Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 33
The night was dark, and there were not many monks walking on the streets of Fangshi.

Chen Mou came out from the darkness at the foot of the mountain, holding an item in each hand. His attire immediately attracted the attention of passers-by. Under the eyes of everyone, he walked slowly into the Wanyaotang where no guests were about to leave the door.

"Sell medicine, find the shopkeeper."

The clerk who greeted him recognized that the guest in front of him had been here before through his vague voice and the appearance of "labor and capital are treasures", and hurriedly extended his hand to greet him politely.

The chubby Shopkeeper Qi was already smiling and walked out from behind the counter over there.

Shopkeeper Qi likes to deal with repeat customers. He has had at least one transaction with each other, and has a meager foundation of trust. He walked into the wing room, closed the door, and cupped his hands and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. What medicinal materials are you going to sell this time? Please also invite Liang Bao."

Chen Mou unwrapped the green cloth, opened the wooden box, and peeled off the soft cloth to reveal purple-black round jujubes.

"Freshly picked Ziyanling jujube, 53 pieces, please make an offer!"

Shopkeeper Qi took a jujube, sized it up carefully and said with a smile: "There are freshly picked Ziyan jujubes in this season, it's really rare, and the price..."

He could still easily distinguish the jujubes preserved by magic from the fresh ones picked less than a day ago. He glanced at another huge cloth bag randomly placed on the ground, bulging, wondering what treasures were contained in it?
"If they are all in this kind of condition and there is no damage, I will offer you the price of two spirit stones and one spirit jujube."

"Deal, let shopkeeper Qi check it out."

Chen Mo nodded in agreement.

In the fall and winter of last year, Lingzao was listed at the price of one Lingshi and two dates, and the off-season sales really made a lot of money.

Based on his understanding of the black heart of the store, he valued it in a spirit stone.

Shopkeeper Qi opened the door and called an idle guy in, and ordered the jujubes to be counted and put into two jade boxes.

Rare things are precious, he will send fresh Ziyan Lingzao back to the sect early tomorrow morning to entertain distinguished guests and earn some face for the elders, he can gain a reputation of being able to do things.

There is a saying in Fangshi, "It's hard to buy rare things with money".

A hundred and ten spirit stones, how expensive is it?

The last transaction made almost ten times the profit.

Shopkeeper Qi gestured to the big bag on the ground with his eyes, and said with a smile, "Your Excellency, isn't there another treasure for sale?"

Chen Mou untied the cloth belt tied at the mouth of the bag, opened the oilcloth bag inside completely, and said: "A fresh monster bird, shopkeeper Qi will look at it and ask for a price."

He originally wanted to sell the demon birds at the shop diagonally opposite, but since shopkeeper Qi was enthusiastic, it would be better to sell them together.

Shopkeeper Qi slapped his nose lightly with his hand, the smell of blood was too strong, he is in a medicine store, not a grocery store, and a first-rank monster bird really doesn't look good on him, but the words were out of his mouth, so he casually gave a price: "Ten Lingshi."

Chen Mou thought for a moment, suffered a little loss, and agreed: "Deal!"

He didn't want to bother running to a second house.

Get the 110 six spirit stones counted by shopkeeper Qi face to face, and pack the cloth bags, wooden boxes and other things.

Shopkeeper Qi took out three books from the cabinet in the wing room, and said, "If you don't mind, Wanyaotang will give you a set of books on how to dig and preserve medicinal materials, which can reduce the loss of spirituality of medicines."

Chen Mou took the gift, thanked him, put it in a wooden box, picked it up and walked out.

Shopkeeper Qi personally sent the guests outside the shop door. Seeing that the guest whose aura was in the middle stage of Qi refining was striding down the opposite mountain, he couldn't believe that the other party was really in the middle stage of Qi refining.

Is the black-winged demon falcon in the middle of the first order, the demon bird flying in the sky, so easy to kill?
Seeing a few monks hiding in the dark, looking at each other, and chasing down the mountain in several places, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned and walked back to the shop.

Chen Mou disappeared into the woods that he had been eyeing for a long time at the foot of the mountain.

With the help of the cover of night, even if the cultivators who established the foundation wanted to rob him, they would return in vain.

Those street bastards wanted to follow him and find out his details, so it was impossible to take action in Fangshi. There are too many people, and there are rules to control them.

"What about people?"

"Where did you go?"

In the low sky and on the ground, many figures surrounded him, only to find that the mysterious monk in the cloak had long since disappeared from the woods.

"Could it be that the Foundation Establishment cultivator... is playing tricks on us?"

"Hiss, it's very possible, it's the same as last time."

"It must have flown away from above, withdraw, this business cannot be done."

The gangsters in Sangu Street dispersed in a rush, and the guys in Hunfang City were all very slippery, and they were used to riding the wind and bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

The things that suffer are not relevant, and if there are good ideas, you have to step in to get some oil and water.

In the foreign world cave, Chen Mou spat out the small walnuts in his mouth, took off his clothes and linen belt, and muttered to himself: "This outfit can't be used next time, I have to change to another identity."

Two but three, he was very vigilant in his heart.

Leave the spirit stone and book in the cave, wash your hands, change into the dirty clothes you took off earlier, take two pieces of dry leather, claws, and teeth, and carry the empty cloth bag on your back, and appear in the east of his courtyard Under a tree, he had previously left a copper coin under the tree as a breath.

Pick up the copper coins, go to the gate of the courtyard, and open the door with the bronze key.

There was an orange light at the door of the kitchen, and there was a ringing sound. Ying'er held the light and looked out, asking:
"Young master, are you back?"

"I'm back, first boil a bucket of hot water, and I'll take a good wash."

"The hot water, bath bucket and clothes are all ready, and I am preparing a supper for you. Do you need your son to wait for you to take a bath?"

"Forget it, the weather is still cold, get your clothes wet to avoid getting sick, and no one will cook for me then."

Chen Mou rejected the maid's offer, pushed open the door of the forging room and walked in.

I only stayed outside for five short days, it seemed like a long time, and it felt so good to be home.

Give him peace of mind.

Another night of absurdity and indulgence.

the next morning.

Ying'er was sitting in the corner of the yard, repeatedly beating the blood-stained blue suit on the granite with a mallet. It was a bit difficult to clean the blood after it dried, and she had already wiped the soap locust several times.

Mo Fu and Chen Mou were drinking tea and chatting in the main room, playing with a pair of monster fangs in their hands.

"It seems that you have gained a lot from this trip. You can earn a year's rent and formation protection expenses paid by Lingshi."

Mo Fu put away the small gift, and didn't ask too much for details. No matter how familiar a friend is, he still needs to grasp the sense of boundaries, and then asked: "There is still half a year left between now and the Mid-Autumn Festival. Say it quickly, and your forging Skills, how are you preparing?"

"It's okay, choose one of the five sects at random, and enter with your eyes closed."

At this moment and at that moment, Chen Mou lazily spoke the truth about his indebtedness.

Mo Fu let out a disdainful "sneer", but did not refute. He changed the subject and asked, "The day before yesterday I went to Lun Dao Hall to practice swords, and Master Luo was still asking, when will you continue to learn swords?"

"I'm tired of fighting and killing."

Chen Mou said boldly.

Delivered the spirit stone in Lun Dao Hall, practiced two stages of swordsmanship, and mastered the Jiugong Sword proficiently.

He felt that Master Luo could no longer improve his level, or that he was useless to teach him. He could practice swords at home. If he wanted to break through the level of sword energy, he had to accumulate hard work over time, and he didn't want to spend Lingshi to listen to Master Luo's fooling around.

He wanted to learn Taoism from Daoist Ning who helped him solve his doubts in Lun Dao Hall, and he would not hesitate to pay more.

I found out that Daoist Ning was just a wandering Taoist priest, and he didn't stay in Danyang Fang for a few days, where did he go now?

He has a kind of regret that he missed it.

"Don't pretend to be a 'son' in front of me... It's strange, they all call me master, why do they call you 'son'? Is it because I am mature and stable, and you have no hair on your mouth?"

Mo Fu's thinking jumped to a direction that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

"It's you who look old, with a face full of weather and vicissitudes. It's too ignorant to call you 'son'."

"...Don't come to my house for dinner at night."

Master Mo left heartbroken.

He also walked away with a small jar of unopened spiritual wine on the table, otherwise it would be difficult to make up for his severely wounded soul.

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(End of this chapter)