Chapter 302: Accept or Not?

"Is there such a flying needle?" Zhao Yun took out a silver needle.

This is not an ordinary silver needle, it is a poisonous needle hidden in a powerful crossbow.

However, the poison has been wiped away by him.

I came here to buy this kind of flying needle. I have already studied the structural diagram of the ballista. I have to make the strong crossbow myself. There is an explosive charm on the outside of the strong crossbow. There are also many mechanisms inside the strong crossbow, such as He had seen the power of placing such poisonous needles on the battlefield. After a wild bombing, the poisonous needles flew all over the sky, and the attacks were basically indiscriminate within a certain range.

"Of course I have it. How much do you want?" Mr. Chen Xuan stroked his beard.

"How to sell it?" Zhao Yun asked.

"Sold by the pound, five hundred taels per pound."

"So expensive?" Zhao Yun clicked his tongue.

He had roughly calculated that a strong crossbow could hold a kilogram of poisonous needles. In this way, not counting anything else, a strong crossbow would cost five hundred taels of poisonous needles alone, not counting explosive charms and other materials.

If all were taken into account, a powerful crossbow would cost a lot.

Cultivation consumes resources, and war also consumes resources. Small countries either don’t want to go to war, but they can’t afford it. Only giant countries like Daxia and Dayuan have extremely strong foundations...to cast large quantities. The powerful crossbow chariot, because of its lethality on the battlefield, is very domineering. It can flatten a mountain in minutes. The strong men of the corpse clan are an example.

"How much do you want?" Chen Xuanlao picked up the wine bottle.

"If you want more, why don't you get it cheaper?"

"That's natural. One hundred catties face up, and you weigh four hundred taels per catty."

"make a deal."

Zhao Yun took out a stack of silver notes, totaling fifty thousand taels.

Old Chen Xuan raised his eyebrows, "This little martial arts cultivator is quite rich!"

"Wait."

Old Chen Xuan took the banknote and slipped in.

Zhao Yun realized it. With a wave of his hand, a dozen bottles of pills disappeared from the shelf instantly. You look at me like a thief. I really feel sorry for you if I don't steal something from you. We have the Lord of the Rings. You can check it at will. It will be a loss. I still have some sense of moral integrity, otherwise I would have moved all the hell away for you.

Chen Xuanlao's efficiency is still very high.

When he came out again, he was carrying a sack with more than 100 kilograms of flying needles.

"Do you want to count?" Old Chen Xuan said with a smile.

"No need." Zhao Yun flicked his hands and put the sack into the storage charm.

"Is there something missing on my shelf?" Old Chen Xuan touched his chin, looked at the shelf, and then at Zhao Yun. When he left, it was clearly filled with medicine bottles. Look, it seems like a dozen bottles are missing. Have they been taken away by thieves?

"Come on, do it." Zhao Yun began to take off his clothes.

"I didn't say it was you." Old Chen Xuan curled his lips, "Maybe I remembered it wrong."

"You can't accuse a good person unjustly. I haven't stolen anything since I was a child." Zhao Yun said righteously. He was really lying. His face was not red and he was out of breath! A certain kind of acting skill is already perfect.

Mr. Chen Xuan didn't take it seriously and put the items to be counted aside.

"Elder, why don't you accept this treasure?" Zhao Yun poked Mr. Chen Xuan.

"What baby."

Chen Xuanlao asked casually while looking at the shelves.

Zhao Yun glanced around and saw no one else, then he took out a picture scroll and slowly opened half of it. What came into view was a series of fragrant and beautiful pictures that made people's blood flow.

Hmm... Spring Palace Picture, a proper Spring Palace Picture.

Seeing this, Mr. Chen Xuan's little eyes suddenly focused. Unconsciously, his nose was still a little warm, and he always felt that a stream of heat was about to flow out. In Tianzong, that stream of heat was called nosebleeds.

"Take it or not."

Zhao Yun asked in a low voice and closed the Spring Palace picture again.

He has a lot of these things. Did his good friend Mustache give him a lot of them before he left? There are also many trophies obtained along the way, and each of them is a famous collector.

"Take it." Mr. Chen Xuan wiped away the nosebleed and said, "Why sell it."

Zhao Yun didn't answer, and Ma Liu stretched out five fingers.

"five hundred?"

"What are you thinking about? This is a collector's edition."

"Five thousand?"

"It's not expensive!"

Zhao Yun picked up the scroll again with a smile on his face.

When people get old, and they are old bachelors, they have to find some fun. For example, Chen Xuan is a bachelor. In the dead of night, most people don't know what to do. With this picture, it has a unique flavor.

"How many do you have?" Old Chen Xuan smiled lewdly.

"I brought a pair today. If the elder wants it, I will send it to you tomorrow."

"Does your master know that you are so naughty?"

Old Chen Xuan sighed and once again looked at Zhao Yun quite formally.

Although this kid looks like a dog, in fact...he is not a good boy at heart. According to what he said, there are many such pictures. If Junior Sister Yunyan finds out about this, what will happen?

"I'm short of money."

Zhao Yun's words revealed a truth about life.

"Silver is a good thing, but I'm short of it too."

As Chen Xuanlao said, he handed Zhao Yun a five thousand tael silver note with his backhand.

This old guy can't even negotiate the price.

When it was done, Ma Liu took away the scroll.

It doesn't matter if you have money or not, I mainly like collecting.

A transaction was completed so happily and secretly. The disciples who came in to buy things were completely confused. The old one and the young one had their heads raised. What were they doing there?

"Okay!"

Zhao Yun was in a good mood and quickly took the banknote.

It's a good thing that the mustache is not here. If he were here, he would definitely give Zhao Yun a thumbs up, you are so fucking awesome! I was selling a hundred taels for takeout, but when I got it from you, it was doubled fifty times!

If I had known that Tianzong was so easy to sell, I wouldn't have wandered outside.

If he had come to Tianzong earlier, he would have made a fortune long ago.

"Elder, don't send it away. I'll come back tomorrow."

"Well, children can be taught."

Zhao Yun has already established a long-established reputation, and Chen Xuan always sent him out all the way.

That scene was very much like the farewell ceremony held by retired soldiers. After walking a long way, they did not forget to wave, for fear that they would never see this farewell again in this life. The main thing was those picture scrolls. Don’t give me any trouble. No, it doesn’t matter if you come or not, just bring me the scroll.

"If I have some time, I have to go to Dilong Mountain for a run."

Zhao Yun muttered all the way, there should be many scrolls left in the mustache.

It is not easy to sell outside, but it is better than silver here. Tianzong prohibits these things. No one dares to sell them, but he is an exception. He is sneaky and has the magic ring as a storage item. No one can tell.

The seller and the buyer both said that the devil didn't know there was such a deal.

This is a way to get rich. Cultivation consumes resources and it won’t work without money.

"Hey, isn't this the one who came through the back door?"

As he was walking away, he suddenly heard a voice with a strange tone.

Before he finished speaking, he saw three people walking towards him. The one on the left was Yan Kang, the young master of the Blood Eagle, and the one on the right was also an old acquaintance, the young master of Chiyang City, Yu Wenhao.

As for the one in the middle, he is a purple-robed young man with a fresh face. He must have joined Tianzong early. His cultivation level is not too low. He is at the second level of Xuanyang. He is shaking rhythmically with a folding paper fan.

"Hand over Ziyu, and you can leave in peace."

The young man in purple robe said calmly, obviously he had heard about Yuxin Pavilion.

This time, it is naturally purple jade.

To put it bluntly, he just wanted to show his courtesy to Chu Wushuang.