Counterattack Xiaoxian

Master Sang stood in the courtyard, patted his chest, a green light suddenly appeared, and his body was covered with a green armor.

With a slight shake, the armor scattered with a "whisper", turning into fingernail-sized armor pieces neatly spread out on the ground. He grabbed them in the air again, and these armor pieces were like thousands of birds returning to their nests, turning into a spiritual talisman and throwing them into his body. in hand.

After the performance, Master Sang said proudly: "This is my Qing Shen Armor, which is composed of three hundred and sixty Qing Shen Talisman. The Qing Ling Armor Talisman requested by the Red Spider Department this time is modeled after this armor."

Ji Lingchu watched with stars in his eyes, clapped his hands and said, "It's so amazing. If Abazhai had such a group of divine armors, they would be invincible."

Master Sang said: "The materials for the Qingshen Armor are hard to find. Any more sets of them will cost me everything. The Qingling Armor Talisman is much more affordable. It can be embedded into special armor by military craftsmen, which can greatly enhance the defense power. It can also Attack in formation, as the saying goes, if the talisman is in the armor, if the talisman is destroyed, the armor will perish."

"That's awesome!" Ji Lingchu looked at the talisman in his hand and felt envious. He thought about getting one for himself. Wouldn't he become Iron Man?

Master Sang didn't know the Marvel Universe in his mind. He picked up a piece of prepared bamboo, pointed to the jade-colored section on it and said slowly: "This is the essence. Next comes the 'cutting off' armor. Cut this area off with a knife and cut it into nail pieces of the same size.

When Ji Ling first heard this, he didn't realize how serious it was. He thought that this was a micro operation, and it was no easier than carving a pattern on a mosquito's back.

But I was afraid that he would be angry, so I had to say: "Master, I am stupid. You teach me slowly and I will learn slowly."

Master Sang smiled and said, "You can teach me!"

He took out a palm-sized jade knife from his arms, threw the bamboo into the air, swung the knife several times at will, pulled and scratched, and a piece of translucent nail fell to the ground, with smooth and regular cuts. Just like machine processing.

"As mentioned before, the Seven Knife Techniques are divided into seven types of knife movements: point, cut, poke, drag, shock, bright, and dark. To cut armor, you need to use the drag technique. If you practice more, you should be able to master it soon, but It doesn’t matter if you don’t have the tools handy, there is some Polygonatum in the cellar, you can take it to the town and exchange it for a suitable knife.”

Ji Lingchu didn't know what to consider as a suitable knife. Master Sang said that a hatchet would suffice. The hatchet used by hunters in the Red Spider area was called a "one piece of firewood" and it was very good, so he chose this style.

Ji Lingchu had nothing to do, so he went to the cellar to get Huangjing. Unexpectedly, it was two whole sacks, so heavy that they were taller than a big man when stacked.

The Thai cow had been released long ago, so he could only carry the two sacks of Polygonatum spp. and walk step by step to the town.

However, his physique was no longer what it used to be, so the journey was not as difficult as he imagined. After walking for several hours, he finally arrived at the market.

Everything in the town was as before. The residents should be leisurely and busy, and everything was in order. However, with his keen eyesight, he still found many guard sentries scattered everywhere, thinking that the situation was getting more tense.

Ji Lingchu wandered around for a while and found out that the blacksmith shop was not here and that he had to walk a little longer. But he was hungry again at this time and thought he might as well eat something before going.

Money is needed to eat. Although the Youwu clan uses shell money to trade, Ji Lingchu has never seen what this thing looks like.

Looking at Huang Jing on his shoulder, he felt that there was plenty, so he had an idea.

He picked a restaurant with a clean appearance and walked in with a blushing face.

Why the red face? Because people are poor and have short ambitions!

Since he came to another world, it was his first time to go to a restaurant. He was a little excited, so he found a table and sat down. He couldn't help but look at it. It had been a long time since the store owner came to greet him.

He was puzzled, heard a noise in the kitchen, and walked in.

Open the door curtain, oh! Good guy, there is a big pot inside, and a big piece of fat is boiling in the pot.

Standing by the pot was a fat, middle-aged man with a hairy face, deep eyes and nose, wearing a greasy short coat. He was stirring the pot with a wooden stick in his hand. He was so intoxicated that he couldn't even spit out the saliva. Self-aware.

When Ji Lingchu saw the fat cook's hands and feet as thick as wooden stakes, he suddenly gave up the idea of ​​eating and prepared to run away.

But the fat cook noticed him, narrowed his eyes and said, "What would the guest want to eat?"

Ji Lingchu coughed and hesitated a little. Finally, under the increasingly suspicious eyes of the other party, he finally plucked up the courage and said, "I have some Huang Jing to sell."

The fat cook wiped his hands on his apron, followed him out, opened the sack and looked at the quality of Huang Jing, and said, "It's not bad. I'll give you thirty green snails. I want them all."

Green snails are a type of shell money of the Wu tribe with a smaller face value. There are also jade shells, gold shells, etc., which are used for large transactions.

Ji Lingchu was very happy, but to be on the safe side, he asked him if twenty green snails could be exchanged for a hatchet.

The fat chef laughed and said that things are not peaceful now, the price of iron has soared, and it would cost at least fifty green snails to buy a better hatchet.

Ji Lingchu was dumbfounded and wondered if Master Sang hadn't been on the street for a long time and had estimated the prices wrong!

Seeing that he was stunned, the fat cook said again: "Look at your appearance, don't think that I bully foreigners, you can go out and find out clearly, who changed the way you said?"

cough! cough! Ji Lingchu said awkwardly, "Elders in the family."

"Your elders are confused."

"Uh!"

"Some old people are just stingy, and younger people don't plan to be generous when they go out."

"This...Master Sang is not such a person, right?"

"What's not..." The fat cook suddenly stopped and asked carefully: "Are you talking about Master Sang of Xiongwu Village?"

"Exactly."

"Oh my!" The fat cook changed his smile and said, "Little brother, if you hadn't told me earlier, why would Master Sang's juniors have to spend money on eating? Just come and eat."

Ji Lingchu was alert enough to the fat cook's sudden enthusiasm and said to him: "How can I eat you for free?"

"What's the point of a little food? Little brother, you're not happy now. Sit down and we'll be ready soon. We'll hit it off and we'll have a drink with you later." After saying this, the fat cook entered the kitchen. After all, the young man was thin-skinned and was People use words to hold it back and are embarrassed to leave.

Not long after, the fat cook cut several plates of red and white meat and brought them out, along with some fresh mushrooms, dried cassava and a jar of old wine.

The fat cook invited Ji Lingchu to eat and drink, and introduced himself as Fat Dada, the owner and chef of this restaurant. He also had a waiter here, but he went back to his hometown to visit relatives.

He also said that he was really careless just now. There were not many customers at this time, so he had been preparing food in the back kitchen. The locals usually didn't come until after afternoon, which meant that the travelers, merchants, and mountaineers who passed by were not always on time.

Ji Lingchu didn't understand these customs and customs. It was actually Fat Dada who was talking. He was responsible for listening. When the food and wine were about to end, Fat Dada coughed and asked, "Who is Master Sang, the little brother?"