A pot of spiritual tea containing more than twenty spiritual stones will no longer smell good in your mouth.
Chen Mou put down the tea cup, and the smile on his face was a little distorted: "What a pity. I still want to follow you and listen to your teachings for a few more years. If you go back, you won't know who to turn to for a pot of good tea in the future."
It's a pity that I will lose a stable source of income in the future. It would be better if the old man stays for one more year.
When the tea leaves are gone, it is impossible for the new shopkeeper to continue to make deals that are advantageous to him as an outsider.
"There are always banquets in the world. I have been living in this small place for only a few years, so I should move around and take a look around. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will treat you to a nice cup of tea."
Hong Renche also felt a lot of emotions in his heart.
At first, he listened to the blind man Qu's words and kept his name anonymous. He worked as a shopkeeper who welcomed people to and from the city. He smiled and looked at the messy people and things in the market every day. He kept calm and tried countless ways, just to find that glimmer of things.
The chances of breaking the elixir and becoming a baby are slim.
He was born just to be more involved in the world, but this time he was moved in his heart. It was time to return to the sect and concentrate on creating a treasure.
Perhaps, when he successfully refines the "Five Elements Double Shadow Sword", it will be his breakthrough?
Breaking the elixir and becoming a baby is a chasm-like chasm on the road to spiritual practice. If you advance, you will have infinite possibilities, but if you retreat, you will die without a burial place. There is no third way, and even running out of life and dying in bed is a luxury.
It was impossible for him to let Brother Mou's two drawings go out, as he had cut them off halfway to line his own pockets.
Last night, I found the blacksmith in the backyard to deal with a few new patterns, to deal with the old monster Hu who was still waiting stupidly, and to annoy the old monster who wanted to play with something new. It was fun to think about it.
Hearing what shopkeeper Hong said, Chen Mou knew that his future business with Forging Arms Pavilion was completely ruined. The old shopkeeper didn't want to get involved in saying hello, so he put his thoughts aside and poured tea for the other person. He held the cup with both hands again and said auspicious words: "
I sincerely wish you to realize your wish as soon as possible, climb high, and look forward to drinking your fairy tea!"
"well!"
Shopkeeper Hong smiled from ear to ear.
He waited for the flattering boy's words, then he held the cup with both hands, touched it lightly, and said: "I also wish you to turn bad luck into good luck, make a lot of money, build a foundation in three years, and return to the sect as soon as possible.
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It's not that he doesn't want to be a favor and help his brother Mou. For him, saying hello to those who come after him is a trivial matter.
But when someone else is gone, some causal involvement is not a good thing.
It is up to the young man to go on his own journey. He has interfered too much. With the perfect cause and effect of his golden elixir, even if it is just a glimmer, it is not something that the little guy can bear. When the time comes, he will not help, but will make Brother Mou
It would be bad if you take the blame yourself.
"Thanks to your good advice, let's do it!"
Chen Mou is a common man, and the old man explained all the three most useful aspects to him. He is a confidant.
One old and one young, smiling like a pair of foxes who had just stolen a chicken.
After coming out of Forging Arms Pavilion, Chen Mou walked into Qizhenfang not far away. After greeting Mr. Gu for a few words, the two of them went into the side room and closed the door to discuss business.
It is necessary to take advantage of the fact that Mr. Hong has not left yet. Humanity is still there and it will be beneficial to implement the transaction.
About half an hour later, Chen Mou worked hard to earn a bag of medium-grade spiritual stones, which had not yet warmed up, and exchanged them for an inconspicuous green cloth belt from Qizhenfang, with a dark red jade belt connected one by one inside.
, tied it around his waist, said goodbye and walked out of the shop.
This is because Shopkeeper Gu gave up a lot of profits for the sake of Mr. Hong, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get the two hundred middle-grade spiritual stones.
Chen Mou found a fire weapon that could increase the protective power by 20%, far exceeding his first plan.
You get what you pay for. In addition to muttering a few words in his heart, "Money is never spent," he walked with wind at his feet.
After returning home, Chen Mou didn't bother to wash his face and rest. He walked into the quiet room in the west room and went to the top of the cliff in the blink of an eye. Two moons hung high in the sky. He used his spiritual consciousness and Yuanli to practice the newly bought belt.
Can't bear to delay.
It took nearly an hour to complete the ritual and get familiar with the use of the magic weapon, before returning to the courtyard for dinner.
At noon the next day, Chen Mou carried the last newly crafted magic weapon in a package and came to the Forging Pavilion. He saw a middle-aged man with an unfamiliar face sitting behind the familiar counter.
He felt helpless, Mr. Hong had gone too far, so he left quietly without waiting for him to say goodbye.
He still has one magic weapon that he has not traded, what should he do?
The three waiters who met him and greeted him from afar smiled reservedly and had no intention of introducing him. They pretended to be very busy to receive guests and left him alone.
"The shopkeeper is well."
Chen Mou stepped forward, bowed his hands and saluted with a smile.
The new shopkeeper stood up with a polite smile on his face, returned the gift, and said: "Are you Daoyou Chen, the one who made the deal with the old shopkeeper? The old shopkeeper has a relationship with Xie, please bring the magic weapon to me first."
Chen Mou smiled and replied: "Thank you, shopkeeper."
He guessed that the three clerks sent a message to inform the new shopkeeper. Otherwise, if he didn't have a registration number, would the other party recognize him?
There are emperors and courtiers, and most of the people in the city are those who flatter the superiors and disdain the inferiors.
Hate people who have them, laugh at people who don’t have them, despise people who are poor, and fear people who are rich.
The evil of human nature.
He untied the long green cloth package on his back and put it on the counter to untie it, revealing the sword he had made. He stretched out his hand to signal shopkeeper Xie to check it out.
Shopkeeper Xie glanced at it, curled his lips and said sarcastically: "Xie thought that the magic weapons forged by Daoyou Chen were far superior to those of the forging masters in our shop, but that's all. But since it was the deal settled by the old shopkeeper, Xie also
It’s not difficult for you. I’ll buy it at the market price of 100 spirit stones. After deducting the 50 spirit stones cost of getting the materials from our store, the remaining 50 spirit stones will be settled for you. If you think it’s unfair, you paid the cost of the materials and the sword.
If you take it back, we won't owe anything."
Chen Mou hesitated for a moment and then said helplessly: "Just follow what you said."
He was too lazy to spend time setting up a stall by himself, and he couldn't afford to sell at a high price. He had made enough from August last year to now, but he didn't complain. Mr. Hong deliberately wanted him to see with his own eyes what "the world is in trouble and human kindness" means.
light".
He must act like a true casual cultivator and endure the oppression of the shop.
After receiving the fifty spiritual stones, Chen Mougong handed over his hand and walked out of the store with a normal expression.
He has three hundred and fifty spirit stones on hand, which is enough for him to advance to the level of Qi refining. When the spirit stones are spent, he can almost explore the bottom of the cliff in another world. If he lacks spirit stones by then, the Ziyan Lingzao will also be mature.
Stubble, there are still four magical medicinal materials.
Thank you for the gifts from nature.
It was impossible to work part-time again, and he didn't want to waste time.
He is a man who does big things, and his time is precious.
In the following days, Chen Mou almost stayed at home. In addition to practicing, blacksmithing, and reading every day, he rarely went to the market in the afternoon. He only went to Lundao Hall to learn swordsmanship and techniques when the time came.
March of spring and spring is the busiest time for Ling Zhifu.
Mo Fu was busy all day, and the two families lived very close to each other, so he had no time to visit each other.
Affected by the unsolved case of the "disappearance of evil monks", the maids of the two families basically did not go out without the company of their masters, and their interactions with each other were extremely rare.
That afternoon, while Chen Mou was working in the West Room, he heard a gentle knock on the door from outside.
After Ying'er inquired, she learned that it was Xu'er, her neighbor from the east, who had come to return the borrowed grain, dried vegetables, and bacon. She did not open the door without permission and asked Xu'er outside the door to wait, then turned and walked to the west room.
Chen Mou opened the door and walked out, waving to Ying'er and gesturing for her to open the door.
The courtyard door opened, but Xu'er didn't go in. He bowed to Mr. Chen on the steps of the west room, then picked up the three bags on the ground, handed them to Ying'er, and thanked him repeatedly.
Chen Mou looked at the sharp-tongued and pleasant-looking maid, who was still pitifully thin, and suddenly asked: "Is your master back?"
Xu'er shook his head, "I didn't come back. Yesterday, the master from the foreign affairs office came to our door and brought us food, vegetables, dried and cured meat, which solved our urgent need."
Having said that, the gloomy look on his thin face that showed no future could not be concealed.
She knew that half a year later, she would not be able to escape the fate of being sold for the second time.
Born to be a maid of low dust.
The future is bleak, and I can't fight, so I have to take it one day at a time.