If you become a monster, you will succeed.

Chapter 271 Yanzhou Experience (Preface)

In the autumn of 322 in Dachu, a caravan entered Yanzhou from Sizhou via Yumen. The owner of this trade route would lead the caravan once a year, but this year, it seems to be a little different.

"Father, we used to buy some herbs and food, but this year it's all silk! This kind of stuff from rich and noble people, the place like Yanzhou is full of gangsters, even if they can afford it, they won't use it." Use it!"

In the middle of the convoy, in the carriage, a man in his early twenties looked at the desolate land around him, recalled the news he had heard, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled by his father's way of changing the goods rashly this year.

"You only know how to go to teahouses to listen to books and watch music, why don't you pay attention to serious news!" Nearly fifty years old, for people who don't practice martial arts, the caravan owner who can already call himself an old man gave his son a glare, but he didn't experience it. How much to blame, this son has been left in the surrounding shops to practice, and he is not familiar with this running business, so he can only explain:
"Most of the stories told by those storytellers have been edited. Even if there are any anecdotes in the world, they are old things. The way of 'business' is nothing more than buying low and selling high. You need to know where to buy low and where to buy. If you want to sell high, you must keep abreast of the latest news, which requires specially cultivating some news channels. Otherwise, do you think that every time the old man spends the money on the road, it is used to show off? Without these expenses, how could they send the latest news? The news to tell you?"

"Father, you taught me that." Although the young man is still a little irritable, he has experienced in the chamber of commerce for some years, so he naturally understands the truth of what his father said, but before he and his father can inquire about their own network, But I heard my father sigh again:
"Actually, Dad's hand is also outdated. Now the Yuelai Inn is a good deal. You can buy the information you want with only a few taels of silver. No matter how convenient and easy-to-use they are, you still have to operate your own channels, it doesn’t matter if they are a little slower or a little bit worse, but you must have them.”

Hearing the words, the young man nodded thoughtfully, but then said:

"Father, the Yuelai Inn you mentioned, is there one in Yanzhou?"

"I heard that there are places in every state and every government in the world..." The old businessman heard his son's sudden question, followed his line of sight and looked out the window, and saw a room in the wilderness, a room composed of several small buildings. , the inn that looks like a small village is just stuck on the side of the road, and the four characters "Yuelai Inn" are written on the plaque.

"What time is it?" The old businessman squinted his eyes, glanced at the signboard, the flag sail, etc., and then asked the driver.

"Boss, it's time to mark the time!" The coachman looked at the sun and turned his head to answer. The old businessman made a guess and said:

"Discuss with a few escorts, let's rest here today."

"okay!"

The news spread quickly, and several bodyguards escorted the father and son of the owner into the main hall of the inn.

The lobby is extremely spacious, with more than a dozen tables of good Eight Immortals tables, it is not a problem to seat a hundred people, along the stairs, there are some private rooms, which look no different from the main store in Beijing.

"Who are the guest officers? Do you stay at the top or stay in the hotel?" Seeing this, Xiao Er immediately came up to greet him, seeing the familiar layout, and immediately said:

"Our caravan has a total of six vehicles, NO.40 people, is there any room available?"

"The rooms may not be enough, but the common shop and standard rooms are definitely enough!" Xiao Er immediately said, the old businessman nodded, took out a silver coin and handed it to Xiao Er:
"Give us a table of wine and food, and the people outside will help arrange it, and feed the animals."

"Okay, all of you, please!" Xiao Er immediately greeted the colleagues next to him, and immediately someone went out to help arrange the living creature's entourage, and the old businessman took his son's bodyguards to find a seat by the window, while He greeted his own team while observing the situation in the store.

Then he realized something was wrong.

Although there was no Yuelai Inn before, there are actually quite a few wild stores like Yanzhou, but most of them have strange shapes and are corrupted by evil spirits, but at this moment, the guests in the store are very normal.

No, that's not normal anymore.

They are not rough skinned like ordinary Jianghu guests, but each of them has creamy skin. Compared with Jianghu guests, they are more like those rich and well-clothed nobles in the capital. It almost looks like a geographical farmer.

However, the most conspicuous thing about these quacks is not the healthy complexion, but the pale yellow satin cloak with a hood——

Today, [-]% of the customers in this store are wearing this kind of silk and satin, but the color is slightly darker. As for the remaining [-]%, they are also wearing a yellow cloak with a hood, but the material is not silk, but wool, cotton and other fabrics.

"Father, why are these people so rich? Why do they all like to wear silk?" The young man was also shocked at this time, and then complained:

"Father, you don't even know the whole story when you ask for information. It's true that people here like silk and satin, but they like yellow silk!"

The old businessman was also a little embarrassed when he heard the words. The information sent back from his news network was only that Yanzhou had a lot of silk shortages, but he didn't hear that only yellow silk was needed!Or are these people from the same sect, so they are all yellow silk?

But before he could open his mouth, the bodyguard beside him solemnly said:
"Boss, be careful, something is wrong here!"

Hearing the bodyguard's words, the businessman immediately became serious. While making a posture that the bodyguard could easily pick up and run away, he gave his son a wink. After the other party also assumed the same "chicken pose", he became cautious. road:
"Tell me."

Hearing this, the bodyguard frowned and said:

"These Jianghu people are too young, and their strengths are also uneven. Some of them have just developed their inner strength. Such people should not appear in Yanzhou!"

"You mean, these people might be demons?" The businessman's expression tensed immediately, but the bodyguard shook his head and said:
"It's not like, their inner qi is peaceful, quiet and concise, and they don't have the characteristics of demon cult monsters on their bodies, so I don't like it either..."

The businessman was secretly worried, but when he saw a waiter who had nothing to do but was walking back and forth in the lobby, he immediately thought of something and waved to him.

Seeing the greeting from the guest, Xiaoer walked over immediately, and said with a business-like smile:
"Don't worry, guest officer, your food will be ready soon."

The old businessman knew the rules, and immediately took out two taels of silver and put it on the table. Seeing this, Xiao Er lost that flattering smile and became a bit more serious, and immediately said:
"What does the guest officer want to know?"

"Why are these people all wearing yellow silk? And here in Yanzhou, when will there be martial arts people below the master level?"

The businessman asked tentatively, but at the same time moved a little towards the window, Xiaoer saw this, but smiled and said:

"These people were originally natives of Yanzhou. They worshiped under Xuanjun's sect. Because they practiced the "Xuanjun Secret Scripture", they are not afraid of the erosion of evil energy and can walk in Yanzhou. Although their strength is not comparable to that of the master, they can deal with some peripheral It is enough to escort the demon cultivators for logistical supplies. As for the yellow silk cloaks they wear, they are weapons trained by Xuanjun's disciples, and they are called "Eighteen Falls in Yellow Clothes."

"The name sounds like the method of close-fitting bunt." The young man also went to teahouses to listen to books on weekdays, so he had naturally heard of a kung fu called "Staining Clothes and Eighteen Falls".

Hearing this, Xiao Er smiled and said:
"Your Majesty, I don't know that the fists and kicks passed down by Xuanjun are called "Tianmo Zhuxiangquan". He fell, but he practiced the yellow clothes. It is said that this kung fu imitated the behavior of the demon cultivator "Yaoxiu" infecting the weapon, and did the opposite, blending his own true energy into the robe. If things go on like this, the robe will have its own spirituality , combined with the kung fu, it is like a living thing, it will fall when touched, and it can automatically protect the body. Look at those clothes, the more golden the color, the more sophisticated the kung fu is, but there is not enough silk and satin in Yanzhou now. It can be replaced by cotton and linen wool, but the power is greatly reduced..."

(End of this chapter)