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Chapter 110 Taoist Books

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Sun Shiwei laughed and said he thought it was something difficult and that Yang Silang should wait in the military camp.

He appointed a personal guard to take his name card to the prefectural government office to find an old friend to handle the matter, guaranteeing that as long as the item had not been targeted by powerful figures, it could be found today.

Yang Silang was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him.

Sun Shiwei didn't take it to heart and waved his hand, saying, "We're brothers, no need to be so polite."

He led Yang Silang around a small area of ​​the military camp, apologizing that the General was present today and it was inconvenient to explore to one's heart's content, but that he would make sure Yang had a proper tour another day.

Yang Silang hurriedly declined, saying that there was no need for Brother Sun to trouble himself.

The two strolled along and came to a stable.

This stable was built in a very special way. It was constructed with bricks and covered with yellow earth, with separate pens, ten in total, but each pen was extremely large and spacious.

Half of the ten pens were empty, housing only four horses and a blue donkey.

Yang Silang looked closely.

Those four horses were the same Yu Teng horses that had done so much work on the riverbank that day. After they came ashore, they were exhausted and rolled around on the ground, covered in dirt and foaming at the mouth, looking quite pathetic.

Today, the horses have recovered their energy, have been groomed and cleaned, and are now eating heartily with their heads down.

A servant added large chunks of flesh and blood to the manger, which smelled strongly of blood and the blood was multicolored. Yang Silang had killed several demons before, and he could tell from the smell and the look that it must be the flesh of a demon beast, and it might just be that unlucky Golden Spear Trout.

In addition, there were buckets of eggs and cooked rice poured in, filling the trough to overflowing, like a small mountain.

Yang Silang clicked his tongue in amazement. Although the strange horse was good, it ate an exaggerated amount. In this light, he could understand why his own black horse could eat so much.

Fortunately, Kuroko doesn't eat that much.

The daily expenses of this horse, when converted into gold and silver, might not be much cheaper than training a Steel-Dirty Grand Martial Master.

"What's so special about this donkey that it's kept with Yu Tengma?"

Yang Silang pointed curiously at the blue donkey.

This donkey looks ordinary, but its body is covered with knife and gun wounds, which have scabbed over. Its fur is filthy and tangled in a corner. It neither eats nor drinks. When Yang Silang points at it, its big eyes turn around with a stubborn expression and it brays a few times.

Compared to the plump and robust Yu Tengma, this donkey was already a head shorter and skinny; in terms of appearance alone, it was worlds apart.

Upon closer inspection, it does have some remarkable features: its four hooves are dark purple, and its blue tail is interspersed with wisps of purple fur.

Besides, this donkey would be just an ordinary stubborn donkey in the market, but here it would be very out of place and affect the style of the painting.

The manger in front of the donkey was also piled high, but it contained rotten meat, and even the eggs and rice had a stench. Aside from the fact that the donkey liked to eat rotten food, judging from its expression, it was clear that it would rather go hungry.

They had been hungry for so long that even the feed in the manger tasted bad.

When Sun Shiwei saw Yang Silang pointing at the donkey, a hint of displeasure flashed across his face.

"Hey, don't even mention it."

"This is my lord, the General, who was ordered a few months ago to lead his troops to support the southern frontier. He killed the Chen general in battle and captured his mount."

"This is a demonic beast, a hybrid offspring of a donkey demon and some other powerful demon, its bloodline is impure."

"It looks ordinary, but it runs faster than a fish or a horse. Although it cannot enter the river, it is very good at carrying heavy loads and can also climb mountains. If it hadn't lingered with its master and refused to leave, it would have been difficult to capture it."

"My commander-in-chief admires its extraordinary loyalty and bravery and wants to tame it to keep it as a backup horse."

"As it turns out, this stubborn donkey is very resistant to hunger. It survived for more than a few months without food or water. However, it looks like it won't last much longer. Because it has been starving for too long, its original purple skin has gradually faded, and it has damaged its vital energy. If it is released now, it may not be able to outrun an ordinary horse."

"The important one is the General. Although he values ​​talent, he dislikes stubborn personalities."

"I think this demon donkey will either die and become food for the fish-teng horse, or it will be resold, but it won't fetch a good price, since it has dropped in rank and no longer has sharp claws or thick armor."

Yang Silang had read "The Record of Seeing Demons" and knew that some demons had the instinct to survive in extremely harsh environments, even without food or water, by depleting their source energy and lowering their rank. However, they would find it extremely difficult to recover afterwards. It seemed that this donkey demon was one of them.

He felt a little regretful; this donkey demon was loyal, so he might as well spare its life.

However, Yang Silang wisely kept quiet. The General's decision was law in the military camp, so why should he say anything?

The two men wandered around the camp for a short while before the attendant returned, carrying a tightly sealed box that still emitted a faint, pungent, fishy smell. He reported that the matter had been completed.

Sun Shiwei handed the box to Yang Silang.

Yang Silang hurriedly thanked him. He had thought things might go smoothly, but he didn't expect it to be so quick. It was true that having connections in the government made things easier, and this has always been the case throughout history.

Sun Shiwei didn't take it seriously, saying it was just a small favor. He invited him to drink another day, personally escorted him out of the military camp, and then instructed his attendants.

"If this person comes to see me again in two or three days and says he has business to attend to, tell him that Brother Ye and I are busy and we will meet again in a day."

"If he comes back in half a month or a month, serve him good tea and make him wait for half a day."

"Come again in March or April, and immediately inform Brother Ye and me. Do not delay."

Yang Silang left the military camp, carrying the box with great joy.

Unfortunately, Brother Sun seemed to be warm and hospitable, handling everything perfectly, making people feel at home even in the military camp.

This feeling is so comfortable that it doesn't feel real.

He was indeed grateful for their help, but he would try to avoid troubling Commanders Sun and Ye as much as possible in the future, as there was a real reason for this situation and there was nothing he could do about it.

On the way back.

Yang Silang went to the pharmacy and bought calming incense. This was a precious incense used to treat weakness and mental deficiency. It was not hard to find, but the price was very high.

The next step is to find a Taoist technique that can be practiced.

The abbot of the Dharma Protector Temple must be there.

Yang Silang touched his head, reluctant to part with his shiny black hair.

No, no, this body is still that of a virgin, there are too many worldly pleasures I have not yet seen, it is not appropriate to just enter the Buddhist order and renounce all worldly desires.

Since the authorities have intentionally restricted its dissemination, it is not so easy to find.

Yang Silang rolled his eyes and immediately turned and went to the Hanshan Martial Arts School.

That evening.

He then dressed in black, concealed his face, changed his appearance, and quietly left the martial arts hall.

The provincial government also has a black market.

Having successfully obtained the location of the black market from Tong Baisui, he decided to investigate. If it wasn't available in the provincial black market, then it truly was not.

They hurried out of the city wall and along the river for more than half an hour until they came to an abandoned village.

This village, being so close to the provincial capital, should not have been abandoned. However, a tragedy occurred here a hundred years ago when evil spirits caused trouble and killed everyone in the village.

As a result, strangers from the surrounding villages avoided the area, and even the largest landowners who owned the most fertile land abandoned their fields and left the place. It was abandoned from then on and eventually became a black market stronghold.

There are two exits at the entrance and the end of the village, and there are people guarding them.

Similar to the black market in Gongzhou Prefecture, Yang Silang paid two taels of silver at the counter before entering.

Inside, rows of dilapidated houses served as stalls; thatched huts were considered small stalls, wooden huts were medium-sized, and brick huts represented large, established vendors.

As for the several courtyard houses in the village, they are occupied by the most powerful merchants. Their true identities are unknown, but they are long-limbed and can get their hands on rare and valuable goods that others cannot.

Yang Silang was new to the place and wasn't in a hurry to buy anything. He strolled around and figured out that there were about a hundred stalls here, and the things they sold were more numerous and varied than those in the black market of Gongzhou Prefecture, and were also a step up in quality.

For example, you can find the complete martial arts manual of the Steel Dirty Grandmaster at ordinary stalls, and even the secret manual of the Mercury Blood Grandmaster at large stalls. If we extrapolate from this, wouldn't there be the secret manual of the Golden Marrow Grandmaster for sale in the courtyard?

There was a courtyard called the Beast Courtyard. Yang Silang went in for a stroll and was amazed by what he saw. He saw a hybrid pony that clearly had the characteristics of a Yu Tengma horse and was priced at two thousand gold coins.

This foal has fewer fish scales on its legs and shorter hair on its body, making it clearly a bit more mixed in lineage than a true Yuteng horse, thus lowering its potential, but it can still be considered a top-tier steed on the market.

After all, the imperial horses could not be sold on the market.

The origin of this little horse is very suspicious. How could it have been leaked out without the cooperation of a powerful figure in the General's Camp?

Yang Silang clicked his tongue in amazement and circled around twice. The horse was good, but he couldn't afford to buy it. Besides, even if he did buy it, he couldn't afford to maintain it. Riding it out would easily attract criticism since he wasn't a person with any background. Forget it.

He then strolled through the large courtyard house, which was called the Herbal Medicine Shop, the Iron Weapon Shop, and the Materials Stall, and suddenly realized that the several thousand taels of silver he had in his pocket were not much money at all.

Of all his possessions, only the three-stage golden pills stored in that compartment and the Toad Armor he wore could be considered good items.

At last.

Yang Silang entered a large courtyard house called Shuxiangfang.

He secretly looked around but didn't see the Golden Marrow Grandmaster's Manual, nor did he see any Taoist books.

Judging from the size of the stalls, since there are large stalls, there must be even better ones in this courtyard. It seems that the Grandmaster's secret manuals are not easily displayed outside, and the Taoist books are probably kept even more secret.

On the first night, Yang Silang spent several hundred taels of silver to buy some odds and ends, but returned empty-handed.

He was not discouraged.

They went like this for seven consecutive nights, spending some silver each day to buy Qi-guiding pills, meridian-expanding powders, edible demon pills for black spots, and demon beast meat to replenish Qi and blood.

Using the name "Bloodslayer," I managed to become a familiar face—but because I didn't remove the mask, I can only be considered half-familiar.

This day.

Yang Silang went to Shuxiangfang and entered a secluded room where a mask shopkeeper was waiting. His mask was a large "囍" (double happiness) character with two strokes drawn on either side of the "口" (mouth) character to form a smiling lip, which was very festive.

This is a private room for buying and selling valuables.

The other party perked up and asked the customer what they wanted.

Yang Silang took out the Three-Turn Golden Pill from his pocket and waved it, claiming that he wanted to barter for the Golden Marrow Grandmaster Manual.

Shopkeeper Xi was immediately invigorated. He took the golden pill and examined it thoroughly, even cutting off a few hairs to taste before nodding in agreement.

"Sir, the goods are correct, but not enough. A three-stage Golden Elixir can be exchanged for seven hundred gold coins, but you still need three hundred gold coins!"

Yang Silang reached into his sleeve and rummaged around for a moment. With a thought, the silver notes in the compartment disappeared and appeared in his hand.

After verifying the documents, Manager Xi nodded, turned and went out, returning shortly afterward with several books.

One of them is "Wind and Thunder Slash," a martial art that uses the sword as a means of martial arts, practiced by the Grandmaster of the State of Wei.

One of them is "Five Roots Palm," a book learned by a former eunuch master of the previous dynasty in this country. It is domineering and ruthless.

There is also a book on hard qigong called "Inviting the Gods Technique" from the cult Laomujiao.

Yang Silang flipped through the introductions to several martial arts techniques and immediately shook his head like a windmill.

"This is inappropriate, this is inappropriate..."

"The Wind and Thunder Slash requires blood to nourish the blade, but my own blood and energy are insufficient; how could I possibly have enough to feed the blade?"

"Ordinary people cannot practice the Five Roots Palm technique because their six senses are impure. They must cut off their main root to cultivate it. I still want to keep my root..."

"As for the incantation to the gods, we kowtow and pray to the old mother day and night."

"I was born with only one mother, and now I have another mother out of nowhere."

"Leaving aside what my mother thinks, how can my father possibly stand it?"

Shopkeeper Xi smiled, showing no anger whatsoever.

"Our shop is small, and we only have these three complete manuals. We also have some incomplete ones, but we can guarantee their authenticity without guaranteeing that you can master them."

"Sir, why don't you take another look around?"

With a wave of his hand, Yang Silang revealed the hidden dagger.

"Since there are no suitable martial arts manuals, then Taoist books will suffice..."

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