Chapter 33 It’s hard to buy rare things if you have money
The night is deep, and there are not many monks walking around the streets of Fangshi.
Chen Mou walked out of the darkness at the foot of the mountain, carrying an item in each hand. His attire immediately attracted the attention of passers-by. Under the watchful eye of everyone, he walked slowly into the Wanyao Hall, which had no customers and was about to close the door.
"Selling medicine, find all the shopkeepers."
The waiter who came to greet him recognized the guest in front of him through his vague voice and appearance that said "labor and capital are treasures", and hurriedly extended his hand to greet him politely.
Shopkeeper Qi, who was slightly chubby, walked out from behind the counter with a smile on his face.
Shopkeeper Qi likes to deal with repeat customers. They have done at least one transaction with each other and have a slight foundation of trust. He walked into the side room, closed the door, and said with cupped hands: "Nice to meet you, what medicinal materials do you want to sell this time? Please show me the treasure."<
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Chen Mou unwrapped the green cloth, opened the wooden box, and peeled off the soft cloth to reveal the purple-black and round jujubes.
"Fifty-three freshly picked Ziyanling dates, please give me a price!"
Shopkeeper Qi took a jujube, looked at it carefully and said with a smile: "There are freshly picked purple smoke jujubes in this season. It's really rare. What's the price..."
He could still easily distinguish between the jujubes preserved by magic and the fresh ones that were picked less than a day ago. He glanced at another huge cloth bag randomly placed on the ground. It was bulging. He didn't know what treasure it contained?
"If they are all in this kind of condition and have no damage, I will offer the price of two spiritual stones and one spiritual jujube."
"The deal is done, shopkeeper Qi, let's take stock."
Chen Mou nodded in agreement.
In the autumn and winter last year, Lingzao was on the market for the price of two dates for one Lingshi. If you sell it out of season, you will indeed make a lot of money.
Based on his understanding of the store's evil intentions, he valued it at the level of a spiritual stone.
Shopkeeper Qi opened the door and called in an idle waiter, and ordered him to count the jujubes and put them into two jade boxes.
Rare things are valuable, so he will have fresh purple smoke jujubes sent back to the sect early tomorrow morning to entertain distinguished guests and earn some face for the elders. He can gain a reputation as someone who can do things well.
There is a saying in the market, "It's hard to buy rare things if you have money."
One hundred spiritual stones, how expensive are they?
I made almost ten times the profit from my last transaction.
Shopkeeper Qi gestured to the big bag on the ground with his eyes and said with a smile: "Your Excellency, aren't you selling the other treasure?"
Chen Mou untied the cloth belt tied around the mouth of the bag, completely opened the oilcloth bag inside, and said: "A fresh demon bird, shopkeeper Qi will look at it and make a price."
He originally wanted to sell the demon birds at the shop diagonally across the street, but since shopkeeper Qi was so enthusiastic, it would be better to sell them all together.
Shopkeeper Qi lightly slapped his nose with his hand. The smell of blood was too strong. He was a medicine shop here, not a grocery store. He really didn't like a first-level demon bird, but after the words were spoken, he casually gave a price: "Ten pills."
Spiritual stone."
Chen Mou thought for a moment, suffered a slight loss, and finally agreed: "Deal!"
He doesn't want to go to a second house again.
After receiving the one hundred and sixteen spiritual stones counted by shopkeeper Qi in person, he packed up the cloth bags, wooden boxes and other items.
Shopkeeper Qi took out three books from the cabinet in the side room and said: "If you don't mind, Wanyaotang will give you a set of books on how to dig out and preserve medicinal materials, which can reduce the loss of spirituality of medicines."
Chen Mou took the gift, thanked him, put it in a wooden box, picked it up and walked out.
Shopkeeper Qi personally sent the customer to the door of the shop. When he saw the customer who showed that he was in the middle stage of Qi Refining, striding down the opposite mountain, he didn't believe that the customer was really in the middle stage of Qi Refining.
The black-winged demon falcon in the middle of the first order, the demon bird flying in the sky, is it so easy to kill?
Watching a few monks hiding in the dark, looking at each other, and chasing each other down the mountain in several places, he showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, turned around and walked back to the shop.
Chen Mou disappeared into the woods at the foot of the mountain that he had long admired.
With the cover of night, even if the foundation-building monks tried to rob him, they would be unable to do so.
Those street gangsters who want to track him down cannot do it in this area of Fangshi. There are so many people and there are rules and regulations to control them. If they really do it, the street gangsters will not be able to benefit.
"Where are the people?"
"Where have you gone?"
Low in the sky, there were many figures on the ground surrounding them, but it turned out that the mysterious cloaked monk had long since disappeared in the forest.
"Could it be that the foundation-building monks are... playing tricks on us?"
"Hiss, it's very possible, it was the same last time."
"It must have flown from the sky. Get out. This business can't be done."
The gangsters in Sangu Street disbanded in a hurry. The guys in Hunfang City are all very slippery, and they are used to following the wind, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
It doesn’t matter whether you suffer a loss or not. If you have any good ideas, you should step in to make some money.
In a cave in another world, Chen Mou spit out the small walnuts in his mouth, took off his clothes and linen belt, and muttered to himself: "This outfit can't be used again next time, I have to change to another identity."
Two is no better than three, and he is very alert in his heart.
He left the spiritual stones and books in the cave, washed his hands, put on the dirty clothes he had taken off earlier, took two pieces of dried leather with his claws and teeth, and slung an empty cloth bag across his back, and appeared in the east of his yard.
Under a tree, he had left a copper coin for breathing.
Pick up the copper coins, walk to the courtyard door, and use the bronze key to open the door.
There was an orange light shining through the kitchen door, and she heard a noise. Ying'er held the light in her hand and looked out, asking:
"Sir, are you back?"
"I'm back. Let's boil a bucket of hot water first. I want to take a quick wash."
"The hot water, bucket and clothes are all ready, and we are preparing a midnight snack for you. Do you need a waiter to take a bath, sir?"
"Forget it, the weather is still cold. Wet your clothes and be careful not to get sick. No one will cook for me then."
Chen Mou rejected the maid's kindness, opened the door of the forging room and walked in.
I only stayed outside for five short days, and it seemed like a long time had passed. It felt so good to be home.
Give him peace of mind.
It’s ridiculous again, enjoy a silky night.
The next morning.
Ying'er sat in the corner of the yard, tapping the blood-stained cyan outfit repeatedly on the granite with a mallet. After the blood dried, it was a bit difficult to clean. She had already applied soapstone several times.
Mo Fu and Chen Mou were drinking tea and chatting in the main room, playing with a pair of monster fangs in their hands.
"It seems that you have gained a lot from this trip. You can earn one year's rent for the spiritual stone and the cost of formation protection."
Mo Fu put away the small gift and asked for more details without asking for details. No matter how familiar a friend is, he still has to grasp the sense of boundaries. He passed it by with one word and asked: "There is still half a year from now to the Mid-Autumn Festival. It can be said quickly, your forging
Skills, how are you preparing?"
"It's okay. Choose any of the five sects and enter with your eyes closed."
At one moment and another, Chen Mou lazily spoke the truth about Qian Bian.
Mo Fu let out a disdainful "sneer", but did not refute. He changed the subject and asked: "The day before yesterday, I went to Lundao Hall to practice swordsmanship. Master Luo was still asking, when will you continue to learn swordsmanship?" p>
"I'm tired of fighting and killing."
Chen Mou said boldly.
After delivering the spirit stone in Lundao Hall, I practiced two stages of swordsmanship and mastered Jiugong Sword proficiently.
He felt that Master Luo could no longer improve his level or was no longer interested in teaching him. He could practice swordplay at home. If he wanted to break through the level of sword energy, he had to work hard over time. He didn't want to spend any more spiritual stones to listen to Master Luo's lies. He wanted to learn Taoism from Taoist Master Ning, who helped him solve his doubts, and he didn't hesitate to pay more.
I found out that Taoist Master Ning was just a wandering Taoist priest who only stayed in Danyangfang for a few days. I don’t know where he went now?
He felt a sense of regret at missing out.
"Don't pretend to be 'young master' in front of me... It's strange, they all call me master, why do they call you 'young master'? Is it because I am mature and steady, and you have a hairless mouth?"
Mo Fu's thinking jumped to a direction that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
"You are showing your age, and your face is full of weather and vicissitudes. Calling you 'young master' is too unconscionable."
"...Don't come to my house to have dinner at night."
Mr. Mo left sadly.
He also took away a small jar of unopened spiritual wine on the table, otherwise it would be difficult to compensate for his severely damaged soul.