Martial arts: In the desert, learn from the Seven Monsters

Chapter 91 Fu Liang
When Qian Yishan saw Guo Jing, he was taken aback for a moment before he remembered that this was Guo Jing who was following those two stunning women yesterday. He regained his energy and quickly pulled Guo Jing to the chair beside him.

Qian Yishan put the faded signboard in a dark place, smiled awkwardly,

"Guo Shaoxia is being polite. I'm just a street vendor. This time I came here to exchange for some herbs and poisons. Oh, by the way, didn't those two girls come with me? Brothers are very lucky to have two such beauties by their side .”

Seeing that there was no one around Guo Jing, Qian Yitang couldn't help asking curiously.

As soon as someone mentioned the Ling Xiao Wanlan sword, Guo Jing's face collapsed immediately.

"Let's go, let's not mention those two, it's better to come out and take care of Boss Qian's business." Guo Jing waved his hand and said.

Qian Yishan chuckled a few times, revealing a smile that men could understand.

Guo Jing followed with a silent smile, if Qian Yitang knew that if he was with these two women, he would be hit with a life-and-death talisman, he probably wouldn't be able to laugh.

While Qian Yishan teased Guo Jing, he quickly tidied up his booth and showed Guo Jing his goods.

Seeing that Qian Yishan hesitated for a moment at the many goods on the booth, he pointed his finger at an earthen jar.

"Guo Shaoxia, although our Ten Thousand Poison Hall has declined a bit, it was still a famous name more than 100 years ago. The things in the hall are the best for hundreds of thousands of miles. For example, this fire-eating ant has devoured the local area since childhood A characteristic fire-poison tree expands, so it has a very strong fire poison."

"Whether it's raising it to get poison, or using its poison to attract Manghuang vermilion clams, it's very appropriate."

Guo Jing lowered his head and looked in the direction of his finger, and saw that it was an earthen jar the size of a human head. The top was covered with a net made of fine bamboo silk, and a red ant could be seen inside. is eating a piece of wood.

The ant was about the size of an ordinary ant, so it looked nothing unusual.

"How is this thing really as powerful as you said?" Guo Jing asked.

Qian Yishan slapped his chest loudly, repeatedly assuring that there would be no problem.

Guo Jing extended his palm to the fire-eating ant with great interest, and saw the fire-eating ant quietly gnawing on the wood in the earthen jar. When Guo Jing stretched out his palm, he suddenly sensed Guo Jing's The big hand stopped the nibbling in the mouth.

The next moment, the ant suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Guo Jing's palm.

Guo Jing subconsciously withdrew his hand, and the fire-eating ant bumped into the gauze net and fell down.

"This little thing is so fierce." Guo Jing couldn't help being surprised, and he checked carefully again, there were some white spots on the corner of the fire-eating ant's mouth, which turned out to be the fangs of this fire-eating ant.

It seems that the poisonous insects in Yunnan are really different from other places, there is something.Guo Jing stroked his chin and thought to himself.

Seeing Guo Jing's heartbeat, Qian Yishan felt a little secretly happy, and continued to publicize.

"Guo Shaoxia, this fire-eating ant can be regarded as a relatively powerful poisonous insect. I originally sold a 40-year-old medicinal herb at my booth, but since you have the name card given below, you can buy a 35-year-old medicinal herb." Take it away."

As Qian Yishan said, he was going to help Guo Jing pack it with a bag, and at the same time, there was an expression of regret on his face, as if he was very embarrassed to pay this price.

However, a man in black clothes and long beard suddenly walked over from a stall next to him. He glanced at Guo Jing and couldn't help laughing,
"I advise this friend not to trust the owner of the Ten Thousand Poison Hall too much. It is a bit exaggerated to sell this fire-eating ant for this price."

Qian Yishan's face froze when he heard what the man in black clothes and long beard said, and shouted loudly with red neck, "This is my Wandutang's business, why are you Fu Liang Bailiantang's people making trouble here?"

As Qian Yishan said, he quickly packed up the bag in his hand, turned his back to Fu Liang, and was about to make a deal with Guo Jing.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Then Fu Liang seemed to want to oppose Qian Yishan on purpose, stopped Qian Yishan, and immediately took out a box from his arms, and said, "This friend surnamed Guo, you can take care of it, I just happen to be here. There is also a fire-eating ant, what do you think of it?"

Guo Jing heard the sound and looked over, and saw a rather delicate box in Fu Liang's hand, the box was also covered with bamboo silk netting, and inside was also a red ant.It's just that compared to Qian Yishan's box, it's only a small circle bigger.

Which of the two is higher and lower can be seen at a glance.

Guo Jing saw a small pattern printed on the box at the same time, and the same small pattern was printed on Fu Liang's clothes.Combining the exquisiteness of the box and the preciousness of the clothes, Guo Jing reckoned that the Bailiantang where Fu Liang was located might not be a small organization, but a rich owner.

Fu Liang said with a smile, "I, a fire-eating ant, don't want 40-year-old herbs, and like this boss Qian of Wandutang, I only sell 35-year-old herbs. What do you think?"

Guo Jing looked at the smile on Fu Liang's face, then turned to look at Qian Yishan.

Qian Yishan's face turned black and he was speechless.It is obvious that the business of the mouth has been taken away, which is extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing Qian Yishan's ugly face, Fu Liang became even more excited, and continued,

"That's good, I see that this brother Guo may be the first time to come to the Hundred Poisons Association, this is good, I will give Brother Guo a discount, as long as you have a 30-year-old medicinal herb, I will sell it to Guo brother."

"30 Years!"

Qian Yishan couldn't help being surprised when he heard this.

"Fu Liang, what nonsense are you talking about? You fire-eating ant has only bought 30-year-old vintages. What do you want to do?"

Fu Liang laughed loudly and said,
"What's the matter, Boss Qian, you Wan Poison Hall's name is so resounding, why can't you afford it anymore?"

"I offer a low price, of course I am happy, I just want my friends who buy things from you to buy better things from me."

Qian Yishan's face became even more ugly. He slapped his palm on the table and said, "Fu Liang, don't think that your Bailiantang family has a great career and can do whatever you want."

"I'm sorry, Boss Qian," Fu Liang put his hands on his chest, and laughed jokingly, "You can do whatever you want with money."

I don't think it's better for you to stop insisting on inheriting your so-called time-honored brand. Your Wandutang has now been reduced to the point where your boss Qian personally goes to the street to attract customers. According to me, it doesn't need to be so troublesome. "

"You might as well listen to my suggestion and sell us the name of Wan Poison Hall directly. What's wrong with that?"

That Fu Liang persuaded with a earnest look, but his face was full of complacency.

(End of this chapter)