Ye Qingxuan suddenly and hurriedly remembered the thing he had forgotten. This matter was very important to Qingxuan.

Because today is the time when Jiao Sanlai sends out the new issue of "Martial Arts and Miscellaneous Things".

For Qing Xuan, the weekly issue of "Martial Arts and Miscellaneous Things" is one of his few fun in this world. This magazine similar to the Bagua Weekly in the future was published by the world-famous "Sihai Pavilion".

This "Sihai Pavilion" is the largest consortium in the world and has a huge power. Almost every state and town has its subordinate semicolon, claiming to be "knowing everything, doing everything, collecting everything, and selling everything". As long as you give money, you can do anything.

The extremely powerful "Sihai Pavilion" has to make a profit but not a fame. Although it has the strength to compete for the "Top Ten Sects", it doesn't go to compete. The identity of the owner of the "Sihai Pavilion" is mysterious, and no one knows who is the boss behind the scenes.

There are rumors in the martial arts world that "Sihai Pavilion" has an official or even a royal background. It is even rumored that "Sihai Pavilion" is the royal office of the interior, and is a private transaction held by the emperor... But the truth of this kind of thing is not something that the ignorant little Taoist boy like Qingxuan can know. Of course, he is not interested.

Ye Qingxuan was the only thing that was happy that this "Sihai Pavilion" actually had a small semicolon in Qingyang Town, and that Jiao San was a small recorder in this semicolon. As for the position of this recorder, it was almost equivalent to a three-in-one of reporters, advertising salesmen and salesmen in newspapers in their previous life.

If you have nothing to do, you will see "Martial Arts and Miscellaneous Things" and it has become Ye Qingxuan's only leisure and entertainment method in this other world. There are basically records in magazines that are big and small things in the world. Although Qingxuan bought it as a local version of Yunzhou, and only less than 50% of the martial arts anecdotes involving Jiuzhou account for less than 50%, it can be regarded as a good publication.

Ye Qingxuan especially likes to watch the "Guangwen" column. Among them, one master was defeated, which masters challenged whom, a certain family produced a martial arts genius, a certain person got a treasure, and a magical secret book... and so on, Qingxuan enjoyed watching it.

In addition to these, there are also "guidance" columns, and a famous martial arts expert will be invited to explain what martial arts skills to increase the sales of the magazine.

However, Ye Qingxuan never optimistic about these explanations, because the so-called martial arts masters are basically not really masters. Even the martial arts explained are all big players. At most, they fool ordinary warriors who have no sects and sects and have little meaning to Qingxuan's guidance.

Those real martial arts secrets, similar to Qingxuan's last time's favorite [Qingfeng Dance Liu Sword Technique], even the ordinary version without the annotation of famous artists, is actually priced at 5,000 taels of silver, which is really not something Qingxuan can afford.

Although you can't afford martial arts, it's different now. With the "Martial Arts Inclusion System" of "Langhuan Lingmiao Pavilion", just reading it once is enough to include a martial arts.

If you have a advantage, you won’t take advantage. With your relationship with Jiao San, Ye Qingxuan asked himself that it would be a big problem to read it once.

At this time, Jiao San was outside the Zixia Hall in the front yard, paced anxiously in the corridor on the left.

Why haven’t the little Taoist boy from Qingxuan who used to be on time come yet?

Although Jiao San is just a low-level recorder in "Sihai Pavilion", it can be regarded as a well-known errand in Qingyang Town. The ten taels of silver that can be paid by an ordinary farmer for more than half a year. However, Jiao Lushi looks more like an old farmer, with a rusty dress. Although it is clean, there are countless patches on it. At the age of 40, it looks like a past sixty years old. His old face is full of folds. He can even catch flies with a smile. He looks like a loyal and honest farmer, but his eyes are very bright.

All those who are familiar with Jiao San say that this old guy looks like a dog and is like a weasel. No matter whether the things he wants to sell are useful or not, he can try every means to sell them to you, especially to pretend to be pitiful and be a bastard among bastards. But everyone has to admit that this old bastard has always been fair when doing business.

Jiao San had a scale in his mind, and some small accounts were well understood: If this was connected to Qingyun Temple, each of the martial arts practitioners in the Temple would buy one and then exceed the task, then I would still be in hope of promotion.

Every time Jiao San thinks of this, his face full of pleated face is so smiled that he can't even see his eyes.

Jiao San's cousin is a small manager in Yunxia County, and Qingyang Town is just a small town under Yunxia County, and is under its jurisdiction. To be honest, Jiao San entered the "Sihai Pavilion" based on his cousin's relationship. Moreover, Jiao San's cousin is very nostalgic and is willing to promote his cousin. However, Qingyang Town has a small city and is difficult to achieve results, which also makes it extremely difficult for Jiao San to be promoted.

It is no wonder that Qingxuan, an eight- or nine-year-old Taoist boy, was worshipped by Jiao San as his ancestor just because he was so senior in the temple.

After reading a few books I brought, one of them is the latest issue of "Martial Arts and Miscellaneous Things", which costs half a tael of silver, while the others are much more expensive. They include the Jiuzhou version of "Martial Arts and Miscellaneous Things and several martial arts secrets. One of them is the "Fourty-Nine Styles Qingfeng Dance Liu Sword Technique" that Qingxuan was very optimistic about before. The martial arts rating reached the middle grade of blue. With Jiao San's position in the "Sihai Pavilion", it is already the most profound martial arts secret that he can transfer.

These books are good products specially prepared by Jiao San for Ye Qingxuan. Of course, there are more than these books. There are more than 30 books in the back bag behind Jiao San. However, based on the taste of Qingxuan’s little Taoist Tong before, he was basically not very interested.

Jiao San's performance has not been bad recently, but on the contrary, it is extremely prosperous, and the good cannot be better.

In this not-so-important town, he could even sell thousands of taels of silver every month for several months. Manager Liu of the town even told himself that as long as he overcompletion of the task this month and guaranteed to win credit for himself, as long as his cousin said a few more words in the town, he would definitely be transferred to Yunxia County. By then, the monthly salary alone would be earned 100 taels per month, not to mention the year-end welfare benefits. Thinking of the beauty, he laughed and his face seemed to be overwhelmed.

There is a way, and it is about to be completed, but at the last moment, I was stuck at the checkpoint because of dozens of taels of silver. Jiao San did not have any wrong intentions and wanted to fill in the money and buy a pass, but the "Sihai Pavilion" reviewed it very strictly. Once it was discovered, it would be immediately slaughtered.

There was no choice but to look at the old customer Qingxuan.

A few dozen taels of taels were naturally not up to the standard by selling magazines alone. I had to bring a few higher-level magazines to see if the little Taoist feels like a little Taoist, and my biggest luxury was that the little Taoist boy in Qingxuan could buy the blue-grade mid-grade swordsmanship secret book.

The sales staff of "Sihai Pavilion" have to rely on their qualifications to sell anything. This blue-grade mid-grade martial arts is exchanged with the cabinet with the achievements accumulated over the years. It is the most valuable thing that you can sell now.

Books are dead, people live. The little Taoist Ye Qingxuan is famously soft-hearted. As long as he pretends to be pitiful, he may sell this secret book.

Once the task is completed and transferred to the town, there will be a cousin's care and a better customer base below. It will be a huge source of wealth. My family and I will really have no worries about food and drink. By then, I will be considered a well-known figure. I see whether my yellow-faced woman dares to look down on me.

When I thought of the beauty in my heart, I became more impatient. I seemed to feel that my image was not miserable enough. I took off my cloth shoes, picked up the sole of the shoe and scratched my face. My old face, which was already a bunch of mountains, added a bit of earthy color. I had to cry last time, but the excitement in my heart could not be sad. I was so anxious that I punched my nose hard, and I punched an old fist, which was so sore, painful, numb, and swelled up. The tears and the snot came down together in a flash.

It's broken, it's too early to cry-

Jiao San tried his best to pull his nose, trying to stop the tears, but the more he wanted to stop the tears, the more the tears and snot flowed.

Today is a temple fair. Every time at this time, Qingyun Temple is crowded with people, and there are incense and wishes everywhere. There are countless people setting up stalls and selling arts at the entrance of the temple. It is really lively.

Every time at this time, Jiao San would find a place at the entrance of the temple, set up a stall, and sell all kinds of books. It was a very important moment.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, Jiao San, who had finally controlled his tears and snot, saw that it was about to 3:00 in the afternoon, but the little Taoist boy from Qingxuan still didn't come. If he didn't go out to set up a stall, he would probably even be occupied by the least attention-oriented stall.

With red circles, he looked around again. Alas, he couldn't wait - Jiao Sanyi stomped his feet and turned around and was about to leave.

As long as time goes by, maybe someone in the town will buy a few books. As for the little Taoist boy in Qingxuan, he had to find time to sell them in the future.
Chapter completed!