Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 113
"Want to be profound? The two senior brothers think highly of me."

Chen Mou and Xu'er were walking back home, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His talents are different, and most of them are based on the Jade Bi that reaches the sky. Of course, his "talent" in the way of swordsmanship is a real one, which he comprehends by himself, and he does not pretend to be the slightest bit.

Leading Xu'er for a walk on the street, he leisurely turned into the Donglai Inn opposite.

He also heard from Senior Brother Cui that this inn was owned by Xuanduguan, and people like Ning Weizhi and Yin Yiyun who came to Fangshi would stay at Donglai Inn without spending a single spirit stone.

Passed to the shopkeeper behind the counter a stamped note, which was written by Senior Brother Cui.

The middle-aged shopkeeper looked at it carefully, put away the note, and with a smile on his face, invited the two distinguished guests into the side room.

While chatting, the pot of spiritual tea was not finished yet. Chen Mou got three low-level magic weapon embryos. The middle-aged shopkeeper sent his staff to a nearby shop to buy them back. After delivering 150 spiritual stones, Chen Mou got up and said goodbye.

In the entire Changzhou market, the status of casual cultivators is low, and it is difficult to buy certain items even for casual cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

If Chen Mou didn't go back to Xuandu to pay homage to the patriarch for a day, his identity would not be confirmed. All the ordinary ores and materials he needed in the future could be bought by Donglai Inn from other shops.

Xu'er scrambled to wrap the magic weapon embryo on her back, and finally got the magic weapon saber she had been thinking about.

Three days later, when it was almost dusk, Xu'er got a custom-made French sword with a top handle and a sharp edge. Swinging the sword light was enjoyable, until Ying'er urged him three times, then he jumped down to have dinner with a smile on his face.

Chen Mou likes the relaxed atmosphere where the family sits around a table to eat and chat.

For the time being, he doesn't want to deprive the few people of their desire to talk and become a bigu god who eats wind and drinks dew.

When he finished drinking a pot of tea and came to Luofenpo, the sun was shining, and the purple mist was dense on the fruit trees, like a steaming thin cloud, and many green monkeys shuttled among the jujube trees, picking ripe jujubes.

The land of more than ten miles is planted with various spirit fruit trees according to the needs of brewing monkey wine. The time between fruit ripening varies by about three months, and the spirit fruits are fermented in batches to make wine.

I once heard Yuan Hou say that newly brewed monkey wine needs to be stored in caves for up to a year.

So last year he obtained more than 200 jugs of ten catties of wine, but they were still in the big wine tanks and had not been released from the cellar.

Every time Lao Yuan jokingly asked him to treat guests, what he actually drank was the stock of the Green Monkey tribe.

Saying hello to Yuan Houyang, who was drinking on the top of a mountain stele, Chen Mou volleyed slowly to the south, passed the huge gate-like monument four miles away, and below him was a rugged cliff with a drop of three hundred feet. .

With the mountain wall as the boundary, the aura is divided into two worlds.

The lake on the slope of Luofen pours down, forming a Changbailian Waterfall with a width of three miles.

The momentum was magnificent, and the roaring sound spread down for tens of miles, and the fog filled hundreds of feet.

Chen Mou leaped down along the corridor formed by the monkeys' climbing for many years, and landed on the horizontal cliff platform hundreds of feet away from the foot of the mountain. Lao Yuan took him on a tour once, and introduced several elders and guardians of the green monkey tribe.

An old green monkey wearing a crown with a hollowed-out mountain pattern, wearing a blue-and-black knee-length gown, and bare furry monkey feet, walked out of a nearby cliff cave and saluted with a smile at the guests who had fallen from the sky: "Chen Daochang is here, waiting for you for a long time." ,please!"

The old monkey spoke the lingua franca of the human race, which was a little blunt and rigid.

"Monkey is polite, please wait a long time."

Chen Mou didn't dare to be negligent, and bowed his hands in return. He heard that the old monkey in front of him was the only fourth-level monster of the Qinghou tribe, and he saluted with the other two third-level guardians and elders of the burning-eyed Qinghou tribe.

He and Yuan Hou have learned the Yaozu language for a year, and it will come in handy.

Walking into the cliff cave with a unique cave inside, Mr. Shishan invites the guests to sit down, and a red-faced and green-haired monkey girl serves fragrant tea.

Shi Shangong exchanged simple greetings with the guests, finished a cup of tea, and said without much detour, "The ancestor has orders, but Daoist Chen, you have needs, and our Qinghou Department will do our best to meet them."

In the depths of the cliff cave, there stands a three-foot-high golden statue of a monkey, who enjoys incense and worship day and night.

Chen Mou secretly thought that Lao Yuan was powerful and well versed in the way of business, so he no longer pretended to be polite, and took out the elixirs, long swords, jade belts and a five-foot storage bag he had collected, together with a piece of paper written in the language of the monster race. Put the written note on the table, and said with a smile: "Monkey is polite, please send your subordinates to help me exchange some minerals and materials on the list, and the reward will be calculated at that time."

These days, he deliberately read a lot of classics about the monster race.

I know that the various tribes of the Yaozu also use spirit stones as currency in circulation, but most of them still exchange goods for goods, and each takes what he needs.

Shishan Gong said a few words politely, saying that he followed the order of the ancestors and could not accept rewards. He picked up the list and looked at the items on the table, and said with a smile: "The artifacts refined by the human race are famous for their exquisiteness and elegance. Heroes from the Demon Department, with low cultivation, like to collect human utensils, and pills and the like... because of their different physiques, unless they are custom-made pills, they are not very useful."

Chen Mou pointed to the storage bag and asked, "How is the market for this item in Yaozu?"

He also thinks that rare things are more expensive, and he can make a lot of money.

Shishangong smiled and reminded tactfully: "The monster's items are beautiful. This storage bag made by the human race has limited space. It can't hold a few items. Even a slightly larger weapon is inconvenient to store. At least a few feet of space is required. The storage bag can only be sold at a good price."

Chen Mou fully understood that his thinking had gone into a misunderstanding, so he put away the pile of pill bottles, long swords, jade belts, and storage bags on the table, lest the pearl be cast in the dark and the price cannot be sold, and when he can go far in the future All right, let's do it again.

He pretended to fumble from the stored treasures and took out five items.

The largest is half a person's height, a chi kiss ornament that can be rotated at multiple angles, and the smallest is a set of three thin-bodied Lingyu antique open-carved bowls, which are beautiful and magnificent.

Shishangong carefully picked up the bowl-sized spiritual jade turning ball. He studied the items from foreign lands, and soon discovered that there was another mystery hidden in it.

Such a complicated carved object with 28 layers, rotated from the outside to the inside to a certain position, can make a beautiful song, and only human monks can achieve the ultimate in ingenuity.

Another protector named Shi Yu added some tea to the jade bowl. As he tapped the table with his fingers, the water wave vibrated, and a potential dragon appeared in the bowl. mineral material.

The burly Elder Shen Gu was indifferent to these tricks, ingenuity, flashy gadgets, and drank tea silently.

After talking in Yadong for less than half an hour, Chen Mou left and returned to Luofenpo.

It will take some time for the Blue Monkey Department to help him sell a few artifacts, and will send the spirit jade that Shishangong is optimistic about to the nearest auction shop in the Five Demon City to try his luck.

Chen Mou collected a storage bag of various low-grade mineral materials in advance, and it was Mr. Shishan who took out the inventory of the Green Monkey tribe as a sincere deposit for the first business.

Both parties tacitly did not mention the exchange of monkey wine for minerals.

Yuan Hou sat in the old place of the Liujiao Pavilion by the lake, enjoying the lake breeze, and a plate of purple and black fresh Lingzao was placed on the stone table to accompany the wine.

Looking sideways at the young Taoist priest who was slowly flying over from the lake, he put on an exhausted attitude of blocking the road and robbing.

"Good boy, you use some rags you picked up to coax Mr. Shishan, who has never seen the world, into a treasure. Don't bribe me, old man, and see if I don't provoke you to spoil your good deeds."

"Old Yuan, your face is detrimental to the prestige of the ancestors of the Qinghou tribe, and it is not good to spread it."

"The prestige of fart, is there monkey wine delicious?"

"Don't worry about my hundreds of jars of spiritual wine that haven't been released from the cellar all day long."

Chen Moufei went into the pavilion and sat down, and said with a smile: "When I am able to refine treasures, I will help you create a unique magic weapon. Of course, you have to provide the materials yourself, so that you like it so much that you can play with it every day without drinking any wine. "

Yuan Hou was very surprised, this kid talked drunk before he even started drinking.

He himself doesn't know what kind of magic weapon he likes?

In the underground treasure house, he has accumulated more than a thousand years, and the most important thing he lacks is treasures.

But he has been with Chen Mou for so long, the little Taoist usually jokes about meat and vegetables, but he doesn't use big words to deceive people, he asked curiously:
"Tell me first, what kind of magic weapon is it?"

"Drink, drink, gossip less."

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(End of this chapter)