Chapter 112 Different market conditions, no conspiracy
"Do you want to be knowledgeable? The two senior brothers think highly of me."
Chen Mou and Xu'er were walking back home, with a smile on his lips.
His talents are unique, and most of them are based on the Heavenly Jade. Of course, his swordsmanship "talent" is something he has truly learned by himself, and is not fake in the slightest.
I walked around the street with Xu'er in hand, and leisurely turned into the Donglai Inn opposite.
He had also heard from Senior Brother Cui earlier that this inn was owned by Xuanduguan. Ning Weizhi, Yin Yiyun and others who came to Fangshi all stayed at Donglai Inn without spending a single spiritual stone.
He handed the shopkeeper behind the counter a stamped note, handwritten by Senior Brother Cui.
The middle-aged shopkeeper read it carefully, put away the note, and invited the two distinguished guests into the adjacent room with a smile on his face.
After a conversation and a pot of spiritual tea, Chen Mou got three low-level magical artifact embryos. The middle-aged shopkeeper sent a man to buy them back at a nearby shop and handed over one hundred and fifty spiritual stones. Chen Mou stood up and left.
In the entire city of Cheung Chau, the status of casual cultivators is low. Even casual cultivators in the Foundation Establishment realm find it difficult to purchase certain items.
If Chen Mou did not return to Xuandu to pay homage to his ancestor, his status would not be fulfilled. For the ordinary ores and materials he needs in the future, he can ask Donglai Inn to buy them from other shops on his behalf.
Xuer scrambled to wrap up the magical artifact and carry it on her back. The magical artifact she had longed for, the sword, was finally in her possession.
Three days later, when it was almost dusk, Xu'er got the upper handle of Kai Feng's custom-made sword. It was of ordinary style, and she had worked hard to forge it with hammer and hammer. She couldn't put it down, and she was so excited that she quickly jumped onto the wooden stake.
I was addicted to wielding sword light, and I didn't jump down to have dinner until Ying'er urged me three times with a smile.
Chen Mou likes the relaxed atmosphere where the family sits around the same table to eat and chat.
For the time being, he did not want to deprive himself of the few desires of his mouth and tongue and become an immortal who eats the wind and drinks the dew.
When he finished drinking a pot of tea and came to Luofen Slope, under the sun, the purple mist on the fruit trees seemed to be floating with a thin steaming cloud, and many green monkeys shuttled among the jujube trees, picking ripe jujubes.
The area of more than ten miles is planted with various spiritual fruit trees according to the requirements for brewing Houer wine. The maturity time of the fruits is about three months apart, so the spiritual fruits are put in batches for fermentation and wine making.
I once heard Marquis Yuan say that newly brewed monkey wine needs to be stored in caves for up to a year.
Therefore, the more than two hundred ten-pound bottles of wine he obtained last year are still in the large wine vats and have not been released from the cellar.
Every time Lao Yuan joked that he was being treated to a meal, he was actually drinking from the Green Monkey Tribe’s stock.
After raising his hand to say hello to Yuan Hou who was sitting on top of a mountain monument drinking, Chen Mou flew south slowly in the air, passing over the huge mountain gate-like monument four miles away. Below him was a rugged cliff with a drop of three hundred feet.
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With the mountain wall as the boundary, the spiritual energy is divided into two levels of heaven and earth.
The lake water on the slope of the grave cascades down, forming a Bailian Waterfall that is three miles wide.
The momentum was majestic, the roar could be heard for tens of miles below, and the mist filled the air for hundreds of feet.
Chen Mou jumped down along the walkway formed by the monkeys climbing over many years, and landed on the platform of the horizontal cliff a hundred feet away from the foot of the mountain. Lao Yuan took him on a tour and introduced several elders and protectors of the Green Monkey Tribe.
An old green monkey wearing a hollow mountain-patterned crown, wearing a blue and black knee-length robe, and bare furry monkey feet, walked out of a nearby cliff cave, smiled and saluted the guest who had fallen from the sky: "Master Chen is here, I have been waiting for you for a long time.
,please!"
The old monkey spoke the common language of the human race, which was a bit stiff and rigid.
"You're welcome, Monkey, please wait."
Chen Mou did not dare to neglect, and returned the gift with his hand. Hearing that the old monkey in front of him was the only fourth-level great demon of the Green Monkey Tribe, he met the other two third-level protectors and elders of the Green Monkey Tribe with glaring eyes.
He and Yuan Hou have learned the Yao clan language for a year, and it can be put to use.
Entering the cliff cave with a cave inside, Mr. Shishan invited the guests to sit down, and a red-faced and green-haired monkey girl served them fragrant tea.
Mr. Shishan exchanged simple greetings with the guests, drank a cup of tea, and said without any further detours: "The ancestors have given orders. If you have needs, Daoist Master Chen, we, the Green Monkey Department, will do our best to meet them."
Deep in the cliff cave, there is a three-foot-tall golden statue of a monkey, which enjoys incense and worships it day and night.
Chen Mou secretly thought that Lao Yuan was powerful and knew how to do business, so he no longer pretended to be polite. He took out the pills he collected, a long sword, a jade belt and a five-foot large storage bag, together with a card in the language of the demon clan.
He put the written note on the table and said with a smile: "Monkey, you are very polite. Please send your men to help me exchange some minerals and materials on the list. The remuneration will be calculated separately at that time."
These days, he deliberately read many books about the demon clan.
I know that various tribes of the demon clan also use spirit stones as their currency, but most of them exchange goods for goods, each getting what they need.
Mr. Shishang said a few polite words, saying that he was following the will of his ancestors and could not accept remuneration. He picked up the list and looked at it, then looked at the items on the table one by one, and said with a smile: "The utensils refined by the human race are famous for their exquisiteness and elegance. There are many
A hero from the Demon Department, with low cultivation level, he likes to collect human utensils, and elixirs and the like... due to different physical constitutions, unless they are customized elixirs, they are of little use."
Chen Mou pointed to the storage bag and asked, "How is the market for this item among the demon clan?"
He also thought that rare things are more valuable and he can make a lot of money.
Mr. Shishang smiled and reminded tactfully: "The demon clan's items are beautiful in size. This storage bag refined by the human race has limited space and cannot hold several items. It is inconvenient to store even larger weapons. It requires at least ten feet of space."
Only with storage bags can you sell them at a good price.”
Chen Mou completely understood that his thinking had entered a misunderstanding, so he put away the pile of pill bottles, long swords, jade belts, and storage bags on the table to prevent the pearls from being cast into darkness and unable to sell for the price.
Okay, just take action again.
He pretended to dig through the stored treasures and took out five items.
The largest one is a half-person-high spiritual wood ornament with a chi kiss pattern that can rotate at multiple angles. The smallest one is a set of three thin-body spiritual jade antique open-carved bowls, which are magnificent.
Mr. Shishang carefully picked up the jade spinning ball as big as a bowl of ocean. He studied the items from foreign lands and soon discovered that there was another mystery hidden in them. He was amazed: "It's amazing craftsmanship, fantastic ideas, and extremely exquisite!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Such a complicated carving with twenty-eight layers can rotate from outside to inside to a certain position, and can emit beautiful singing. Only human monks can do this with ingenuity.
Do your best to be unique.
Another protector named Shi Yu added some tea to the jade bowl. As his fingers tapped on the table, the water rippled and a hidden dragon appeared swimming in the bowl. The light and shadow changed, and the roar of the dragon was faint. He was estimating how much ordinary tea he could exchange for it.
Mineral materials.
The burly elder Shen Gu was indifferent to these fancy tricks and flashy gadgets, and drank tea silently.
After discussing in Yadong for half an hour, Chen Mou left and returned to Luofen Slope.
The Green Monkey Department helped him get rid of a few artifacts. It would take some time to send the jade heart-turning ball that Stone Monkey was optimistic about to the nearest auction shop in Five Demon City to try his luck.
Chen Mou collected a storage bag of various low-grade mineral materials in advance, and it was Shishangong who took out the inventory of the Green Monkey Tribe as a sincere deposit for the first business.
Both parties tacitly agreed not to exchange monkey wine for minerals.
Marquis Yuan was sitting in the old hexagonal pavilion by the lake, enjoying the lake breeze. A plate of purple-black fresh jujubes was placed on the stone table to accompany the wine.
The young Taoist priest flew slowly from the lake sideways, showing a helpless expression as if he was blocking the road and robbing.
"Good boy, you use some rags you picked up to coax the unseen Shishangong into using them as treasures. If you don't bribe me, I won't instigate you to do anything bad."
"Lao Yuan, your face has damaged the reputation of the ancestor of the Green Monkey Tribe. It won't sound good if it spreads."
"With the reputation of fart, is the monkey wine delicious?"
"Don't worry about my hundreds of jars of spiritual wine that haven't left the cellar all day long."
Chen Moufei walked into the pavilion and sat down, smiling and said: "When I can refine the treasure, I will help you create a unique magic weapon. Of course, you have to provide the materials yourself, so that you can play with it every day without even drinking.
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Marquis Yuan was astonished that this boy was talking drunkenly even before he started drinking.
He doesn't even know what kind of magic weapon he likes?
In the underground treasure house, accumulated for more than a thousand years, the most important thing he lacks is treasure.
However, he had been dealing with Chen Mou for such a long time. The little Taoist priest usually joked about meat and vegetables, but he would not make lies. He asked curiously: