Chapter 42 Who meets a noble person and who meets a ghost?
Seeing that Lao Hongtou kept looking at him and smiling without saying a word or expressing his position, Chen Mou laughed so hard that his heart went crazy.
Chen Mou hurriedly added tea and water to Shopkeeper Hong again, diverted his attention, and analyzed: "You are not at a disadvantage. There is a blacksmith who does not need a blacksmith's room or helpers to help the shop create magical weapons, saving a lot of money.
I will pay fifty spirit stones to purchase the materials for the embryos of the magic weapon. You can give me one hundred and fifty for the finished magic weapon, and I will only earn one hundred in labor fees. I will bear the waste, and the shop will make a sure profit of one hundred and fifty.
"I have accepted your old favor, and I will definitely repay it in the future. I can do both public and private business, right?"
If he were to know, the person he is discussing business with is the master of the Golden Elixir recorded in the classics, or the kind that has reached the pinnacle of perfection.
I'm afraid he's going to lose his reputation for being so sweet.
Shopkeeper Hong drank up the tea in one gulp and said with a smile: "For your sake, I did this business on behalf of the Blacksmith Pavilion."
As long as there is a chance, Shopkeeper Hong will poach the little guy from the sect who knows his identity as a golden elixir and can talk to him face to face, just because of this calmness, courage and courage.
It's a pity that he can't. Xuanduguan is very powerful and he doesn't want to offend Gu Zong.
Since Gu Zong hinted at the little guy and asked him for help, could he just sit back and do nothing?
Besides, if a big booger is a big thing, can it be called business in his eyes?
Chen Mou still left room for bargaining. When he saw Shopkeeper Hong agreeing generously, he was overjoyed. Senior Brother Gu's test for him was basically half done. Senior Brother Gu still had a big face, otherwise he would be in front of Shopkeeper Hong at the Foundation Establishment Realm.
, have a fart face.
Shopkeeper Hong just said it in a polite way, so don’t take it seriously.
"Thank you, thank you, I wish you a breakthrough in practice and reach a higher level. From now on, the road to immortality will be smooth!"
"Haha, I accept your auspicious words. You must drink this tea. It's done!"
Shopkeeper Hong Renche is in a good mood, his gray beard is flying with joy, and Brother Mou is really good at talking. For him, nothing is more important than breaking through the current bottleneck.
If you can talk, talk more. He likes to hear it.
As for a small business, the unit price of the shop's recycling of Mou Ge'er's magic weapon has been increased to 200, so what if we give a little more profit?
So sometimes doing business is just a matter of words.
Chen Mou was confused and didn't know that the noble person was himself, and he was still trying to flatter Lehe.
At noon, Chen Mou was just the enthusiastic shopkeeper Hong. Old man Hong invited guests to have a big meal at Youranju. He didn't know who was the guest and who was the host. Anyway, the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves.
Chen Mou, who returned home with three embryos of magical artifacts, was not in a hurry to forge the magical artifacts.
With Senior Brother Gu's connections, he didn't even pay a single spiritual stone as a deposit, so Shopkeeper Hong was too talkative.
Chen Mou greeted Ying'er: "We are moving in the next few days to the big yard at the foot of the mountain. You first organize the useful items."
The thief who used shadowless water poison to assassinate the monks appeared again. Chen Mou no longer wanted to live in a remote courtyard because it was not safe to go out at night.
He will soon be rich and cannot give up on himself.
From now on, it will be more convenient for Ying'er to go to the street.
Ying'er sent the young master out, closed the courtyard door, and began to clean up the items for use. Unfortunately, she couldn't take away the few vegetable plots she dug out.
Chen Mou came to the foreign affairs workshop, made inquiries, and chose three vacant courtyards at the foot of the mountain.
He took the trouble to go and see them one by one, then came back, paid the difference of forty-six spiritual stones until March next year, and rented a large courtyard that he was satisfied with.
The next morning, three moving monks came as scheduled. Chen Mou explained that he was carrying a cloth bag containing valuables such as magical artifacts and embryos, and Ying'er, who was carrying a package of personal clothes, went to Wuli.
New home at the foot of the mountain.
Three moving monks were running back and forth carrying large and small objects without touching their feet.
When Chen Mou and Ying'er arrived at their new home, the moved items were already piled up. Living in Fangshi would be very convenient if they had spiritual stones.
Otherwise, you will have a hard time, doing everything yourself, and it will be thankless.
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Compared with Mr. Chen's joy of moving into a new home, in a courtyard at the foot of Dongfang Mountain three miles away, Meng Tianxiu, frowning and depressed, sold all the valuable things he could in order to raise spiritual stones. p>
She sold one of the two maids who originally served her brother.
In just a few days, she experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships, the harshness of the world, and even added insult to injury.
Some guys with human faces and animal hearts actually took advantage of the situation and made shameless remarks about letting her sleep with her.
"Xiu'er, we are done with the treatment. There is only a little bit of residual poison left, which is not a problem. Those doctors from Wanyao Hall who have killed thousands of people will continue to drag it away no matter how many spiritual stones they spend."
Meng Tianye was walking around in the yard irritably. His injuries had long since healed.
In the past two days, in order to detoxify him, the girl spent all her money. He hated the four masked thieves who ambush and attacked him. The sword was smeared with shadowless water poison to cut off his future path to immortality.
I also hate the greedy doctors and this shitty world where there are no good people.
The anger in his heart was suppressed and had nowhere to vent.
"Brother, don't wander around. Go back to your room and take good care of yourself. Don't worry about the spiritual stone. I'll find a solution. Doctor Shen said that if you continue to treat it twice, there is a high chance that the remaining poison will be eradicated. No matter how big the flower is,
The price must be paid."
Meng Tianxiu suppressed the tears in her eyes, smiled and spoke warmly.
"Don't...oh!"
Meng Tianye couldn't see his girl looking like she was about to cry. He had been doing this since he was a child. He stamped his foot so hard that the bricks cracked into pieces. He went back to his room to sulk.
The maid who poked her head out of the kitchen to the east and watched timidly, waved her hand to indicate what to do. Meng Tianxiu walked back to the west wing as if nothing had happened, closed the door, and threw herself on the bed. Her tears of grievance could no longer be suppressed and rolled out.
Next.
She covered her mouth tightly with a handkerchief, feeling helpless and sad. She was at the end of her rope.
She really has no choice.
"I do have a way to save your brother from trouble."
A sudden and thin voice suddenly sounded in the ears of Meng Tianxiu, who was crying silently and sadly. The woman was so frightened that she jumped out of bed, quickly wiped away her tears, and shouted:
"Who?"
"I only have a remnant soul left in my body. I pose no threat to you. Otherwise, I wouldn't talk nonsense to you. Just tell me whether you want to save your brother? Those doctors have bad intentions and cannot be willing to spend all their energy to treat you. You have
No matter how much money we have, they will rob us of it."
The thin voice sounded a bit old and weak.
Meng Tianxiu subconsciously touched his waist, but found nothing. Then he remembered that his magical weapon, the sword, had been sold.
After thinking carefully for a moment, the woman asked: "Do you really have a way to save my brother? What do you want me to exchange for you? Please tell me your conditions first."
She made up her mind that if the other party wanted to deceive her, she would immediately go out and shout.
Having run a street stall in Fangshi for several years, she is not afraid of trouble.
It is recorded in the classics that there are many types of remnant souls. As long as there are no major flaws in one's mental defense, one can resist the invasion of most remnant souls with the monk's Yang Qi and Yuan Power.
"Of course I have conditions. If you can't do it, I will leave and replace you with another monk to do the deal."
The old voice was careful, and continued: "The conditions for me are difficult or easy. Within three years, no matter what method you use, you must help me find a small piece of soul-nurturing wood, and then use the soul-nurturing wood where I live.
Soak and nourish it with fresh hen's blood every now and then. After another three years, the old body's own soul will be strong and it will be able to enter reincarnation. From now on, we will not owe each other anything."
How could Meng Tianxiu easily believe the other party's lies?
She was silent for a moment and asked tentatively: "What method did you use to treat my brother?"
The thin old voice laughed and said: "The shadowless water poison is not a big deal. I know several solutions. The most convenient one is to use local materials. You go to the drug store and buy five qian of flame salt, roasted astragalus, red peony root, and sand.
One or two each of benevolence and Eucommia ulmoides, boil in three bowls of water to make a small bowl, and then take three drops of blood from your right middle finger as a medicine guide, and keep the medicine until the poison is eliminated without leaving any future troubles."
"So simple?"
Meng Tianxiu’s unbelieving expression was palpable.
The other party told her the recipe directly, but the terms had not yet been negotiated.
How to treat her as a three-year-old child?
Can she believe such an unreliable prescription that can cure her brother's lingering poison?