The two were still arguing about profit sharing, and several more people came up from the bottom four floors of the drug department. The grass department, which was originally a little empty, suddenly became crowded.
"Old Yang, congratulations. You have won the favor of the Martial Saint. You will become famous in the future, but you can't forget us."
This was the head of the Shi Department. He had despised Yang Qing for being henpecked before, but now he was the first to congratulate him.
"Hey, it's easy to talk."
Yang Qing's face glowed brightly, and he had overcome the situation where he had been unable to hold his head high in the other four departments.
"The appearance of the hidden martial saint in Daxuan is an opportunity for Lao Yang, and it is also a great good thing for Daxuan."
An old man with a long beard and a green shirt is concerned about the country and the people. This is Wan Shicheng, the head of the Insect Department.
Both of them like to talk about state affairs and are Yang Qing's rare close friends.
The Insect Department is worth talking about. In addition to collecting all kinds of strange insects in the world, the demon parts and elixirs provided by the guards of the Eternal Life Palace are basically in the Insect Department.
Therefore, although the Insect Department is on the first floor, few people usually enter. Even though there is a formation to suppress the evil spirit, the smell of blood is still too strong.
To use Yang Qing's poisonous tongue, it is like a slaughterhouse if it taints the eyes of scholars...
"Yes, since the True Immortal has not emerged for two hundred years, in the past ten years, the monsters and barbarians from the demon country around Daxuan have been constantly provoking. Although they were all repelled, they have become a lot more rampant."
"This time the Martial Saint appears in this world, it won't take long. It will definitely spread throughout the surrounding countries, and it will also make these people calm down and stop their desire to destroy me."
Director Tanibe also got involved.
"I'm afraid it's not that easy. I heard that the Demon Clan has recently added two more Demon Immortals, and the Southern Barbarian Gu Immortal's injury is almost healed..."
Seeing the adults discussing state affairs, He Ping'an and Han Li quickly stood up, offered their seats to make tea, and were very busy.
It was not until the end of duty that all the adults gradually left. Master Wang wanted to take advantage of the chaos to leave, but was grabbed by Yang Qing.
"At least 20%, no less."
Yang Qing was deeply attached to the painting scroll of Wu Sheng.
Seeing that he couldn't escape, Master Wang had no choice but to agree: "Two percent means two percent, but you have to buy me the best Xuanyang paper."
"You also need to buy me two good wolf brushes made of middle-grade third-grade wolf demon hair."
"By the way, there's also Xuanyu ink. This is the worst thing for painting..."
"Lao Yang, don't leave. Why are you covering your ears?"
This time it was Chief Wang who held on to Yang Qing, and the two sides struggled for a long time before they finally settled.
Yang Qing received 10% of the money, and the other four treasures of the study were all prepared by Master Wang.
To put it simply, Yang Qing only takes his share of the profits and does not work.
After Master Wang left, He Pingan saw that Yang Qing was in a good mood at this time and asked: "Brother Yang, I heard from Changchun Master before that there is a real immortal in Daxuan, but it has not appeared for nearly two hundred years. What's going on? ?”
Yang Qing pondered for a moment and then said slowly: "Speaking of this true immortal, he is not an ordinary person..."
It turns out that before this true immortal was born, Daxuan had not seen a powerful person in the transcendent realm for more than a hundred years, and the dynasty was on the verge of collapse. There were also southern barbarian Gu Immortals with their Gu cultivators and tens of billions of poisonous insects, invading the Daxuan Kingdom.
At a critical moment, a true immortal suddenly appeared from the sky, holding an immortal sword and severely injuring the southern barbarian Gu Immortal. He led Daxuan's army and people to destroy most of the poisonous Gu cultivators, and gained two hundred years of peace for Daxuan.
But after this battle, the true immortal disappeared and never appeared again for two hundred years.
Some said that he traveled to the outside world, while others said that he died from serious injuries after a battle with Gu Immortal and had fallen. There were different opinions.
"I actually have an immortal sword with me."
"No wonder it can seriously injure Gu Immortal."
He Pingan was envious, but he only had the magic sword.
You must know that a monk's strength comes from a large part of his own cultivation, and the remaining small part relies on magic weapons.
When seeing a true immortal with an immortal sword, the martial sage will also call him Taoist friend.
But if there is no true immortal with the immortal sword, Wu Sheng will only say lightly: Here you go, little brother.
Of course, if there is a Martial Saint with an immortal weapon, that's another story!
.....
"Oh, I've been on duty for so long."
Yang Qing looked at the sky and saw that half an hour had passed since the next watch.
"What's the use of talking to your kid so much?"
"If you can cultivate to the third level in this life, you will be considered as a Martial Saint."
Yang Qing glanced sideways at He Ping'an, still as venomous as ever.
He Ping'an glanced at it casually, but Han Li had already run away at some point.
"Let's go home. We must surprise Yue'e tonight."
Yang Qing left triumphantly. His physical body recovered, and his strength on the bed will naturally improve a lot. His wife will definitely be pleasantly surprised.
...
After getting off duty, He Ping'an walked slowly home. When he saw every house decorated with lanterns and colors, he remembered that today was Daxuan's Moon Worship Festival.
It was the Mid-Autumn Festival in the previous life.
I used to be a person in the Drug Testing Department, it was dark, I didn't know what time it was outside, and it didn't matter what time it was.
This was the first time I experienced Daxuan's local festival after leaving the Drug Testing Department.
The streets are full of people walking in groups of twos and threes, hanging on each other's backs, especially near the West Market. Many small vendors are shouting on the roadside, and the sound is endless, making it very lively.
"Old man, how do you sell these mooncakes?"
He Pingan walked to a stall with a dazzling array of mooncakes of various colors.
"This egg yolk mooncake costs three yuan a piece."
"This fresh meat and pickled mustard moon cake costs five cents a piece..."
He Pingan frowned and asked: "Old man, why are all the salty mooncakes here? Are there any sweet ones?"
"For example, bean paste mooncakes, osmanthus mooncakes..."
The eyes of the old man running the stall suddenly widened, and he looked at He Pingan as if he were a stranger: "Do you want to eat sweet mooncakes?"
"Yeah, what's the problem?"
"Go, go, go. I only have salty mooncakes here. Sweet mooncakes are not worthy of being tasted."
The old man setting up the stall blew his beard and glared, trying to drive He Pingan away.
"Hey!"
He Ping'an was dissatisfied now: "Why can't sweet mooncakes be considered elegant?"
"Salty mooncakes have too strong flavor and too much oil and water. Where can I find delicious sweet mooncakes?"
"Where did you come from, a wild boy? What nonsense are you talking about?"
...
The two people were arguing louder and louder, attracting passers-by to watch.
Some passers-by couldn't help themselves and joined the fighting group.
After half an hour of verbal battle, He Ping'an finally convinced everyone with the strength of "Land Key Immortal".
The Sweet Party won a resounding victory.
At this moment, the old man running the stall looked excited, rolled up his sleeves, and suddenly rushed towards He Pingan, while shouting: "The Salty Party will win!"
"Old man, it won't be..."
Seeing that the situation was not good, He Pingan said a word, and his figure ran back and forth in the crowd like a fish. After a few dodgers, he left the battle group.
The hustle and bustle behind me remains...
A quarter of an hour later, He Ping'an returned to Xiancao Hall with a bunch of sweet mooncakes in his hand.
"Sir, you are back."
A fragrant wind rushed towards him, followed immediately by the dizzying undulations of the mountains, which immediately made him forget his previous defeat in the confrontation with the old stall owner.
Hong Xifei took the mooncake in his hand and asked, "Sir, did you buy the mooncake?"
"Yes, today is the Moon Worship Festival, don't we have to eat moon cakes?"
He Pingan said doubtfully.
"My family has already made moon cakes for you with your own hands, and also prepared a table of your favorite dishes, just waiting for you to come back."
"Hey, then I want to have a good taste."
He Pingan said expectantly.
After a cup of tea, He Pingan's surprised voice suddenly came from the back hall:
"Xi Fei, why did you make salty mooncakes?"
...
