Chapter 439: Kunlun house speculators, Mrs. Shangyuan
"Mrs. Taiyin and Qingtongjun..."
Facing Madam Taiyin's question, Kong Qing couldn't help but turn his head and thought about it silently.
"It was just a one-sided relationship at the beginning, and the ladies were so beautiful and radiant that I didn't dare to look directly at them, so..."
Having said this, Kong Qing shook his head apologetically, then looked up at Mrs. Shangyuan.
"May I ask, madam, why do you ask this question?"
"Hehehe..."
After hearing Kong Qing's words, Mrs. Shangyuan seemed very happy and her smile became even brighter.
"Nothing, nothing... I just remembered the scene when I met the real person and felt something in my heart."
With that said, Mrs. Shangyuan picked up the wine glass in front of her and raised it high towards Kong Qing.
"Come here, I'll give you a glass of wine."
"Thank you!"
Kong Qing also raised the wine glass in his hand and paid homage to the smiling Mrs. Shangyuan from a distance.
"Drink victory!"
Tons tons tons...
After swallowing all the wine in his mouth, Kong Qing smacked his mouth silently.
I have to say that this so-called aged wine is indeed good, but it must have something to do with Kunlun's immortal method for storage. Otherwise, the wine from the time of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty would definitely not be drinkable now.
"correct……"
After putting down the wine glass, Mrs. Shangyuan seemed to ask again accidentally.
"Mr. Lang, may I ask if there are any vacant rooms like Nu's in our Qingdu Temple that can be rented out?"
"this……"
Kong Qing thought for a moment, then shook his head.
"If it was still there before, but recently because there have been so many Taoist priests coming to see and place orders, now even the side hall and woodshed are being used, and there really are no houses available for rent."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kong Qing saw that the smile on Mrs. Yuan's face became even more vivid.
"What about outside the Taoist temple? Are there any courtyards like Sister Zong Qiong's that are located near the Taoist temple?"
"This one is gone too!"
Kong Qing answered truthfully.
"Pindao said just now that there are too many Taoist priests coming to Biguan to place orders this time, so Biguan's properties near Qingduguan are already full, but madam, if you want to change to a larger yard,
Pindao can introduce the owners of the properties near Biguan to Madam. As long as Madam pays a fair price, there will definitely be no problem."
"Ah! Then there's no need..."
Mrs. Shangyuan waved her hand with satisfaction and said with a smile.
"The Nu family has bought all the properties nearby that are not affiliated with Qingdu Temple."
After hearing Mrs. Shangyuan's words, Kong Qing blinked in confusion.
Mrs. Shangyuan is truly worthy of being a tyrannical second-generation immortal. She actually bought all the properties around Qingdu Temple without blinking an eye. What a big deal...
But what is she going to do when she buys a house?
Could it be that they plan to push up housing prices and then sell them at a high level, becoming a Wenzhou...Kunlun real estate speculator?
The next moment, Kong Qing laughed and shook his head!
How is this possible? Who is Mrs. Shangyuan? She is the daughter of the Queen Mother of the West, a long-established immortal who attained Taoism in Xuangu, and the true identity of the president. She is the immortal official of Shangyuan for three days, and is a well-known figure among female immortals.
Such people go to real estate speculation to make money from ordinary people...
How is that possible!
Please! She is a fairy, not a real estate capitalist in future generations. She cannot do this kind of dehumanizing act of knocking the bones and sucking out the marrow of ordinary people.
Sure enough, the next moment Kong Qing heard Mrs. Shangyuan's still casual tone.
"My family has no other meaning in buying these houses. I just saw that because of the shortage of housing here, Lang Jun, many Taoist priests can only come here to study every day. It is very hard, so I want to give you a little help, Lang Jun."
It’s just strength.”
After hearing Mrs. Shangyuan's words, Kong Qing's first reaction was that he was a little confused. Even day students showed up. Has Pindao turned into a university? His second reaction was that he was a little touched! I couldn't help but
Said, this second generation immortal is really too considerate...
When he saw something inappropriate about himself, he immediately took the initiative to offer help... no wonder those scholars dreamed of a goddess falling from the sky as their wife.
Thinking of this, Kong Qing couldn't help but raise the wine glass in his hand with gratitude.
"Thank you madam, Qingwei is grateful!"
"where……"
Mrs. Shangyuan also raised her wine glass, with a calm expression on her face, hiding her merit and fame.
"It's just a convenience, it doesn't deserve your thanks!"
…
"God's decree cannot be rectified..."
In the back garden of Prince Qi's Mansion, a certain scribe wearing a Taoist robe was sitting on a rockery next to the garden pond, with a look of sorrow on his face, while muttering something in his mouth.
, while raising the wine bottle in his hand and drinking heavily.
"Maybe you will die old with your beautiful hair, or you will be pregnant and encounter disaster. Feeling that the past mourning has not been forgotten, new disasters will come again! The flowers are applied late, and the morning dew is earlier than the morning dew. Feeling that the deceased is not pursued, the love is suddenly lost.
The sky is high and there are no steps. Who can complain if you hate me for this?"
When he said this, the scribe had already burst into tears and burst into tears.
"Who can complain about this hatred? Who can complain about it?"
Behind him, the servants and maids who were coming and going in Prince Qi's Mansion seemed to have long been accustomed to the scribe's actions. No one came forward to comfort the crying scribe. Even when they passed by, they all
He walked around carefully from the side, as if the scribe was carrying some kind of plague.
However, the scribe seemed to have been accustomed to this kind of treatment. After crying for a long time, he calmed down again. Regardless of whether the pond in front of him was dirty or not, he directly reached forward, took a handful, and rubbed it on his face.
Apply it a few times.
After washing the snot and tears from his face, he raised his head again, raised the wine bottle in his hand, and poured it into his mouth.
"Looking at things here and worrying about things, I leave behind my love for the world..."
As his hand shook a few times near his lips, two or three drops of wine dripped from the jug. The scribe shook the jug in his hand, but there was no sound at all. It was already empty.
"Haha... I feel so sad when I'm drinking wine. I think about my old days. I can't express my feelings for wine, and I feel sad and bitter."
A wry smile appeared on the scribe's face, and then he threw the empty wine bottle in his hand into the pond in front of him.
"Go and have a rest, go and have a rest!"
As he spoke, the scribe raised his head and fell behind him. He took advantage of the situation and stretched his hands back. But when he reached halfway, he suddenly felt a round and smooth thing in front of his hand.
The scribe turned around and saw a scribe who was dressed very similar to himself, wearing a Taoist robe. However, compared to his own, the other Taoist's robe was more luxurious and was edged with gold threads.
He recognized him at a glance, it was Master Song... no, that shameless traitor Song Xuanbai's best friend, the Yufeng Mountain God from Jianghuai.
"Pei Sheng..."
The God of Yufeng Mountain did not mind that the rockery around the scribe was dirty. He lifted his robe indifferently, sat down on the rockery, and stuffed the round wine bottle that Pei Zhan had just touched into his robe.
in hand.
"Cao Zijian's "Elegy for a Traveling Girl" in Pei Sheng's mouth is as sad as the Baxia Mourning Monkey. Could it be that Pei Sheng also had a daughter die?"
"hehe……"
Pei Zhan laughed dryly, lifted the wine bottle handed to him by Yufeng Mountain God without any care, opened his mouth and poured it in.
Tons tons tons!
After swallowing several large gulps, Pei Zhan stopped and wiped the wine on his chin with his hand because he poured it too quickly.
"I don't have a daughter, and I probably won't have one in this life!"
"oh!"
The Yufeng Mountain God nodded, and then when the dizzy Pei Zhan was not paying attention, he reached out and poked his back a few times, and the divine power penetrated in quietly.
The next moment, six spots of light appeared directly on Pei Zhan's face, taking on the shape of a South Dou.
After seeing the strange look on Pei Zhan's face, Yufeng Mountain God's eyes shrank slightly, and then he calmly withdrew his hand from Pei Zhan's back.
"Since Pei Sheng has no daughter, why is he so sympathetic to "The Lament of a Traveling Girl"? Even I can't help but be moved by Pei Sheng's recitation."
"I feel the same! Haha..."
After hearing what Yufeng Mountain God said, Pei Zhan repeated the other person's words in a daze, and then laughed.
"Yes, life and death are serious matters, and everything can change in a blink of an eye. I really feel the same way..."
"Hahaha……"
After hearing what Pei Zhan said, the Yufeng Mountain God twisted his beard with his hand and laughed.
"Sheng Pei, you really feel the same way. After all, you need to live every moment as the last moment, because you may be alive and well at this moment, but your head will fall to the ground the next moment. This kind of life and death hangs on a thread.
It feels like if it goes on for a long time, it can really drive people crazy.”
"Cough cough cough..."
As soon as Yufeng Mountain God finished speaking, he saw Pei Zhan, who was drinking, suddenly pause, and the next moment, he heard the other party coughing as if heartbreaking.
"how?"
The Yufeng Mountain God stretched out his hand and patted Pei Zhan's back gently. A gentle divine power entered Pei Zhan's body along his hand and began to soothe his violent cough.
"Pei Sheng, is this what I told you?"
"yes!"
Pei Zhan paused from coughing, then reached out and grabbed the Yufeng Mountain God's sleeve.
"Honored God, may I ask you if you saw something?"
"good!"
Yufeng Mountain God nodded calmly.
"After all, Brother Xuanbai is also good at the art of borrowing objects to replace shapes, so it is not surprising to find Brother Pei's strange behavior from some clues."
"God, you can also..."
After hearing these words from the Yufeng Mountain God, Pei Zhan's eyes instantly lit up. He sat up suddenly, threw the wine bottle in his hand to the side, then reached into the pond with both hands, and fetched water to wash it.
His face, then wet his hair and straighten it out.
After finishing taking care of his appearance, Pei Zhan lifted his Taoist robe and knelt down in front of the Yufeng Mountain God with a pop.
"Now that the god has seen it, please ask the god to save Pei's life. Pei will sit in front of the horse and tie the grass with a ring in his mouth to repay the favor!"
"this one?"
Yufeng Mountain God showed a hesitant expression on his face.
"This spell must be of one mind, and the breath must be mixed. If you had resisted before, you would not be able to cast it successfully. In other words, you should have been willing to become Brother Xuanbai's substitute. If I interfered,
, not very suitable..."
Before Yufeng Mountain God finished speaking, Pei Zhan had already kowtowed on the ground with a bang.
"Zunshen Rongzhen, I was deceived by Song Xuanbai when I was practicing this with Brother Lu, Brother Xue and others. I really never thought about becoming someone's substitute. Please give me a big boost, Zunshen."
Mercy, save someone!"
"So that's it..."
Yufeng Mountain God touched his beard with his hand and said thoughtfully.
"Then I can't blame you, but once this spell is successfully cast, it will be very difficult to break it."
Bang bang bang!
Pei Zhan kowtowed as hard as pounding garlic on the rockery. After a while, his forehead turned blood red.
"Please have mercy on God! Please have mercy on God..."
"That's all! For the sake of your perseverance, I will help you just once."
After Pei Zhan kowtowed for a long time, Yufeng Mountain God waved his sleeves and seemed to have made up his mind.
"Thinking about Brother Xuanbai's ability, it shouldn't hurt to have one less substitute!"