i have a sword fairy

Chapter 12 A Spirit Stone

Breeze inside.

In front of a counter that had already lined up a little longer, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

A blue-shirted scholar with a backpack and a sword touched it in his arms, and then discharged ten delicate and small spirit stones.

"Sister, can you wipe off a fraction?"

The scholar smiled brightly.

"Benefit eleven spirit stones."

Beautiful women don't eat this.

Seeing that the "beautiful man's plan" was useless, Zhao Rong's smile froze.

He looked back at the team behind him.

Good guy, there are already eight or nine people waiting, especially the one behind him, a man with a hawk-nosed look and a ferocious expression.

Zhao Rong shuddered slightly.

"Sister, if I change to Xiaoyaojin, can I have one less low-grade spirit stone?"

"Sorry, my son, the standard for our ship's ticket is one low-grade spirit stone for two stops, and eleven pieces are required to get off the boat at Xiaoyaojin."

"Cough, is there a lower class cabin?"

"Sorry, son, the ferry in Qingfengge has regular cabins and premium cabins."

"Then do you accept gold? I have some with me..."

Before Zhao Rong could finish speaking, the beautiful woman with a formulaic smile behind the counter shook her head gently.

Did you die before you got out of the apprenticeship?
Zhao Rong looked sullen.

In fact, he still has a way, he can go up to the third floor to pawn some of the relics left by his mother, so that he can not only collect enough tickets, but also have a lot of spiritual stones to spare.

It's just that Zhao Rong didn't think in this direction at all.

Not knowing, but unwilling.

Part of his mother's relics were given to Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er, and part was left to him.

Zhao Kuo had already asked Zhao Kuo to sell some of his shares before, and now the rest are important objects with special significance, and they really can't be sold any more, otherwise they will be in vain.

At this time, there was a little commotion in the team behind him.

"The poor and poor who have no money, hurry up and go away to this young master!"

"Don't occupy the puddle without shitting!"

Zhao Rong's eyes turned cold when he heard the words, and when he looked back, he found that the caller was an impatient young man in brocade clothes.

Although the first floor of Qingfengju is very big, the voice of Young Master Jinyi is even louder, and it is heard all over the house.

The guests who were queuing around, drinking tea, and preparing to go upstairs all turned their attention to it.

Seeing that he had become the focus of the people around him, Young Master Jinyi smartly unfolded the folding fan in his hand, shook it gently, smiled indifferently, stared at the Qiancuoda who dared to turn his head and looked directly at him, and sneered.

"Has Qingfeng Pavilion reduced to this level now?"

"Put all the messy stuff in there?"

"Co-author doesn't do business now, it's changed to Kaishantang?"

Zhao Rong just glanced at him for a while, then didn't look at him again.

He bowed his hands apologetically to the onlookers around him, and turned his head.

Ignore the man shouting behind him.

Seeing Zhao Rong ignoring him, Lin Qingxuan became furious. He was held down and looked down upon by his elder brother who was studying in Siqi Academy since he was a child. Today, he was even caught outside by someone who couldn't even buy a ferry ticket. Ignore the poor measures? !

He closed the fan with one hand and was about to speak again, but an old servant behind him pulled his sleeve.

"Master, he seems to have something to do with Linlu Academy..."

Lin Qingxuan was stunned when he heard the words, and then he noticed the flag behind Zhao Rong's bookcase, his face condensed, but he immediately smiled contemptuously.

"Hey, the reading seeds of Linlu Academy can't even get this spiritual stone? You can earn a lot of money just by picking up a pen."

"This poor measure is probably just pulling a tiger's skin to make a big banner. Are there still few people like this every year on the mountain?"

"Besides, what if he has a little relationship with Linlu Academy? Can the academy be unreasonable?"

Speaking of this, he remembered the elder brother who always pressed him with great truth, and every time he looked at him, his eyes were so high.

Readers should be damned!

"Occupy the pit without shitting, waste everyone's time, and not let people scold? Even if the gentleman of the academy is standing in front of my son, this son still wants to say..."

"You are a hypocrite with no money, poor, cuo, big!"

The last three words, every time Lin Qingxuan said one, he tapped Zhao Rong's head in the air with the folding fan in his hand.

After speaking, he lifted his chin lightly, opened the folding fan calmly, and gently shook the wind, feeling that he was very happy.

The expressions of the people around were different.

Some people gloat over the misfortune, some nod their heads in agreement, some stand on the sidelines, and some turn around and leave.

Zhao Rong didn't say anything after hearing the words coming from behind him. He was going to retrieve the mysterious card and go out to think of a way.

The beautiful woman behind the counter sighed secretly, what kind of strange guests are today, but although the brocade-clothed young man likes to pick things up and has a domineering style, she still agrees with some words.

Bringing the fake flag of Zhang Linlu Academy to the fox and the tiger?The old lady almost believed you!

Go to Linlu Academy?Oh, it is estimated that like those scholars who flock to the academy at the foot of the mountain every year, they have all-you-can-eat behind closed doors.

If you don't have money, don't waste your mother's time!Cultivation is all about fighting for life with the sky and waiting for me. If it wasn't for the sake of earning some sect contributions, she would not be willing to leave Qingfeng Pavilion and come here to be a steward full of copper stench.

However, when she thought of her own achievements, she glanced at the poor scholar in front of the cabinet, who was about to have his face pierced and was about to leave, cleared her throat, and said softly.

"If the son has no money, why not try to write some poems, the shop is willing to provide some pen and ink, let the son try it, even if the son's masterpiece is inconvenient for the store to accept, but maybe there will be discerning customers who like it. It's best for you to write something that is pleasing to you, maybe the guests will be happy to read it, and you can throw a low-quality spirit stone to your son."

In fact, it is not that Qingfengju has never encountered such a situation, or that many merchants on the mountain will encounter it. Some Confucian scholars who are shy in their pockets will try to exchange poems for spiritual stones.

However, this is usually the initiative of those scholars. This time, the beautiful woman saw that Zhao Rong didn't say anything and was about to go out. Instead, she was a little surprised and wanted to call him back and let him try.

After all, the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth seems to favor Confucian scholars. Once the new poems made by scholars can be accepted and recognized by Heaven and Earth, then the paper and ink carrying the poems will immediately accumulate the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth, and transform into a piece that benefits the cultivation of the monks on the mountain. treasure!

It's just that this kind of situation is very rare. Anyway, Qingfengju has never encountered it for so many years.

A scholar who can write poetry and poetry will be short of this money?Any poem of ascending grade is a high-grade spirit stone to start!The beautiful woman thought so.

However, every few decades on Wangquezhou Mountain, there is still a passage of anecdotes about the scholar who accidentally wrote the poems and poems in a business somewhere, and after that, the monks on the mountain relished it for a while.

Hearing this, Zhao Rong stopped the steps he was about to leave, looked up at the smiling beautiful woman, and was about to speak, when a joking voice came from behind him.

"This beautiful sister is right, don't rush to run, you poor people are desperate for money, but there is a lot of sour water in your stomach, why don't you spit it out and show it to my son?"

"If you can amuse me, I might leak some spiritual stones from my fingers when I'm happy, and buy a ferry ticket for you. Isn't that more than enough?"

"Pfft." A green-clothed girl with a green face in the crowd couldn't help covering her mouth and smiled. She seemed to be laughing at a certain sentence from Lin Qingxuan. Seeing everyone's attention, she stuck out her tongue and hurried to hide. behind his partner.

Zhao Rong still thought that Lin Qingxuan didn't exist, he paused, pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, and said to the beautiful woman, "No need."

Oh, a spirit stone is also suitable for Lao Tzu to write poems?

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand to retrieve the ten spiritual stones that had been lined up on the counter.

Lin Qingxuan smiled brightly.

The beautiful woman smiled indifferently.

The girl in green felt a little boring.

The audience is ready to disperse.

Suddenly, a dark, thin hand stretched out from behind Zhao Rong, and placed something beside Zhao Rong's hand.

It was a spirit stone.

　Thanks to "Book Friends 20180726120654997 Brothers" for the reward!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)