Yuanjue pondered for a moment, then looked at the several beautiful women serving outside the door and said:

"color."

"Avoid sex..."

Nie Wendong's brows stretched out. He had countless women in his life. He had no worries and thought he had no big problems.

"You are all lustful, so don't look down on it."

Seeing that he didn't care, he said in a word about the tranquility room.

"I know."

Nie Wendong no longer entangled with him, and said:

"Although the master refused repeatedly, no one was available to me. Just the master responded to my promise and could take 300,000 taels of gold."

"If you do not involve the inheritance of this sect, you will be obeyed by Zen taboos."

Yuanjue answered carefully.

Nie Wendong straightened his waist and looked at the servant who was hurrying back and forth in the front yard. A base of an altar had been built.

"No hurry, no hurry."

...

...

After saying goodbye to Xu Wenji, Yang Yu did not rush back to the inn, but walked slowly on the street, which made the followers a little impressed.

If the front foot offends the state master, they will not care about shopping at all. They really admire this kind of character.

If they had offended the guard, they would have to be trembling, fearing that they would have been revenge.

"Nie Wendong's Taoist technique..."

Yang Yu thought in his heart, his feet kept sweeping across the stalls on both sides.

After two years of severe drought, Deyang Fucheng has long stopped being as prosperous as before. There are many vendors next to the road, selling everything, and there are many of them with "food ingredients".

Although most of them are ordinary ingredients and they can't use them, they can also be used to fill in the recipes of Jiuniu and Erhu.

Therefore, Yang Yu came without any hesitation and would not deliberately reduce the price. Before several streets were completed, news of a large number of people buying old goods spread wildly.

Soon, Yang Yu was surrounded, and hundreds of vendors were waving their own goods, not afraid that he would be in a flying fish suit and would be clamoring in all kinds of noise.

"What does it look like to push and shov? They all disperse!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came.

A burly man pushed away the streets of the blocked streets and came to Yang Yu.

The vendors seemed to believe him very much, and they all dispersed, but they still looked at him with a gaze.

"Sir, I'm so scared of being poor..."

The big man clasped his fists:

"I don't know what the adults call Duan Leng?"

"Submitted to Yang."

"It turned out to be Lord Yang."

Duan Leng compliments, asking Yang Yu to go to the teahouse for a short break, and he began to greet the vendors, collect all kinds of old things, and send them to Yang Yu for him to choose.

In any street, wherever there is a transaction, there must be an intermediary like Duan Leng.

Yu Yang didn't care about letting him make a profit from the middle, but it wasn't these old things in front of him.

"Sir, want... stone?"

When Duan Leng heard Yang Yu’s request, he was stunned, and he felt a little strange. He asked carefully:

"Any stone is OK?"

"Anything that has different characteristics from ordinary stones is OK."

Yu Yang took out a ingot of gold and placed it in front of him:

"After things are done, there will be rewards."

The specialty of the Kong Valley Stone made Yang Yu taste the taste. He did not blindly mobilize the gold and refine the body, but chose to collect strange stones like the former.

However, I was busy all the way, either killing people or chasing them, and only then did I have free time.

"gold!"

Duan Leng took a breath and grabbed the ingot of gold tightly.

After two years of severe drought, silver and copper fell sharply, but gold soared. Before the severe drought, one tael of gold could be exchanged for twenty taels of silver, but now it can be exchanged for fifty taels of silver.

"Strange stones, strange stones..."

Holding the gold, Duan Leng's heart was hot. Suddenly, as if he had remembered something, he accused Yang Yu and left in a hurry.

“Huh?”

Seeing him ecstatic, Yang Yu was also moved, but he was not in a hurry. He asked for a pot of tea and began to select the ingredients from the pile of old things.

After a while, Duan Leng came hurriedly with a stone in his hand.

"Sir, this stone..."

"Xuanshi, why didn't I expect..."

Looking at the stone, a strange flashed across Yang Yu's face.

He recognized this kind of stone, and it can even be said to be very common. In the mouths of gentry and Confucian scholars, this thing is called Xuanshi.

And among the people, this thing is called.
Chapter completed!