I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 214 Selling elixirs on the street (two chapters in one)

"Sir, is this really okay?"

At the gate of West Street, Zhang Jun and others had returned safely.

But when he looked back, he found that none of Fan Qi and the others had turned back, and Qi Dongyang suddenly felt a very bad feeling in his heart.

He came to Zhang Jun's side and said, "After all, they are all from various palaces, as well as the Black Armored Army. If something really happened, we..."

"We?? What does it have to do with us?"

Zhang Jun turned back and looked at Qi Dongyang: "They took the admiral's warrant and forced their way in. We have dissuaded them and reminded them not to go deep. What does it have to do with us if they don't listen?"

Qi Dongyang had a sad face for a moment and didn't know what to say.

That's what they say, but as the saying goes, a hairless phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. If something happens to these people, it will be their Golden Scale Guards who will take the blame.

"Don't worry, if something happens, I'll take care of it."

Zhang Jun patted Qi Dongyang on the shoulder and invited everyone to eat.

When it comes to eating, everyone's expressions immediately relax.

They have never eaten so well or been so full since they followed Commander Zhao.

On the way here, I just shopped and ate, and on my way back, I went to another street to shop and eat. These days are simply not too happy.

Even if you can't finish it, it's good to take it back to your wife, children and children at home.

"Sir, we make you spend money every day, this..."

Qi Dongyang looked at the fire that Zhang Jun handed over and felt a little embarrassed. The expenses these days were not as high as usual.

They all know that Mr. Zhao has advanced one year's salary to the government office.

They had followed the Third Division before, and they didn't have much money and money. They really deserved to spend such money.

"Don't worry, there will be people queuing up to give us money after a while."

Zhang Jun waved his hand and ordered another cage of meat buns to share with everyone.

Brother Han held the hot buns in his arms and frowned as he took a bite. He looked back at the owner of the steamed buns, shook his head, and continued to eat.

Zhang Jun also took a bite of the meat buns, but stopped eating after just one bite. He handed it to another Jinlinwei brother aside and made a note of the bun shop to avoid coming back in the future.

The rest of the people can eat some of it. The meat in this bun shop is no longer so fresh, but they don't care. After all, food prices are getting more and more expensive now, and prices are getting higher and higher.

In order to make a living, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop has no choice but to select inferior meat to maintain profitability. However, if he continues to do so, his business is destined to not last long.

After everyone went back to rest, probably around mid-afternoon, Brother Han hurried into the room and shouted as soon as he entered the door: "Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, leave quickly, something big has happened."

Zhang Jun was sitting on the bed meditating. Hearing Brother Han's voice, he opened his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

Brother Han's face was full of anxiety: "The commander asked us to get to West Street quickly. The group of people who followed us in this morning suffered heavy casualties."

Zhang Jun nodded and slowly got out of bed. He wanted to go there by himself, but then he thought it would be better to have someone by his side.

He simply grabbed Brother Han and said, "Just be patient, I'll be quick."

"what??"

Before Brother Han came to his senses, Zhang Jun jumped up, activated the soul between his brows, gathered energy, summoned the [Flying Cloud Gourd] and stepped on it, soaring into the sky and heading straight for West Street.

The intersection of West Street.

Jin Wucheng looked at the people in front of him who fell to the ground and screamed in agony, his face was very ugly.

"There must be severe punishment, and I will definitely report this matter to the Admiral!!"

Fan Qi stood next to Jin Wucheng, looking like he was gnashing his teeth. He saw that his left hand was missing, and there were three slender scratches on his face, extending from his forehead to the corners of his lips. Deep, but very terrifying.

Jin Wucheng had a dark face, looking at this guy jumping over the wall in a hurry, and didn't want to pay attention to it at all.

But no matter what, this man was holding the command arrow, and with so many casualties, he was in a terrible mood now.

While thinking about how to excuse myself.

Suddenly, several of the wounded raised their heads and looked toward the clouds. Huang Mao squinted his eyes and was secretly surprised when he saw Zhang Jun flying down on a gourd.

This guy was just concentrating before entering, so how could he break through to the object-controlling stage so quickly?
In his surprised eyes, Zhang Jun put away the gourd, jumped down with Brother Han in one hand, and landed directly in front of Jin Wucheng.

As soon as his feet landed on the ground, Zhang Jun looked sideways at Fan Qi beside him, raised his leg and kicked him more than ten meters away.

He scolded you with cold eyes: "You fat-headed fool, I repeatedly advised you not to go in, and I reminded you many times to withdraw as soon as possible. Not only did you not listen, but you also advanced alone and caused heavy casualties to everyone. What a complete idiot!"

After saying that, he raised his hands to Jin Wucheng and said: "Your Majesty, today this person holds the Admiral's token and forcibly follows West Street. I have tried to dissuade him many times to no avail. He refuses to listen to advice or orders, and pretends to be an Admiral." Your Excellency’s name taboo is so rampant, you deserve to die!”

That is to say, Fan Qi was kicked to death by his direct kick, and he could only let Zhang Jun count his crimes, otherwise he would be so angry that he would vomit blood after hearing Zhang Jun's words.

The corners of Jin Wucheng's mouth twitched a few times.

He didn't know that Zhang Jun was passing the blame, but he really didn't expect that Zhang Jun would pass the blame so cleanly.

Not to mention Jin Wucheng, even Huang Mao and the others were shocked by Zhang Jun's decisiveness.

Why didn't I see before that this kid was so ruthless?

Huang Mao pondered in a low voice about his fourth junior brother, but when he thought of being thrown on the altar and tortured, he didn't think there was anything surprising about Zhang Jun's behavior.

Jin Wucheng stared directly at Zhang Jun, but saw Zhang Jun looking at him intently as well.

After a moment, Jin Wucheng nodded: "Here comes someone!"

"exist!"

The guards following Jin Wucheng moved forward.

"Fan Qi was greedy for merit and trespassed into the forbidden area of ​​​​West Street, causing heavy casualties. He was taken into custody and sent to the Admiral's Mansion. Please ask the Admiral to punish him personally."

The two guards looked at each other, and after a slight hesitation, Jin Wucheng glared at them fiercely. They immediately did not dare to slack off at all, and carried Fan Qi away quickly, one on the left and the other on the right, like a dead dog. go.

The rest of the people looked at each other, and when they saw this, they stood up and left without stopping.

Jin Wucheng glanced at Zhang Jun meaningfully: "I heard that you have a pill that can avoid tricks?"

The person who was about to leave suddenly stopped and stared at Zhang Jun intently.

"When I came to Yingtian, my master gave me some pills, saying they could ward off ghosts, but the specific effect was not clear. I only knew that after taking them, I felt relaxed when I entered West Street. I no longer felt any discomfort in the past. After the last time I was tricked, , I just remembered it, so I took it and tried it today."

Zhang Jun said to Jin Wucheng methodically.

"Can you give me one to try."

Zhang Jun quickly took out the Feiyun gourd, carefully poured out one and handed it to Jin Wucheng.

Jin Wucheng took the elixir directly and walked straight to West Street.

"grown ups!"

The expressions of the people changed greatly.

"It's okay." Jin Wucheng waved his hand, indicating that everyone didn't need to worry.

I saw him walking into West Street, and soon his figure disappeared into the haze in front of him. About a cup of tea passed, but Jin Wucheng never came out.

"Brother Zhao, is it really okay?"

Brother Han's heart was in his throat. If something unexpected happened, it would be a big trouble.

"do not know."

Zhang Jun's answer made Brother Han scratch his head and head anxiously, and his face turned red.

"Out!"

At this time, someone pointed forward and shouted. Everyone looked sideways and saw Jin Wucheng's figure rushing out of the shadows in front of him.

The guards were overjoyed to see this and were about to step forward to greet him.

"Don't come in!!!"

But after walking a few steps, Jin Wucheng's roar was heard, and his speed suddenly increased to the extreme, turning into an afterimage and galloping away.

Zhang Jun looked through his eyes and found that although Jin Wucheng's cultivation was not strong, the official robes on his body were shining with strange lights. There was a great power blessing his body, allowing Jin Wucheng to briefly gain the strength of the Concentration Realm. .

He looked back again, only to see the haze billowing behind, with red, blue, green and purple all kinds of strange energy surging inside.

Fortunately, these strange spirits did not chase them out. Seeing that Jin Wucheng was about to rush out of West Street, they retreated one after another.

In the blink of an eye, Jin Wucheng had rushed in front of everyone. He looked back nervously, and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that nothing was following.

With a casual throw, a half-remaining figure was dropped on the ground.

When everyone took a look, it turned out to be a guest from Prince Rong's palace. Unexpectedly, he was still alive after losing half of his body.

Jin Wucheng took a breath and said, "Send him to Tai Hospital."

Then he turned his head and looked at Zhang Jun: "The elixir is indeed effective. Although it cannot prevent tricks, as long as you take the initiative to avoid it, no tricks will come to you."

Hearing Jin Wucheng's affirmation, everyone's eyes immediately turned fiery towards Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun said calmly: "My master will not lie to me, but this pill..."

Zhang Jun looked around at the people around him and said with a smile: "Not much."

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately understood.

"Third Junior Brother!"

The yellow-haired man moved to Zhang Jun's side like a ghost: "Third Junior Brother, we are from the same sect. You can't just swallow the treasure left by the master."

Everyone couldn't help being surprised when they heard this. They didn't expect that the two of them were actually brothers.

"What are you talking about, senior brother? Don't worry. Master has already told me that every time you enter the strange place, I can give you an elixir. But if there are too many, it won't work. After all, you also know that master can't make elixirs." It’s easy.”

Huang Mao originally wanted to ask for some, but when he heard Zhang Jun's words, he knew that Zhang Jun had already given him face, so he didn't dare to push further, even though he was not bad. As for the others, King Rong and others, let them find their own way. .

"Everyone, I don't have many pills on hand, and I have to take care of our brothers who are patrolling the streets with Golden Scale Guards, which consumes a lot every day. If you need them, you can come to me tomorrow."

After Zhang Jun finished speaking, he cupped his hands, summoned the Feiyun Gourd, pulled Brother Han up into the air and disappeared in front of everyone.

The next day, what happened on West Street had spread throughout the streets.

Everyone knew that West Street was an evil place, but they didn't expect so many people to die this time.

Zhang Jun and others went out early. A group of more than [-] people were talking and laughing on the road, looking relaxed.

Just because the commander ordered that West Street be temporarily closed, they no longer need to patrol inside West Street. They only need to stroll around the outside every day.

Now everyone is much more relaxed.

As soon as Zhang Jun thought about it, he knew that it was probably because of the problem of [Baluting Boluo Dan], and he didn't want to let himself be wasted on the Golden Scale Guards.

When having breakfast, it is inevitable to talk about what happened yesterday. “I heard from their people that after encountering the white cat, anyone who runs behind will turn into a chicken.

That cat was so evil that those who turned into chickens couldn't escape at all.

As long as the cat catches it, it will be torn into pieces and stuffed into its mouth.

Every time a chicken is eaten, the cat becomes much larger.

From a small white cat, it turned into a big tiger in an instant, and finally became a guest of the King of Shu. A man named Yang Jin discovered that as long as someone blocks the cat and makes all the chickens hide behind it, the cat cannot eat the chickens. The chicken will become smaller and smaller..."

"How could that little fat guy from the King of Shu find such a powerful guest?"

"It seems that the rumors are true."

Brother Han held his chin and whispered to himself.

"What rumors?" Zhang Jun held a fried dough stick in one hand and asked while eating.

Brother Han looked around and lowered his voice: "Last night, more than ten imperial doctors from the imperial hospital were called into the palace. It was said that the imperial concubine was infected with the cold. But how could one imperial concubine allow more than ten imperial physicians to enter the palace and still be the emperor? The personal eunuch came to issue the edict in person."

When Zhang Jun heard Brother Han's words, he understood in his heart that there might be something wrong with the old emperor's health.

The battle to seize the throne is imminent. Now that the old emperor has health problems, whoever can become the prince will basically determine the position of the next emperor.

"No wonder, King Shu, who is usually an honest and low-key guy, couldn't bear it this time."

Qi Dongyang sat aside and listened carefully and couldn't help but sigh: "King Rong, King Shu, King Rui, King Qin, King Han, it's really lively to have five direct descendants."

After Qi Dongyang finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he couldn't talk nonsense on the street and quickly shut up.

But when the fried dough sticks on the side heard what he said, he couldn't help but cursed: "No matter who the king is, we will never have a good day no matter who becomes the emperor. After a while, the common people may not even be able to afford food."

The old fried dough sticks chef had a loud voice, but when other diners saw this, no one thought he was wrong.

This year is too difficult. Looking at the weather, it will snow soon. I don’t know how I will live in the future. Who cares about the emperor’s affairs.

"Dad, dad, don't sell me, dad, I don't want to go into a brothel, dad..."

Zhang Jun looked up and saw a little girl in her early teens being pushed into the carriage. She was holding on to the door frame of the carriage with both hands. She stuck her head out and cried to the old man squatting in the corner.

The old man lowered his head, almost retracting it into his collar.

But he turned a deaf ear to his daughter's cries. Seeing more and more people watching, the old man said with a bitter face: "Daughter, dad... there is nothing we can do. Your brother is starving to death. If you follow dad, he can't afford it." You."

"father……"

The girl was finally pushed into the carriage and drove out of everyone's sight amid a burst of crying.

Zhang Jun and others buried their heads in eating, and no one took another look.

Brother Han felt particularly uncomfortable. He wanted to get ahead, but he had no money and no power. If he could save her once, how could he raise this girl for the rest of his life?

At this time, Zhang Jun stood up and walked out.

When everyone saw this, they didn't know what was going on and why they suddenly stood up and left, so they hurried to follow.

Zhang Jun was speechless all the way and seemed in a depressed mood.

Brother Han and others did not dare to speak rashly, so they could only follow behind slowly.

Zhang Jun looked back at the huge street. He was hungry and looked sad. On the lifeless street, there was a frozen corpse curled up in a ball in the corner, which made people feel sad.

Zhang Jun frowned tightly, and there was an unknown fire in his heart.

He knew that this must be because after the Taiping Sword Intent merged with him, it would subtly change his emotions.

But he didn't stop it, because this was the Taiping Sword Intent. If he tried to forcibly eliminate such an influence, the true meaning of the Sword Intent would be distorted.

Just like the tempered glass, it seems indestructible, but in fact, as long as you compromise your mentality slightly, it will be like tapping the corner of the glass, and the sword will be shattered in an instant.

In this way, not only will one's Taoist heart be damaged, but also the swordsmanship will inevitably stop progressing.

Zhang Jun could understand the anger of Taiping Jianyi.

But similarly, his thinking is not influenced by the Taiping Sword Intent. He just wants to make his Taiping Sword Intent stronger and his swordsmanship attainment higher. The next time he uses Seven Stars to attract Dou Mu, he will get Dou Mu's approval again. He then knew what path he should take next.

At this time, he paused and looked up to see the rice store in front of him.

There is a sign in front of the rice store, which clearly says: "Today's rice price is 110 Wen."

Looking around, this street is full of rice shops.

Although the sign on the store door did not name the boss behind the scenes.

But an inconspicuous seal in the lower left corner has already told everyone how terrible the owner behind this rice store is.

"Yesterday it was still a hundred cents, but today it's ten cents more. It's not winter yet, and that's not how leeks are harvested."

He looked at the sign in front of the door and said with a smile.

As if sensing Zhang Jun's anger, Qi Dongyang hurriedly whispered: "Sir, behind these rice shops are the properties of various princes."

"Heh, what I'm looking for is their property, Brother Han!"

Zhang Jun shouted, and Brother Han immediately stepped forward: "Sir."

"Pick a few brothers and go to the mansions of the five princes to send them a message. Just tell them that I plan to sell the elixir here and ask them if they need it. The quantity is limited and it's first come, first served."

"Huh? Here?"

Brother Han looked puzzled.

"Yes, it's right here. Go ahead. If they don't come, tell them you won't wait until the deadline."

"Yes."

Brother Han nodded, turned around and called the four people's names: "Xiang Zhe, Wei Peng, Qi Jia, Jin Liangchou, follow me."

Soon the four of them followed Brother Han and left.

Then Zhang Jun found a stool and sat down, basking in the sun, eating melon seeds and waiting slowly.

At this moment, there was a long queue outside Jinlin Mansion.

Stewards from all the major palaces were waiting here with a carriage full of gifts, just to ask to see Governor Zhao.

But he didn't want to wait around and couldn't wait for Governor Zhao to show up.

Seeing that it was almost noon, the housekeepers had grimacing faces and were about to send someone to inquire about Governor Zhao's whereabouts when servants from the mansion hurried over.

After whispering a few words in the ears of these housekeepers, these housekeepers suddenly froze on the spot.

"Vending on the street?? What the hell is Mr. Zhao doing?"

"I don't know, but the person who sent the message said that there are not many elixirs, and we will not wait until they expire."

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up, hurry up, lead the way."

Then several carriages turned around and hurried towards Xikou Street, fearing that they would be caught first by other princes if they were too late.

I saw five horse-drawn carriages going straight through the downtown area. If pedestrians on the roadside were to slow down a little, they might be hit by the horse-drawn carriages.

Such a hurried performance immediately attracted many people's curses and attention.

Everyone was guessing what they were going to do.

"Master Zhao, you want to..."

Qi Dongyang looked at Zhang Jun's calm look and wondered what Mr. Zhao was going to do.

Zhang Jun smiled and stuffed a handful of melon seeds into Qi Dongyang's hand: "What's the rush? The fun is yet to come."

As soon as Zhang Jun finished speaking, he heard the sound of carriages rushing on the street.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Look, isn't this coming?"

While he was talking, the carriage had slowly stopped. Several stewards in brocade and high hats got out of the carriage. They looked around until they saw Zhang Jun, and then they immediately ran over.

"Master Zhao, why are you here? We have been waiting at the mansion for a long time."

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, our King of Shu said that Mr. Zhao is a talented person in this world. He specially held a banquet in the Zhuangyuan Building and asked me to invite Mr. Zhao to the banquet. These are small gifts prepared by the King of Shu for Mr. Zhao and are not respectful. "

King Shu's steward spoke first.

"Master Zhao, the King of Han knows that your official duties are very expensive and you may not be free at any time, so he specially asked me to send you a greeting card. I have guaranteed you three days at Zuihua House to wait for your visit at any time. I know that you have sacrificed your life for your colleagues and received a year's salary. Therefore, the King of Han specially sent someone to send 300 million taels of silver to the Golden Scale Guard so that the brothers can have a good year this year."

Although the steward of the Han Dynasty did not bring any gold, silver or jewelry, his words were full of sincerity.

At this time, the expressions of Qi Dongyang, Brother Han, and the people following behind changed.

Three million taels of silver, this amount of money is enough to rebuild the Golden Scale Guard, at least enough to feed the Golden Scale Guard for many years.

The three stewards of King Rong, King Rui, and King Qin all opened their mouths to offer heavy gifts.

The gift list was announced in the street, causing passers-by to exclaim in surprise.

Any treasure picked out here is enough to feed ordinary people for a lifetime.

Even Brother Han, who had seen the world, couldn't help but breathe quickly at this moment.

He looked at Zhang Jun, but saw that Mr. Zhao's face remained unchanged, and he couldn't help but secretly admire Brother Zhao's city.

Just waiting for the five people to report the gift list in turn, Zhang Jun shook his head and said: "My master said that I am a monk. What is the use of these things as a monk?"

The five housekeepers couldn't help but look at each other after hearing this.

Zhang Jun stood up and said to the five stewards: "My master is a good man. He told me to do more good deeds after coming down from the mountain and to do more good things to the people. However, I am poor and can do nothing to see the suffering of the people."

Now the stewards probably came to their senses.

The steward of the Prince of Shu's Mansion raised his eyebrows, turned around and called his attendants, whispered a few instructions in his ear, and then said to Zhang Jun: "Master Zhao is indeed a bodhisattva with a heart. From today onwards, I, the Prince of Shu's Mansion, will open an opening in Yingtian Mansion in your name." Porridge in March.”

Seeing that the steward of Prince Shu's Palace was so decisive, the steward of Prince Rong's Palace immediately became anxious and stepped forward and said, "The weather is getting colder. I, Prince Rong's Palace, are willing to donate [-] cotton-padded clothes to help the people survive the winter this year."

"I, Prince Qin, are willing to donate 30 jins of rice to open a porridge restaurant."

"Prince Rui's Mansion does not have that much financial resources, but it is willing to contribute people to help people repair their houses."

"The palace of the King of Han is poor, but the King of Han will report to the court tomorrow morning to reduce or reduce taxes on laborers, open warehouses to release grain, and suppress the price of grain..."

The upper lips of these five stewards touched their lower lips, and with a few words, the people of Yingtian Mansion received treatment that they had not experienced in ten years.

Zhang Jun sighed in his heart, these are just a drop in the bucket of several princes, but this drop is enough for the common people to have a good year.

This reminded him of a poem.

The rats in the official warehouse are as big as a bucket, and they won't leave when someone opens a warehouse.The healthy people have no food and the people are hungry. Who will send the king to the king...

　Two were issued together.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)