Shangyuque

Chapter 12 He is so arrogant, yet so evil and greedy. If he doesn’t succeed, who will?
Ten days have passed, and the day when the Red Lantern Merit Hall branch will be stationed in Qingxifang is getting closer.

More and more cultivators poured into Qingxifang, including independent cultivators, cultivators who had changed their names, cultivators from small immortal clans, and cultivators from vassal sects of large clans. There were many kinds and their numbers were too numerous to count.

A market town that usually has thousands of people in it was suddenly packed with cultivators from within a radius of hundreds or even thousands of miles.

[Take 750 li, then the actual area is 3.14*375=44 square kilometers, which is about one twentieth of China.

In the Wunan Immortal Cultivation World which is the size of the Eurasian continent (5400 million square kilometers), the Red Lantern Sect, as one of the ten sects, occupies one-tenth of the area, or million square kilometers.

Qingxifang, as a Qi training market under the Red Lantern, is the terminal center of the commodity circulation link. Considering that it is during a special event, this radiation range is reasonable.

At the horse parking lot in Qingxifang, managers wearing temporary worker sleeves were struggling to cope with the monks' needs for horse parking.

Wang Rongwen did not come here on horseback, but instead came on the clan leader's flying spiritual weapon.

He observed the flow of people and was slightly shocked.

Walking into Lao Gui's veterinary medicine shop, Wang Rongwen noticed that Lao Gui was talking to a middle-aged man wearing a white robe and with a white face and no beard.

Seeing Wang Rongwen come in, the middle-aged man in white robe stopped talking.

"please."

"It's my duty." The old ghost replied with a smile and watched the middle-aged man in white robe leave.

"Business is good lately?"

Wang Rongwen and Lao Gui were old acquaintances, so he was not shy and sat down directly in front of Lao Gui's tea table.

He first raised his hand to close the door of the shop to prevent anyone from coming in, and then the old ghost started to act pitifully with a sad face.

"Well, it's just to earn some hard work money."

As he spoke, Lao Gui poured himself a cup of tea.

I just dealt with that Tribulation Cultivator for a long time, and my mouth is dry and I need some spiritual tea to moisten my throat.

The old man of the Rongwen family smiled, looked at the teacup quietly, and waited for the old ghost to pour him tea.

But for some reason, after that bastard Laogui poured the tea for himself, he actually held the teapot in his hand.

He didn't pour the cup for Wang Rongyuan, nor did he show any intention of speaking. He just stared at Wang Rongwen.

"What is this?" Wang Rongwen was a little surprised.

"You Wang family members are all extraordinary. Fellow Daoist Rong Wen, just speak frankly if you have something to say."

You are not allowed to drink!

If I could just pour a cup of tea for you Wang family, all these years of my life would have been in vain!
Feeling a little absurd, Wang Rongwen frowned slightly.

Okay, okay, this is how you play, right?
Look down on me?

See how I deal with you!
He picked up an empty teacup from the tray on the tea table, handed it to the old ghost, and said in distress.

“It’s a bother. Our clan leader intends to organize a ghost market auction with the Gu family to make some money before the Red Lantern’s Hall of Merit arrives.

I came here this time because of the clan leader's instruction. He wants you to be in charge of distributing the invitations for this auction, but fellow Daoist doesn't seem to welcome me?"

The old ghost's expression changed at the speed of light. He took out a pot of eighth-grade monkey wine directly from the storage bag, and even took out a golden wine glass of lower-grade magic weapon level and poured it for Wang Rongwen.

"Welcome! Welcome! I just have a small misunderstanding with Brother Rong Yuan.

But towards Fellow Daoist Rong Wen and the King of Anbei, they were naturally extremely welcoming, friendly and trusting.

Fellow Daoist Rong Wen, this is the eighth-grade monkey wine, which I just collected yesterday. It’s just a small gift, please try it, please try it!”

Where's the madness you had when you slapped me in the face just now?

Do you still have any misunderstanding with Rongyuan?

What misunderstanding?
Do you have any problem with Wang?

Thinking of this, Wang Rongwen picked up the golden wine glass.

He didn't drink either, but just looked at the glass again and again and praised it.

"This wine glass is great, fellow Taoist, this wine glass is really great."

The old ghost's dryly smiling face seemed to have been frozen as if the still button had been pressed.

The Wang family has gone too far. You brothers, Wang Rongwen and Wang Rongyuan, have gone too far!
He gritted his teeth and thought: If a person is not ruthless, he cannot stand firm!
Only by being hard on yourself can you earn spirit stones!

"If you like it, I'll give it to you. Haha." The old ghost said with a big laugh.

It seems that he is a nice person.

"Well, the clan leader and the second elder of the Tea King Gu family will take the lead, and Senior Zhuochi of the Dripping Cave will also participate. It is estimated that Senior Jiang, the guardian monk, will also be invited. With the four of them present at this ghost market auction, it will definitely be foolproof."

Wang Rongyuan introduced Lao Gui with a smile, but when it came to the key point, he stopped talking.

"How many invitations do you need me to send out?" the old ghost asked eagerly.

Wang Rongwen seemed not to hear what the old ghost said and said in distress.

"Well, the clan leader likes to drink monkey wine, but unfortunately the eighth-grade monkey wine is not common.

Although you have it here, I feel embarrassed to ask you to part with it.”

Second trouble, second goal!

Wang Rongwen is still outputting!
Clan leader: Rongwen, I am your uncle. You want to borrow my name to get some free wine. Actually, I don’t mind too much, but could you please not speak of me in such a vulgar way?
Lao Gui didn't say anything this time, and even the expression on his face didn't change.

He silently took out a pot of eighth-grade monkey wine from his storage bag, placed it on the tea table, and gently pushed it in front of Wang Rongwen.

Then he looked at Wang Rongwen with a resentful look.

Fellow Daoist, is that almost done?

I just didn't pour you some tea, why do you want to blame Wang Rongyuan? I'm innocent!
“Hahahaha, Fellow Daoist, Rong Wen will accept your kindness. The auction will be held the night after tomorrow, at the same place.

As for the invitation letters, send out 300 of them this time. Remember, find more of them with high cultivation levels!
The items at the bottom of the box include four or five top-grade magic tools, more than a dozen bottles of top-grade elixirs commonly used in the Qi Refining Stage, and some eighth-grade top-grade spiritual materials. "

When Lao Gui heard the number three hundred, he almost fainted from joy.

He would have to sell this kind of invitation letter for at least two spirit stones.

With this wave alone, Wang Rongyuan's tea and Wang Rongwen's wine and wine glasses were all recovered, and they made a huge profit!

Of course, he has to bear the corresponding risks when doing this. If someone investigates for no apparent reason, he will be responsible for taking the blame.

"Brother Rongwen, rest assured, I understand everything. I understand everything. After the matter is done, there will be a generous reward!"

Lao Gui held Wang Rongwen's hand and was almost shedding tears of emotion.

"Well, I'll be leaving now. See you later."

Wang Rongwen put the glass of monkey wine that had just been poured on the table into the storage bag without leaving any trace and left.

When the old ghost saw him walking away, he cursed in a low voice, "All the people in the Wang family are pigs," and then happily went to make the invitation letter.

The number of monks in Qingxifang has increased dramatically recently. They all come here for the Red Lantern Hall of Merit and plan to spend some money there.

Consumption requires strength, and these people often bring spirit stones or other treasures with them.

Why did the Wang family leader and other Foundation Establishment stage bosses choose this time to hold the Ghost Market Auction?
The purpose is to seize the harvesting window of high-quality leeks and make a profit before the red light comes!
Lao Gui had a bold idea - this time the invitation letter should be sold for three spirit stones each! -
"Yulou, what do you think of Master's attainments in refining the Dao? I saw that he broke three low-grade magical instruments today."

In the evening, after a day of study, the two brothers were walking back to Fuyuanju, and Yu'an complained to his eldest brother.

“You don’t understand, Master has his own level.

A piece of cold iron can be cut into six pieces to make ritual implements. If two pieces are made, you can break even. Three pieces will bring a small profit. Four pieces will bring a big profit.

Today he made eleven pieces, and only three were broken, so he made a lot of money. "

Yulou really admires Hongmei, she is a genius in business.

In terms of reducing costs and increasing efficiency, Hongmei's level is at least ten stories high.

"Is anyone buying those inferior instruments? Our donkey bristle sachets have at least four levels of restrictions."

Yu'an really couldn't understand it.

What’s so awesome about Hongmei?
He cut a fist-sized piece of cold iron into pieces, and added some scraps of other spiritual materials to it. He was able to refine three or four layers of restrictions on a finger-sized low-grade magic weapon, and one of them was even refined with five layers.

Among the three broken pieces, two were broken during the attempt to refine the sixth layer!
He is awesome, evil-hearted, and extremely greedy.

If Hongmei can’t succeed, who can?

“Recently, there are more and more cultivators in Qingxifang. The low-grade magical instruments with three or four levels of restrictions are prepared for those who can’t afford good magical instruments.

The ones that Master refined, even if they are only three-layer restricted, are made of cold iron. If used well, they can break my black jade oil beads."

Yulou and Yu'an chatted all the way back to Fuyuanju.

Bai Lu, who was lying on the counter reading a storybook, noticed them coming and trotted over to remind them.

"The clan leader is here, Yu'an, and your parents are here too. They told you to go see them when you come back."

(End of this chapter)