I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 70 True Immortal Rumors
The two were still arguing about the profit sharing, and several people rushed up from the fourth floor of the medicine department, and the grass department, which was still somewhat empty, suddenly became crowded.

"Old Yang, congratulations, you have won the favor of the Martial Saints, and you will be prosperous in the future, so don't forget about us."

This is Shibu's chief, he was the one who despised Yang Qing before, but now he was the first one to congratulate him.

"Hey, it's easy to talk about."

Yang Qing's face was flushed, and he swept away the situation where he couldn't hold his head up in the other four departments.

"Daxuan's appearance as a hidden martial saint is a chance for Lao Yang, and it is also a great thing for Daxuan."

An old man with a long beard and a green shirt is worried about the country and the people. This is Wan Shicheng, the head of the insect department.

Both of them like to talk about state affairs, and they are Yang Qing's rare best friends.

The Insect Department is worth mentioning. In addition to collecting all kinds of strange insects in the world, the monster parts and demon pills provided by the guards of the Palace of Longevity are basically in the Insect Department.

Therefore, although the insect department is on the first floor, few people usually enter it. Even though there is a formation to suppress the evil spirit, the smell of blood is still too strong.

To use Yang Qing's poisonous tongue, it is a slaughterhouse that pollutes the eyes of scholars for no reason.
"That's right, since the true immortal came out in 200 years, in the past ten years, the barbarians of the Demon Kingdom and the monster race around Daxuan have been provoking continuously. Although they were all repelled, they became more rampant."

"This time the Martial Saint appears in the world, it won't take long, it will surely spread to the surrounding countries, and it will also let these Xiao Xiao rest the hearts of the Great Xuan."

The head of Tanibe also got involved.

"I'm afraid it's not that easy. I heard that the demon clan has added two more demon immortals recently, and that Gu Immortal from Nanban is almost healed."

Seeing that the adults were talking about state affairs, He Pingan and Han Li hurriedly got up, gave up their seats to make tea, and were very busy.

It wasn't until the next duty that the elders gradually left. Master Wang wanted to take advantage of the chaos to leave, but was grabbed by Yang Qing.

"At least [-]%, no less."

Yang Qing's sharing of Wu Sheng's picture scroll is deeply in his heart.

Master Wang saw that he couldn't avoid it, so he had to agree: "[-]% is [-]%, but you have to buy me the best Xuanyang paper."

"And you have to buy me two high-quality Langhao pens made of third-grade wolf demon hair."

"By the way, there is also Xuan Yumo, this is the most wasteful painting."

"Lao Yang, don't go, why are you covering your ears?"

Now it was Master Wang who was holding on to Yang Qing, and the two sides entangled for a long time before they finally made a decision.

Yang Qing shared [-]% of the profit, and the other four treasures of the study were all prepared by Master Wang.

To put it simply, Yang Qing only pays dividends and does not work.

After Master Wang left, He Pingan saw that Yang Qing was in a good mood at this time, and asked, "Brother Yang, I heard from Changchun Master that there are real immortals in Daxuan, but they haven't appeared in nearly 200 years, what's the matter? "

Yang Qing pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "Speaking of this true fairy, he is not an ordinary person."

It turned out that before this true immortal was born, Daxuan had not seen a transcendent powerhouse for more than 100 years, the dynasty was on the verge of collapse, and there was even a Nanman Gu Immortal who brought his gu cultivators and tens of billions of poisonous insects to invade the Daxuan Kingdom.

In a critical moment, a real immortal suddenly appeared out of nowhere, holding a fairy sword and beheading the Nanman Gu Immortal into serious injuries, leading Daxuan's army and civilians to destroy most of the poisonous insects cultivating Gu, and obtaining peace for Daxuan for 200 years.

But after the first battle, that true immortal disappeared and never appeared again for 200 years.

Some said that he traveled to foreign lands, and some said that he was seriously injured and died after the battle with Gu Immortal, and there are different opinions.

"There is a fairy sword beside me."

"No wonder it can cut Gu Immortal into serious injuries."

He Pingan was envious, but he only had a magic knife.

You must know that a monk's strength, except for a large part comes from his own cultivation, the remaining small part is relying on magic weapons.

A true immortal with a fairy sword in his body, the martial sage would also call him a fellow daoist when he saw it.

But if it is a true immortal who does not have a fairy sword, Wu Sheng will only say lightly: Here you go, little brother.

Of course, if it's a martial saint with a fairy weapon, that's another story!

"Heh, it's been so long."

Yang Qing looked at the sky, half an hour had passed since he was on duty.

"What's the use of talking so much with you kid?"

"If you can cultivate to the third rank in this life, you will be regarded as the honor of the Martial Saint."

Yang Qing cast a sideways glance at He Pingan, and continued to speak venomously as before.

He Pingan swept it casually, isn't it, Han Li had already run away at some point.

"Let's go, go home, I must surprise Yue'e tonight."

Yang Qing left triumphantly, his physical body has recovered, and his strength on the bed will naturally improve a lot, Madam will definitely be pleasantly surprised.

After being on duty, He Ping'an walked home slowly and saw the lights and festoons in every house, and then he remembered that today is Daxuan's Moon Worship Festival.

That is the Mid-Autumn Festival in the previous life.

I used to be alone in the drug testing department, there was no day and night, I didn't know what time it was outside, and it didn't matter what the festival was.

This is the first time I have experienced Daxuan's local festival since I left the Drug Testing Department.

There are many tourists on the street, in twos and threes, hooking shoulders and backs, especially near the West Market, many small vendors are shouting on the side of the road, the voice is endless, and it is very lively.

"Old man, how do you sell this mooncake?"

He Pingan walked to a small stall with a variety of mooncakes on display.

"This egg yolk moon cake costs three yuan."

"This mooncake with fresh meat and mustard greens costs five cents a piece."

He Pingan frowned, and asked, "Old man, why do you have salty mooncakes here? Are there any sweet ones?"

"Such as bean paste mooncakes, osmanthus mooncakes."

The eyes of the old man who set up the stall suddenly widened, and he looked at He Pingan as if he was looking at a different kind: "Do you want to eat sweet mooncakes?"

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

"Go, go, go, my place is full of salty mooncakes, and sweet mooncakes won't be in the elegant hall."

The old man who set up the stall blew his beard and stared, trying to drive He Pingan away.

"Hey!"

He Pingan was not convinced now: "Why can't sweet mooncakes be listed in the hall of elegance?"

"Salty mooncakes are too strong and oily, where can I find sweet mooncakes?"

"Where did you come from, wild boy, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The two people argued louder and louder, attracting passers-by to watch.

Some passers-by couldn't help but joined the battle group.

After half an hour of verbal battles, He Pingan finally convinced everyone with the strength of "Land Jianxian".

Sweet Party wins big.

At this moment, the old man who set up the stall looked excited, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed towards He Pingan suddenly, shouting: "The salty party will win!"

"Old man, it's impossible"

Seeing that the situation was not good, He Pingan said a few words, and his figure ran around like a fish swimming in the crowd, and after a few dodges, he left the battle group.

The hustle and bustle is still behind
A quarter of an hour later, He Pingan returned to Xiancaotang with a bunch of sweet mooncakes in his hand.

"Master, you are back."

A gust of fragrant wind rushed towards him, followed by the dizzying ups and downs of the mountains, which made him forget his previous defeat in the confrontation with the old man who set up a stall.

Hong Xifei took the mooncake in his hand and asked, "My lord, did you buy a mooncake?"

"That's right, today is the Moon Worship Festival, don't you want to eat mooncakes?"

He Pingan was puzzled.

"The slave family has already made moon cakes for the young master with their own hands, and also made a table of your favorite dishes, waiting for the young master to come back."

"Hey, then I'll have a good taste."

He Pingan said expectantly.

After a cup of tea, He Pingan's surprised voice suddenly came from the back hall:
"Xifei, how do you make salty mooncakes?"

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