The fairy city of the market man

Chapter 83
Nearly [-] days later, Wandering Zikou finally became hot, and it was Tu Zhuang and Zhao Tong who were the first to find him.

Originally, those low-priced immortals escaped from Sanfu City and took refuge in Qianqiu Wasteland to live in seclusion. As long as they understand a little bit of geography, it is unlikely that they will run to the Southern Jin Kingdom.

How can it be so easy to earn the merits of Third Master Shang without any effort?

After estimating the time, I flew north along the commercial road and met Tu Zhuang and Zhao Tong in one day.

After working hard these days, the white crane's feathers are all dirty, looking dusty.

When the two came together, Tu Zhuang was a little dignified: "I'm looking for it, but there's something wrong!"

Shang San'er asked: "What's wrong?"

Tu Zhuang sighed: "You said there were three to four hundred people, but there were nearly a hundred houses in that place, and we counted and counted, but only about 400 people came in and out, and there were not many reclaimed land around! Lao Zhao and I were still going around I searched twice, but I didn’t see any other people living nearby.”

Shang San'er also sighed.

The number of people does not match, but there will never be a second wave of immortals who have taken refuge in seclusion in this deep mountain and old forest.

Old man Dong said that there were three or four hundred people when he came, but now there are only more than a hundred people. It was 20 years later, and the rest had died in the wasteland.

There is nothing too vicious in the Qianqiu wasteland. Those lurking mountain monsters and evil spirits can only drool at Shang San'er and the two ninth-orders, and hate to swallow them. The low-priced immortals are not so lucky.

The past 20 years must have been difficult and difficult, and it is a good thing to be able to take them away.

But one has to look at the situation before talking about it, and it is even more difficult to invite directly. It cannot be said that the crime of "blasphemy against Buddha" has been rehabilitated.

If those fleeing immortals know that they are innocent, who knows what they will think, maybe they have worked so hard to find them and made wedding dresses for others.

On the commercial road, Shang San'er, Zhao Tong, and Tu Zhuang first made up a set of rhetoric, and then flew towards the villages where the immortals lived in seclusion.

In the middle of the two closer hills is the village.

It was noon at that time, and the dog and the crane landed far away in the dense forest first.

Shang San'er snapped his fingers, and turned the old dog into a black pawn, held it in his palm, and the three of them walked slowly across the ground with a crane.

There were still six or seven miles away, and a clear and clear boyish voice sounded from the branches above their heads: "What are you doing here?"

Not to mention Zhao Tong and Tu Zhuang, two ninth ranks, who didn't notice any powerful creatures nearby at all, and even the black pawn in Shang San'er's palm didn't move.

The voice was so abrupt that it startled all three of them.

Looking up and looking left and right, there was nothing above his head except a green-feathered warbler jumping non-stop among the branches.

The green warbler jumped a few times, stopped to stare at them, opened its beak lightly, and the previous child's voice sounded again: "The land is owned by others, we don't like disturbance from outsiders, please come back!"

Sure enough, the sound it makes is almost indistinguishable from that of a human!

Seeing clearly that it was speaking, not just Shang San'er, Tu Zhuang and Zhao Tong, two veterans of the world, heaved a sigh of relief.

This little bird is actually weaker than the white crane raised by the old man Zhao, but for some reason, it can talk.

Asked on behalf of those immortals, Shang San'er clasped his fists and answered: "I am the Lord of the Green Willow City. I wanted to go into the mountains to gather some monster skins, make leather armors and sell them. I saw a village here. It seems that there are people living in fairyland. I am very curious. Special visit!"

"That big bird was flying around for two days with people on its back, and we saw it too!" The green warbler was a little clever, so she answered, and then asked, "Will it eat me?"

Shang San'er shook his head: "It only eats fish and insects, not birds!"

The green warbler became more courageous, and flew down to the branches below, looked closer, but refused: "Go back quickly, people here don't like to see outsiders!"

"I don't like to meet outsiders, so I don't want to take the liberty of waiting! But I have to ask, he has been living in seclusion in the mountains for a long time, does he have a mountain demon skin to sell? I would like to buy it with a merit leaf!"

This was Tu Zhuang's idea. Those low-priced immortals lived in the deep mountains and dense forests for a long time, and fought with the mountain monsters for a long time.

But this question is not something a little bird can answer. It jumped back and forth on the branch, and after a long rest, it screamed irritably: "I don't know!"

Without keeping the three of them waiting for a long time, another voice sounded from the depths of the forest: "Can you make a higher price?"

That's no longer a child's voice, it must be a real person, Shang San'er laughed, and replied in a clear voice: "We are honest people, we don't tell lies, the mountain demon skin still has to make clothes, and we have to keep the profit for ourselves, so we dare not give it to Gao. !"

There was silence over there, thinking they were still discussing, the green warbler above her head became more and more impatient, and jumped and screamed: "Come on, Zhongxiong, I won't answer!"

A whistle sounded from deep in the forest, and Lin Ying flapped her wings and flew back.

The previous voice came again: "Please wait a moment, wait for the elders in the village to discuss the results, and then answer!"

Shang San'er smiled and replied: "Okay!"

Randomly find an open space that does not block the line of sight, ignore the dead branches and leaves on the ground, sit down against the tree, take out the snacks sent by the second and half mountain god Mei Xing, and share them with Tu Zhuang and Zhao.

Deep in the woods, it seemed that someone was swallowing saliva.

This is not what I heard, it's just a feeling, I feel that many eyes are focused on this snack.

So, he took out the wine gourd and the wine cup, and the three of them shared the drink.

But there was also a drunkard, Tu Zhuang, gulping down his wine, smacking his mouth a few times, putting down his glass, and grinning contentedly again.

After a while, a voice from over there asked again: "I am waiting for mountain goods not only mountain monster skins, but also some strange medicines and flowers. Are you... the city lord willing to accept it?"

This time the voice was old, not the same as before.

Shang San'er nodded: "If the price is affordable, I can accept it!"

After a while, three savages wearing animal skins and clogs came out of the woods.

There were three of them, and there were three over there.

The one on the far right is the most conspicuous, in his thirties, extremely handsome, but messy beard and hair, unkempt, with a long sword on his back, with a cold face, the whole person seems to be a sharp blade that has just been unsheathed. There is a sense of sharpness.

The old man in the middle, with age spots and wrinkles all over his body, was walking with a cane, trembling as if he was dying.

The one on the left is skinny and only about 30 or [-] years old, with the green-feathered warbler resting on his shoulder.

The old man Zhao lowered his voice: "It is estimated that they have not reached the ninth level, but we can't be sure! If your fat aunt is here, you can see that I am not capable of waiting!"

Fortunately, I would like to say a few more words at critical times, not really boring to the end.When he was a matchmaker for the old couple of the Zhao family, Zhang Guoguo had a special ability in perception.

Tu Zhuang also said in a low voice: "I don't know the cultivation level, but the one with the sword on his back has a good moral!"

After exchanging a few words, the opposite side has already approached.

The old man in the middle clasped his fists tremblingly: "The old man in the mountains does not know etiquette, and this place doesn't like to communicate with the outside world, so we don't know the names! This place is known to the city lord, so please don't spread it out. We will do business in the future. Come home!"

If it is really a business, it is a good thing to know the source of the goods alone.

Shang San'er was a little bit happy, and nodded sincerely: "We are not bad customers, according to the old man!"

After working so hard for these days, I finally got to meet these immortals who are guilty of false blasphemy against Buddha. The joy is true joy, but not necessarily sincerity.

After hearing what he said, the old man was not too polite, and first threw a few pieces of tanned mountain monster skins from the treasure bag: "Please bid the city lord!"

This Tu Zhuang was familiar with it, he stepped forward to touch it, and said: "The seven-step mountain demon skin is still complete, if you take it, you will get three pieces per leaf!"

The old man nodded lightly, not dissatisfied with Tu Zhuang's low price, instead he took out a bundle: "Then all of these will be paid at this price!"

That large bundle contained more than 20 animal skins, including tigers, leopards, bears, apes, and sheep.

Shang San'er wanted to pretend to have discovered the other party by chance, and Tu Zhuang also cooperated, picking out the inferior ones: "These cards have holes, so they are not easy to use, and the price of two cards is only one!"

The old man didn't argue, one leaf had three animal skins, and the second-rate goods with holes were equal to one. He took back the patched animal skins, and said, "The city lord, please pay the bill!"

Shang San'er pointed out the corresponding merit leaf, and the old man took it tremblingly, rubbing it, his eyes slightly wet.

After a while, the old man stabilized his emotions, and threw out another eighth-order mountain demon skin: "Please bid the city lord!"

After Tu Zhuang produced one leaf and one leaf, he took out a small bundle of eighth-grade animal skins, and after Tu Zhuang finished inspecting the goods, he said again: "Please pay the bill!"

Selling them separately is to avoid being cheated and turned against. After Shang San'er paid, the old man took out two ninth-grade animal skins: "Please bid the city lord!"

For ninth-tier leather goods, Tu Zhuang sold two leaves for one piece.

The animal skin clothes worn by the old man are only seventh-grade monster skins from the mountain, but the two who came out with him are also wearing ninth-grade monster skins, so these two are not the only ones that are sold.

The animal skins were sold out, and the old man took out some dried medicines, which were also produced in the mountains. Unfortunately, the God of Zhen Yao was not there, and asked Tu and Zhao, and many of them didn't recognize them. Shang San'er could only offer low prices at random. twice.

The low-level wonder medicine is worth six or seven leaves, but Shang San'er pondered for a while, and finally shook his head: "To be honest, I don't know much about the wonder medicine, but I know where you are waiting, and I will ask for the price next time and then I will collect it! "

The old man didn't force it, put away all the strange medicines that Shang San'er didn't know, waved back, and four more savages came out with two flowers and plants each.

Wonderful flowers in the world have unique colors, unique scents, special magical effects, and even help enlightenment.

With the old dog around, Shang San'er can take it away.

Qihua can be sold for a price when you meet someone you like and want, but if you don’t meet it, it’s worthless, and there is no price.

This was discussed by Tu Zhuang and old man Zhao, and the city lord Shang Dacheng cut off half of the amount they decided on, and it was counted as the purchase price.

The old man bargained with Shang San'er for an exclusive deal, and he couldn't agree with the big city lord, so he had to accept both.

This is the last transaction, and the purchase ends here.

The old man said: "The village doesn't like outsiders, so we can't entertain guests. In the future, if the city lord comes again, he will stop here, and I will come out to do business later!"

"The guest is up to the host, according to what the old man means!"

After Shang San'er agreed, he added another sentence: "This place is close to your home, it must be quieter, no evil spirits dare to come here, I will rest here for one night, and leave tomorrow morning!"

Deliberately come to contact in the afternoon, just for this!

This is not easy to get rid of, the old man only reminded: "A few years ago, I waited for this village, and the surrounding mountain monsters and evil spirits were my favorites. The past two years have been slightly better, but it is not impossible. If there is an accident, wait with me. Nothing!"

Shang San'er smiled: "We'll rest outside, just want to take care of each other, and we have nothing to do with each other!"

So, the master and his party went back.

The guests rested until it was dark, and there were wild beasts calling in the dense forest, but they didn't sound like mountain monsters or evil spirits.

Shang San'er spread out a black chess piece, and ordered softly: "Go find a mountain monster of seventh or eighth rank, capture it and throw it in from the back. When the village is in chaos, you will also turn into a mountain demon, sneak in, and recite all the stored food!"

(End of this chapter)