"In terms of accounting, it's still Yingyuan. Miss likes it to be small and quiet." The girl named Su finished speaking arrogantly, and walked straight in regardless of the boss who was nodding and bowing behind her.
The sharp-eyed boy quickly took the key from the boss's hand and followed him as fast as he could.
Song Pingcun shook his head, he was probably a regular customer. When I was in Songji Town, my family's regular customers in the town were also familiar with each other. The three mute slaves naturally followed outside to set up the carriage. The boss did not call the waiter this time, and took Song Pingcun and the others to the inn. After walking through the lobby, Song Pingcun saw clearly that although the owner of this inn was not as elegant as the name, the layout and decoration inside were really extraordinary, completely like a garden.
Several paths branched into different directions. From a distance, the girl surnamed Su was facing left, while Song Pingcun and the others were facing right. This arrangement made him very strange, and he couldn't help but ask the boss: "Boss, the layout of your inn is very interesting. The upper room is on the right?"
"Tch, your accent sounds like an outsider. Yingyuan is the upper room, and the largest courtyard where you live is the lower room. You don't even know it from the looks of you. Our boss, uh, at Tangcheng Yapin, we value refinement. The courtyard with a single room is the upper room. According to the calculation of ordinary inns, the place you live in is Datongpu." The shopkeeper may have realized that he had made a mistake. Although he changed his mind in time, several people heard it. No wonder that girl came in and called The boss promised so easily. Just like the girl, this girl is also a servant.
The girls tried their best not to laugh. Feng Wulian really almost went berserk and asked Uncle Master to live in "Datongpu". How could this be done? Song Pingcun quickly stopped him. The Datongpu worth ten taels of silver was not the real Datongpu, and the other party was just a metaphor.
When they arrived at the place, when they saw the sign at the entrance of the garden, Song Pingcun also knew that Tangcheng Yapin was really designed as the shopkeeper said. It was called Yingyuan over there and Zhongyuan over here.
If it is delicate and compact, it must be very beautifully decorated. Zhongyuan opened the garden gate, and behind the shadow wall was a very large pool. The steam was faintly steaming. It should be the underground hot spring introduced. Behind the mist of steam, there were three rows of houses in front, left and right.
"The right side is for dressing and sewage. The front and left are rooms. You can allocate them yourself." The shopkeeper took out a bunch of keys and handed them to Feng Wulian and turned around and left.
"Young Master, please." Feng Wulian changed his titles like Liu Yiyi and the other three after leaving Wanbao Sect.
"Give it to Yiyi! You go and bring the three of them in first. They probably won't be able to find this location." Song Pingcun worries you.
After Feng Wulian left, Song Pingcun said to Liu Yiyi: "Do you feel that the smell here is familiar?"
"Yi Ni Dan. Yes, it is the smell of Yi Ni Dan. The smell in this hot spring pool is the smell of Yi Ni Dan. Although it is very weak, it should be unmistakable." Liu Yiyi knew it after a little exploration. "Isn't it the boss who used the water transformed from Yiniao Dan to pretend to be a hot spring?"
Liu Yiyi was shocked by her guess.
"It's not fake. The hot springs are still hot springs, but the ingredients of the melted Yi Ni Dan are added to the hot spring pool. The water in this pool contains about one percent of the Yi Ni Dan." Of course Song Pingcun knew and understood the ingredients and content of the Yi Ni Dan he refined himself.
After Po Yuanzong developed the Yinni Pill, the Su Kingdom’s royal family had full authority for sales outside the Kingdom of Su, and they also promised to trade in spiritual stones. It seems that it is not that the Su Kingdom’s royal family insists on mining the spiritual stone mines, but It has its own reserves of spiritual stones. But the boss here diluted the Yingyi Dan into water, which is a great idea.
And to ensure sufficient sustainability, there is no need to think about who is the boss behind this "Tangcheng Yapin".
But these have little to do with Song Pingcun. After the mute slaves came back, Song Pingcun told them to have a good rest. After all, their cultivation levels were not there, and no matter how good their physiques were, they would still be inferior to cultivators with replenished spiritual energy.
The shopkeeper hurriedly prepared some lunch. In the afternoon, Song Pingcun took Liu Yiyi and the three girls to go shopping. As a native of Su, it was a pity that he had never been to the capital. Take a look before you go to sea. I don’t know when I will return in the future. I’m afraid the street scene will be different.
The prosperity of Sudu City is very different from the ordinary cities that Song Pingcun has visited. Walking in the streets and alleys paved with stone slabs, it is obviously a place where ordinary people live, but you can also see the unique atmosphere of cultivators everywhere. When it comes to the use of magical instruments, Sudu City is probably the best among them. No wonder the Poyuan Sect is in the south and Sudu City is in the north. The sales of Poyuan Sect's magical instruments, which are lingering on the edge of the third-class sect, have always been in short supply. With such luxurious purchasing power in the mortal world, it makes sense for Po Yuan Sect to survive.
The place where Tangcheng Yapin is located is not a particularly prosperous commercial street. But even so, there was a shop on both sides of the street not far away, with all kinds of strange products that refreshed Song Pingcun's knowledge.
Some luxury stores that belong to ordinary people's appreciation, although they are not worth mentioning in the category of cultivators, they are also the fun of embellishing ordinary life, especially for a few women, rouge, gouache, and even some inexplicable things, and they do not feel at all like themselves. As a cultivator, there are roads paved with bluestones crisscrossing each other. My 12-year-old self would definitely feel like a huge maze, and I would get lost if I wasn't careful.
Liu Yiyi, who had just walked into a handmade embroidery shop and sold a few pieces of embroidery, was very happy. The boss praised her excellent stitching skills and felt that she was quite rewarded. She started frantically purchasing needles and silk threads, standing next to her. Song Pingcun suddenly smelled a strange aroma, which came from next door.
The message told Liu Yiyi that Song Pingcun walked over with Bawangxiu in his arms. The lintel of the store door said "Huixiangtang". The store door was ajar, and a faint white mist floated out from the gap. Mixed with this aroma.
Song Pingcun was curious and knocked on the door but no one answered, so he gently opened the store door and walked in.
The interior of the store is simple and elegant. A man is sitting on a chair in front of the counter with his back to the door. He is flipping through a book with one hand and throwing a little finger-sized pill from time to time with his other hand. In the charcoal brazier. The white mist and aroma are emitted by the pills under the high temperature of the charcoal fire.
His clothes are simple and his expression is kind, giving people a sense of intimacy. Seeing Ling Xiao come in, he smiled and nodded, motioning for Ling Xiao to sit down.
"Here you come?" The man did not look back. Song Pingcun felt an impure spiritual energy fluctuation from his body, which was a normal reaction in the early stage of the Qi-taking realm.
Only then was it confirmed that the pills thrown into the brazier were not high-end goods. They were simply mashed psychedelic grass, added rosemary powder, and kneaded with rice flour. Although it is simple, even if it is leaked through the crack of the door, ordinary people will basically be attracted when they walk by. Those who don't know must ask for it.
This is the simplest way to clarify the identity of the visitor. Because it was too low-end, Song Pingcun felt strange when he first smelled the fragrance. When he came in and saw this situation, and heard the other party's question, it was obvious that this was not just identification, there might be other things that Song Pingcun was not aware of. knew.
"Boss, what are you selling here?" Song Pingcun asked.
"Well, who are you?" The man reading the book heard something was wrong in his voice and stood up. He has a full beard and a strong build. He looks like a very honest man, probably in his early 40s and less than 50 years old.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what do you have to sell?" Song Pingcun glanced around in private. There were several porcelain bottles on the shelf, but they were all empty. There was not much space in the house, and there seemed to be a back door. But I don’t know if it is the front store or the back home or it leads to somewhere else. Smiling helplessly, I stumbled in and unexpectedly found an empty store.
"If you're not an acquaintance, I won't accept you here." The bearded man saw that Song Pingcun was not strong, but looked like a white-faced scholar, so he didn't care so much about what he said, "You came to the wrong place to buy books. This place only accepts cultivators."
Song Pingcun had always been wearing Liu Yiyi's coat. As long as he didn't show it, his identity as a cultivator would basically not be discovered. Facing a middle-aged man in the Naqi realm, he lamented that his journey along the way, compared to these people It's a world of difference, and it's no exaggeration to say it's smooth sailing.
With a slight movement of his fingers, the book in the middle-aged man's hand "flew" over. When he lowered his head and read the title of the book, "The Book of Acceptance of Qi", the whole book was unsophisticated and it was clearly an ancient book.
"Give it back to me." The book flew away from the middle-aged man's hand, and he was about to burst into anger, but he immediately understood what was going on. He cupped his hands and bowed: "Senior, I have spent all my savings on this book, so please be kind!"
"I don't buy books, and I have no intention of robbing your books. I just read them casually. Don't worry." Song Pingcun turned over two pages and glanced at them briefly. The so-called "Book of Receiving Qi" just tells practitioners when and what time to read. Depending on the direction and the place where the spiritual energy in the air is sufficient, the effect of practice can be doubled with half the effort, or the speed of receiving energy can be increased by 10 to 20%. "Tell me what you do here, and I'll give you a chance."
Song Pingcun tossed it gently, and the book flew back into the hands of the middle-aged man. For this man, the opportunities that Song Pingcun could provide him would probably never come across in his lifetime.
The middle-aged man stared at Song Pingcun in disbelief and asked with a trembling voice: "Senior, how can it be so simple?"
No wonder he didn't believe it, as long as he asked around, it would be clear what his store does.
"Well, I was passing by too. I smelled your rosemary and psychedelic grass incense and came in to take a look. There is no need to deceive you." Song Pingcun pointed to a few pills still held in his hand. For this person Nothing to hide.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man knew that the other party really wanted to know, and there was nothing else. Just looking at the casual look of him who just snatched his "Qi Collection Book", there was no difference at all. As a casual cultivator, he has worked very hard to get to where he is today, but in front of this young man who looks to be in his twenties, he feels helpless.
"Senior, my place is a transit point for trade fairs. Of course, it is the kind of black market trade fair whose origins are unclear. I just make a living by guiding people." The middle-aged man did not shy away from it. After all, the black market Trade fairs are not something ordinary people dare to go to, so don’t be afraid even if you say so!
