The Martial Saint who slays demons starts with refining insects

From the shop on the west side, the voices of people coming and going were faintly heard from the market.

"The treasure plant has been released. I don't know which village guy found a yin red root."

"The Yin-red root, can there be no more than a dozen taels of silver?"

"More than that? Manager Song has watched it personally, I guess it will cost dozens of taels."

"Did you see who it is?"

"I don't dare, Manager Song is right now. Who dares to go up? I'm going to tell me that it might be a kid who specially called me to sell it."

One passes to ten, ten passes to hundreds, and whispers to each other, and they kept talking, whether it is the mountain driving, hunters or firewood, they all showed envious eyes.

A treasure plant is enough to change the status quo of a family.

However, Su Yan felt a little annoyed when he heard it, but the amount of more than seven taels of silver was rumored to be like this.

He ignored these rumors and accelerated his pace to the street on the east side.

The street is much spacious, and the voices of the mountain people seem to be much smaller, and they can't even hide the sound of jingling irons coming from the Tianfeng Weapon Shop branch on the street.

At this time, there were all shops in the city, but there was no saying that it was God that the mountain people were careful to be wary, so they would not cause any trouble.

This is also the way for ordinary people to protect themselves.

Su Yan first went to buy food such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and rice, which was commonly used, and spent about 300 cents.

Then I bought two pairs of shoes for rushing the mountain to replace my straw sandals. This was a bit expensive and cost more than 700 cents.

After purchasing these, Su Yan went straight to the Tianfeng Weapon Shop branch.

The jingle sounded endlessly, and before entering the door, I felt the heat swelling on my face.

In the shop, two masters and six or seven apprentice men were wearing bare arms, showing their strong muscles, and they used a hammer to forge iron tools. They were sweating profusely and never rested for a moment.

It is said that life is the three hardships, and tofu is grinding with iron on a boat.

It is all day long to surround the stove and not to rest for half a day. It is all hard work.

But even so, there were still endless people who wanted to be apprenticed by the Feng Weapon Shop that day.

"Brother, should you try to make farm tools or pick up some handy self-defense?"

As soon as I entered the door, I came up with a slightly dressed work.

I don’t have to go bare-chess, but I’m also a short cloth coat with a sweat-wiping strip around my waist.

The Dali Dynasty respected martial arts and did not prohibit swords and weapons, nor could it be allowed.

"A hard bow for hunting, a simple sword for driving the mountain."

Su Yan is concise and clear about his purpose.

"A hardwood bow with a mountain-opening knife costs two or three cents of silver. If it is a hardwood bow, do you want a hardwood bow with fifty strength or a bow with sixty strength?"

The craftsmen directly compare the strength of the bow with pounds, which saves the trouble of conversion.

‘The momentum of the bamboo bow is not accurate. Even the old bamboo has a tough bamboo pulling force of at most thirty pounds, and it cannot kill large prey. Now with my strength, it won’t take long for fifty kilograms, and I’m afraid it won’t be even if I can’t. ’

So he said, "Is there a seventy-pound hardwood bow, and a bucket of arrows."

"Yes, let's not talk about anything else in our Tianfeng Weapon Store. This weapon is definitely not short of it. Even a powerful bow of a sharp weapon can be sold to you."

The guy said this with confidence, and in fact this is their confidence.

"A weapon?"

Su Yan was curious and asked casually.

The guy also had the intention of showing off: "The weapons are all good weapons created by the forging masters. They can be broken by blowing hair and cutting iron like mud. If they fight with others, they can add three points of power."

The instrument is opposite to the body. Although the ironwork needs to be strong himself, two similar people, one takes out a dagger and the other takes out a machete, will be afraid that there will be a difference in the end. Su Yan has always understood the truth. Not using weapons is different from not having weapons.

"but……"

Without waiting for him to reply, the guy changed his subject: "But the sharp weapon is not only expensive, at least dozens of silver taels per handful, and its weight and required strength are also difficult for ordinary people to overcome."

He was about to say something, and remembered that Su Yan was a guest, so he took it back and said, "Brother, a bucket of 70 kilograms of hardwood bow and thirty arrows, a total of 5 taels of silver, do you see?"

"Born together."

Su Yan was not dragging on the mud, but he still felt ache in his heart. He finally made 10 taels of silver, but only 2 taels were left after buying one or two.

The guy got silver, and he immediately smiled, took the bow and arrow from the shop and came out of the Pu sword, and handed it over to Su Yan.

"Brother, this is your bow and knife, and it's not easy to see if it's right."

The Kaishan Pu knife is about 15 meters long and has a medium and short handle. It can be held with one hand or both hands. The blade is not heavy, and it is only about four kilograms.

The hardwood bow is pitch black all over, with animal tendons embedded in it, and the bow body is completely entangled, exuding a shiny light.

Su Yan weighed it in his hand, plucked the bowstring, nodded and said, "Thank you."

Park knife was placed at his waist, with the bow and arrow behind him. Although he was carrying a basket on his back, he looked like a hunter dress.

After purchasing, Su Yan didn't stay long and made great strides out of Shanji.

It was only half a mile after leaving the mountain farm when suddenly a person rushed out next to the grass and trees on the road.

"What a good brother Yan, who is worthy of being Brother Su's tiger, he actually found Baozhi."

The man smiled and cheered, but he looked as thin as a monkey, with no flesh on his face and thin mouth.

"Wang San?"

Su Yan's eyes froze, and he sneered a little: "What are you going to do?"

Wang San, a famous bastard in Yunqian Village, is a bachelor in his early thirties and is a lazy bastard.

Although he also accepted his dead trip to the mountain, the basket was often gone in and out empty.

Apart from stealing and begging for food, he just follows Niu Han and his group of rogues to make a living.

He is just a thing that people dislike and abandon.

Wang San heard the dissatisfaction in Su Yan's words, but he didn't care at all. His face was three times thicker than the city wall.

He took two steps forward, rubbed his hands, bowed slightly and whispered: "Nothing, just brother wants to ask for a prize from me, brother, I am a little short of money recently."

His eyes were thief-like, thinking in his heart: 'It is said that we share half when we meet. I, Wang San, am kind and righteous, so it's not too much to just take a small prize. '

Su Yan sneered: "Wang San, are you dreaming in broad daylight?"

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Wang San was annoyed and cursed in his heart, saying that he was so ignorant.

He could only say: "Brother Yan, don't show off your wealth. You don't want everyone to know that you got a treasure plant, right?"

Although Wang San is a rogue, he knows that wealth should not be shown off.

Su Yan's parents died, and he is a half-grown boy. Can he keep the silver?

The news might leak out, and people will come to his house to beg for food.

'It's a pity that it's not in the old forest of Yunling Mountain. '

Su Yan's eyes flashed with regret. If it was in the old forest, Wang San's grave would be overgrown with grass next year.

This place is not far from Shanji, and I don't know if Wang San has been seen by others. It's not appropriate to take action directly.

Besides, it's only a matter of time before people know about this treasure plant.

"Then tell me, do you really think this is my treasure plant?"

Su Yan looked calm, and grabbed Wang San's shoulder with his hand like pinching a chicken, with great force, and Wang San was hurt.

"Ouch, you...you..."

Before Wang San could curse, Su Yan swung his broadsword sideways and pushed him to the ground, leaving a red mark on his face and yellow mud rolling all over his body, looking very embarrassed.

Su Yan strode away, but Wang San dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, firstly because he was afraid of Su Yan's force, and secondly because he was worried that Su Yan might have teamed up with some mountain hunters and was the one who was pushed out.

"Bah, I want to see who is in the same group with you!"

Wang San was still angry, but Su Yan had disappeared on the roadside and rushed back to his home.

All the daily necessities such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in the backpack were taken out, and the hardwood bow and the broadsword were put into the insect world space.

He took out the herb map and looked through it. On the yellowed paper, there were simple drawings of various herbs, and on the left were small characters a quarter of a fingernail, which recorded the description and efficacy of the herbs.

"It's crude, but it's useful. I don't know what the manager is planning."

It's said that when you give a gift to someone, you must have something to ask for.

How could a small mountain herder deserve a booklet from him? Does he really think he's a big shot?

Su Yan put the booklet away and said to himself: "The gift is not big, and the request is not heavy, which is exactly what I want. There will be a lot of precious plants and medicinal herbs in the future. If I can get in touch with Baicaotang, it will save a lot of effort."

Song Qi has his own plan, Su Yan has his own plan, and each gets what he needs.

The reason why he asked for the Baicao map in the store was that he wanted to leave an impression at first, so as to pave the way for finding good medicinal materials and precious plants in the future.

But he didn't expect to get something else, which is a good thing. Let's see how he handles it.

Su Yan looked at the sky. It was only noon. He picked up the backpack and strode towards Yunling Mountain.

This time he did not go into the deep mountains. He found a secluded direction, walked about two miles of mountain road, and came to a deserted place.

The trees were towering, their branches stretched out like a curtain. At noon, the sun could only cast mottled spots of light.

The surrounding bushes were lush, but only at hip height, unable to block the view.

He released the Yinshui centipede, and then threw aside the two scorpion corpses and toad corpses from yesterday.

The Yinshui centipede was not polite, and went up to eat with big mouthfuls.

After doing all this, Su Yan took out the hardwood bow and arrow, aiming at an old purple birch trunk seventy steps away.

Standing firmly, with his steps at shoulder level, Su Yan drew his bow and arrow, aimed at the round wrinkled old bark on the old tree trunk, and shot it with a whoosh.

The arrow was half a palm away and did not hit the target, but Su Yan was not discouraged. He drew another arrow and continued shooting.

'The skill of chasing mountains was originally taught to me by Uncle Xie. After a few times, I made progress and it became a skill. Although I don't have the skills of bow and arrow, if I practice to a certain level, I think archery will become natural. ’

Su Yan made up his mind, and the old tree trunk looked like a red target in his eyes.

He shot arrow after arrow, and after thirty arrows were shot, he had to spend a lot of effort to draw the bow each time.

While honing his strength, he also honed his archery skills. Even when he was resting, Su Yan took out the Hundred Herbs Map and studied it seriously.

He practiced this way for three to five days.