Chapter 74 The Deacon of Fang City (Please read more!)
Chapter 74 Deacon of Fangshi (please follow up!)
The Golden Sparrow Sword is made of real gold from the West. When used to the extreme, it will be accompanied by the chirping of birds, and it is known for its speed.
This golden dagger was the flying sword that Meng Zhaode prepared for himself when he switched to kendo.
Among the first-level flying swords, the Golden Bird Sword is at the top.
To be honest, if you sell it in the market, it will cost at least two to three hundred spiritual stones more than the Black Bamboo Sword.
However, after being idle for hundreds of years without being nourished by spiritual energy, the inside of the Golden Bird Sword has become stagnant and dark, and its magic power cannot function properly.
"In this case, you have to find a sword furnace to refine it again and absorb enough metal essence to repair it."
Bai Zichen flicked the Golden Bird Sword, making a dull sound like dead wood.
"Go back and warm up the swordsmanship and see if it has any effect."
If this Golden Bird Sword can be repaired, it will be more useful than the Black Bamboo Sword in many situations.
I made up my mind to practice the art of raising swords when I return home.
If that doesn't work, then ask the Weapon Refining Hall for help through Elder Peng Chong.
The Galaxy Sword Formation was so shocking to Bai Zichen that he knew that he would never be able to successfully set up the formation, but he always wanted to try it.
"It's too exaggerated to collect twelve flying swords. It would be very difficult for ordinary swordsmen to support one natal flying sword... There are twelve flying swords at once. No matter how rich you are, you can't help but make them like this!"
Bai Zichen secretly smacked his lips when he calculated the value of twelve first-level flying swords, let alone high-level flying swords.
The prerequisite for that Galaxy Sword Lord's unparalleled combat power is that his net worth is ten times that of the normal Nascent Soul True Lord.
However, with the original Taibai Sword Sect behind them, it might be much easier to collect those many flying swords.
In addition to the above items, there are two second-level talismans in the medium-grade storage bag, a Yellow Turban Hercules Talisman, and a Forbidden Breaking Talisman, all of which are valuable.
"Senior Meng, as long as I can form the elixir, I will definitely fulfill your last wish!"
After sorting out Meng Zhaode's belongings, Bai Zichen bowed far away in the direction of the abandoned cave and reiterated his words.
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In the central street of Qingfengmenfang, in a three-story secluded room of a teahouse.
Lang Zhongping quickly handled the general affairs, and the stewards lined up in the sect waiting to be received, reporting on the recent events that required his decision-making.
The conversation with each steward would last no longer than a cup of tea. No matter how difficult the matter was, Lang Zhongping would give a solution after hesitating for a moment.
If a decision cannot be made at the moment, write down your own opinions and forward them to other deacons for discussion, or submit them to the two mayors and elders.
As one of the four deacons responsible for specific general affairs in the city, Lang Zhongping is in charge of all transactions between the Tongxiuxian family and can be regarded as one of the most powerful figures.
One of his decisions can affect the income of many cultivating families for several years, and more casual cultivating families rely on him to survive.
Lang Zhongping has a reputation among the deacons of Qingfeng Sect for being proficient in common affairs. After being transferred to Fangshi two years ago, the amount of spiritual stones he is in charge of and handed over to the sect every year has been rising steadily.
However, in his early fifties, he still had some hope for the Tao and still devoted half of his time to cultivation every month.
"Master Deacon, I heard that the sect intends to separate Fangshi and establish a hall?"
After the steward finished his report, he did not leave the private room. Instead, he took two steps forward and quietly inquired.
"Where did I hear the news? The establishment of a new palace has a great impact. How can we comment on it? Before the headmaster and the two ancestors said anything, it was all nonsense!"
Lang Zhongping showed no emotion or anger. This manager was his confidant, and some important and private matters were usually entrusted to him.
How would anyone else dare to ask such a question?
When Fangshi was first established, it was just a branch office under the General Affairs Hall.
As the scale expanded, more and more spiritual stones were handed over to the sect every year, and the importance of the market increased accordingly.
First, it was separated from the General Affairs Hall, and then gradually formed a management structure of two elders and four deacons.
There have been rumors of a self-contained palace for several years, but Lang Zhongping knows that it is not that simple here.
The layout of Qingfengmen's five halls and seven halls has been passed down for thousands of years. How many interests will be involved and how many people's positions will be affected by adding a new hall.
It's not just the intention of a few elders, just some middle-level deacons who jump up and down to get things done.
If Lang Zhongping, a powerful deacon, gets involved in such matters, he will be shattered to pieces if he is not careful.
Anyway, according to the information he has, affected by the war between good and evil, the business in the market has increased by an average of 30% in the past few months. A large number of rooms have been expanded in the periphery, and it is estimated that thousands of new casual cultivators have settled in the market.
near the city.
The next round of shop leases in Lunfang City will be increased again, so there is no need to worry about his evaluation results.
"Yes, yes... the Xu family would like to invite you to gather at Rumeng Tower in the evening. Are you free? If there are other arrangements, I will go back to the head of the Xu family."
"The Xu family...are they the Xu family who want to rent the shop at No. 3, East Street, for thirty years?"
Lang Zhongping immediately retrieved information about the Xu family from his mind. An ordinary family of casual cultivators had visited several times and wanted to rent a shop in a good location.
As long as there is a shop in the core area of Fangshi, no matter what is sold, it will be a stable income that can be guaranteed by drought or flood.
Even if you don't have stable production at home, you can still make some hard-earned money by spending more time, contacting several supply channels outside and selling some raw materials.
In recent years, as the market has become more and more prosperous, the few remaining shops are no longer for sale, and a few shops that are in urgent need of spiritual stones due to accidents have even been repurchased at high prices.
Stores that are leased out are divided into three types of leases: ten years, twenty years, and thirty years.
"You kid, how much benefit did you receive from the old man of the Xu family to pass the message for him?"
"I really can't hide anything from you... I didn't think that the old man of the Xu family said he wanted to marry his granddaughter to the Lord's house as a concubine. You are always alone in the market with no one to serve you.
I agreed. Otherwise, no matter how many spiritual stones the Xu family stuffs, I won’t dare to deliver the message to him.”
"You, you... that's all. I have nothing to do tonight, so I'm going to see what old man Xu has planned. We have a thirty-year contract, and I don't take it lightly now."
Lang Zhongping stretched out his hand and nodded towards the young steward. Recalling the beautiful girl who followed the head of the Xu family at the last banquet, he agreed with a warm heart.
"Hey, how many years you can rent it is not something you always say."
Seeing that the matter was done, the young steward had received an account of the ten spiritual stones from the head of the Xu family, and happily prepared to go out and arrange the banquet at Rumenglou.
"Master Deacon, there is an inner disciple Bai Zichen who wants to see you. He is already waiting in the VIP room on the second floor."
There were two light knocks on the door, and a Taoist priest said through the door.
"At this time... Sir, why don't you meet him later?"
It was too late to meet the guests at this hour, and it was too late for the dinner. The young steward complained in his mind that this inner disciple didn't pick a time when he came to visit, but when he turned around, he found that Lang Zhongping had jumped up from the couch.
"Bring Junior Brother Bai up quickly... No, I'll go down to see him. You go and take out the good spiritual tea stored in the storehouse and brew it."
Lang Zhong straightened his entire robe and rushed to the VIP room on the second floor in a few steps.
The young steward was stunned for a moment. When did his own steward become so enthusiastic?
I remember last year when a true disciple came to visit Fangshi, Deacon Lang didn’t even take the initiative to lower his rank to greet him.