The world of monks does not exist completely apart from ordinary people, and most of the people living in the huge Sin City are ordinary people. Monks come from ordinary people, and monks need to rely on ordinary people to live. Therefore, the prosperous areas in the Sin City still remain
It's as lively as an ordinary people's market.
Mo Han walked towards the flower stall that was placed by an ordinary person. When he saw Mo Han coming, the stall owner had a warm smile on his face, with a hint of humility and uneasiness in his smile.
The stall owner has been setting up stalls here all year round, so he has naturally developed a keen eye. He can tell a person's family background and upbringing through other people's words, deeds, dress, and temperament.
Although Mo Han has calmed down his aura and looks like an ordinary person, Mo Han's unintentional movements and expressions represent that Mo Han is a monk with advanced cultivation and extremely evil spirit.
"Shangxian!" The stall owner looked at Mo Han standing in front of his stall and shouted tremblingly. Judging from his countless experiences, monks like Mo Han are extremely difficult to get along with. If you don't pay attention, you may be killed.
There will be a fatal disaster.
Mo Han looked at the shivering stall owner with some confusion. He glanced around and found no danger. Finally, he realized that the stall owner was afraid of him, not anything else. Therefore, Mo Han did not deliberately change his tone and demeanor, fearing that he would be frightened.
Go to the stall owner, or cause unnecessary trouble to the stall owner. After all, he just wants the ugly lotus pod on the stall that has not yet bloomed.
"How much does it cost to pack all the flowers in your stall?" Mo Han looked at the stall owner and asked indifferently.
Listening to Mo Han's voice, the stall owner felt a chill all over his body, as if he was in an ice cellar. He had the intention to give the entire stall to Mo Han, but when he thought of the children and wife who were waiting for him to be fed at home, he could only bite the bullet and reply: "Shanghai
, Immortal, just give me ten copper coins!"
Mo Han had no concept of worldly money. Looking at the exquisitely wrapped flowers on the stall and the price quoted by the stall owner, Mo Han felt that it was very cheap. Even through the packaging of each bouquet of flowers, Mo Han could tell that the hostess
In order to let the stall sell more flowers, each bouquet is treated with great care: "What is your normal selling price?"
"One, one tael of silver." The stall owner replied subconsciously, but just after he finished speaking, he seemed to realize something and quickly changed his words: "No, no, no, a copper!"
Mo Han touched his pocket and found that he didn't bring any gold or silver. He had a lot of spiritual stones used by monks and other treasures. But looking at the situation of the stall owner, if he was given spiritual stones and other treasures used by monks, it would
harmed him.
Bian Gaolang and Lan Xiang followed Mo Han, wondering what Mo Han was going to do. Seeing Mo Han touch his pocket, Bian Gaolang felt disgusted and threw ten taels of silver at random: "Remember to bring money with you when you go out in the future!"
Mo Han took the money, ignored what Bian Gaolang said, and handed it to the stall owner: "Boss, the money belongs to you and the flowers belong to me. You can go."
"Wait a minute, I'll give you a hundred taels!" Just when Mo Han thought everything was going smoothly, a sudden voice sounded from not far away.
Mo Han looked at the person who came, and saw that this person was dressed as a handsome young man, but his eyes were sunken and his steps were empty, and he looked like he was overindulging: "Who are you? If I remember correctly, you have been here since I entered the city.
Are you following me?"
Vukong looked at Mo Han proudly: "I will not change my surname or name. My name is Vukong. I am a friend of Young Master Yin in Yin Jiaqing. I heard that you have a grudge against Young Master Yin. As the main city of crime, this young master
How could the landowner not entertain me?"
Mo Han chuckled lightly, and when he started to feel sleepy, someone would give him a pillow. He was worried about how to trouble Yin Hongzhi, but unexpectedly someone came up to him: "Sure enough, you have a good name. You are not only empty but empty, you are worthy of your name!"
As he spoke, Mo Han threw ten taels of silver into the stall owner's arms, waved his hand and pulled the stall full of flowers in front of him, calmly put away the ugly lotus pods, and said to the void: "Now these flowers are all from me.
That’s right, you want to buy a hundred pieces of top-quality spiritual stones, otherwise I won’t sell them.”
Although the stall owner was timid, he was definitely a man. He took the ten taels of silver thrown by Mo Han, saluted Mo Han, turned around and ran away without saying a word. He knew that he could not interfere with what happened next.
One hundred taels of silver was not something he could enjoy. He was already satisfied with the ten taels of silver given by Mo Han, which was ten times more than his previous planned income.
Looking at Xukong's livid expression, Mo Han continued: "Is it possible that the First Young Company in Zhongcheng doesn't have even a hundred top-quality spiritual stones? Or is it that you are just an impostor, not only pretending to be a descendant of the Xu family, but also pretending to be Yin Jiaqing's?
Friend?"
"You fart, you are the fake, and your whole family is fake!"
Mo Han grinned, afraid that you would not be angry. As long as you are angry, there are many ways to deal with you: "If you are not a fake, how can you not get a hundred top-quality spiritual stones? If you are not a fake, how can you be so stingy? I
I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise if someone comes from the Xu family, you won’t be able to eat and you will have to walk around. I won’t take advantage of you. I will take these flowers back and fry, steam, boil, roast, and eat them. They should taste good!”
In this moment, through the personnel of the Qiling Intelligence Network, Mo Han has determined the identity of Xukong. Xukong is the youngest son of the head of the Xu family. He has always been favored. He holds it in his mouth for fear of melting and holds it in his hand for fear of losing it.
This has also led to Vukong's current state. Among all the aristocratic families, the Xu family is the only one that dares to establish a foothold in the central city, because behind the Xu family is Yin Hongzhi, the second deputy city lord. Due to some factors, Yin Jiaqing is indeed Vukong's friend.
After determining the identity of Xu Kong and the location of the Xu family, a plan emerged in Mo Han's mind.
I'm not afraid that you're stupid, I'm afraid that you're too smart. This is the truest thought in Mo Han's heart at this time.
"Hey, forget it, I believe your identity for the time being. Since you want these flowers so much, then I will give you a 0.1% discount. You give me a top-quality spiritual stone, and all these flowers will be yours.
." Mo Han looked into the void jokingly, and said with contempt on his face.
"Give him, give him a hundred top-quality spiritual stones. I can't afford this shame." Vukong shouted angrily at the guard beside him.
The guard beside Xukong wanted to say something, but when he saw Xukong's eyes that were choosing to devour others, he chose to shut up. He took out a hundred top-quality spiritual stones from his storage bag and threw them to Mo Han.
Mo Han took the spirit stone and smiled, sending the flowers in his hand to Xukong. Where others could not see, a wisp of dark evil energy flowed into the flowers along Mo Han's fingertips: "Young Master Xu, you are welcome.
It is said that some beautiful girls prefer flowers, and they are such exquisite flowers. I wish Master Xu a happy time. I would also like to add that the Xu family is indeed the famous Xu family, with great wealth, and a role model for our generation!"