The mural city covers an area of ​​equivalent to the size of a Hongzhu Town, but the streets are messy, the width is uncertain, and there are many crooked mansions. In addition to many shops as big as tofu blocks, there are also many stalls with hawking sounds one after another, just like the croaking dogs in the countryside village. Of course, it is more of a silent traveler, just squatting beside the road, squeezing sleeves and shoulders, and ignore pedestrians on the street, like watching or not, and like buying or not.

There are many different opinions about the origin of the mural city, especially the pictures of female officials in the Heavenly Court painted all over the walls. They are full of demeanor and are fascinating. The Pima Sect, who chose the site to open the mountain here, is very secretive about this.

Chen Ping'an walked and stopped, and after about a cup of tea, he followed a huge crowd of people who came to see him. He came to a mural. The mountain wall was more than ten feet high and the mural was full of momentum. Chen Ping'an stood among the crowd and looked up. The content of the mural was a side image of a graceful goddess, as if moving forward, her spirit was flying. There were auspicious clouds under her feet, and a luggage inkstone tied around her waist. I don't know whether it was the light or the spiritual energy of the mural, but I saw the goddess' eyes flowing, like a living person.

This mural goddess named "Hanging Inkstone" was later named. The color is mainly green and green, but there is also a perfect powder and gold patch, like the finishing touch, making the mural thick but not lose its fairy spirit. At a rough look, it gives people the impression that it is like the running cursive script in a book. The pen seems concise, but in fact, if you look at it carefully, whether it is the wrinkles of the dress, the ornaments, the skin texture, or even the eyelashes, they are extremely dense, like the copying of the scriptures in small regular script, and every stroke is in accordance with the rules.

I think the person who painted must be a master of painting.

Chen Ping'an only had a rough understanding of the elegant words of Beijuluzhou, so the discussions around him could only be heard for the time being. For thousands of years, the eight murals in the dungeon have been taken away by destined people from all dynasties one after another. Moreover, when the five goddesses walked out of the mural and chose to serve their masters, the painted murals would fade instantly, and the patterns of the scrolls remained the same, but they became like white paintings, no longer colorful, and the spiritual energy was scattered. Therefore, the five murals were invited by the Pima Sect to have a sect-headed ancestor who had been in contact with a generation of Liuxiazhou to cover the scroll with their unique secret techniques, so as not to be completely eroded by the years.

Most of the tourists who come here to enjoy the scenery are admired by the goddess's charming face. Of course, Chen Ping'an also looked at it. If you don't look at it, it's just a mural. What else can you do after reading it?

However, Chen Ping'an focused more on the small ancient inkstone hanging around the goddess's waist. It was vaguely seen that the ancient seal script of the two characters was "lightning". The reason for recognition was due to the book "Original Book" presented by Li Xisheng. Many insect and bird seal scripts on it have actually been lost in Haoran.

There is a shop near this mural, which specializes in selling copy copies of this goddess picture. The prices are different. Among them, the hard yellow version with double hook gallery is the most expensive. One of the size of a round fan dares to pay for twenty snowflakes. However, Chen Ping'an saw that the picture was indeed exquisite, not only looks like a mural, but also looks similar to a few ounces. Chen Ping'an bought two, intending to keep one by himself in the future and give one to Zhu Lian.

Zhu Lian once said that when collecting things, the most taboo thing is to be mixed and not refined.

The shop is a pair of young girls who are managing their business. The girl doesn't like to deal with customers, but the boy is very clever. When he saw that Chen Ping'an bought the most expensive one in the shop, he began to recommend a set of hard yellow books for the gallery with five pictures of the goddesses to Chen Ping'an, and put them in a bright red wooden box. The boy said that the cost of this wooden box alone would be several snowflakes.

Chen Ping'an gently stretched out his hand to apply the wooden box. The wood was delicate, the spiritual energy was light but mellow, so it should be produced in Xianjia Mountain.

The boy also said that the other two pictures of the goddess were not available here, so customers had to take two more steps to buy them at other shops. The mural city still has three shops inherited from their own ancestors. There are rules established by the older generations that they are not allowed to steal the business of other shops, but five mural copies that have been covered by the Pima Sect can be sold in all three shops.

Chen Ping'an thought about it and said he would take a look. Then he put away the picture of the goddess "hanging inkstone" and left the shop.

As for the chance of the goddess, Chen Ping'an didn't even think about it.

I heard a guest say that once the goddess walked out of the scroll, she would serve her master for her life. In history, the five people in the scroll all formed a fairy-like partner with the master, and at least they could both become the Nascent Soul Earth Immortals. One of the down-and-out scholars with ordinary cultivation qualifications even broke the realm again and again after getting the blue eyes of a "Immortal Staff" goddess, and finally became a great immortal cultivator in the history of Beijuluzhou. He really brought the beauty back and became a god on the top of the mountain. At this point, what else can he ask for?

Chen Ping'an was sweating when he heard it, so he quickly drank a sip of wine and was shocked. He was not as close his hands, and silently prayed that the goddess senior on the mural had a higher vision and must not look at him blindly.

After that, Chen Ping'an went to the other two murals and bought the most expensive gallery book. The style is the same. The near store also sells a set of five goddess pictures. The price is as much as the boy said before. One hundred snowflakes are not discounted. These two goddess Tianguan pictures are named "Xingyu" and "Qi Lu". The former holds a white jade bowl with a slightly tilted slanted. The tourists can vaguely see the shimmering waves in the bowl, and a dragon shines in golden light. The latter rides a colorful deer, and the goddess's skirt is dragged, floating in an ecstasy. The goddess is also carrying a green sheathless wooden sword, with the three words "Happy Wind".

Along the way, Chen Ping'an was mixed with the crowd, listened more and watched more.

One of the words made Chen Ping'an's fortune fascinated and planned to be a Baofuzhai myself. In addition to practicing swords, this trip to Beijuluzhou might as well do business. Anyway, the location of the things that are close and the things that are small, is almost empty.

Some pedestrians say it is a goddess painting on the mural city. Because of its beautiful paintings and gimmicks, it is known to all continents from all over the country. In the northern part of Beijuluzhou, monks often offer extremely high prices and are very popular in the northern palace officialdom. There are even some immortal masters who are willing to pay a little summer money to buy eight neat sets of mural city goddess paintings.

Chen Ping'an thought about it carefully. At first, he felt that it was profitable, but then he felt something was wrong. He thought that such a good thing was like a string of copper coins thrown on the ground. The monks with a little money could pick it up and earn the difference. Chen Ping'an looked at the group of chattering tourists not far away. It looked like the child care of three shops. After thinking about it, he realized that Beiju Luzhou is vast and the Bones Beach is located at the southernmost end. Taking a fairy ferry is a considerable expense. Moreover, whether the goddess can sell this item at a high price depends on whether the other party is rich and can't buy it. It depends on how much luck it depends on. Then it depends on the corridor of the three shops to fill in this set of boxes. The output is all over the place. If it is calculated together, it may not be necessary for any monks to make this difficult small profit.

Of course, it is also possible that the shop and the Pima Sect in the Bomb Beach have a fixed sales channel, which outsiders don’t know.

Making money.

Chen Ping'an has walked such a long way, and among the people he met, Sun Jiashu, Laolong City and Dong Shuijing in Longquan County, did the best. Not to mention Sun Jiashu, who is already a big family, he only said that Dong Shuijing, who was born in a humble alley and was "suddenly rich", admired Chen Ping'an the most. After Dong Shuijing had already made money, he had to make friends with Yuan County Magistrate Cao, and Guan Yiran, whom he would visit and meet recently. Such a big man would also make friends, but he also earned the small money from the wonton shop. Although Dong Shuijing now manages a shop, in the eyes of some people, it may be more of a kind of cultivation of sentiment after a wealthy family, but Dong Shuijing is still diligent, serious, and unambiguous.

This is the business practice that a businessman should have.

So Chen Ping'an found the shopkeeper in both stores and asked if he could give some discounts if he bought more gallery books in one go. One shop shook his head and said that you could buy all the store inventory, and that you could not lose a single snowflake, and there was no room for negotiation. In the other shop, the head of the shop was a hunchbacked old woman, who smiled and asked the customer how many sets of goddess pictures could be bought. Chen Ping'an said how much was left in the shop. The old woman said that the gallery was a meticulous job and the shipment was very slow. Moreover, the main painter who filled in the gallery pictures of goddess pictures was always Pima Zong.

The old guest, other painters, dare not write at all, and the old guest has never wanted to paint more. If there were no rules on the Pima Sect, according to the old painter, every time he gave the evil thoughts to the disciples in the world, he would have a lot of karma, and he really made bad money. The old woman immediately admitted that the shop itself was not worried about sales and could not save much. Now there are only about thirty sets left on the shop, and sooner or later they could be sold out. Speaking of this, the old woman smiled and asked Chen Ping'an that if this is the case, a discount would be equivalent to losing money. Is there anyone in the world doing this kind of business?

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to rely on the old woman's honest words, he spent twenty snowflakes to buy a box. The five pictures of the goddess inside were named "Chang Yan", "Treasure Gai", "Ginger Lucidum", "Spring Official" and "Zhenjian". The five goddesses held lotus lanterns, supported treasure cubes, and held a white jade Ganoderma Lucidum, with hundreds of flowers lingering, and the last one was the most unusual, and they were wearing armor and pounding axe, shining with lightning, and were very heroic.

Chen Ping'an returned to the earliest shop again and asked about the inventory and discounts of the gallery. The boy was a little embarrassed. The girl suddenly smiled and glanced at the childhood sweetheart. She shook her head, probably because she felt that this foreign customer was too merciless and continued to be busy with her business. Facing the guests who were entering and leaving the shop, no matter how old or young, she still had no smile.

In the end, the boy was easier to talk to, and maybe he was thin-skinned. He couldn't persuade Chen Ping'an to look at him and smiled there, so he secretly took Chen Ping'an to the house behind the shop, sold Chen Ping'an ten sets of wooden boxes, and charged Chen Ping'an less money for ten snowflakes.

After Chen Ping'an checked out, when he left the store, he had an extra package and slapped behind him.

The girl hit the boy with her shoulder and joked, "No way you do business like this. The customer nodded and agreed after a few words."

The boy said helplessly: "I'm following my grandfather. Besides, I'm here to help you do odd jobs, and I'm not really a businessman."

The girl clearly distinguished public and private affairs and reminded: "I don't care. I see the loss of ten snowflakes on the shop. I will go back to your grandfather to make up for it and beg him to draw more for my shop."

The boy smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, my great-grandfather loves me the most. If someone asks him, he won't be able to do anything. I'll ask for it. My great-grandfather is too happy."

The girl suddenly said, "Did you tell the guest that you don't show off your yellow and white when you go out. The shop has many eyes. He has so many galleries to fill out books on his back. It's not a small amount of money. The mural city is already mixed and smoky. He likes to bully foreigners the most. He uses all kinds of tricks and tricks. You didn't remind me? Look at the price-snatching you. If you don't agree, you will almost be a clerk in our shop. There is also the accent of foreigners. It seems that it is not a very generous person at hand. The more you are like this, the more you should be careful."

The girl is doing business and has the temper of being a willing person to take the bait. Only when she is on the side of the boy, she is quite willing to speak. She must be a cold-skinned and hot-hearted temperament.

The boy was stunned for a moment, slapped his head, and said guiltily: "I forgot!"

The girl glared and said with a low voice: "Then why don't you go quickly! You, a direct disciple of the Pima Sect, are all people who are about to go down the mountain to travel. Why are you so injustice?"

The boy said oh, "What should I do with the business here in the shop?"

The girl smiled angrily and said, "I have been here since I was a child. After so many years, you have only gone down the mountain to help you a few times. Could it be that I can't open this shop without you?"

The boy ran out of the shop, found the foreigner who was wearing a hat, and whispered some precautions.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Okay, thank you for the reminder."

The boy waved his hand and was about to turn around and run back to the shop.

Chen Ping'an asked, "Can you take the initiative to ask?"

The boy immediately stopped and nodded, "But it's okay to say it. I will definitely not hide what I can say."

Chen Ping'an asked: "These eight goddess murals have such great opportunities. Why doesn't the skeleton beach be banned? Even if their disciples can't grasp the fortune, they will not flow to outsiders' fields. Isn't that common sense?"

The young man smiled and said, "Pima Sect is not so stingy. Instead of stealing the treasure land and dominating the opportunity, it is better to make a good relationship with those who are destined to be. There is a ancestral teaching in the Patriarch of Pima Sect, 'We are good at practicing the great way, so don't be responsible for the husband's struggle for the way."

After chewing this sentence carefully, Chen Ping'an sighed: "The Pima Sect is very bold!"

The young man was happy. Although he was not tall and had an ordinary appearance, he was actually an inner disciple of the Pima Sect’s ancestors’ hall. He had achieved success in his practice, so he was introverted. Although he was very young, his seniority was not low. He was only familiar with the girl in the mural city shop since childhood. Whenever he had the chance, he would go down the mountain to help him. When he arrived at the Pima Sect’s mountain, he called him uncle and had many white-haired old monks.

After thanking the young man, Chen Ping'an walked towards the entrance. Since he had bought those pictures of goddesses, as the old capital to open a business in Beijuluzhou in the future, this trip was worth it. He stopped wandering around the mural city. He actually looked at some ghost cultivation objects sold in stores of big and small shops along the way. Not to mention the quality of the items, it was really expensive. I guess the real good items and pointed goods must stay here for a while and slowly look for the time-honored brands hiding deep in the streets and alleys to have the chance to find them. Otherwise, the Huang shopkeeper of the ferry would not have mentioned this. It was just that Chen Ping'an did not intend to take the chance. Besides, the most outstanding ghost puppet in the mural city, and Chen Ping'an bought it as a escort, so he rushed to the Yaoyehe Temple, 600 miles away from the Pema Zong Mountain.

After leaving the mural city, Chen Ping'an looked at the Pima Sect, which was surrounded by mist on the mountain and covered the scenery at the high place, for no reason Chen Ping'an remembered Taiping Mountain in Tongyezhou.

The foot of the mountain is bustling and crowded. This immortal residence with thirty-six direct descendants and one hundred and eight people in the outer gates is really fewer monks for a cave with a sect name. Most of the mountain is deserted.

In fact, my down-and-out mountain is almost the same now.

There are still too few people.

But when there are too many people in the future, Chen Ping'an is also worried, worried that a second Gu Can will appear. Even if half Gu Can is, Chen Ping'an should be overwhelmed.

There was once a Taoist allusion that a vulgar boy was worried about the sky. Chen Ping'an looked at it over and over again many times, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt the aftertaste.

Chen Ping'an took off the sword gourd, drank a sip of wine, was overwhelmed by the package, put away his thoughts, and continued to travel far away.

Still hiking.

As for the speed of breathing and the depth of footsteps, I deliberately maintain the atmosphere of a martial artist in the five realms in the world.

The River God Temple is easy to find. Just walk to the shore of the Swinging River and go all the way north. The Ghost Valley is located in the northeast of the temple and can barely be considered a road.

The swaying river is extremely wide, with endless views, deep water and gentle rivers, making it feel like watching the lake.

There is no bridge on the Swaying River. It is said that this river god doesn't like others walking on his head. There are many ferries and boats. Chen Ping'an rests at a small ferry and drank a bowl of local gloomy tea. Generally speaking, when cooking tea, the river water is the lowest, but the gloomy tea here is a very refreshing and sweet tea, and it is mostly a strong relationship between the swaying river water. The water transportation is prosperous and invisibly benefits both sides of the shore. The grass and trees are lush, and the reed marsh is still lush in early winter, so many birds and water birds live inhabit it.

Along the way, I occasionally saw the traveling monks following the sermons with iron armor, but their footsteps were extremely light and almost no dust splashed. They were like masters of the small country of Baopingzhou. The armor they wore was extremely exquisite, with Taoist talismans engraved with gold and silver lines, and the light flowed. It was obviously not an ordinary person. The burly yin spirits were almost covered with face armor, and some exposed skin appeared blue-black.

The cultivators in Beijuluzhou, regardless of their realm, are more cautious than those in Baopingzhou, who walk at Dadukou. The monks here look as if they are no one else, and are very bold.

If Pei Qian arrived here, he would probably feel like he was in water.

Chen Ping'an ordered two more bowls of gloomy tea. It was not that Chen Ping'an was so thirsty that he needed to drink a cow, but the rule of the tea stall was to sell three bowls of tea for one snowflake. If he had less than three bowls of tea, he would start with a snowflake.

Chen Ping'an was not so anxious to rush, so he drank tea slowly. Then he sat at most of the dozen tables, resting here. More than a hundred miles ahead, there was a historical site. On the swaying riverside, there was an ancient iron cow that fell to the ground. It was of unknown origin and extremely high quality. It was close to a magic weapon. It was neither sunk into the river to suppress the water transportation nor was it taken into the bag by the swaying river god. There was a terrestrial immortal who tried to steal this thing, but the end was not very good. The river god clearly turned a blind eye to it, nor did he use his magical power to block it. The swaying river water was tyrannical and overwhelmed. He actually directly swept a golden elixir earth immortal into the river water and drowned alive. After that, no one dared to covet this iron cow with respect to hundreds of thousands of pounds.

Chen Ping'an had just finished drinking the second bowl of tea, and a table of guests had a dispute with the tea stall not far away, because the tea stall had to collect two snowflakes for four bowls of tea.

The shopkeeper was a lazy man. Seeing his guy blushing with the guest, he was gloating. He lay on the counter full of oil stains and drank alone. He set up a plate of wine and dishes in front of him. He grew up on the swaying riverside and was particularly delicious. The young guy was also a stubborn man and did not ask for help from the shopkeeper. He surrounded the four guests alone and still insisted on his own opinion. He either took out two snowflakes or had the ability to not pay the bill. Anyway, the silver tea stall would not charge a single liang here.

A strong man with a big beard and purple face was standing behind him with an amazingly powerful sage entourage. The puppet made by the Pima Sect was carrying a big box. The purple faced man was about to turn against him on the spot and persuaded a woman wearing a sword sitting cross-legged on the bench. The strong man took out a little summer money and patted it heavily on the table, "Two snowflakes are right? Then find money for me!"

This is obviously a harsh and disgusting tea stall.

People who practice on the mountain and pure martial arts who are good at martial arts go out for traveling, generally speaking, they always have more snowflake money, so they should not be missing. Of course, there must be some money for the little summer. After all, this thing is lighter than snowflake money and easy to carry. If it is the earth immortal who has small immortal tombs and Linglong Armory, or the Dashantou Immortal Family who has obtained these rare treasures since childhood, it will be two different things.

As for the more expensive Guyu money, it is not even better, because there are not many places that can use Guyu money, unless you go straight to a big deal after getting off the mountain.

As a result, the young guy said directly, "Why don't you take out the Grain Rain money?"

The purple-faced man glared and wrapped his arms around his chest, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, don't delay me from going to the River God Temple to burn incense!"

The shopkeeper finally spoke out and said, "Okay, hurry up and find money for the guests."

The young guy grabbed Xiaoshu money and went to the back of the counter, squatted down, and a crisp sound of money catching money sounded. He took a sack of snowflakes and threw it heavily on the table, "Take it!"

The purple-faced man smiled and waved his hand. The Yin Ling entourage behind him grabbed the bag of heavy snowflakes and put it into the box behind him.

The young guy said with a stern face: "I won't send you off, welcome not to come."

The purple-faced man took out another little summer money and put it on the table, and said with a grim smile: "Four more bowls of gloomy tea."

The young guy said angrily: "Are you fucking over?"

The woman sitting cross-legged twisted her body, with an average appearance and an attractive figure. This twist made her look more and more undulating. She smiled at the young man and said, "Since you are doing a business of opening the door to welcome guests, don't be too angry, but my sister doesn't blame you. It's normal for young people to be angry. I won't drink my sister's bowl of tea later. It's considered a reward for you and reduce the fire."

The guests at the other tables burst into laughter and screamed strangely. A young and strong man whistled directly and glanced at the woman's scenery, hoping to cut the two hills down with their eyes and move them home.

The young guy was so angry that he was about to curse the slutty fox, but a young man wearing a sword next to the woman was eager to try it out, and he quietly stroked the hilt of the sword with his palm, as if he was waiting for the guy to humiliate the woman without any restraint.

Fortunately, the shopkeeper finally put down his chopsticks and said to the young guy: "Okay, I forgot how to teach you? Breaking people in person will cause the most trouble. The rules of the tea stall were handed down by our ancestors. No wonder you are stubborn. The customers are unhappy and there is no way to do it. But let's just curse people, and they don't do business like this."

Then the shopkeeper looked at the group of guests with a smile, "There are business rules, but as this beautiful sister said, it is time to open the door to welcome guests, so the next four bowls of gloomy tea is to be regarded as I met four heroes and not charging money, how about it?"
To be continued...