Huang Donglai recommended it with excitement: "Brother Li, take a look at this first. This is Bilin Paraquat, which is an excellent drug for killing insects and weeds when cultivating natural materials and treasures. Not only is it very effective, but it is also very cheap." "The disadvantage is that the smell is too irritating and can be smelled from a long distance." He took out a porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and a pungent smell immediately came out of it. "Brother Huang, I'm not going to southern Xinjiang to engage in planting." Li Mo was a little puzzled as to why Huang Donglai recommended this to him. Bring a bottle of paraquat when you go out? This is not useful..... "Brother Li doesn't know." Huang Donglai looked around and lowered his voice:
"I have a unique secret recipe. As long as it is prepared with purple wisteria fruit, the irritating smell of paraquat can be neutralized, and then it will be colorless and odorless and highly toxic!" "It's so effective." Li Mo carefully analyzed the medicinal properties of the two things. Judging from his experience in cooking and alchemy, it is indeed feasible. "Which temple did this master come from?" Huang Donglai did not forget Murong Xiao. "I am Murong Xiao, and I am from the same school as Brother Li." Murong Xiao's face became serious: "Brother, you misunderstood. Apart from my hair falling out, I need to recite Buddhist scriptures and eat vegetarian food. What else is the same as a monk?" He did this to suppress the blood power in his body. Li Mo: "..." Do I need to be the same in other places? As he said this, Murong Xiao's eyes swept through the hall, and then his eyes lit up. He saw an old monk. So Murong Xiao stood beside the old monk and said: "You see, there is still a big difference." "Which temple did you two masters come from? Do you want to try the wooden fish of our Hengtong Commercial Bank? I am also a Buddhist, so I will give you a discount." "I'll knock your head!" Murong Xiao was so angry that he trembled. "Amitabha." The old monk murmured a Buddhist name.
"Master, we meet again." Li Mo raised his eyebrows slightly. The old monk was Hengyuan. He didn't even know when he came or whether he had been waiting for them here all the time. He felt it was the latter. Li Mo asked: "Master, do you have any advice for us on this trip to Southern Xinjiang?" "......" Old monk Hengyuan practiced silent meditation. He couldn't say anything other than chanting and reading Buddhist scriptures. So he made gestures and gestured. Li Mo didn't understand. But Murong Xiao blurted out: "Just do good things...don't ask about the future?" "?" Li Mo looked at him unexpectedly. He didn't see Murong Xiao learn sign language. Why could he understand what the old monk meant? "Amitabha." Hengyuan's chanting was still echoing in his ears. But when he raised his head again, he didn't know where he had gone. Li Mo was a little unsure of the intentions of this powerful Zen master in the external scene realm. But judging from the information given by the God's Eye of Destiny, there should be no malice. In this case, there is no need to take it too seriously. Business is more important. "Brother Li, I have many recommendations for effective ambush. Would you like to take a look? Or tell me, what are you going to do in Southern Xinjiang?" Huang Donglai did not forget his original intention and took out a small notebook. It recorded many tricks to ambush people and the proportion of poison. "Actually, I went to Southern Xinjiang mainly to find people." Li Mo looked at the small notebook and his mouth twitched slightly. The cover clearly read "Martial Arts Survival Rules", and the first page recorded the zeroth item: [Beware of the hammer! ]
What is this? Huang Donglai heard this and thought for a while and said: "Then I know what Brother Li needs most." "What is it?" Li Mo asked. Huang Donglai pointed at himself: "It's me." Li Mo: "?" "The terrain and situation of Southern Xinjiang are as complicated as they are. There are not only the Southern Border Army stationed by Dayu, but also the demon tribe and the Summoning Demon Sect." "The border army is loosely managed, the Summoning Demon Sect is lurking in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to move, not to mention the demon tribe. The internal situation is even more complicated, with many mountains. This requires someone who knows the situation in Southern Xinjiang well. My hometown is in Southern Xinjiang." Hearing Huang Donglai's words, Li Mo pondered. He has always heard about the chaos in Southern Xinjiang. That is an area that the Dayu Dynasty has never completely controlled. Ahem..... In fact, from Huang Donglai's stable character, it can be seen that it is definitely not a good place to cultivate such a stable character. He and Murong Xiao rushed in like a fly. I don't know when they can reach the territory of the Mingjiao clan. Li Mo nodded and said, "I plan to go to the territory of the Mingjiao clan first. Brother Huang, you haven't saved enough money to buy medicinal herbs yet, right?" "Those medicinal herbs are expensive... Brother Li should buy what he needs first. The territory of the Mingjiao clan is very far away." Huang Donglai was a little entangled. Apart from poison and small gadgets for insidious people, he didn't know what to recommend to Brother Li. It seems that this one is also useful, and that one is also useful. He has never fought such a rich war. In the past, he would choose what he needed most to buy. "Brother Huang, have you ever calculated an account?" "What account?" Li Mo smiled slightly: "With this deposit slip, I will clear the inventory of the business, and there should be a surplus." Huang Donglai: "..." Who would make such calculations, I ask? But I thought, as long as I don't buy martial arts, weapons, etc.
It's enough. So the sales champion with the largest single-day turnover in the history of Hengtong Commercial Bank appeared. Sun Gui was very shocked when he heard the news. When he was about to ask the sales champion's name... he received the other party's resignation. Huang Xiaoguan has transformed himself into Mr. Li's exclusive guide to southern Xinjiang. A low-key carriage went straight out of Yunzhou City. This carriage looks simple, but in fact the material is extremely solid, and there are various emergency measures on it. There is also a very accurate map. Huang Donglai stood in front of the map and tapped it lightly: "Brother Li, this is the habitat of the Mingjiao tribe, called Heishuize." He carefully planned the route: "After leaving the South Gate from the Jinghai dense forest, our first stop is here!" Li Mo sat up and looked at it. The map clearly read: "Baoping Town." ......... Thousands of miles away. From the sky, the town is surrounded by mountains on three sides, as if it is contained in a bottle. On the green hills are lush terraces. The sky is bright, and three suns are scorching the earth, distorting the sweaty figures working in the fields. Some of the people's clothing styles are very different from those in the areas ruled by Dayu. While working, the people also chat with each other. "Hey, the harvest is not good this year." "We have to pay part of the tribute to the government troops, and I don't know if the rations can make it through this year." "But if we don't keep Qi to guard them, what if the monsters come into the village and eat people?" "Yes... Our village is considered peaceful. Haven't you heard that the village 800 miles away couldn't pay the food, so the government troops were withdrawn, and the whole village was eaten by disaster beasts." "By the way, the girl who passed by the village looks unusual." .....
While everyone was talking, they couldn't help but look not far away. In the pergola. There was a girl as clear as a cold moon, her eyes looking into the distance. Su Shou took out a mooncake from the big-headed doll. The pattern on the mooncake was surprisingly similar to the big-headed doll. ..... PS: There is another chapter, which will be published later.