After dinner, the interview at Shangjun Courtyard ended. The craftsmen from Shangjun's courtyard came out and asked the alchemists to leave immediately and not to gather nearby.
But the alchemists refused to leave, because after leaving, they would have to line up again tomorrow.
The craftsmen also said that with so many people gathered here and it being dark, it would be easy for something to happen. Wouldn't it be bad if someone was detrimental to the banished immortal? So he asked the alchemists to drive away the servants and only allowed himself to line up here. Anyone who dares to violate the rules will be disqualified.
The alchemists all agreed and drove away the servants. Then they all opened their bedding and fell asleep on the spot.
The craftsmen nodded with satisfaction and went back to sleep.
Half an hour later, some poor people from nearby came up in the dark and offered to help the alchemists queue up, as long as the alchemists paid a little money. .
The alchemists immediately felt very regretful. Why didn't they think of this earlier? Many of them have servants. If they had known earlier, they would have asked the servants to line up for them. When it was almost their turn, wouldn't it be enough to change them back?
But it's too late to say anything now, I can only hold my nose and admit it.
Xiang Bo asked the poor people how much it would cost to wait in line all night.
A poor man said respectfully: "It only costs five hundred and a half taels a night."
When Uncle Xiang heard the price, he was immediately shocked: "Five hundred and a half taels? Isn't this too expensive?"
As a result, the poor man looked at Xiang Bo with disdain: "He's from out of town, right? What's five hundred and a half taels? In Xianyang City, a cup of immortal wine costs 100,000 yuan, and a cup of immortal pot costs 100,000 yuan. I heard that recently there is another immortal Eyes and Fairy Ears, I don’t know how many tens of millions they have. The five hundred dollars you earn is only enough to buy a steamed bun."
Uncle Xiang was stunned for a moment. But it was freezing here, and he was really cold. He spent five hundred dollars, hired a poor man, and left.
As a result, as soon as he left the team, there was another group of poor people looking for customers.
These poor people said enthusiastically: "Sir, Xianyang City is closed now. Come to my place to rest for a night. It only costs one thousand yuan a night."
Xiang Bo doubted whether he had been ripped off. Prices in Xianyang City were too high.
But it's dark now, and there are people here who are unfamiliar with the place. A thousand dollars is a thousand dollars. Anyway, my family has money.
After Xiang Bo paid the money, the poor man led him twisting and turning for five miles before arriving at a small village.
Uncle Xiang couldn't help but complain: "You live so far away, but you go to Shangjun's courtyard to attract guests?"
The poor man said confidently: "What's five miles far away? If I live closer, do you think I can pay you a thousand dollars to sleep comfortably?"
Uncle Xiang looked at the environment. It was dark and damp, and he was a little discouraged. If he could sleep comfortably in this place, it would be full of ghosts.
But no matter what, it's better than blowing in the wind in the wilderness. Xiang Bo lay down and covered himself with a dark quilt.
Xiang Bo suddenly felt thirsty, so he asked the poor farmer for water. As a result, the poor peasants said that water also cost money, ten and a half taels a cup.
Xiang Bo gritted his teeth and handed over the money.
After drinking water, I wanted to go to the toilet again, so I handed over ten more coins.
In short, apart from breathing for free, almost everything else costs money this night. Xiang Bo was so angry that his lungs hurt.
He cursed in his heart, what happened to the Xianyang people? How shameless.
As a result, after being confused for a while, several alchemists came one after another. Without exception, they were all from outside the city. Everyone simply cursed and chatted all night.
As soon as the sun came up, Xiang Bo couldn't wait to leave.
When he returned to Shangjun Courtyard, he was immediately confused. He looked around and couldn't find the poor man who helped queue up last night.
He observed for a long time and found two alchemists who had chatted last night. Logically speaking, he should be ranked between the two alchemists. But now, among the alchemists was a stranger, also wearing robes and looking like an alchemist.
Xiang Bo said to the man: "This position is mine."
As a result, the man became furious and shouted: "Are you going to cut in line?"
Xiang Bo suddenly didn't dare to speak.
A kind person told him that the poor people paid 500 yuan to help them line up, and as soon as they left, they immediately sold their seats to the alchemist at the back for 500 yuan.
Then I go to other places to help people line up. I can pour several hands in one night and earn a lot of money.
Xiang Bo almost cried: Xianyang people are so cunning.
So... Xiang Bo silently went to the end of the line.
From morning to noon, from noon to evening.
In the evening, Jing Fu came to visit Uncle Xiang again. He first paid 100,000 yuan and entered Shangjun Courtyard, where he inquired about the craftsmen.
The craftsman said that no one named Jing Bao was interviewed today.
Jing Fu was a little puzzled: Has Brother Xiang not been ranked yet? But it should be soon...
Jing Fu started to search from the front of the team, and the further he searched, the further back he was, until he almost wanted to give up. Finally, he saw a tired-looking Uncle Xiang.
Jing Fu looked back at the long queue, almost thinking that he had recognized the wrong person.
He said in disbelief: "Xiang...Jingbao clan brother, why are you still waiting in line here? Hasn't the team moved during the whole day?"
Xiang Bo waved his hand: "Brother, give me a pen. I want to write a letter to my brother."
Jing Fu said oh and took out a brush and paper.
Xiang Bo had heard of fairy paper before, but this was the first time he used it today. But now he is full of grief and anger, and he is not in the mood to be surprised.
I saw him write like a dragon and a snake: Brother, the Huai family's rebellion is excusable. The so-called orange grows in Huainan and becomes orange, while if it grows in northern Huaibei, it becomes orange. From my perspective, Xianyang people are all shameless, insidious and cunning, and regard wealth as life. Huaiguzi was clearly assimilated by Xianyang people.
After writing this, Xiang Bo sighed, folded up the fairy paper, and handed it to Jing Fu: "I hope that my brother will send this letter to the south as soon as possible."
When Uncle Xiang wrote a letter just now, Jing Fu glanced at it. At this time, he grinned and thought: Are you sure that Huaiguzi was assimilated by the Xianyang people?
However, he did not argue with Xiang Bo, but nodded and left the team. He reported the contents of the letter to Li Shui, and after getting his permission, he quickly sent it to Chudi.
Xiang Bo waited in line for another day. When the city gate was about to close in the evening, the craftsmen came to drive people away again, and no servants of the alchemists were allowed to accompany them.
These craftsmen are very smart and can determine whether a person is a real alchemist based on their dress, behavior and conversation, and whether they are hiring people to queue up.
After all the servants were driven away, some poor people came up in the dark.
There were rumors among the team that these poor people were in cahoots with the craftsmen.
Xiang Bo has already been fooled once, and of course he will not be fooled this time. He watched with cold eyes and saw that several newcomers were cheated again, and his heart suddenly became happy, as if the experience last night was not so unbearable.
The next day, Xiang Bo finally entered Shangjun's courtyard as he wished.
As soon as he walked into the room, he recognized Li Shui.
He and Li Shui had never met each other, but Li Shui's features were too obvious. Hanging around his neck is a shining gold medal for immunity from death...
Xiang Bo saluted and said, "I am Jing Bao, who came from the Chu land and is a younger brother of the Jing Fu clan."
Li Shui yawned and thought: What did this spy do? I waited for him for two days before coming for the interview.
Li Shui was a little unhappy, so he said casually: "Did you see the stone lock next to it? That was made specially for you by the stonemason of Shangjun Courtyard. Lift it up and test your physical strength. Lift it fifty times."
Qiuxian next to him was a little confused: Didn’t he lift it five times? Why did it become fifty times?
However, when the banished immortal spoke, he did not dare to interrupt. Now he is just a preliminary apprentice, not an official one yet. He may be stripped of his qualifications at any time. He must not violate his intention to be relegated to immortality. Of course, even if you become a formal disciple, you can't mess around. With the temper of banishing immortals, you can expel people from the disciples at any time.
Xiang Bo lifted it twice and was so tired that he almost vomited blood. Lifting it fifty times is absolutely impossible.
Li Shui sighed: "What a waste. Forget it. For the sake of you being a Jingsui clan brother, I will open a back door for you. Just give it a little less and get 10,000 yuan to make up for it. If you don't have half a tael, you can use gold." Silver jewelry worth the price.”
Xiang Bo put down the stone lock in surprise and almost hit his own foot: "Ten thousand dollars a time?"
Li Shui glared: "What? Too expensive?"
Uncle Xiang was a little hesitant. It was expensive, so he must think it was expensive, but he was a little afraid to say it...
At this time, the calf next to him suddenly knelt down with a plop, hugged Li Shui's thigh and said: "In order to banish the immortal, Shang Jun's other courtyard, the one you have to choose is to seek immortality. How can you use money to determine the quota for such a sacred and important matter? ?”
Xiang Bo suddenly panicked: It’s over, I can’t even give him money. If you fail the test, won’t this time be in vain?
So he quickly said: "I am willing to pay the money to banish the immortal."
The calf pointed at him and shouted: "Shut up, do you want to taint the immortal?"
Xiang Bo didn't dare to speak.
Li Shui sighed and said to Niu Dao: "However, Jing Bao is Jing Fu's clan brother after all, and Jing Fu is my good friend. If I don't give him face, I'm afraid it won't be justified when we meet in the future."
Niu Dao also looked embarrassed, and then said: "Since he is a good friend of the banished immortal, he can be lenient. But for such a big thing as seeking immortality, selling one's place for 10,000 yuan is also blasphemy to the immortal. The villain thinks that three Ten thousand dollars a time is reasonable."
As soon as Xiang Bo heard this, he quickly borrowed the jade pendant from his waist, held it in front of Li Shui, and said, "This thing is worth a thousand yi of gold. There is no need to look for it."
Li Shui sighed, took the jade pendant glumly, and said, "I won't do this next time."
After collecting the money, the next thing is much simpler. After asking about Bo Xiang's age, gender, address, and place of origin, he was announced as having passed and could go to the backyard to wait.
After Xiang Bo came to the backyard, the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He was very puzzled in his heart: "Why do you need to lift a stone lock to seek immortality? What does the alchemist's search for immortality have to do with strength?"
He thought about this problem for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.
At this time, a child with a snotty nose came over and said, "I am Gou Sheng. There is a learning class in front of me, and the most experienced alchemist is teaching. Enter the learning class and listen to a class, and you will meet jackals, tigers and leopards." It’s possible to survive.”
As soon as Xiang Bo heard this, he quickly wanted to sign up.
Gou Sheng stretched out his hand and said, "Ten thousand dollars."
Xiang Bo's head was as big as a bucket: "I am Jing Sui's younger brother."
Gou Sheng said, "You are that Jing Bao, you have to pay one hundred thousand."
