his eyes on the sketch of the surface, hey, it seemed a bit mysterious.

Zhan Changfeng found that the white old man's residence was only a bamboo house under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, and the surrounding area was littered with completed or unfinished flat poles.

Only flat shoulders.

These masters are really informal. Zhan Changfeng glanced at the closed door of the house, waited for an hour or two, and then a villager came over and said, "You are looking for Lao Suo, he has gone to the mountains." ”

"When will you be back?"

"Who knows, it can be as long as ten days and half a month, or as short as one or two days. ”

Zhan Changfeng thought about it, so he picked up a stone casually, carved a series of numbers on the door, and then left.

The road was rough and bumpy, and the girl in the royal blue skirt complained, "What are we doing here, just to find someone to make a flat pole?"

The young man's handsome face sank, "Second sister!"

The girl shut up, and the young man sighed that he still cared about this sister after all, and explained, "There is an implicit calculation in the picture engraved on this flat shoulder, and it can be seen that the engraved picture is a master who is proficient in arithmetic, so what if we go on a trip for this." ”

"Arithmetic, arithmetic can't help you fight the world. She didn't think so, didn't wait for her eldest brother to teach her a lesson, and walked ahead first.

The young man and his party found the bamboo house of the white old man, and found that the door was closed, and the girl was even more dissatisfied.

At this time, the man holding the sword said, "Childe, look here." ”

The young man saw an arithmetic carved on the door. This mark was obviously new, and the signs were tolerant and magnificent, making his heart, who intended to reign as king, palpitate, as if he had met an opponent of his kind.

Looking at this arithmetic again, the carving on its fine Obi flat shoulder is not much better, and he has no clue for a while.

At this time, a gray old man came over with a basket on his back, as if he didn't see a few of them, and crossed over to push the door by himself, suddenly, his hand paused, his eyes lit up, and then his eyes looked deeply at the handsome young man, his throat rolled a few times, and his voice was extremely hoarse, "This is what you carved?"

The handsome young man's eyes sank, and before he could speak, the girl shouted, "Old man, my eldest brother just came here to see your flat shoulder!"

The handsome young man made a gesture, "In Xia Jing Yaoguo, Qi Huan." ”

The son of Jing Yaohou, Qi Huan, the jade-faced son who has recently become famous, is the future successor of Jing Yaoguo.

"I didn't engrave it, but I'm curious about the picture on your pole, and I'd like to explore it with you. ”

Qi Huan's posture was modest, and he wanted to have a long talk with Lao Suo to see if this was a real talented person.

Lao Suo put down the basket and cut the bamboo to make a flat pole by himself, "It's just carved casually, it's not interesting, please go back." ”

Qi Huan was unmoved, Yu Guanghuan looked at the messy piles of flat poles everywhere, and thought of the diagram engraved on the flat pole that implied machine calculation, and his heart moved, "I want to provoke the people's plan, but there is still a lack of a flat burden, and there is a lack of people who can draw a pen and draw a picture to determine the future, can Lao Su teach me how to make this flat burden?"

Lao Suo's eyes loosened, and the action of cutting the bamboo slowed down, "What do you want to say?"

Qi Huan said happily, "Can you discuss Jinglun with Lao Suo?"