Perhaps because of the murder of his master, a hint of hatred flashed across Zhou Huan's face again, and he said unabashedly:
"Xuanzang, Confidentiality, and Pavilion are three parts in one. As long as you are willing to inquire, what can be hidden in the world from our Xuanji Pavilion? Haiyou Sword Sect can't hide it even if it wants to."
"Yeah, too."
The young master nodded without changing his expression.
"I might as well tell you, senior, that Pink Swordsman Dai Lin'er is actually a talented disciple of Lianzhou Qionghua Sect among the Four Sects of the Three Days. Of course, Haiyou Sword Sect does not dare to provoke him too much, haha."
"Ah? Qionghua Sect? How could the genius of one of the four sects in the world come to Haiyou Sword Sect?"
"Senior is a foreigner, so he naturally doesn't know much about the situation of Haiyou Sword Sect. The reason why Dai Lin'er worshiped Haiyou Sword Sect is because..."
Zhou Huan's eyes flashed with hatred, and he was halfway through speaking when a call suddenly came from downstairs:
"Deacon Zhou, Senior He is here again. Please come over."
"Senior Qin, please forgive me. If you can help me, please make your own choice first. Junior, you can come as soon as you go."
"It doesn't matter, you get busy first."
Zhou Huan bowed apologetically and hurried downstairs as he was halfway through telling his secret. He didn't know which distinguished guest was coming.
"Pink Swordsman Dai Lin'er..."
After muttering the name silently, Qingyun was not very interested in her, and he was even more happy that this pink swordsman had turned Haiyou Sword Sect upside down, so he would have troubled Bai Zhizheng more, and he didn't care about him anyway.
Since Mr. Fan and Zhang Qin were both deceased, the young master had no intention of staying in Bailiancheng any longer, so he started making careful selections again.
But inadvertently, he felt that there seemed to be a few pairs of unkind eyes scanning him back and forth on the second floor, and he couldn't help but smile coldly.
After he looked back and glanced at the private room where Bai Zhizheng had a great chat, he went downstairs to find Zhou Huan to pay.
"Deacon Zhou, are you sure there is no resurrection jelly grass on the list?"
As soon as he came downstairs, Qingyun saw Xiu Xiu, a young woman with ordinary appearance, looking at Zhou Huan expectantly.
This woman was wearing a light blue standard monk robe, and she could tell at a glance that she was a disciple of the Haiyou Sword Sect. But when Qingyun took a closer look at her appearance, the more she looked at her, the more familiar she felt.
"She is... Zou Yanwen's Taoist companion! He Juan!"
At this time, He Juan is a little younger than before, and her cultivation level has broken through to the early stage of Yuan Hua Realm. It seems that her Soul Awakening Pill is indispensable.
Meeting an old friend, the young man's mood suddenly fluctuated for a moment, causing He Juan to look up.
But the two of them only met a few times back then. Qingyun could recognize her, but she didn't remember the little monk in the Lingyin realm.
Seeing that he was a young expert with extraordinary bearing, He Juan nodded to show respect, and then asked Zhou Huan again.
"Senior He, the Shengxian Herb is a rare thing. This junior also relied on several connections to help you find the seller. But even if there is a market for it, the price you offered is indeed too low."
"Who is the seller? Is he a fellow near Bailian City? If not, I will go and talk to him myself."
As soon as He Juan said these words, Zhou Huan's expression suddenly froze.
"Aren't you ruining people's wealth?"
The young master was teasing in his heart, and then Zhou Huan declined with a stern face.
"Deacon Zhou, Yanwen also contributed a lot to the reconstruction of Xuanzang back then. Now he is in urgent need of elixirs to heal his injuries, but he only lacks this rejuvenating fairy grass. Even though Mr. Fan is deceased, considering his past friendship, why do you You can’t help us!”
He Juan's face was full of bitterness, and her eyes showed pleading. She, a female cultivator in the Yiyuan Realm, was so humble to a junior in the Baimai Realm, which showed that she was probably encountering some difficulties.
However, when it comes to his mentor, Zhou Huan is not so unkind, but he still shakes his head and laments:
"Hey, Senior He, it's not because I don't want to help you. Look, Xuan Zang is now supported by me alone. It's impossible for the headquarters to go to war with Haiyou Sword Sect for our small shop. Even if I tell you the seller information, but the price you offered is less than 10% of what others are offering, do you think this deal is feasible?"
Zhou Huan's words were very straightforward. It was not that he wanted to make a profit from it, but that He Juan had limited financial resources and it was impossible to buy the resurrection jelly grass in the other party's hands.
Just hearing that Zou Yanwen was injured, Qingyun's eyes flashed, and he seemed to say casually after coming to the counter:
"As far as I know, Resurrection Immortal Grass is the main ingredient in refining Resurrection Immortal Dew, and Resurrection Immortal Dew is one of the miraculous elixirs for treating injuries to the internal organs, so the general price on the market is indeed not low."
"Senior He, you heard that this Senior Qin is the alchemist of Zhijing Cave Heaven. His words can't be false, right?"
"Zhijing Dongtian? Fellow Taoist is the alchemist of Zhijing Dongtian?"
He Juan said in surprise that she had never seen such a young alchemist before, but the treasure gourd and jade tablet on his body could not be faked, so she quickly put away the surprise on her face and cupped her fists to salute.
"You're so polite, Fellow Daoist, but do you want to refine the Immortal Dew of Resurrection?"
"Exactly! The little girl He Juan is the wife of Zou Yanwen, a disciple of Haiyou Sword Sect who is stationed in Tianye City. My husband's internal organs have been seriously injured due to fighting with others all year round. If he is not treated in time, his life may be in danger. !”
"I see."
Qingyun nodded without changing his expression and asked again:
"The Immortal Dew of Rebirth is a high-quality human-level elixir. Ordinary alchemists may not be able to refine it. Instead of purchasing the materials, wouldn't it be safer to buy the elixir directly?"
"Why."
Sighing bitterly again, Qingyun realized from He Juan's face that he had asked a stupid question.
He Juan's appearance was unremarkable, and she was like water dripping into the sea when thrown into the crowd. With a grimace on her face, she seemed like a hard-working woman who was used to the torment of fate.
At this time, the young man turned to Zhou Huan and asked:
"Deacon Zhou, I wonder how much the seller is asking for in your hands?"
After hearing this, Zhou Huan's eyes widened in disbelief, and He Juan also raised her head suddenly.
"Qin...Senior Qin, are you?"
"I'm just asking, no, haha~"
"To be honest, the other party offered two thousand mid-grade spiritual stones, and I didn't add any profit."
Zhou Huan gritted his teeth and said, apparently not wanting to offend the alchemist from Zhijing Cave.
It doesn't matter if you fail to close a deal, but if you offend a potential big customer, it will really outweigh the gains and losses. This is also the most taboo thing for businessmen like them.
"Two thousand mid-grade spiritual stones, well... the price is indeed quite high."
The young man is talking about it. According to his understanding in the sect, the purchase price of Huisheng Xiancao Zhijing Dongtian is no more than one thousand medium-grade spiritual stones at most, but it was actually sold to two thousand outside, which doubled directly. .
What makes him find it a bit difficult to understand is that he heard that Zou Yanwen has also broken through to the realm of concentration, but even if he is a newly promoted monk, as a core disciple of Haiyou Sword Sect, he has not even had a thousand middle-grade spiritual stones for many years. Save it?
Listening to what Zhou Huan meant, He Juan could only give her two hundred at most, which was indeed too little. No wonder they refused to sell it.
However, Qingyun's impression of Zou Yanwen is completely different from that of ordinary people.
Because ever since he was shameless and asked for advice on how to judge danger at the entrance to the Thirty-three Realms, he knew that this unattractive blue swordsman was by no means arrogant, but two words with completely different artistic conceptions:
Aloof!
Especially later in the Ming Ming Monument, Zou Yanwenming knew that he was setting up a trap, but still silently helped him complete the plan without hesitation, but in the end he ended up with a broken arm and a disability.
And he did this just to repay the kindness of a Soul Awakening Pill.
Thinking of this, the young master became more and more determined to help him. At this time, He Juan's red eyes were full of hope. She was clutching the corner of Qingyun's clothes tightly like a drowning person grasping the last straw. The person murmured:
"Qin...Alchemist Qin, you...you have..."
Unfortunately, the young master shook his head helplessly, making He Juan seem to have lost all her strength at once, but Qingyun's next words made her feel like she had suddenly ascended from hell to heaven:
"But I passed by Bai Liancheng this time for some cause and effect. It can be seen that Zhou Huan and your business are not doing well recently. How about this, I will pay for the spiritual stones that Fellow Daoist He lacks for her. "
"What?"
Both of them exclaimed.
He Juan never expected that this young alchemist would be willing to pay such a huge fee for her!
You must know that two thousand middle-grade spiritual stones is not a small amount. Often this may be the entire net worth of a monk in the Concentration Realm!
"Of course, there is no free lunch in the world. As an alchemist, my favorite thing is nothing more than spiritual materials that can make elixirs and make medicines. Fellow Daoist He needs to come up with some spiritual materials that I can appreciate, otherwise these spiritual stones..."
"No...no problem!"
Without saying a word, He Juan quickly nodded in agreement, regardless of whether she could get the other person's attention. As long as there was a one in ten thousand chance, she would definitely give her husband a chance to survive!
"Master Qin, wait a moment, I'll be back as soon as I can!"
"It doesn't matter, you can go back to organize things first, I will wait here."
Watching He Juan stagger away, Qingyun curled his lips, and then calmly handed Zhou Huan the spiritual materials he had chosen, as well as some special silk cloth from Bailian City.
Zhou Huan was also very smart this time. He just went out and paid the bills without asking any questions from beginning to end.
"After counting, Senior Qin, there are a total of 105 middle-grade spiritual stones. I'll give you a zero and I'll take you 100."
"good."
Qingyun smiled and nodded, then asked:
"Just like when you helped He Juan purchase spiritual materials, how much money did you usually take in the process?"
"Uh...Senior, what are you..."
"Say it, it's okay, just don't kill me."
"Usually...usually it's three out of ten."
"Okay, I'll give it to you right now for the 2,070 middle-grade spiritual stones."
The young master still smiled and nodded, and then in full view of everyone, he poured out a small mountain of middle-grade spiritual stones from the treasure bag.
"Senior Qin, what are you..."
"Actually, I had some friendship with Zou Yanwen back then, but He Juan didn't recognize me. You, too, are Mr. Fan's disciples. If you can repay her, I will naturally repay you."
Voice-over: Heroes are not necessarily bad people, or there are no good people in this world.
