Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 40 Old Friend
Over a period of three full days, a total of 600 items were auctioned at the Yushan Treasure Fair, and the quality of the items was not bad. They were all good items for cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage.

Even if I didn't buy it, at least I gained some knowledge, and like most of the people who bid, at least they didn't waste the two spirit stones as the entrance fee.

Even Kang Dabao took out a bid and bought a nice set of talisman-making tools. It wasn’t expensive, only about a hundred spirit stones, and he also got a few stacks of high-quality talisman paper.

He thought that if he got stuck in the same bottleneck as before, it would be better to use that time to practice a skill and earn some spirit stones.

In a quiet room of the fellow practitioners' association.

"Hello, Brother Kang. Here are 2,430 spirit stones." Gui Xiang handed Kang Dabao a storage bag full of spirit stones with a warm smile.

"Of course I trust Brother Gui." Kang Dabao said this, but as he took the storage bag, he secretly glanced at the storage bag with his spiritual sense.

"Your gathering this time has been very fruitful!" Kang Dabao counted the spirit stones in his storage bag in a moment, feeling very happy, and congratulated him.

He knew the commission standards of the fellow practitioners' association. For items auctioned by forces as close as his, they would take 5% of the commission. For items brought in by ordinary independent practitioners, they would even take 20% to 30%.

Of course, the amount that a casual cultivator gets is guaranteed to be no lower than the price assessed before the auction.

"I don't think as much as my younger brother. We invited the senior from Zishan Sect to take charge, but it's only for one month, and this is the amount we need." Guixiang made a gesture.

"These foundation-building cultivators are the ones who make the most money!" Kang Dabao envied him secretly, but the connections of the fellow cultivators' association were really wide, and they could even invite people from the Zishan Sect in Dingzhou next door.

The head of Zishan Sect is a veteran foundation-building cultivator with a good reputation. He would not take action easily. No wonder the fellow practitioners were able to keep the situation under control this time.

"This is because Mr. Shan had some friendship with that senior, otherwise the price might not be so high." Guixiang added.

Kang Dabao understood immediately, pretending to be enlightened, and chatted with Guixiang for a while before saying goodbye, "Brother Qin is a very busy man, so I won't go to say goodbye. I'd like to ask Brother Gui to help me say something."

"No, I'm busy. But it's not easy for you to come here, brother. I have to buy you a few drinks."

"I appreciate it, I appreciate it. You really have to go back earlier. If you have time, come to visit Chongming Sect and I will treat you again."

"Then it's settled."

"It's settled, brother, please stay. No need to see me off. No need to see me off."

After Kang Dabao walked out of the quiet room, Guixiang took out a talisman from his storage bag. After pondering for a long time, a little yang fire rose between his fingers, burning the talisman to ashes.

The four masters and apprentices went out and got on the donkey cart

"Master, are we leaving just like this?" Han Yundao finally spoke, and the two children looked like they were weighed down with worry.

"Why don't you leave? You two don't have spirit stones to treat me to a meal." Kang Dabao said with a sneer.

"When we get back, I will stew pork elbow for you." Duan Anle responded, pretending to be well-behaved.

"Hehe, you've been stewing for all these years, but your skills are still not as good as Shi Lun's." Kang Dabao sneered.

Jin Shilun was stunned. He never expected that this was the first time he was praised by his master since he became his apprentice, and it was because of his good mastery of the skill.

"Disciple wants to go and see Brother Wu." Han Yundao said bravely.

"Do you know that even if he leads the way until he is forty years old, he may not be able to afford those two fire-removing pills?" Kang Dabao's words revealed his true meaning.

"I think Brother Wu is a good person," Han Yun said before he finished speaking. "You are a brainless person!" Kang Dabao frowned and scolded him. "He cheated you out of the spiritual stone, and he might even say behind your back that you are a foolish husband!"

Han Yundao was, after all, just a child under ten years old. After hearing the scolding, he turned his back with red eyes and stopped talking, but the stubbornness on his face was still there.

"Master, I said I wanted to go see Brother Wu and the others again." Duan Anle continued.

Kang Dabao was about to curse again, but stopped when he saw Han Yundao's expression. He glanced at Jin Shilun, wanting this disciple who knew a lot to join in the discussion, but he saw that the latter had already buried his head in his collar.

Forget it, it’s better to have a kind-hearted disciple than a cold-hearted one.

He cursed in his heart, then threw the donkey whip at Han Yundao and shouted, "Don't drive the cart, do you know the way?"

Han Yundao immediately put on a smiling face, picked up the whip happily, and hit the old donkey's thick hide with a crisp sound.

"Uncle, please try it. This is the white-bellied pork soup that Brother Wu just bought on credit from Wuweiju." Pei Que pushed open the door, and a faint light shone into the dim house.

"Jie'er." The tall man had woken up by now, and looked in good spirits. Although his wound had not healed, the edges of the wound were gradually scabbing.

"Uncle, eat this quickly and get better soon." Pei Que brought over a steaming white jade bowl.

The man did not refuse and started to eat with big mouthfuls. The so-called white-bellied pig was the cheapest, lower-grade meat-producing spiritual beast in Yunjiaozhou.

This bowl only contained some refined rice with a few pieces of white pig fat the size of a fingernail, which could not be considered a proper spiritual food. Otherwise, with Wu Meng's little reputation as a hanger-on in the market, how could he have bought it on credit? A mosquito leg is also meat, and even though the white pig soup was so cheap, the man did not dislike it at all, opened his mouth wide and swallowed a few mouthfuls, eating until there was no juice left.

"It's been ten days now, right?" the man said, lying on the couch.

"It's the eleventh day." Pei Que's expression darkened slightly.

"That means there are only four days left." the man murmured.

The market is not unsympathetic to cultivators who are short of money and cannot afford the spiritual stones for renting a house, and they can stay in the housing for another half a month.

The reason why they deliberately arranged some dilapidated houses that had never been repaired and were worse than the mortal residences in the market was not because there were no vacant houses in the market, but the purpose was to force the monks living here to raise spirit stones as soon as possible.

But if the spirit stones cannot be produced after half a month, the remaining bit of favor will be used up.

If you continue to stay here without permission, the manager of the market will come with a shiny black iron ruler to drive you out.

"The storage bag was also taken away by the thief. He must be waiting outside the market." The man said in a heavy tone. He had practiced for so many years and had experienced several life-and-death crises, but this was the first time he had fallen to such a state.

He had been invited to explore a monk's cave with a friend who was a casual cultivator, but they were unlucky and came up empty-handed. He never expected that on the way back, the friend would actually kill him.

We have been friends for more than ten years! Why has it come to this?

Even a friend he had known for more than ten years had stabbed him in the back. There were other acquaintances in the market, but he didn't dare to believe it anymore. He endured the injuries for a long time and almost died from the fire, which was not too serious.

Although he now has two Quhuo Pills that Wu Meng tricked into him, it takes time to recover from the injury, not to mention that he has lost all his fortune.

Originally, his friend's ability was only slightly inferior to his, and with the increase of one and the decrease of the other, if he was blocked by him after four days.
"Jie'er, after four days you should stay in the market with Wu boy," said the man.

Ordinary people will not be driven away from the market, they can hide in any bridge hole, but monks must rent a place to stay in the market.

"Uncle." Pei Que was interrupted by the man in the middle of his words. "If you were not here, my chances of escaping would be 30% higher."

Pei Que was about to say something else when he saw the door being smashed open by a heavy object and a little boy was thrown in.

The man's eyes focused, he raised his hand and blew out a breeze, lifting the man steadily to the ground.

"Brother Wu!" Pei Que exclaimed.

"Master Pei, brother Pei, our master is here to settle the score." A bitter smile appeared on Wu Meng's fair and tender face.

Hearing this, the man forced himself to sit up, called the two men to protect him, and said in a deep voice to the door: "Pei will raise the spirit stones for the fire-removing pills as soon as possible, and add more to thank you. I hope you can give me some time."

"You let a little kid cheat a little kid of his spirit stones. Aren't you ashamed, you clay-footed man?" Kang Dabao led his three disciples to stand outside the door and shouted harshly.

In all these years of business, Kang Dazhang has always been the one to deceive others. When has he ever been deceived by others? (Except for that broken bone)
I didn't expect that my disciple would be deceived by others just after he entered the Tao! How can I be so angry?

The man on the sickbed looked carefully and saw a fat man with three teenagers outside. The man had a fierce look on his face, and the three teenagers following behind him had apologetic looks on their faces.

Wait, this guy seems familiar.
"Little brother of the Wu family, are you hurt? My master has a bad temper, please bear with him." Han Yundao said with a fist salute.

"It's okay, it's okay." Wu Meng shook his head. If he said more at this time, he would be hit by a fireball.

"Brother Pei, has your uncle's injury gotten better?" Jin Shilun was unable to hold him back, so Duan Anle also asked.

"Thanks to the generosity of my three brothers, uncle's injuries have improved a lot." Pei Que felt a little embarrassed when he met Kang Dabao's gaze, but still responded softly.

"Hey!" Kang Dabao was so angry that he laughed. They were still chatting. Wouldn't the atmosphere that Daoye had deliberately created for breaking into the house be completely ruined? !
So everyone is a good guy, so I'm the villain, right?
"Forget it, it's just two spirit stones. I'm rich now, so I won't bother with them." Kang Dabao tried to comfort himself and turned to look at his disciples. "Now that we've met, you're relieved. Now get out of here."

He threw another object into the room and said, "The yang-relieving grass used in the Wudanju Quhuo Pills is not old enough. If you are brave enough, drink this pot of cold cicada wine three times a day. It is enough for you for ten days and will help you get better faster."

Not only were the other people present surprised, even Kang Dabao didn't know how he suddenly became a goody-goody. A pot of Lengchan wine would cost at least seven or eight spirit stones. Maybe it was because the man on the couch looked somewhat familiar?
"The medicinal power of your Lengchan wine is not strong enough. You should have put at least three grams less of grass jade." The man did not doubt it at all. He unscrewed the wine pot and smelled it with a relaxed expression.

"You mud-footed bastard"

Kang Dabao, who was close to the door, swallowed the curse back into his throat and stared at the man on the bed with a complicated expression.

"You are."

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