The competition has not yet begun, and the Stone Square is crowded with people. Thousands of disciples are gearing up. Many businessmen know that there is such a grand event today and have early occupied a good place outside the square.
The elder of the Wanjian Sect in charge of the competition is very business-minded. During the days of the competition, you can enter Qingshan Town to set up a stall by paying a sum of money. The Wanjian Sect will protect your belongings from being robbed. After the transaction is completed, The transaction amount will be counted as protection fee.
Over the years, the Dabi Wanjian Sect has not only been able to recover a series of expenses such as prizes and medical treatment, but also made a fortune.
Meng De has been dealing with affairs in Taixuanzong all year round. He has not experienced the prosperity of the world for a long time. While Hong Ying was practicing, he went shopping in a street stall wearing a bronze mirror and a black mask that only exposed his eyes and nose.
[Don’t look disgusted, this is a high-grade artifact. Not only can it block the detection of divine consciousness so that Xiao Chu cannot recognize you, but it can also summon a whole set of artifacts after you chant the matching formula.
I will give you the formula first. Remember not to sing it casually unless absolutely necessary]
Meng De heard a strange melody, and the bronze mirror in his hand seemed to vibrate with the melody.
[The rain outside the window was dripping, and it continued to fall for three days and three nights...]
"Pfft!"
Meng De just walked to a stall. The stall owner was a female cultivator. When she saw such a strange thing on Meng De's head, she burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry..." Before I could finish my words, the female cultivator covered her stomach and laughed, "Haha, fellow Taoist, take a look at what you want to buy. These are all good medicinal materials."
Meng De picked up several medicinal materials from the stall with a dark face, all of which were needed to refine the mysterious elixir that could control the human body.
Looking for the mission issued by Bronze Mirror, Xiao Chu will gain a foothold in Wanjian Sect. Even if the mission is completed, becoming an outer disciple, an inner disciple or an elder will receive varying degrees of rewards. Meng De plans to push Xiao Chu to the position of elder.
With Xiao Chu's own talent, it would take at least two hundred years for him to have the strength to become an elder.
Meng De planned to control the top management of Wanjian Sect and create another opportunity for the top management to recommend Xiao Chu as an honorary elder.
"Thirty high-grade spiritual stones can be exchanged for equivalent items."
Meng De took out the spirit stone from the storage ring and threw it to the female stall owner, and continued to wander among other stalls.
The quality of most of the things is not high, but they are quite complete, ranging from magical tools and exercises to medicinal materials and minerals. There are many high-end goods with defects, just waiting for someone who knows the goods to pick them up.
After visiting more than a dozen stalls, there were a dazzling array of gadgets, but not many of them caught my eye.
Meng De recognized a few incomplete high-grade magic weapons. If he repaired them and sold them, he could earn at least several thousand high-grade spiritual stones. However, he was not good at refining weapons, so he had to give up this opportunity and end up with a few thousand high-grade spiritual stones. Words have limited appeal to him.
Just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly attracted by a crisp sound.
"Fellow Taoist, do you want to sell the sword in your hand?"
The speaker was a beautiful woman with a plump figure, and the evil desire on her chest could not be hidden by clothes.
Meng De stayed in Qingshan Town for half a month and got to know the senior officials of Wanjian Sect. The beautiful woman was Ying Caichan, the wife of the great elder of Wanjian Sect.
I saw Naying Caician wearing a purple dress and a pair of high-heeled leather boots. She was round and beautiful, and her every move showed her charm.
Meng De couldn't move his eyes away from this truly beautiful wife. For the three years of Tai Xuan Zong's life, the only one who had been with him day and night was the five-fingered girl. Hong Ying was too domineering, so he preferred to be proactive rather than passive.
"Prime Minister, I've realized it again!"
The vendor was a fat man dressed in silk and satin. His eyes were fixed on the evil figure of Ying Caicheng, and he was almost drooling: "Seller, this sword is here, I will definitely sell it. The price is two hundred yuan for high-grade spiritual stones. "
"Isn't it more expensive?" Ying Caichan was obviously used to that kind of look and didn't care about it. He grabbed the long sword with a bumpy blade and lowered the price. "If this is a complete high-grade magic weapon, it will cost two thousand yuan." The high-grade spiritual stones are all worth it, but look at the blade of this sword, which is full of gaps, and the runes on the sword have been destroyed to some extent. Even if it is repaired, it will only have the power of a mid-grade magic weapon, maybe forty!"
"How can you bargain so hard?"
Before the fat vendor finished speaking, Ying Caichan turned around and left.
Sure enough, this trick would work in any world.
Ying Caichan turned around and walked a few steps when the fat vendor called out to her.
"Fellow Taoist, stay here. If you sincerely want us to talk, let's do this. I don't want two hundred, and you don't want forty. One hundred and eighty-eight will be taken home immediately."
"I sincerely want to buy it, but you are not sincerely selling it. Ninety, this is my lowest price. If it doesn't work, I'll take it down."
"Okay, sell it, I'll sell it." The fat vendor looked like his heart was bleeding. In fact, what he was thinking in his heart was that he would make a lot of money today.
This thing came from him. He met two monks on the way and picked it up from a battle. He wiped off the blood stains and the mark of spiritual consciousness and sold it for ninety yuan.
"Wait a minute, I'll pay two hundred."
Just as the fat vendor was about to take the spirit stone from Ying Caichan, Meng De made a cross move.
If you want to get to know someone, you can't just go up and strike up a conversation awkwardly, unless you have at least one of the three qualities of good looks or wealth and status. The best way is to make contact, even if the senses brought by contact are not positive.
"My friend, I have already bought this thing. You can go look elsewhere."
"Businesses are always about money and goods. Since the stall owner has not confiscated your money, the transaction has not been completed. In this case, of course the highest bidder will get it." Meng De's spiritual stones flew out from Meng De's storage ring. Two hundred yuan, asked the fat vendor, "What do you think, fellow Taoist?"
The fat vendor was eager to sell more points. Yingcai's hair looked good, so he could only look at it. The other party's dress showed his identity and was definitely not something he could get involved with.
She is not your own woman, why are you so distressed?
"What my fellow Taoist said makes sense."
"You are such an unreasonable person. You have already agreed to sell this thing to me. How can you go back on your word just because someone else paid a higher price?" Although Ying Cairan was dissatisfied due to her identity, she still chose to be reasonable.
"Businessmen pursue profits, so what's wrong with the one who pays the highest price?" Thin-skinned people are not suitable for doing business, the fat merchant said it as a matter of course.
Meng De stretched out his hand to grab the sword from Ying Caichan. Ying Caichan flashed back, with a hint of disgust in his tone: "I'll pay two hundred and one."
A higher price appeared, and both of them looked at Meng De.
Unexpectedly, Meng De shrank his hand and looked like he didn't want it anymore.
Now even a fool can see that Meng De is not here to make magic weapons at all.
The fat vendor didn't care about this. Anyway, he earned an extra one hundred and ten high-grade spiritual stones.
Ying Caichan thought everything through and threw the sword to the ground with a clang: "I don't want it anymore."
It is said that bystanders know the truth but the authorities are confused. She thought that Meng De would come out to raise the price when she was closing the deal. This was a scam!
The dispute between a few people just now attracted a lot of people to watch. He wanted to see how the two of them ended up. If he didn't buy it, it would be equivalent to admitting that he was a trustee. Who would come to a stall with a trustee?
Seeing this, the fat vendor turned his attention to Meng De.
Meng De said with an indifferent expression: "If you don't even like her, then I don't want her either."
"Are you looking for trouble?" Ying Caichan is the wife of the great elder of Wanjian Sect after all. In Qingshan Town, and even in the entire Wanjian Sect, who wouldn't give her some face? How about being humiliated by Meng De in front of everyone? Can not be angry.
