Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 3186 Clearance Deal

Xu Shilin could tell from the back that this aunt is a master who does whatever she wants.

She doesn't have any rules in doing things, she just wants to be happy and natural.

He joked behind, "Auntie, according to what you said, I can also be the general agent of this pepper in Shuzhou?"

Song Yuchan said cheerfully, "Of course, it's fine if you want to. The first thing you can do is to get close to the water, and now is a good time to open up the market."

Yan Qing persuaded him directly, "Don't listen to Yuchan's nonsense, cultivate the Tao well, what kind of business are you doing?"

Song Yuchan said, "Senior brother, you are wrong. People's business is the same way. If you do a good business, can't you still go to heaven and become the God of Wealth?"

Yan Qing gave her a white look and said, "You have to take Brother Shilin into the ditch."

Song Yuchan asked him, "Then what path do you think Shilin should take?"

Yan Qing said, "Any way is fine, scholars, farmers, businessmen. If you don't practice Taoism, then your official career will naturally come first."

Wu Song nodded and said, "Yes, if you enter the world of mortals, you must at least pass the exam to be the number one scholar in order to live up to the world."

"Both of you are old-fashioned. What's so good about being an official is that you know how to intrigue all day long. At the very least, businessmen can create wealth and let the people live a good life."

Song Yuchan gnawed on the candied haws and retorted.

"You are talking nonsense."

Both Yan Qing and Wu Song laughed, and said to Xu Shilin, "Brother Xu, what do you think?"

Xu Shilin rubbed his head and said, "I don't know, but I think chili peppers are indeed a good thing. If people in Sichuan have this thing, it can cure the dampness there, right?"

He has practiced medicine since he was a child, and he knows that the miasma in Shu is too heavy.

The ordinary people can't afford expensive herbs, unlike this chili, which can promote body fluid and blood circulation after eating.

If it is popularized, it will definitely benefit the people and accumulate some merit for parents.

Song Yuchan urged him, "It's better to do more than to think too much. If you want, you can promote chili planting when you go back. If it really benefits the people, it will definitely be a great merit for you. Merits are related to monks. Luck. The more merit you accumulate, the better your luck."

"Yes, it is."

Xu Shilin nodded seriously, as if he really took this matter seriously.

Wu Song and Yan Qing clicked their tongues as they watched, thinking that this child was really taken into the ditch by Song Yuchan.

They worked their way to Da Ci'en Temple on the street, and they could hear the bell ringing from the temple from a distance.

Song Yuchan looked at the towering Big Wild Goose Pagoda in front of her, and said sadly, "It's really embarrassing for the gods to hold the majestic fairy sect conference in this place of Buddhism. There are so many disciples from various sects, and there is no one to give advice? "

Yan Qing vomited blood and said, "Can we keep a low profile? There are so many immortal sects here. If people listen to it, why don't we beat you to death?"

"Are you telling the truth?"

Song Yuchan glanced left and right, and there were indeed many casual cultivators walking here together.

This place is where the royal garden is located, and the scenery is extremely beautiful.

There is a river flowing in front of the Da Ci'en Temple, and layers of grass and trees gardens surround this Buddhist pure land.

After hearing Song Yuchan's words, many monks stared sideways at her, with displeasure on their faces.

Song Yuchan looked directly into their eyes, and stretched out her hand to say hello without avoiding it.

She and Yan Qing whispered, "Brother, I got so many good things in the Stardust Continent a few days ago. Why don't you set up a stall here and clear up some of these stocks. This time so many monks came, it's not worth the money. earn."

Yan Qing took a deep breath, wanting to pretend that she didn't know her.

Wu Song, a bastard, pointed to the front and shouted cooperatively, "Look, there are stalls over there."

Song Yuchan followed his instructions and looked over. A group of people gathered in an open space, and indeed formed a market there.

This is a very common thing in the Daoist sect, but whenever there is a general meeting, there will be monks gathering together to set up a stall.

Everyone gets what they need, and no one laughs at anyone.

After all, monks from small families and casual cultivators don't seem to have enough training resources like other big sects.

The monks at the bottom are still very poor.

Song Yuchan happily led everyone to hurry there. Now, she went around the market, found a seat in an open space, and arranged all the things in her ring on the floor.

Yan Qing covered her face, she really couldn't do this.

Wu Song stood aside and watched the stall, making Song Yuchan a thug who watched the stall.

Song Yuchan kicked Xu Shilin, making the eldest nephew learn how to yell like others.

Xu Shilin's face is even thinner. After all, he is also a disciple of Shushan, so he has never done this before.

Song Yuchan advised him, "Listen well, you can only make money if you put down your face."

At the top of her voice, she yelled at the passing monks, "Those who pass by, those who pass by, don't miss it. The best exotic treasures, magical medicine pills. All cleared, all cleared. The price is fair, Guaranteed quality, if you miss it, you will regret it for a lifetime!"

Passers-by turned their heads and stared at them one after another, almost burying Xu Shilin's head in the ground in embarrassment.

A group of monks gathered around and stared at the things on the stall.

The things Song Yuchan displayed were indeed not bad.

There are magic weapons robbed in Yanshan, some in Dajin Kingdom, and some in Stardust Continent.

She doesn't need it now, so she might as well sell all of them and exchange them for spirit stones.

A monk picked up a long sword and looked at it carefully, "How do you sell this thing?"

Song Yuchan stretched out a finger and said, "100 million spirit stones, cheap and cheap. The true fairy sword of the Eight Classics, the spiritual brand on it has not been removed, you can feel it."

The monk was so frightened that he hurriedly dropped it and said, "Then you are not harmful?"

He is just a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm, how dare he touch the spiritual imprint of the Real Fairyland.

Song Yuchan said to him, "If you can afford the money, I can wipe off the imprint of the true immortal on the spot."

"So simple?"

This monk is a bit incredible.

The mark of a true immortal can be wiped away wherever it can be said.

Song Yuchan chuckled softly, "I told you, as long as you can afford it, there's nothing this girl can't do."

The monk gritted his teeth, took out all the spirit stones accumulated in the ring and said, "100 million spirit stones are all here. If you really erase this spiritual brand, I will buy this sword. "

"You've taken advantage of it. Someone else's real fairy sword will sell for at least 1000 million spirit stones."

Song Yuchan picked up the sword with a smile, and a blue light wrapped around the real fairy sword.

The sword buzzed and trembled, as if sensing something, it vibrated violently under the blue light.

After a while, the sword returned to normal.

A gust of blood burst out of it, completely swallowed by the blue light.

This sword is as if it has been purified, with pure sword energy shining on it, which seems to have restrained its sharpness compared to the blood evil spirit just now.

Song Yuchan gave the sword to the monk in front of him and said, "Okay, this sword is very pure now. You pay the money and imprint your spirit into it, and you will be the master of this sword from now on."

"I missed it, I missed it."

Holding the long sword, the monk shouted out excitedly.

He hurriedly gave the ring to Song Yuchan, holding the sword as if he was holding his lover, sacrificed a drop of blood, and branded his spirit into the sword.

The blood energy sank into the long sword, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The sword was psychic, and with a chirping sound, all the weapons on the field were shocked.

(End of this chapter)