The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 27 So angry that I vomited blood
"Forget it, the stall owner's insistence proves that this is indeed a rare treasure. It's just that I am short of money and can't afford it. It seems that this treasure is not for me."

With that said, Zhang Jingyuan reluctantly rubbed the small sword twice, and then gently placed it on the stall.

The stall owner choked again after saying this and couldn't catch his breath for a long time. He opened his mouth slightly and wanted to say something, but nothing came out. He was really suffocated to death.

After all, he couldn't say that his little sword was indeed only worth fifty spirit stones.

It doesn't matter whether he slaps himself in the face or not. After all, people like him have no shame. But if he says this and is heard by others, will others buy his things?

Although those who dare to come to Sanpoji and are not silently swallowed by Sanpoji don't care whether they are black or not, the blackest person will definitely have a bad business.

There's no way, it's human nature.

Crows in the world are generally black, and that's okay, but if you have to be the blackest crow, and be as black as possible from the inside out, then don't blame others for not liking you.

Don’t be the darkest shop or stall in Sanpoji. This is also one of the rules of Sanpoji.

No one who violates these rules will be able to stay in Sanpoji.

"I see that you sincerely want it. In fact, fifty spirit stones are not something I can't give you."

In the end, the stall owner still couldn't let go of the fifty spirit stones and said, but he gave himself a reason that even a fool could see through.

After all, fifty spirit stones are too fragrant. He can't earn so many spirit stones by setting up a stall here in a year.

"No, it's really inappropriate for such a good fairy treasure to be sold at such a low price. Thank you to the stall owner for his kindness."

Zhang Jingyuan picked up the small sword again, looked at it fiercely for a few times, firmly grasped the hilt, and then put it down.

After hearing this, the stall owner had countless thoughts in his heart. He had already made it so obvious. Is the young man in front of him a fool? Why can't you understand?

But after thinking about it, the stall owner was relieved. If Zhang Jingyuan was not a fool, how could he pay fifty spiritual stones to buy this crap from him.

And why is there such a stupid and kind-hearted person in this world? Why did he sell it so cheaply? He sold Zhang Jingyuan, a big-headed ghost, at such a low price for more than two spiritual stones. If he could sell it for fifty spiritual stones, he would Can make more than 20 times the profit!

If this little sword could be sold for fifty spiritual stones, he would make another one later. If he didn't sell this one, he would offer it up every day, including three sticks of incense day and night.

To be honest, now that he wants to beat himself to death, why should he shout out the price more? All the ducks in his mouth will fly away.

"Stall owner, your mirror is pretty good. How many spiritual stones are there?"

However, at this moment, Zhang Jingyuan picked up a hand-sized small mirror and asked with an innocent face, not a stupid face.

After hearing this, the stall owner suddenly became energetic. He felt that the whole world in front of him was brightening, and his face was quickly filled with a bright smile.

"One hundred spiritual stones."

"Is fifty spirit coins okay?"

"The minimum is ninety-five spirit stones. This mirror is together with the small sword. I obtained it from the cave of a great master in the tribulation period after going through countless hardships and hardships. For this reason, I died My three companions.”

As he said this, the stall owner put on an expression of grief-stricken expression that made everyone cry when he heard it. He even squeezed out two tears.

"In that case, I won't add it little by little, just ten spiritual stones."

Zhang Jingyuan gave the stall owner a thumbs up in his heart. His acting skills were so good that he could even win a gold medal. He was so much better than those glamorous people in China in his previous life.

"Ninety spirit stones are really no less. My three companions, they also have a 180-year-old mother, a three-year-old child, and five or six wives and concubines to support. To be honest, these spirit stones , I don’t want a piece of it, I’ll give it all to their widows, young children, old mothers.”

"It's so pitiful, fifteen spiritual stones."

Zhang Jingyuan sighed with emotion. He also wanted to squeeze out a few tears, but his acting skills were not good and there were no props to assist him. After trying it, it didn't work, so he had to give up.

"Eighty-five spiritual stones..."

The stall owner was ecstatic in his heart. It was this rhythm, this familiar feeling. He felt that fifty spiritual stones would wave to him again.

And maybe, he can earn more spiritual stones.

"Forty-eight spiritual stones."

After a series of verbal battles and fierce exchanges, Zhang Jingyuan finally raised the price to a price that was only one step away from fifty spiritual stones.

The stall owner did not hesitate and said directly: "Fifty spiritual stones, I'll sell them to you."

After saying this, the stall owner felt comfortable all over his body. He had really waited too long to say this.

"Fifty spirit stones are too expensive. Forget it, I don't want it anymore."

However, before the stall owner could take a breath of joy, Zhang Jingyuan said the same words as before. These words were like a hammer, crushing all his excitement and joy.

His whole face was at a loss for a moment, why was it too expensive again?

"You just gave out fifty spirit stones with your little sword. Why is this mirror also with fifty spirit stones? You don't want it anymore."

The stall owner gritted his teeth, chewing through the gums, and looked at Zhang Jingyuan angrily. Now he really wanted to eat Zhang Jingyuan alive.

"The small sword is worth fifty spirit stones, but the mirror is not." Zhang Jingyuan shook his head and said with emotion.

The stall owner was so angry that he really wanted to grab Zhang Jingyuan's neck and ask Zhang Jingyuan how big the difference was between these forty-eight spiritual stones and fifty spiritual stones, and why this mirror was not worth it.

"Mirror, take the forty-eight spiritual stones."

The stall owner took a deep breath to prevent himself from being angered by Zhang Jingyuan.

"No, I can't take away the stall owner's love and sell such a good treasure at a low price."

Zhang Jingyuan still shook his head regretfully, but he couldn't help but touch the mirror a few times before reluctantly putting it down.

The stall owner suddenly lost his temper. How could he meet such a fool who accepted death?

Then, a funny scene appeared. The stall owner tried his best to prove that his mirror was worth forty-eight spiritual stones. Being able to sell forty-eight spiritual stones was already a blessing that the mirror had been cultivated for 800,000 years.

But Zhang Jingyuan disagreed, thinking that the mirror was a rare treasure, a fairy treasure. If it was less than fifty spiritual stones, it was being sold at a low price. It wasn't the mirror's fault that he couldn't afford it, it was his fault.

The identities of the customer and the stall owner are reversed no matter how you look at them.

But the stall owner was not a fool after all, or he didn't believe that he could meet a fool like Zhang Jingyuan. He soon realized that something was wrong.

"Are you trying to amuse me on purpose?"

The stall owner snapped angrily.

"Stall owner, you must have wronged me. I am a new monk in the early stage of Qi refining. How dare I entertain you, a monk in the middle stage of Qi refining?"

"Furthermore, if I say a price and you agree to it, then if I don't buy it, it will naturally be my fault. You can kill me on the spot, no problem. But you don't like the price I offer, you I can't afford the price offered. If we can't agree on the price and the deal doesn't work out, is it my fault? Do you think this is the truth?"

Zhang Jingyuan said to the people behind him with an aggrieved face.

"Yes, that's the truth. Qiu Laodao, you sell things so expensively that people don't want to buy them. What's wrong with you?"

"You can't. You dislike the low price offered by others and are unwilling to sell at that price. Now you're saying it's their fault, right?"

"Lao Dao Qiu, what you are doing is a bit too shameless. When did our Sanpoji have such a rule of forced buying and selling?"

……

Zhang Jingyuan's words seemed to have stirred up a hornet's nest. Everyone was furious and started to criticize the stall owner, especially those who set up stalls next to the stall owner. Each one was more serious than the other.

Those who gather in Sanpo all the year round are not good people, not to mention that they are enemies. They just saw that Qiu Laodao almost killed a big fat sheep like Zhang Jingyuan, and the jealousy and hatred in their hearts had already broken through the clouds and reached the sky. .

Now that they had such an opportunity to attack in groups and humiliate Qiu Laodao, how could they give up.

Furthermore, they are right.

The seller agrees to the price offered by the buyer, but the buyer is unwilling to buy. The seller kills him on the spot and takes all his inheritance for his own use. Or the seller agrees to buy it to the buyer at a certain price, but the seller suddenly regrets it, and the buyer also You can also kill the seller on the spot and keep his inheritance as your own.

These are one of the rules of Sanpo Ji, and it is obvious that Zhang Jingyuan did not violate this rule. Why should Qiu Laodao force others to buy it? If they don't buy it, it will amuse him.

"I feel now that you are deliberately entertaining me. Come on, pick something else and let's talk about the price."

Faced with the overwhelming accusations and cross-examination, Qiu Laodao was completely red-eyed. He pointed at Zhang Jingyuan and said sternly.

If Zhang Jingyuan dared to play tricks on him again, he would beat Zhang Jingyuan to death even if he broke the rules and stopped doing business at Sanpoji in the future!
After all, Sanpo Ji respects the strong. If Zhang Jingyuan, a weakling, dares to play tricks on him, he will have to pay the price!
Fist is the biggest rule of Sanpoji!

Zhang Jingyuan seemed to be frightened by Qiu Laodao, and he actually lowered his head and looked at the stall.

He lowered his head and glanced at the stall several times, then tremblingly picked up a jade pendant and said, "Stall owner, can you sell this fifty spirit coins?"

"If you don't want to sell it, at least two spiritual stones." The stall owner said fiercely.

He wanted to see how Zhang Jingyuan would bargain with him!

As long as Zhang Jingyuan dares not to buy this time, he will beat Zhang Jingyuan to death!

"Okay, deal."

With that said, Zhang Jingyuan took out two spiritual stones from his pocket and patted them in front of the stall owner, then took the jade pendant and left without looking back.

"what!"

Looking at the two spiritual stones in front of him and Zhang Jingyuan's retreating figure, Qiu Laodao was suddenly stunned.

This script is wrong. Why did Zhang Jingyuan agree? He had already made preparations to kill Zhang Jingyuan if he dared to continue to talk expensively!
And why did he feel that he was at a loss? If this jade pendant sells well, it can fetch more than five spirit stones. After all, when he received it, the cost of this jade pendant was only 16,000 spirit coins.

But after Zhang Jingyuan acted like this, he seemed to have no excuse to attack.

At this time, Qiu Laodao really wanted to throw these two spiritual stones to Zhang Jingyuan. If he didn't earn these spiritual stones anymore, he would kill Zhang Jingyuan!

So angry!
(End of this chapter)