i have a sword fairy

Good guy, there are already eight or nine people waiting, especially the one behind him, a man with a hawk-nosed look and a ferocious expression.

Zhao Rong shuddered slightly.

"Sister, if I change to Xiaoyaojin, can I have one less low-grade spirit stone?"

"Sorry, my son, the standard for our ship's ticket is one low-grade spirit stone for two stops, and eleven pieces are required to get off the boat at Xiaoyaojin."

"Cough, is there a lower class cabin?"

"Sorry, son, the ferry in Qingfengge has regular cabins and premium cabins."

"Then do you accept gold? I have some with me..."

Before Zhao Rong could finish speaking, the beautiful woman with a formulaic smile behind the counter shook her head gently.

Did you die before you got out of the apprenticeship?

Zhao Rong looked sullen.

In fact, he still has a way, he can go up to the third floor to pawn some of the relics left by his mother, so that he can not only collect enough tickets, but also have a lot of spiritual stones to spare.

It's just that Zhao Rong didn't think in this direction at all.

Not knowing, but unwilling.

Part of his mother's relics were given to Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er, and part was left to him.

Zhao Kuo had already asked Zhao Kuo to sell some of his shares before, and now the rest are important objects with special significance, and they really can't be sold any more, otherwise they will be in vain.

At this time, there was a little commotion in the team behind him.

"The poor and poor who have no money, hurry up and go away to this young master!"

"Don't occupy the puddle without shitting!"

Zhao Rong's eyes turned cold when he heard the words, and when he looked back, he found that the caller was an impatient young man in brocade clothes.

Although the first floor of Qingfengju is very big, the voice of Young Master Jinyi is even louder, and it is heard all over the house.

The guests who were queuing around, drinking tea, and preparing to go upstairs all turned their attention to it.

Seeing that he had become the focus of the people around him, Young Master Jinyi smartly unfolded the folding fan in his hand, shook it gently, smiled indifferently, stared at the Qiancuoda who dared to turn his head and looked directly at him, and sneered.

"Has Qingfeng Pavilion reduced to this level now?"

"Put all the messy things in there?"

"Co-author doesn't do business now, it's changed to Kaishantang?"

Zhao Rong just glanced at him for a while, then didn't look at him again.

He bowed his hands apologetically to the onlookers around him, and turned his head.

Ignore the man shouting behind him.

Seeing Zhao Rong ignoring him, Lin Qingxuan became furious. He was held down and looked down upon by his elder brother who was studying in Siqi Academy since he was a child. Today, he was even caught outside by someone who couldn't even buy a ferry ticket. Ignore the poor measures? !

He closed the fan with one hand and was about to speak again, but an old servant behind him pulled his sleeve.

"Master, he seems to have something to do with Linlu Academy..."

Lin Qingxuan was stunned when he heard the words, and then he noticed the flag behind Zhao Rong's bookcase, his face condensed, but he immediately smiled contemptuously.

"Hey, the reading seeds of Linlu Academy can't even get this spiritual stone? You can earn a lot of money just by picking up a pen."

"This poor measure is probably just pulling a tiger's skin to make a big banner. Are there still few people like this every year on the mountain?"

"Besides, what if he has a little relationship with Linlu Academy? Can the academy be unreasonable?"

Speaking of this, he remembered the elder brother who always pressed him with great truth, and every time he looked at him, his eyes were so high.

Readers should be damned!

"Occupy the pit without shitting, waste everyone's time, and not let people scold? Even if the gentleman of the academy is standing in front of my son, this son still wants to say..."

"You are a hypocrite with no money, poor, cuo, big!"

The last three words, every time Lin Qingxuan said one, he tapped Zhao Rong's head in the air with the folding fan in his hand.

After speaking, he lifted his chin lightly, opened the folding fan calmly, and gently shook the wind, feeling that he was very happy.

The expressions of the people around were different.

Some people gloat over the misfortune, some nod their heads in agreement, some stand on the sidelines, and some turn around and leave.

Zhao Rong didn't say anything after hearing the words coming from behind him. He was going to retrieve the mysterious card and go out to think of a way.

The beautiful woman behind the counter sighed secretly, what kind of strange guests are today, but although the brocade-clothed young man likes to pick things up and has a domineering style, she still agrees with some words.

Bringing the fake flag of Zhang Linlu Academy to the fox and the tiger?The old lady almost believed you!

Go to Linlu Academy?Oh, it is estimated that like those scholars who flock to the academy at the foot of the mountain every year, they have all-you-can-eat behind closed doors.

If you don't have money, don't waste your mother's time!Cultivation is all about fighting for life with the sky and waiting for me. If it wasn't for the sake of earning some sect contributions, she would not be willing to leave Qingfeng Pavilion and come here to be a steward full of copper stench.

However, when she thought of her own achievements, she glanced at the poor scholar in front of the cabinet, who was about to have his face pierced and was about to leave, cleared her throat, and said softly.

"If the son has no money, why not try to write some poems, the shop is willing to provide some pen and ink, let the son try it, even if the son's masterpiece is inconvenient for the store to accept, but maybe there will be discerning customers who like it. It's best for you to write something that is pleasing to you, maybe the guests will be happy to read it, and you can throw a low-quality spirit stone to your son."

In fact, it is not that Qingfengju has never encountered such a situation, or that many merchants on the mountain will encounter it. Some Confucian scholars who are shy in their pockets will try to exchange poems for spiritual stones.

However, this is usually the initiative of those scholars. This time, the beautiful woman saw that Zhao Rong didn't say anything and was about to go out. Instead, she was a little surprised and wanted to call him back and let him try.

After all, the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth seems to favor Confucian scholars. Once the new poems made by scholars can be accepted and recognized by Heaven and Earth, then the paper and ink carrying the poems will immediately accumulate the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth, and transform into a piece that benefits the cultivation of the monks on the mountain. treasure!

It's just that this kind of situation is very rare. Anyway, Qingfengju has never encountered it for so many years.

A scholar who can write poetry and poetry will be short of this money?Any poem of ascending grade is a high-grade spirit stone to start!The beautiful woman thought so.

However, every few decades on Wangquezhou Mountain, there is still a passage of anecdotes about the scholar who accidentally wrote the poems and poems in a business somewhere, and after that, the monks on the mountain relished it for a while.

Hearing this, Zhao Rong stopped the steps he was about to leave, looked up at the smiling beautiful woman, and was about to speak, when a joking voice came from behind him.

"This beautiful sister is right, don't rush to run, you poor people are desperate for money, but there is a lot of sour water in your stomach, why don't you spit it out and show it to my son?"

"If you can amuse me, I might leak some spiritual stones from my fingers when I'm happy, and buy a ferry ticket for you. Isn't that more than enough?"

"Pfft." A green-clothed girl with a green face in the crowd couldn't help covering her mouth and smiled. She seemed to be laughing at a certain sentence from Lin Qingxuan. Seeing everyone's attention, she stuck out her tongue and hurried to hide. behind his partner.

Zhao Rong still thought that Lin Qingxuan didn't exist, he paused, pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, and said to the beautiful woman, "No need."

Oh, a spirit stone is also suitable for Lao Tzu to write poems?

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand to retrieve the ten spiritual stones that had been lined up on the counter.

Lin Qingxuan smiled brightly.

The beautiful woman smiled indifferently.

The girl in green felt a little boring.

The audience is ready to disperse.

Suddenly, a dark, thin hand stretched out from behind Zhao Rong, and placed something beside Zhao Rong's hand.

It was a spirit stone.

Chapter 13 There is a breeze in Qingfeng House

Zhao Rong stopped his movements.

He frowned slightly and looked at the extra spiritual stone beside his hand.

Didn't get it.

"When you go out, you will encounter difficulties. If you can help, you will help."

A dull but deep voice came from behind.

Zhao Rong turned around.

Slightly surprised.

The owner of the voice was the vicious man of prey who was lined up behind him just now!

But at this moment, Zhao Rong only felt that this old man's vicious face was very kind.

Some people are like this. When you haven't spoken to him, you will feel that his face is disgusting and disgusting, but once you have a harmonious communication with him, even if it is just a word, you will feel that he suddenly becomes likable. kiss up.

"It's like making friends with your son."

The sinister man said again.

Zhao Rong raised his brows and wanted to bow, but when he realized that the other party didn't seem to be a scholar, he folded his fists and smiled, "Thank you, brother!"

Sincere expression.

The man of prey also clenched his fists in return.

"Haha." A few spectators sneered, apparently not paying attention to this "meeting by chance" drama.

Seeing someone helping Zhao Rong, Lin Qingxuan's face was gloomy. He squinted and stared at the sullen man. Just as he was about to speak, he stopped and patted the folding fan in the palm of his hand.

That's all, be careful outside, so let's spare this poor person first.

That sullen man is different from Zhao Rong, Lin Qingxuan can see the depth of the latter at a glance, he is a young child without cultivation, while the former, he is somewhat incomprehensible with the cultivation of Fu Yaojing.

Dressed in a capable and powerful suit, with a tall and straight figure, long breathing, and quiet blood, it is likely that he is an accomplished martial artist.

Although the cultivation of the old servant behind him is not low, what if this person is a high-quality martial artist?

Cultivation on the mountain is afraid of "what if".

Thinking of this, Lin Qingxuan's gloomy face suddenly swept away, and he said with a smile:

"It seems that you are lucky. If you don't do anything, someone is willing to give you a bone."

He paused, glanced at the shady man again, and continued.

"Oh, if one bone is not enough, you can come to my son again. This son is very talkative. Seeing that there is no ink in your stomach, it is not difficult for you, as long as you can 'lick' this son to feel comfortable."

After he finished speaking, he shook his fan and walked to the tea room in the lobby without looking back, followed by a few maids.

Only one old servant remained standing in place and continued to line up.

Seeing that the lively master left, the onlookers began to disperse.

Some people shook their heads, feeling that the excitement was interrupted by others, which was not exciting enough.

Some people dismissed it and thought it was ridiculous that the poor scholar kept holding it.

Some people think that the man is nosy and boring.

Zhao Rong ignored them and pushed the Xuanpai and eleven spirit stones in front of the beautiful woman with a flat expression.

"A ferry ticket to Duyou City."

The beautiful woman checked the spirit stone, nodded, and took out a new mysterious plaque from the cabinet and handed it to Zhao Rong.

"There happens to be a ferry going to Duyou City. It has been staying at Longquandu for a few days. It will start again at noon today. Please board the boat on time."

"Right." Zhao Rong took out another silver medal. "Did you Qingfengju sell the ticket for this cross-continental ferry?"

The beautiful woman was quite surprised when she saw the silver medal, it was not cheap.

"Yes, son, this is sold by our Qingfengju to help Weiweishan."

"Is there a time limit for the ticket?"

"No, at any time, as long as there is room in the ferry, you can board with a license."

Zhao Rong nodded and put away the silver medal, and left the counter, but he did not leave immediately, but waited for the sinister man.

Seeing that he had bought the ticket, Zhao Rong stepped forward.

"Thank you for your help just now!"

The sullen man waved his hand and said nothing.

"Under Zhao Rong, the name is Ziyu, I don't know how Xiongtai is called?"

The sullen man hesitated for a moment, then muttered: "Liu Sanbian"

Zhao Rong couldn't help but smile, this name is very particular.

"It's a good name, Zixia said: 'A gentleman has three transformations: looking at his appearance, being gentle, and listening to his words harshly.'"