Gou becomes a boss in the fairy world.

Everyone enjoyed this ordinary dinner.

According to Zhang Mushan, although the flower deer that Wang Chen hit was not a very precious monster, it was rare within a thousand miles, and it was almost wiped out by the hunters.

The taste of venison is very good, similar to the texture of beef tenderloin. It is grilled and sprinkled with salt and crushed spices. It has a delicious taste that makes people swallow their tongues together.

The deer blood wine mixed with spirit wine has the function of nourishing yin and strengthening yang. Zhang Mushan is not a drinker, so he asked Wang Chen for a jar to take home and drink slowly.

Before leaving, he specially reminded Wang Chen not to go hunting too far alone.

Also, be careful of the slave catchers in other fairy cities.

Slave catchers are much more terrifying than monsters!
Wang Chen remembered it in his heart.

Waking up early the next morning, after weeding in the spiritual field, he took out the chopped deer meat and bones, mixed it with a certain proportion of deer blood, and evenly sprinkled it on the field.

Lingdao, which "smelled" blood, protruded countless roots from under the soil layer, wrapped in minced meat and bones, and dragged back to the ground.

"Eat meat, eat meat!"

They were joyful and joyful, expressing their gratitude and satisfaction to Wang Chen one after another.

Wang Chen: "..."

In the following days, Wang Chen continued to live a reclusive life.

He followed Zhang Mushan's warning, and did not go hunting far away, and wandered around Dongli Mountain every time he went out.

Although the prey in Dongli Mountain were few and hard to find, Wang Chen could always find some hidden monsters by relying on the Shangqing Qiankun Mirror and his powerful spiritual sense.

Never come back empty-handed again and again!

Wang Chen decomposed the essence of the prey that was brought back to eat by himself, or took it to the market to exchange supplies with others.

The rest are minced to fatten the Lingtian.

Besides taking care of the Lingtian, Wang Chen spent most of his time on cultivation.

He calmed down without any haste, diligently practiced the innate five-element skills and the Taixuan Mirage Dragon Jue, cultivated the Longyuan Sword day and night, and practiced new sword skills at the same time.

The days are very fulfilling.

By the time of Mid-Autumn Festival, the dozens of acres of spiritual rice planted by Wang Chen are about to mature.

Because he missed the spring plowing, he can only plant this season's Japonica rice this year, but he took good care of it and added enough meat and fertilizer, so he saw a bumper harvest soon!

At this time, Wang Chen stopped going out and guarded his spiritual field waiting for harvest.

There are two worlds inside and outside Feixu Valley. If he still went out to hunt at this time, the spiritual rice might be secretly cut off without even leaving any residue.

However, to Wang Chen's surprise, the person who stole the rice did not appear.

Three monks came.

The leader was an old man in green clothes with a kind face, and his smiling appearance looked harmless to humans and animals.

When he saw Wang Chen, who was guarding the Lingtian, he opened his mouth and said, "My fellow Taoist, I want all these Japonica rice."

Wang Chen was stunned for a moment.

I've seen people who do business, but I've never seen someone who talks about business like this, and the tone is so natural that it seems to be sure to take him!
Wang Chen asked calmly, "What price do you offer?"

The old man in Tsing Yi raised a finger: "Three catties of rice and one spirit."

Grass!
Wang Chen resisted the urge to curse.

When selecting seeds before, he specifically learned about the market prices of different Lingmi.

Green Japonica rice is easy to grow but difficult to produce high yields. Because of its good taste and strong nourishing effect, it is very popular in the market.

The market price of a catty of unhulled rice is about [-] Ling, and it is said that it can be sold at a higher price in Yongle Xiancheng.

As a result, the other party actually offered a price of three catties of grain and one spirit.

"too low."

Wang Chen shook his head: "I might as well keep it for myself at this price."

He practiced Tianlong King Kong Dharma and consumed a lot of food, and his usual appetite was much larger than that of ordinary monks.

Part of the green japonica rice planted must be kept for oneself.

"Low?"

The old man in Tsing Yi looked at Wang Chen with a smile that was not a smile: "Fellow Taoists learned that my humble servant, Qian Wancheng, is the shopkeeper of Feixu Valley Wine and Rice Shop."

As he spoke, he showed an identity plate!
Wang Chen's heart sank.

There is only one wine and rice store in Feixu Valley, which sells spirit wine and spirit rice.

And everyone knows that all the shops in the valley are owned by the leader of Feixu Camp—Mu Zhenren.

Wang Chen is not afraid of this old man in green who is trying to buy and sell by force, even if the opponent is a high-level purple mansion, he is capable of defeating him.

The problem is that behind this guy is a Jindan real person.

That would be a very different situation!
Wang Chen knew very well that the majestic Jindan real person would not pay attention to such a small matter, and 100% of the people playing this kind of bullying and dominating the market are people under him-such as the money shopkeeper in front of him!
And the other party still has no fear, once Wang Chen is not afraid of being exposed.

With a flash of thought in his mind, Wang Chen said in a deep voice: "I have always admired Master Mu, and I am willing to offer three thousand catties of green japonica rice."

"Pooh!"

The old man in Tsing Yi turned his face, spit on the ground viciously, and shouted: "Did the real person send you this rice? Don't overestimate your capabilities. If you don't say anything good or bad today, I will let you eat it." I can't walk around!"

Wang Chen held back his breath and said, "How about this, I will keep five thousand catties of rice for myself, and sell the rest to you at this price, so let's cultivate respect for real people right now."

A hero doesn't suffer from immediate disadvantages. Since the other party dares to act in the name of a real person, he is not afraid of making things big.

If he got serious with this shopkeeper and refused to budge an inch, Wang Chen himself would be the most unlucky person in the end.

"I'll leave you a thousand catties at most."

Qian Wancheng exhaled a puff of air from his nostrils, and looked at Wang Chen with contemptuous eyes: "What is Wuqianjin thinking about? I'm not afraid to tell you, Qian Wancheng will order the rice today!"

"alright."

Wang Chen said: "Then I will only keep one thousand catties, and sell the rest to you."

This has reached his lowest line.

"You're smart."

Qian Wancheng laughed and said, "I'll send people to harvest tomorrow, so get ready!"

After speaking, he turned around and was about to take people away.

The two people brought by Qian Wancheng had a tough temperament, they looked like war repairers who had been on the battlefield, their eyes were piercing and murderous.

"slow!"

Wang Chen said quickly, "The deposit has not been paid yet."

Qian Wancheng turned around and asked in surprise, "What deposit? Did you tell me about the deposit?"

He laughed loudly, then waved his hand and said, "I'll give it to you, and you're afraid that I won't pay you? You're thinking too much!"

Wang Chen remained silent.

Qian Wancheng thought that Wang Chen had really given in, so he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll come back tomorrow, I hope you're ready."

After Qian Wancheng and the others left, Wang Chen thought about it, and then sent Zhang Mushan a talisman letter.

As a result, the latter arrived in a hurry at dusk.

"I'm going out today."

Zhang Mushan explained: "I just saw your talisman letter when I came back, did something happen?"

Speaking of which, Wang Chen is really in trouble! ——
The second is sent.