Back to the early Tang Dynasty to be a fairy

Chapter 443 Kunlun house speculators, Mrs. Shangyuan
"Mrs. Taiyin and Lord Qingtong..."

Facing Mrs. Taiyin's question, Kong Qing couldn't help turning his head, thinking silently.

"At the beginning, it was just a one-sided relationship, and the ladies were all beautiful and radiant, so that the poor dared not look directly at them, so..."

Having said that, Kong Qing shook his head apologetically, then looked up at Mrs. Shangyuan.

"Madam, why do you ask such a question?"

"Hehehe..."

After hearing Kong Qing's words, Mrs. Shangyuan seemed very happy, and her smile became brighter.

"It's nothing, it's nothing... It's just that the slave family suddenly remembered the scene when they met the real person, and felt something in their hearts."

With that said, Mrs. Shangyuan picked up the wine glass in front of her and raised it high towards Kong Qing.

"Come on, my servant persuades the real person to have a glass of wine."

"Thank you!"

Kong Qing also raised the wine glass in his hand, and paid respects to Mrs. Shangyuan who was smiling like a flower.

"Drink wins!"

ton ton ton...

After swallowing all the wine in his mouth, Kong Qing silently smacked his lips.

I have to say that this so-called aged wine is indeed good, but it should also have something to do with the storage of the Kunlun Immortal Method, otherwise the wine from Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty must be undrinkable now.

"correct……"

After putting down the wine glass, Madam Shangyuan seemed to ask another question inadvertently.

"Lang Jun, may I ask if there are any vacant rooms similar to the slave's house in Qingdu Temple that we can rent out?"

"This one……"

Kong Qing thought for a while, then shook his head.

"If it was still there before, but recently there are a lot of Taoist priests who come to despise and place orders. Now even the side hall and firewood house are used. There is really no house for rent."

As soon as the words fell, Kong Qing saw that the smile on Mrs. Shang Yuan's face became more vivid.

"What about outside the Taoist temple, are there any courtyards near the Taoist temple like sister Zongqiong's?"

"This is gone!"

Kong Qing replied truthfully.

"Pindao said just now that there are too many Taoist priests who came to Pindao to place orders this time, so the real estate around Qingdu Guan is already full, but if you want to change to a bigger yard, my lady , Pindao can introduce the owners of those nearby properties to the lady, as long as the lady offers a fair price, there will be no problem."

"Ah! Then there's no need..."

Mrs. Shangyuan waved her hand in satisfaction, and said with a smile.

"The slave family has already bought all the properties in the vicinity that are not part of Qingdu Temple."

After hearing Mrs. Shangyuan's words, Kong Qing blinked in confusion.

Mrs. Shangyuan really deserves to be the arrogant second generation of immortals. She actually bought all the properties around Qingdu Temple without blinking an eye. What a great deal...

But what is she going to do with buying a house?

Could it be that they intend to push up housing prices and then sell them at a high price, becoming a Wenzhou...Kunlun real estate speculator?

The next moment, Kong Qing laughed and shook his head!
How is this possible? Who is Mrs. Shangyuan, the daughter of the Queen Mother of the West, an old-fashioned fairy who has obtained the Tao in ancient times, and the real book of the president.

People like this go to speculate in real estate to make money from ordinary people...

How is that possible!

please!She is a female fairy, not a real estate capitalist of later generations. She can't do this kind of desperation to ordinary people.

Sure enough, the next moment Kong Qing heard Mrs. Shangyuan's still casual tone.

"I don't have any other intentions to buy these houses. I just saw that you seem to be short of housing here, so many Taoist priests can only come to study every day. It is very hard, so I want to do a little bit for you. It's just power."

After hearing Mrs. Shangyuan's words, Kong Qing's first reaction was a little confused.Even day students showed up. Has Pindao become a university?The second reaction is a little touched!I have to say, this second generation of immortals is really considerate...

Seeing something inappropriate for me, I immediately took the initiative to repost... Help, no wonder those scholars dream of a goddess falling from the sky to be their wife.

Thinking of this, Kong Qing couldn't help but gratefully raised the wine glass in his hand.

"Thank you Madam, Qingwei is very grateful!"

"where……"

Mrs. Shangyuan also raised her wine glass, with a calm expression on her face, hiding her merit and fame.

"It's just a matter of convenience, not worthy of my husband's thanks!"

……

"God Yi's fate, He Xiu is too short to be judged..."

In the back garden of Prince Qi’s Mansion, a certain scribe in Taoist robes was sitting on a rockery beside the garden pond, with a sad expression on his face, while he was chanting , while raising the jug in his hand to drink.

"Either Huafa ends in old age, or is pregnant and encounters calamity. I feel that the past sorrow has not been quelled, and the new calamity will come again! Fang Chaohua is late, and it is better than the morning dew. I feel that the dead do not pursue, and the love is lost suddenly. The sky is high and has no ranks, whoever complains if you hate it!"

By the time he said this, the scribe had already burst into tears, tears streaming down his face.

"Who will sue with this hatred... Who will sue!"

Behind him, the servants and maids who came and went in the Prince Qi Mansion seemed to have been accustomed to the actions of this scribe, and none of them stepped forward to comfort the weeping scribe, and even passed by, everyone Carefully walked around from the side, as if the scribe was carrying some kind of plague.

However, this scribe seems to have gotten used to this kind of treatment. After crying for a long time, he calmed down again, regardless of whether the pond in front of him was dirty or not, he directly reached forward, scooped up a handful, and smeared it on his face. I wiped it a few times.

After washing the snot and tears off his face, he raised his head again, raised the flagon in his hand, and poured it into his mouth.

"Looking forward to worrying about things, far away from my worldly love..."

As his hand trembled a few times around his lips, two or three drops of wine dripped from the jug.The scribe shook the jug in his hand, but there was no sound at all, it was already empty.

"Hehe... I am so sad when I come to the cup, thinking about my old people. I can't say anything about wine, and I feel sad and bitter."

There was a wry smile on the face of the scribe, and then he threw the empty jug in his hand into the pond in front of him.

"Go to rest, go to rest!"

As soon as he said that, the scribe raised his head and fell backwards. He stretched his hands backwards, but when he stretched his hands halfway, he suddenly felt a round and smooth thing in front of his hands.

The scribe turned his head to look, and saw that he was also holding a jug in his hand, dressed very similarly to himself, and was wearing a Taoist robe, but compared with himself, the other party's Taoist robe was more luxurious, and it was bordered with gold thread.

He recognized it at a glance, the other party was Master Song... No, Song Xuanbai's best friend of that shameless villain, the Yufeng Mountain God from Jianghuai.

"Pei Sheng..."

The Yufeng Mountain God didn't dislike the filth of the rockery around the scribes. He lifted his robe indifferently, sat down on the rockery, and stuffed the sleek jug that Pei Zhan touched just now into his pocket. hands.

"Cao Zijian's "Lament for a Walking Girl" in Pei Sheng's mouth is comparable to that of a mourning ape in Baxia, which makes people feel sad. Did Pei Sheng also have a daughter who died?"

"Ha ha……"

Pei Zhan gave a dry laugh, lifted the jug handed over by Yufeng Mountain God indifferently, opened his mouth and poured it in.

Tons of tons!
After swallowing several gulps, Pei Zhan stopped, and wiped the wine that splashed on his chin with his hand because he poured it too quickly.

"A certain one doesn't have a daughter, and it's probably impossible to have one in this life!"

"Oh!"

Yufeng Mountain God nodded, and while the dizzy Pei Zhan was not paying attention, he reached out and poked his back a few times, and the divine power penetrated silently.

The next moment, six light spots appeared directly on Pei Zhan's face, showing the shape of a Southern Dipper.

Seeing the abnormality on Pei Zhan's face, Yufeng Mountain God's eyes shrank slightly, and then calmly withdrew his hand that was touching Pei Zhan's back.

"Since Pei Sheng doesn't have a daughter, why is he so empathetic to "A Lament for a Walking Girl"? Even this god can't help but be moved by Pei Sheng's recitation."

"Empathy! Hehe..."

After hearing the words of Yufeng Mountain God, Pei Zhan repeated the words of the other party in a daze, and then he laughed.

"Yeah, life and death are a big deal, and everything changes in an instant, so I really empathize..."

"Hahaha……"

After hearing Pei Zhan's words, the Mountain God of Yufeng twirled his beard with his hand and laughed.

"Pei Sheng, you really feel the same way. After all, you need to live every moment as if it were your last, because you may be alive and well at one moment, but your head will fall to the ground the next moment. This kind of life and death hangs by a thread. It feels like it’s been too long, and it can really drive people crazy.”

"Cough cough cough..."

As soon as Yufeng Mountain God finished speaking, he saw that Pei Zhan, who was drinking, suddenly paused, and the next moment, he heard the other party coughing like heart-piercing.

"how?"

Yufeng Mountain God stretched out his hand, and patted Pei Zhan's back lightly. A soft divine power entered Pei Zhan's body along his hand, and began to soothe his violent cough.

"Pei Sheng, is this what the god said?"

"Yes!"

Pei Zhan paused from coughing, then reached out and grabbed the sleeve of Yufeng Mountain God.

"Respect God, may I ask you if you have seen something?"

"Not bad!"

Yufeng Mountain God nodded calmly.

"After all, Brother Xuanbai's technique of borrowing objects to replace forms is also known by himself, so it's not surprising to find Brother Pei's strange behavior from some clues."

"My God, you will also..."

After hearing the words of Yufeng Mountain God, Pei Zhan's eyes lit up instantly. He sat up suddenly, threw the flagon in his hand to the side, then plunged his hands into the pond, and fetched water to wash it off. His face, then wet his hair and straighten it out.

After finishing his appearance, Pei Zhan lifted his Taoist robe, and knelt down in front of Yufeng Mountain God with a plop.

"Since the gods have already seen it, please ask the gods to save Pei's life. Pei will be a saddle and a horse, and tie a grass ring to repay him!"

"this one?"

A hesitant expression appeared on Yufeng Mountain God's face.

"This spell must be of one mind and mixed with breath. If you had resisted before, you would not be able to cast it successfully. That is to say, you should have been willing to become Brother Xuanbai's substitute at the beginning. If the god intervened , is not suitable..."

Before Yufeng Mountain God finished speaking, Pei Zhan kowtowed to the ground with a bang.

"My god, when I practiced this thing with Brother Lu and Xue, I was deceived by Song Xuanbai. I really didn't think about becoming someone's substitute, please let me know Mercy, save someone!"

"So that's how it is..."

Yufeng Mountain God touched his beard with his hand, and said in a deep voice.

"Then I can't blame you, but once this spell is cast successfully, it will be very difficult to break it."

Bang bang bang!
Pei Zhan kowtowed vigorously on the rockery like pounding garlic, and after a while, his forehead was covered with blood red.

"Please be merciful to God! Please be merciful to God..."

"That's all! For the sake of your perseverance, I will help you once."

After Pei Zhan kowtowed for a while, the God of Yufeng Mountain just waved his sleeves, as if he had made up his mind.

"Thinking about Brother Xuanbai's ability, it shouldn't hurt to lose a substitute!"

(End of this chapter)