Five days later.
Notting City.
Tang San carried a somewhat worn cloth bag and walked out of the side door of the Nuoding Academy.
Several senior students happened to pass by on the other side.
When one of them saw Tang San, he immediately stretched out his hand to hold the shoulder of his companion next to him, pretended to press it down, and then jumped forward suddenly.
"See, this is Tang San's first Soul Skill!"
"Blue Silver Pole Vault!"
Several people laughed.
Tang San stopped for a moment, and his right hand hanging by his side slowly clenched.
When his Blue Silver Grass completes his transformation, these people will naturally know that Ten-Year Soul Ring does not mean that he will always be laughed at.
Tang San remembered the voices of the people behind him and continued walking into the city.
Nothing more useful can be found in the college library.
He could only put his hope in those old books of Notting City that no one cares about.
In a dark old book shop, the owner was dozing behind the counter. Hearing Tang San come in, he just raised his eyelids, and then lowered his head again.
Tang San is used to this.
He went straight to the corner and rummaged through the lowest-priced old books.
Most of the books were in dilapidated condition, and some of them could not even read their titles clearly. Tang San flipped through more than a dozen books in succession, but still could not find anything related to plants Martial Soul.
Until he pulled out an uncovered herbal notebook from the bottom, the smell of medicine remaining between the pages made Tang San stop.
He quickly flipped through the previous pages.
The above records are all common herbs, several of which have very close properties to those in the Tang Sect classic. There are also several combinations that are rough, but not unreasonable.
This is not something that ordinary people can write.
Tang San is turning the pages faster and faster.
A red and white spring pattern comes into view.
Sunset Forest, Jade Phosphorus Poison Miasma, the intersection of the two forces of extreme cold and extreme heat caused changes in the nearby vegetation.
On the last page, only a blur of writing remained.
If the plant Martial Soul can obtain the treasures of heaven and earth near the spring, it can refine its foundation and make up for its congenital defects.
Tang San stared at those lines of words, his chest rising and falling more and more obviously.
At the bottom of the text, there are five small characters that have faded.
Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
"How much does this book cost?"
Tang San raised his head suddenly.
The shopkeeper was awakened by his voice, glanced at the old book without a cover, and waved his hand casually.
"Two Copper Soul Coin, take them away."
Tang San immediately took out the money and put it on the counter, holding the herbal note tightly in his arms.
After walking out of the bookstore, he looked back in the direction of the Nuoding Academy.
White Soul Ring, Blue Silver Pole Vault, and the sneer eyes falling on him flashed through his mind again.
Tang San The gloominess in his eyes was gradually replaced by heat.
"Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well..."
He grasped the herb notebook tightly, his fingers turning slightly white from exertion.
"This time, no one can take away my opportunity."
After returning to the work-study student dormitory, Tang San immediately closed the door tightly.
There was no one else in the room, so he put the cloth bag on the bed and took out the herbal notebook again.
Tang San did not go directly to the last few pages, but started from the first page and rechecked every herb recorded on it.
The owner of the notes did not seem to know those medicinal herbs, and could only record them based on their appearance, smell, and medicinal properties tested by himself.
The names of several medicinal herbs are even completely wrong, but there is nothing wrong with the medicinal properties recorded in them.
In particular, the changes produced after mixing the two poisonous weeds are almost exactly consistent with the description in Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.
The last doubt in Tang San's heart also dissipated.
This notebook is real.
Although the person who left the note did not understand the real advanced pharmacology, he had indeed been to that place and had come into contact with the medicinal herbs growing near Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
Tang San grabbed the wooden box under the bed and opened the box. There were only a dozen Copper Soul Coin inside, as well as a few iron needles that had not yet been polished.
This money is far from enough.
The journey from Notting City to Sunset Forest is more than a thousand miles. At his current age, it is impossible for him to pass through so many wilderness and Soul Beast-infested areas alone, so he can only follow the caravan.
Tang San closed the wooden box, took the remaining money and left the dormitory, all the way to the blacksmith shop in the south of the city.
The fire was rising in the shop.
Several bare-chested blacksmiths were hammering iron materials around the stove, and the intense hammering sound made people's eardrums hurt.
The owner of the blacksmith shop saw Tang San and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"Why are you here at this time?"
"Have there been any caravans heading north recently?"
Tang San walked to the stove and asked directly, "It's best to pass by Heaven Dou City, or not far from Sunset Forest."
The boss put down the iron pliers in his hand and looked at him suspiciously.
"Why are you asking about this?"
"I'm going to find a medicinal herb."
"Just you?"
The boss frowned.
"It takes a month or two by car to go from Notting City to Heaven Dou City. It is common to encounter robbers or Soul Beast on the road, and death is common. You are a six-year-old child, do you think your life is too long?"
"I will protect myself."
Tang San is not prepared to explain too much, "Just tell me where to find the caravan."
Seeing his firm attitude, the boss could only shake his head.
"There is a caravan preparing to go north the day after tomorrow. They come to Notting City every year to buy ironware and grain, and their last stop is Heaven Dou City."
"Take me to them."
Tang San's eyes lit up with a light.
"Don't be too happy yet."
The boss pointed to his wooden box.
"The caravan is not a charity. With your little money, you can't even survive for half a month."
"I can repair their ironwork and axles."
Tang San looked at several deformed axles piled in the corner.
"As long as they take me north, I can work all the way without getting paid."
The boss stared at him for a moment, and finally took Tang San to the backyard of the blacksmith shop.
A dozen trucks were parked in the open space.
A stout middle-aged man was squatting next to the car to check the wheel axle, with a very ugly face. Several guys next to him tried for a long time, but they still couldn't put the deformed iron hoop back on the wheel.
"Captain Zhao."
The owner of the blacksmith shop walked over and pointed at Tang San who was following behind him.
"This guy wants to take your car north. He has no money, but his blacksmithing skills are good. He should be able to help by repairing axles and repairing iron tools along the way."
Captain Zhao raised his head and glanced at Tang San.
"Him?"
"I have more than 20 cars in my caravan. If something goes wrong, I want a child to fix it for me?"
Several of the guys around also laughed.
Tang San didn't argue. He walked to the deformed iron hoop, stretched out his hand to test the weight, and then took the hammer from the blacksmith's hand.
Bang!
Tang San adjusts the position, and the second hammer falls immediately.
Sparks splashed.
The curvature of the iron hoop quickly recovered. He did not pause. He hammered down one after another. After more than a dozen hammers, the iron hoop refitted the wheel.
Tang San put down the hammer, ran cold water through the iron hoop, and turned the wheel with his own hands to check it again.
The wheels turned smoothly and no longer made the same harsh sound as before.
Captain Zhao walked around the truck and kicked the wheels again.
"It's really a big deal."
He looked at Tang San again.
"What's your name?"
"Tang San."
"The seventh car just needs a handyman."
Captain Zhao took off a wooden sign with the caravan mark from his waist and threw it towards Tang San.
"There is no wages, and you can only eat the same food as the workers. If you are not able to endure the hardships on the way, the caravan will not turn around and send you back."
Tang San caught the wooden sign.
"Okay."
"Gather at the North Gate early the day after tomorrow."
Captain Zhao ignored him and turned around to continue checking other trucks.
Tang San left the blacksmith shop holding the wooden sign.
In the next two days, he hardly rested.
During the day, he stayed at the blacksmith shop to make iron needles and the parts needed for Sleeve Arrow.
At night, he returned to his dormitory, ground several medicinal herbs into powder, and put them into small bottles that he had prepared in advance.
These antidotes were far from precious, but they had already consumed his remaining money.
In a narrow alleyway in the south of the city, a middle-aged man in ordinary clothes watched Tang San return to the college.
When Tang San's back disappeared, the middle-aged man took out a note from his sleeve.
There is only one line of writing on the note.
Tang San has obtained a place in the caravan going north, and will leave Notting City the day after.
Soon after, a gray homing pigeon flew over the city wall and headed straight for Heaven Dou.