Chapter 720 God of Wealth
The town located on the outskirts of barren mountains and swamps is called 'Muqiu City'. Before entering the city, you can see that this city is remote and barren, and the city walls made of marl and stone barriers reveal A bit backward and barren.
Even the guards at the top of the city are all elderly men. The armor on their bodies is old, and the iron guns they hold in their hands have chipped holes.
The setting sun was reflected behind the city, and the whole town seemed a bit dejected.
After entering the city, Bailian realized that he had deliberately landed outside the city many times.
At this moment, there are many monks from all over the city gathered in the city. They are decorated in different ways. There are many shops in the two long streets, and the inn is almost overcrowded.
While walking on the street, Bailian could see sword rainbows falling from the sky from time to time. Although there were many monks in the city, there were still many flying monks with swords descending on the city.
Although the eyes of the people in the city were filled with surprise, they seemed to have been accustomed to this scene for a long time. It seems that the monks came to the city with their swords more than once every two days.
The vendors in the city kept shouting and shouting, and many oxcarts and carriages were pushed in the bustling market.
It’s just that the things being sold behind a wooden fence in the car were not chickens, ducks, or livestock, but monsters that were shackled with talismans.
Most of the monks who came into the city were sword cultivators. They surrounded the oxcarts and carriages with great interest, commenting on the monsters in the prison cars as if they were selecting merchandise.
The owner of the carriage, the merchant, was also a monk. He held an iron rod inlaid with fire stones in his hand. He kept waving the rod and ordered the demons in the prison carriage to raise their heads to the onlookers. Enjoy watching.
If he encounters someone who is disobedient, the iron rod in his hand will be thrust through the wooden fence hard.
The fire spirit stone inlaid at the head was filled with spiritual power, burning red and hot, and burned directly on the body.
Amidst the shrill screams, the smell of burning skin and flesh suddenly dissipated, causing the other demon clans to shrink and scream.
"You cheap monsters! Now that you have a huge opportunity for good fortune right in front of you, why don't you be honest with me! If you are destined to fall in love with these noble people and become immortals in the future, you will have to thank me!"
The bat demon who was stabbed by the red-hot iron rod and fell to the ground twitching repeatedly was obviously a tough guy.
Half of his face was burnt, and a pair of long, pointed and ferocious fangs were bared fiercely, glaring fiercely at the vendor man.
“How dare you glare at me, you bitch!” The merchant smiled ferociously, and stabbed her face mercilessly with the red-hot iron rod in his hand.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The sound of flesh sizzling and burning made other monsters fearful, and they lowered their heads with pale faces.
One of the bat demon's left eyes was stabbed to death, black and red, and it was horrifying.
"Hey, we are still choosing. Please be gentler with your little hands. If you are injured like this, do you want our young master to take a blind man back?"
A monk in the crowd suddenly shouted. He heard a voice of dissatisfaction, not because he felt pity for the monster's miserable appearance, but because he felt angry because the goods he was interested in were damaged.
The merchant hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "This young man is worrying too much. This bat demon has pure blood and a violent temperament. It is hard to find. If you don't use heavy hands, it will be difficult to get rid of the wild nature.
What's more, the demon is It has nothing to do with the quality of the skin used by monks to possess spirits. As long as the demon can live to sacrifice the sword, it is not a waste."
The vendor spoke eloquently, as if the demon was born with the destiny of giving human blood as a weapon.
People around him also echoed.
"Yes, it's just a demon with a strong temper. There's nothing to feel sorry for. As long as you don't kill it, the dying one will be more obedient, and it's better to take it back to be sacrificed."
"That's right, if the demon trainer doesn't have any means, he will fight with him all day long. I'm afraid those monsters would have been eaten to the bone long ago."
Some people even cheered and said: "Good lesson, come here, show me the two little monsters you have chosen. Give me two sticks and beat them down so that I can take them away.”
The vendor obviously wanted to show off his skills. After laughing a few times, he beat him brutally with an iron rod.
There were naturally weak monsters in the carriage who could not bear the violence. The iron rods with strong spiritual power were pierced hard. Some monsters' spines were directly pierced. They screamed and collapsed on the ground. Fall down and never get up again.
A demon that cannot withstand torture means that its vitality is low, and it is a defective product of the spirit attached to the sacrificial vessel.
Naturally, no one looked forward to being quickly cleared out of the empty seats and thrown out of the carriage.
The demon who threw off the carriage in anger could hardly find a good piece of meat from his body. It was dirty and smelly, smelling of death and decay.
Although this kind of little demon is basically looked down upon by those monks with status.
But there were still many low-level casual cultivators in the city. They dragged the corpse of the dead demon into the alley with great interest and began to skin and remove the bones, carving up the demon's bones as if they were distributing prey.
Although these low-level demon bones are looked down upon by demon trainers, they are a huge windfall for people like them who have no background and have just embarked on the path of cultivation.
Mortal towns were filled with monks because of demons, almost filling the entire street, and the bustling crowd became more and more lively.
The spectators and those eating melon seeds were all amazed and praised these monks for their great deeds in eliminating harm to the people.
The little bamboo demon saw the scenes in the city clearly, and the action of gnashing his teeth was particularly shocking when reflected on his young face.
She clenched her fists, ignoring the cracked wound on her arm and the blood-stained clothes, and said bitterly: "Do you think, in a world like this, anyone would be willing to heal a demon? ?”
She was still young, and the demon marks on her forehead had not yet been removed. She was walking on the street without any cover, so she was naturally discovered by someone who was interested.
"Huh? There's a little demon missing here? Look at the bones. It's a good one." A tall, thin, middle-aged monk with a mustache looked at the little bamboo demon in surprise.
“What’s missing? Didn’t Brother Hu see that this little demon has an owner?”
A companion beside him noticed the presence of Bai Lian, stepped forward and saluted him, and said: "I am Wu Xiangquan, a native of Zeguo and Dingxiang. How dare I call my friend?"
The one with the mustache The middle-aged monk also gave a brief Self-introduction: "My surname is Hu, and my single name is Qiong. I come from the Hu family in Kyoto, Zeguo."
Bailian nodded and greeted: "Kongcang Mountain, Si Chen."
Hear The words "Kong Cangshan" caused both of them to frown.
The mountain range near the endless sea was rumored to have had gods living there in the early years, but there were very few immortal families in the Central Plains who established their gates in this mountain.
Although the mountain is high and far away, most of the people who live there are mortals.
Based on this, this young man should not be a member of the Zhongding family.
Hu Qiong chuckled, handed a light yellow Qiankun bag to Bai Lian, and said with a polite smile: "To be honest, this little demon bone next to me is delicate and delicate, and it is really a weapon refiner. Excellent bone, if you can bear the pain and give it up, I am willing to exchange it for a thousand middle-grade spiritual stones."
A thousand middle-grade spiritual stones is quite a generous number.
The merchant and demon trainer who was shouting at the side was extremely jealous. These thousand spiritual stones could be exchanged for half a car of his demon slaves.
This kid is lucky enough to be able to hunt such an excellent monster.
The little bamboo demon knew very well how expensive and important spiritual stones were. Seeing how generous the man was, his heart tightened and he suddenly had a horrifying thought.
This young man did not hesitate to offend the powerful to save her from them. Could it be that he planned to bring her into the city to sell her? !
Fear suddenly arose in her body, and she felt regretful for her carelessness.
Bailian glanced at the Qiankun bag in his hand and shook his head indifferently.
Seeing that he refused so simply, he didn't seem to be swayed at all by the thousands of spirit stones.
Hu Qiong only thought that he saw his interest in winning and deliberately raised the price.
He couldn't help but show a trace of displeasure on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Little friend, I believe that no one in this city can offer a higher price than me. I would like to advise you, Just accept it as soon as you see fit."
Bailian laughed and said, "Why, it's from Zeguo. Everyone likes to buy and sell by force?"
Hu Qiong's face sank, and he was about to speak, but was cut off by Bailian: "I don't need spiritual stones. If you have healing bones, I can make a deal with you for the elixir of injury.”
Hearing this, the little bamboo demon's body, which was originally pale and frightened, trembled slightly, the gloomy color in his eyes disappeared, and he raised his eyes clearly, looking at Bai Lian intently.
When I heard that what Balian valued was not the spiritual stone.
This made Hu Qiong breathe a sigh of relief, and his face turned from gloomy to clear: "Easy to talk about, I am a descendant of the Hu family in Kyoto, and there is no shortage of healing elixirs." He took out another red-yellow pill the size of a fist. , smiled and said: " This is Yuanhuang Dan, which is specially used to treat fractured bones. Crush it and mix it with water to form a thick plaster. Apply it to the wound and it will heal in one day."
Recovery is indeed a good medicine.
Bai Lian is also a decisive person: "That's it."
"You are so generous, little friend!" Hu Qiong praised: "Although Yuanhuang Pill is precious, it is far inferior to these thousand pieces. A medium-grade spiritual stone, for the sake of my friend being so happy. , I offer these spirit stones and elixirs with both hands.”
“I think you have misunderstood.” Bailian smiled and raised his hand to take the Yuanhuang elixir. , and then put a cold thing into his hand.
Hu Qiong was startled. The texture of the thing in his hand was actually a spiritual stone?
Soon he became furious: "Are you kidding me?"
His companion Wu Xiangquan also frowned and was very unhappy: "You have done this little friend. Brother Hu is clearly interested in the little demon next to you. How can you just use a spiritual stone to do this?" "
"When did I say I was going to sell her?" said Balian.
“But you clearly promised well just now!”
Bailian said: “What I just said was to make a deal with you, which is exactly the same as your intention. Since you can Lingshi is a forceful buyer and seller, so why don't you allow others to use Lingshi to buy what you have? "
"Smooth-tongued mountain boy! How can the two be confused! I sincerely offered a thousand spirit stones in exchange, but you actually wanted to exchange a mere spirit stone for Yuanhuang Dan. , It’s just wishful thinking! You’re so humiliating to me! Don’t let this happen easily!”
As he spoke, to express his dissatisfaction with the humiliation he had suffered, Hu Qiong, whose eyes were red with anger, slammed the spirit stone that Bai Lian had given him with his backhand and smashed it to the ground.
Before the crowd could say anything to accuse Bailian, Hu Qiong just heard a strange scream.
The person who looked angry and dismissive just now was like a dog pawing for food. He squatted on the ground without any image, groping around nervously for fear of the soul he had just thrown out. The stone was robbed and taken away.
The moment he took off the spirit stone and smashed it out, he saw that the luster and texture on the spirit stone showed that it was a low-grade spirit stone or a middle-grade spirit stone. It was clearly an extremely rare and top-grade spirit stone!
Hu Qiong felt so regretful that his intestines were beginning to knot in his stomach. In a panic, he finally found the spirit stone in the snow.
When he exhaled and carefully wiped the snow mud off the spirit stone, the crowd of onlookers screamed like waves and made an uproar.
Wu Xiangquan also widened his eyes, how could Hu Qiong be so lucky? !
He felt great regret.
If he had just mentioned that he had the elixir for treating bone injuries, wouldn't it mean that he was the one who got this precious and top-grade spiritual stone now.
That is a top-quality spiritual stone. A spiritual mountain rich in fairy energy can only produce one top-quality spiritual stone in a hundred years!
Where did this kid come from, a prodigal son, and he was simply exchanged for a Yuanhuang Pill?
Hu Qiong nervously put the spirit stone into his pocket under the wolf-like gazes, and then raised his head and smiled at Bailian. How could Duan Zeguo Hu have the nerve to do so? His frame.
"Young Master...You are really awesome. I really don’t know what Mr. Hu can say about you."
A person who can casually take out a top-quality spiritual stone is a very good person. Wealth means wealth.
Not to mention that this young man was young, and when he was given the spirit stone, there was no trace of pain on his face. Only a child of a first-class family in the Immortal Sect could be so magnanimous.
The title also changed from Xiaoyou to Young Master.
Although the monks on the side looked disdainful, they were also extremely envious of Hu Qiong's good luck.
Bailian put away the elixir slowly. Compared with Hu Qiong's shameless and fawning appearance, he looked neither delicate nor noble, nor arrogant nor comfortable, which formed a sharp contrast with him.
He showed no emotion and anger, and replied lightly: "Your Excellency just said that I have humiliated you, and you can't let it go. I wonder what kind of 'never let it go' method?"
Hu Qiong looked embarrassed and could only continue to smile: "Young master is really joking. I just made a mistake. I hope you will not forgive me."
Balian smiled softly: "Why, you don't want the Yao'er beside me anymore?"
"Don't you dare, I don't dare, this demon and the young master are so at odds with each other, I don't dare to take away the young master's favor. The demon slave from the demon trainer is pretty good, pretty good..."
Hu Qiong is not stupid. The value of a top-quality spirit stone is far more than that of the little demon. If he refuses to accept it after seeing it, it will be hilarious. The loss outweighs the gain by marrying this generous young master.
"Really?" Balian's eyes turned and fell on the merchant demon trainer, and smiled at him.
The demon trainer who was born as a merchant is not comparable to the power of those aristocratic families. Looking at this smile, he thought that he had offended the young master, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.
He quickly apologized in a low voice and said with a smile: "What does this young master have to say?"
Bailian stepped forward a few steps and placed something cold and hard on the demon trainer, who was stunned in disbelief. Put it into his hand under his eyes.
His business is to buy and sell by force, but Duandi is the one who takes advantage of him.
"I want to make a deal with you, how about it? You have to imitate that person and smash it before you can talk to me properly?"
Bailian was sarcastic in a serious manner. , causing Hu Qiong to smile bitterly and not dare to refute.
The demon trainer stared blankly at the top-quality spiritual stone in his hand, his face blank for a while, and his heart turned upside down!
He just wanted to catch monsters for nothing, and take advantage of the opportunity of Tianxi Sword Sect to recruit disciples and make a small fortune from it.
I didn’t make a small fortune, but unexpectedly I made a windfall!
I’ll be a good boy! He had lived happily for most of his life, and this was the first time he touched a top-quality spiritual stone.
Emotions This is not a young master, but a real God of Wealth!
The demon trainer who waved the iron rod ferociously in front of the demons and ignored his life was almost moved to the point of kneeling by Balian in front of this important dead spiritual stone.
With tears in his eyes, he threw the iron rod in his hand on the ground and gave Balian a solid salute: "What do you want, Master?! Just ask, as long as the villain has it, you can get anything." Yes! ”
< br>Bailian also simply said: "I want these monsters in these cars."
Some miscellaneous monsters are simply incomparable to this top-grade spiritual stone. Only a fool would do it at this time Bargain with Balian.
The demon trainer did not hesitate to hand over the main talisman to control these monsters to Balian, and also carefully explained how to use it. He even wanted to teach Balian all the skills of demon training, lest he These ignorant bitches hurt him.
It's true that money can make a difference.
As soon as he entered the city, Bailian got a few carts of monsters, which was quite a harvest.
But before he could find a place to live, Pei Yunzhao, who he met outside the city, rushed into the city with a large group of people and met Bailian who was sitting on the carriage. He raised his whip and said sternly: "Uncle Yang! This is the man who took away my demon slave." , let the tiger hurt people, you have to say this for my nephew!"
The man he called Uncle Yang was a tall man wearing cloth clothes, his hair was gray, and he looked a little bit. At his age, Takumi, a peak cultivator, can be considered a strong man who dominates one side.
He glanced at Balian with a pair of ferocious eyes, snorted coldly, and was about to speak, when a furious voice sounded not far away: "How presumptuous! Where did this rustic bandit come from, talking nonsense here!"
"You are so impudent! I am Pei Yunzhao, the capital of the Zeguo Prefectural Court. This son has violated the law by taking my demon slave. If you want to come out to cover it up, you can also accuse me!" Dare you call me here? "Hey, I am Hu Qiong of the Hu family in Zeguo, and I am in charge of a legal clan in Kyoto. You dare to judge the crimes of my Hu family!"
Pei Yunchao's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words "Hu family in Zeguo"! A cry, something bad?
How come the clan members in Kyoto are involved?
He quickly dismounted and looked at Hu Qiong with a frown, his attitude was quite polite: "Even the Hu people in Kyoto have to pay attention to one thing. This son took my demon slave by force. Could it be that Mr. Hu wants to Want to be partial?”
As soon as the words came out, waves of mocking laughter came from all around.
Pei Yunzhao was confused and wondered why they were laughing.
Hu Qiong also laughed, involuntarily tipping the spiritual stone in his sleeve, raising his eyes and looking mockingly at the ignorant young man in front of him: "You said he robbed you. Demon slave?”
Pei Yunzhao didn’t like his teasing like this. Because of Hu's name, he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Yes!"
Hu Qiong laughed loudly, with a deceiving look in his eyes: "It's ridiculous! You, a yellow-haired kid, don't do the same. Mirror, why do you deserve to let that young man snatch your thing?”
Does a person who casually throws out two top-grade spiritual stones look like a person who lacks a demon slave?
How ridiculous!
(End of this chapter)