I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 61|Sixty-one dragons

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Mu twisted his fingers around the edge of the curtain hat, his eyes shining——

The appearance of dwarves is slightly different from that described in some novels. Their average height is about 1.23 meters, but not all dwarves have green skin, strong bodies and ugly faces.

Mu Wanwan saw a very cute dwarf girl among a row of male dwarves. Her skin was a little rough, but her face was not ugly. Her cultivation level was quite high. She could not guess her. of equal order.

The entry fee for the bazaar jointly opened by the humans and dwarves is indeed much more expensive than that of the elves. In the past, the entry fee for the first-level monks of the elves only required two silver coins. However, for the second-level monks, the entry fee only doubled. Four silver coins. Who knows, on the human side, the first level requires three, the second level six, and the third level directly soars to a low-grade spiritual stone.

Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed. She bribed Hongye with the last spare spirit stone in the morning. She was a little embarrassed and said, "Can I use silver coins instead?" The person who received her was a young human female cultivator. He raised his eyebrows, but still maintained his demeanor, "Yes, and do you want to go in and set up a stall? There will be extra money depending on the items."

Mu Wanwan put the basket in front of him, "Just some ordinary vegetables and first-order spiritual plants."

The female cultivator glanced at her and her face turned cold obviously, "The entry fee is fifteen silver coins, and the items in the basket will cost you one silver coin to set up the stall."

"Fifteen pieces?" Mu Wanwan was a little unhappy. Although there is a certain exchange ratio for converting spiritual stones into coins, the exchange rate for low-grade spiritual stones into silver coins is generally one to eleven, and higher than one to ten. Second, she is clearly ripping her off by asking such a high price.

In other words, embarrass her.

"Fifteen." The female cultivator rolled her eyes at her, obviously impatient.

"According to the ratio, I should only be charged thirteen silver coins." Mu Wanwan endured, trying to reason.

"Oh." The female nun only raised her eyebrows, "If you don't want to, don't stay here. There are still many people waiting in line behind you."

After listening to her words, Mu Wanwan understood. This female cultivator was probably really unhappy with her and felt a little angry. However, the situation was stronger than others. She had to go see Uncle Zong, so she did not continue to talk to her. Gang, counted fifteen silver coins and handed them to her.

"Ha." The female cultivator took the money and waved to the people behind her to let her in. As Mu Wanwan was walking away, she heard her mocking, "A third-level cultivator wears such tacky clothes and sells vegetables? 80% He is a useless cultivator."

Mu Wanwan pinched the wooden sign he just received, with a cold feeling on his lips——

She is indeed a casual cultivator, but I didn’t expect these cultivators to judge her just based on her appearance. Wouldn’t it be too much?

Mu Wanwan pinched her sleeves, feeling a little unhappy. She searched the street and the information left by Uncle Zong before and started looking for the store that Uncle Zong opened with his friends.

The market jointly opened by the humans and dwarves is also much more lively. Compared with the elves' market, there are many more weapon shops. Most of the owners of the weapon shops are dwarves.

After passing by several weapon shops, Mu Wanwan discovered that these shops also have levels. There are some dwarves dressed as blacksmiths who specialize in mortal business. There are also some shops that are larger and have most of the items inside. It's an item like a flying sword, and it should be for the monks.

Mu walked for a while and turned many corners before finally finding the shop that Uncle Zong and his friends opened. It was not as remote as the one in the Elf Market, but the location was not particularly good and there were not many people.

Uncle Zong happened to be outside the shop when she passed by, and his eyes lit up when he saw her saying hello to her.

"Girl, you are here."

The two entered the store. Uncle Zong turned on the switch and took her into a yard behind the store.

Aunt Yun and another female orc were sitting on a stool, and beside them stood an orc who was about the same size as Uncle Zong.

"This is my life-and-death brother, just call him Uncle Chen." Uncle Zong introduced with a smile, "This is the very talented girl I have always mentioned before."

Mu Wanwan smiled at the orc and called him Uncle Chen. Seeing that he didn't know what to call him, he thought of the dragon chirping at home waiting for her to feed him, and his heart moved, "Just call me Xiaoqian." ."

Uncle Zong was also a little surprised, "Little money?"

Mu Wanwan pursed her lips and smiled, "Well, who is this?"

The female orc sitting next to Aunt Yun also smiled kindly at her, "Just call me Aunt Hua."

"Aunt Hua."

After a few people were polite, Mu Wanwan wasted no time, and directly took out the Qiankun bag under the expectant but embarrassed eyes of Uncle Zong and others.

"Aunt Yun, this is the spiritual plant I cultivated for you. I had a little chance this time and made a breakthrough in strength." Mu Wanwan gave Aunt Yun the fifteen second-level Bixing grass and Fifteen second-level Baizhen fruits were taken out from the Qiankun bag.

Uncle Zong looked at the spiritual plant that was much better than before, his face flushed with excitement, and he said "Okay!" several times in a row

Not only him, but Uncle Chen, who seemed a bit naive before, also opened his eyes slightly, with a light flashing in his eyes, "Is this the second level? Isn't it the third or fourth level?"

Uncle Zong laughed and patted his shoulder, giving him a mocking look, "Didn't you not believe it before?"

Uncle Chen was a little embarrassed, "I don't know..."

Aunt Hua was also very happy. She held Aunt Yun's hand and said, "Yun'er, that's great."

Mu Wanwan touched his face, "Uncle Zong, that pill..."

Before she finished speaking, Uncle Zong interrupted her. He looked at her seriously with his brown eyes, stretched out his big hand to wipe his face, "Girl, listen to me."

Mu Wanwan thought something was wrong, so she nodded and motioned for him to continue.

"Actually, people are not omnipotent. Each of us has things we are good at and things we are not good at. This is nothing..."

As he spoke, he looked at Aunt Yun as if asking for help.

Aunt Yun took the words decisively, "Yes, yes, this elixir is not necessary for us. We are already very happy that you can bring so many spiritual plants. You need to take it seriously..."

Mu Wanwan couldn't laugh or cry when she heard this, as the couple had long been prepared for her failure. Even so, they were willing to let her try. Feeling warm in his heart, Mu Wanwan couldn't bear to watch them continue to comfort him, so he directly took out the previously packaged elixirs and placed them one by one on the table.

Every time she put a bottle, the comforting voices of the two became weaker. By the time she placed the twelve bottles of healing elixir neatly on the table, in addition to the sound of the wind, the only sound in the yard was the sound of gasping.

"There are only twelve bottles of the Spirit-Restoring Pill, and there are three scattered ones. I put them in this smaller bottle." Mu Wanwan said, and took out the Ningxue Pill again, "What's in this bottle?" It’s Ningxue Dan.”

"Holy shit." Uncle Zong couldn't hold it in any longer. The animal marks on his face all appeared. They were not the three that Mu Wanwan had seen before, but four and a half bright red marks. Got Ningxue Dan!?"

Mu Wanwan was startled by the animal patterns on his face, and nodded belatedly, "But I only made two."

"Two!" Aunt Yun was no longer calm now, "Are you talking about two Ningxue Pills?"

Mu Wanwan admitted generously, "Yes, first level, Aunt Yun, take a look."

She handed the porcelain white jade bottle to Aunt Yun.

Aunt Yun carefully opened the jade bottle with trembling hands. The strong medicinal fragrance immediately spread out, and she immediately sealed the jade bottle again. At the same time, Uncle Chen also opened a small bottle of the Spiritual Recovery Pill, sealed it after a moment, and showed a hearty smile, "Brother Lei, you have found a treasure this time."

"The quality of this level of Spiritual Recovery Pill is much better than the ordinary ones. I suggest pricing a semi-medium-grade Spiritual Stone." Uncle Chen returned to his smiling look, "I can feel that the medicinal power inside is very pure. , very few impurities."

Uncle Zong had a complicated look on his face. While he was smiling proudly with Uncle Chen, he felt his face hurt a little——

He was bragging to his buddies yesterday, saying that Mu Wanwan would be able to bring more than a dozen Spiritual Recovery Pills this time, but Ningxue Pills would not be available.

As a result, he turned around and saw that they had brought more than a hundred of them, as well as Ningxue Dan. He felt particularly embarrassed when facing his friend's smile that he didn't know whether it was ridicule or envy.

However, happiness still accounts for the most part, and he just lost his composure, which exposed his true strength.

Mu Wanwan also noticed it, but she didn’t say anything. After her strength advanced, she guessed that Uncle Zong could not only have the third level of strength. She guessed that it was the fourth level at the time. Now it seems that Uncle Zong should He is a strong person who is almost at the fourth level to the fifth level.

For a first-level monk, a mid-grade spiritual stone may be her entire wealth. A second-level monk is not rich either. It would be nice to have a dozen or so middle-grade spiritual stones for his entire wealth.

But when you reach the third level, your financial resources will make a breakthrough. Third-level monks who have accumulated a little bit may have one or two treasures.

She had previously thought that Uncle Zong had shops in both markets and was relatively generous with his purchases, so he should be more than the third level. Now it is indeed the case. She can't even sense Uncle Zong's aura now, and I'm afraid it's even more powerful than the animal pattern shows.

"Xiao Qian, what do you think you and us are 28 points?" Uncle Chen said, "You are 8 points, and we are 2 points."

Uncle Zong also responded, "Yes, although we helped sell the seeds and provided seed materials, these are nothing. You, Uncle Zong, and I will shamelessly calculate it as 10%, and the remaining 10% is labor fee. ”

Mu Wanwan really shook his head, "Uncle Zong, the seeds are not that good, and selling them is not that easy. I think it's still four or six points."

Yun'er stared at you, what nonsense did you say, "The alchemists they worked with in the past were all 19 points, and 28 points were all taken advantage of you. Are you stupid for still thinking of 46 points?"

Mu Wanwan: "..."

This was the first time she saw Aunt Yun who spoke so sharply and energetically, and she was speechless for a moment.

A few people debated the issue of the share. In the end, Uncle Zong and the others couldn't defeat her, so both parties took a step back and settled on a contract of 30% to 70%.

Uncle Zong calculated the money for the pills she brought this time in advance, deducted the cost at Mu Wanwan’s strong request, and then gave her the spirit stone.

"The spiritual stones of Bixingcao and Baizhenguo have offset the cost of materials this time and last time. One bottle of recovery elixir earns one and a half medium-grade spiritual stones. For these twelve bottles of yours, 70% is probably Thirteen middle-grade spiritual stones, plus the priceless Ningxue Pill, I will give you a total of fifteen middle-grade spiritual stones." Uncle Zong counted and handed Mu Wanwan a small cloth bag, "I I have exchanged some low-grade spirit stones and silver coins for you, which will be more convenient for you to use."

Mu Wanwan didn’t feel awkward at all. He took the bag of heavy spiritual stones with a little excitement. He couldn’t be more excited——

According to the prices here, a low-grade spirit stone is equivalent to about 100 soft girl coins, and a medium-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for about 15 yuan of low-grade spirit stones. So, doesn’t she now earn 20,000 yuan all at once? How much does it cost?

Although the value of the spirit stone cannot be equal to that of soft girl coins, and a part of it must be reserved for Mr. Long to absorb, after doing this calculation, Mu Wanwan feels that she has really become rich.

She felt that the clothes that she had liked but were too expensive to buy, the sweet cakes that she had always wanted to make, and the second-, third-, and even fourth-level spiritual flesh could all be arranged.

"Girl." Seeing that she was a little excited, Uncle Zong knocked on her hat, "Don't think this is a lot of money."

Mu Wanwan responded to him, his voice a little floating.

Uncle Zong sighed, but stopped talking about money and tapped her wrist, "I saw it before, where did this bracelet on your hand come from?"

Mu Wanwan was tongue-tied for a moment, and for some reason, she said, "My husband gave it to me."

As soon as she finished speaking, her whole face turned red, as if it had been burned by fire. It was so hot that she subconsciously lowered her head and looked at her toes.

Why, Mr. Long called him madam for a few nights. How come she really regards him as her husband? Obviously they haven't really spoken yet.

After she finished speaking, Uncle Zong and Aunt Yun’s expressions changed a little.

Feeling a little uneasy, Mu Wanwan asked, "Is it, is it something bad?"

Aunt Yun couldn't hold it back and laughed happily. A trace of color returned to her pale face. "No, no, no, your husband is serious."

He gave her an amulet that even Brother Lei had to work hard to break. This value is thousands of times more expensive than the few spiritual stones this silly girl earned through hard work in alchemy.

Uncle Zong couldn't help but laugh a little, but he didn't criticize it out of curiosity. After all, this may be the couple's love, "It's a pretty good gadget, wear it."

Mu Wanwan touched the cool sapphire bracelet, and in her mind was Mr. Long's plush ears that kept shaking. She suddenly wanted to go back. She had only been apart for a long time, and she started to miss him.

"By the way, girl, didn't you say before that your husband has difficulty moving?" Uncle Zong said.

Mu Wanwan nodded and heard Uncle Zong say, "I happen to know a dwarf friend who can refine some tools to help walking."

Mu Wanwan's eyes lit up. In fact, sometimes she would guess that Mr. Long didn't want to wake up because he couldn't walk anymore. He wanted to save face and didn't want to be embarrassed. This was exactly what she wanted. If he could stop it, After getting out of the wheelchair, maybe she could push Mr. Long to bask in the sun in the yard?

"Uncle Zong, please worry, I just need it."

Uncle Zong was a little embarrassed, "He is quite nice. Since you are the person I introduced, it should be cheaper."

When he said this, Mu Wanwan's heart skipped a beat, and she carefully asked tentatively, "Uncle Zong, can I ask how much it will cost?"

Uncle Zong touched his chin and said, "If it's discounted, it's probably about seven or eight mid-grade spiritual stones."

Mu Wanwan: "......"