Gou Becomes a Boss in the Fairy World

This winter is extremely cold.

The heavy snow came one after another, as if it never stopped. The cold wind from the north howled over the valley day and night, like ghosts crying and wolves howling, which made people feel bitingly cold.

Although monks and innate warriors who practiced Qi training above the third level are not afraid of cold and heat, when the temperature drops to a certain level, they cannot ignore the threat of harsh winter.

As for those ordinary people, that day was even more difficult.

The residents of Dongwuzhai hid in warm cellars or secret rooms one after another.

It's just that those who have the conditions can live like this for a whole winter, and those who don't have enough food and supplies will be miserable.

Due to the rising food prices in the Walled City, some casual cultivators were forced to go hunting in the wind and snow.

Especially those who usually muddle through, have suffered a lot.

After many casual cultivators went out, they never came back.

At the same time, the number of monks in Dongwu Village continued to increase, various conflicts occurred, and the security situation became worse.

Even Wei Tang couldn't suppress it!

When Wang Chen walked out of the alley in the morning, he saw many strange faces.

They gathered in groups of three or five under the eaves of the street, their expressions were indifferent and fierce, and they looked at the pedestrians coming and going with serious eyes, like hungry wolves.

There are even more refugees and beggars.

These refugees and beggars curled up in the corner, begging from passers-by with a broken bowl.

There are also some children in shabby clothes, dragging a trail of snot hardened by the cold, weaving through the crowd.

Such a situation made Wang Chen wonder if he came to the wrong place.

How does this look like a city of scattered cultivators, almost no different from a small county town in the ordinary world!

Suddenly he felt something strange, and without thinking, he reached out and grabbed it.

He grabbed a black hand stretched towards his waist!

"let me go!"

A half-grown boy stared at Wang Chen with a ferocious expression and fierce eyes, like an enraged wolf cub.

As soon as he finished speaking, four or five people immediately surrounded him.

"What do you want to do?"

"Bullying children? Everyone, come and see, someone is bullying children!"

"This Master Immortal Master, he is still a child!"

"Let go of him!"

Some sang red faces, some sang bad faces, they blocked Wang Chen's way, and their malicious eyes fell on him, as if they were staring at a fat prey.

The people around saw it, but no one stood up to help Wang Chen out of the siege, but showed a look of gloating and watching the show.

Click!

Wang Chen pinched the thief's hand and shouted heavily, "Get lost!"

The people around him suddenly felt as if they were struck by lightning, and they couldn't help but staggered back, all of them had expressions of horror on their faces.

Wang Chen's astonishing aura in an instant made them realize that they had found the wrong target, kicked the iron plate with a false move, and fled in all directions in a hurry.

Leave the little thief crying on the ground in pain!

Wang Chen shook his head, performed a cleaning technique, and then walked towards Fangshi.

The people who witnessed this scene all showed expressions of awe.

No one dares to stand in front of him!

Outland believes in the law of the jungle where the weak prey on the strong. Whoever has the highest cultivation and the strongest strength will be the boss.

People who don't understand this point are basically eliminated.

Today is not the day for the opening of the market, but both inside and outside the city are very lively.

Many stalls are placed in nearby streets and alleys.

Since it is adjacent to the City Lord's Mansion and is the key area guarded by the monks of the Weitang, although the environment here looks chaotic, the order is still stable, there are many noisy people, and no one dares to do anything.

"Master Immortal, you are very kind and virtuous."

A white-haired old beggar stretched out his trembling hand and begged Wang Chen, "Give me something to eat. My grandson hasn't eaten for three days."

He carried a little boy wrapped in a quilt on his back. Although the latter had his eyes open, his face was yellow, emaciated and weak, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

This is the realm of cultivating immortals!

Wang Chen only felt a depression in his chest, and he couldn't even vomit.

He silently took out two Lingmi rice balls from the storage bag and handed them to the old beggar in front of him.

It's not that Wang Chen is reluctant to give more.

But if you give too much, it will bring danger to the grandparents and grandchildren.

"Thank you, thank you Master Immortal Master!"

The old beggar was so grateful that he was about to kneel down and kowtow to Wang Chen, but was stopped by Wang Chen.

He watched the other party feed the rice ball to his little grandson, then scanned around before entering Fangshi.

"Wang Talisman..."

A middle-aged monk came up to greet him and asked with a smile: "Are you here again today?"

Wang Chen nodded: "It seems to be late."

There is a fixed number of stalls in the square market, and they are usually first come, first served—of course you have to pay the venue rental fee.

In the past, as long as it is not a market day, there will be vacancies at this time.

But today there are too many stalls.

When Wang Chen came over just now, he noticed that most of the stalls outside were selling all kinds of junk. The stall owner probably sold all the bottom of the box and his own use.

No chills at all!

"It's not too late for you to come."

The middle-aged monk said with a smile: "I have kept a few, and I will give you one if you want."

"Thanks."

Wang Chen handed over a spirit stone and two talismans.

The other party is one of the stewards sent by the City Lord's Mansion to Fangshi. He has a sixth-level Qi training and can speak eloquently.

Wang Chen had dealt with the other party several times, so he knew him well.

The steward said it was a free booth, but how could he take it seriously, so he paid the venue rent as usual, and gave some extra benefits.

Otherwise, why should people take care of them?

The middle-aged monk was really happy, and immediately arranged a booth with a very good location for Wang Chen.

Because of his good skills in refining talismans, Wang Chen is now well-known in Dongwu Village, and the talismans he sells are quite popular, and they can be used as hard currency.

After receiving the benefits from Wang Chen, the middle-aged monk was naturally very enthusiastic.

However, to Wang Chen's surprise, although he got a good booth, the business of Fulu was much worse than before, and he didn't even sell one-tenth of it after standing for a long time.

Some casual cultivators came to watch for a long time, and then bargained to death.

Wang Chen was too lazy to chat with the other party, so he directly put up a sign of "no haggling".

As a result, business got worse.

Finally, the middle-aged monk came over and whispered to him: "Recently, everyone is hoarding grain, and the price of grain has risen too fast. Those who have some spirit stones are reluctant to spend them elsewhere."

Wang Chen suddenly realized.

Hearing the other party lower his voice again: "Master Wang Fu, please pay attention recently, the mansion may recruit a group of monks recently to build a courtyard for cultivating immortals for Hu Meiniang."

Um?

Wang Chen was slightly taken aback.

He knew that Hu Meiniang was the concubine of Master Xin Han, the Lord of Dongwu Village, who was said to be from the Hehuan sect.

But what does it have to do with him to recruit monks to build another courtyard?

Unless there is no conspiracy!

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The first one is sent.