Chapter 30: Hengtong Juyuan

Meng Xueli thought, I'm not the kind of "selling money", do I look poor?
As everyone knows, in the eyes of others, both of them are teenagers' faces, Xiao Xiaoyun is half a head taller than him, but looks like his brother.
At that time, Ji Xiao wanted to reshape the flesh and soul of Ling Min, and achieved his personal achievements. In addition to the "Reincarnation Pill", the master of the Tianhu Great Realm, many auxiliary materials were needed.
Meng Xueli came to ‘Hengtong Juyuan’ for the first time, nestled in Ji Xiao ’s chest. Passing the third floor, I was hitting the North Beast Mountain Beast Master to buy and sell spirit beasts.
Purple rats, red foxes, and white tigers are trapped in their respective iron cages, twisting and scratching the door violently. The group of people beside the cage chatted lively, bargaining for the 500-level spirit stone.
"Look at this coat color, this appearance is rare in the north, it's really not expensive. I wouldn't sell it unless I was in a hurry to use the money today."
"Don't criticize you, just because it's too much to eat and not easy to use, so cheaper!"
He poked his head out of Ji Xiao's arms. Although the human spirit beast is not a demon monster demon race, he still hurts his kind and feels a sense of peace.
In the desolate atmosphere, as if Ji Xiao stretched out her hand, she would carry him by the neck skin:
"Three thousand top-grade spirit stones, this is your mink."
However, he suffered too much internal injuries and was so feeble that he had to gently rub the neck of Xiao Xiao: "Is Lord Jianzun eager to use money?"
Ji Xiao felt baffled: "... not in a hurry."
Meng Xueli was relieved, and he looked up and licked his jaw to show his loyalty.
Three years later, Jian Zun fell, and things were wrong.
"Hengtongjuyuan" stands upright, and the traffic in front of the door is still the same as before.
The six-storey building has an open lobby and antique furnishings. People with accents and all kinds of dressing come and go.
"Please inside the two fairy masters." The young man greeted him warmly. "Want to see something? Pawns on the first floor, the second floor to buy a magic weapon to buy Lingdan, and the third floor to help you sell treasures."
Meng Xueli pulled Ji Xiao: "I'm not doing business, I'm looking for your money to manage things."
The young man showed a puzzled look: "There is no surname for money."
"Why not?" Meng Xueli touched his nose: "Qian shopkeeper, Qian boss, Qian Dongjia, what do you call him?"
Ji Xiao sighed that he was imperfect in doing things. He knew early today that he should be left with a token for the little fellow. He was about to speak. A middle-aged manager hurried down the stairs. The guys in the lobby and the wandering guests were startled. They both stared at them and thought something was wrong.
But seeing the stewards respectfully salute, and even said negligently: "Noble upstairs please."
The stairs turned back long, and the stewards led the way. After the third floor, the more and more quiet, I heard the hustle and bustle downstairs, close to the top floor, only a few people's footsteps.
Meng Xueli carefully perceives the surroundings, and suddenly notices something, and a trace of vigilance rises in his heart, subconsciously taking two quick steps to protect his disciples behind him.
In the "Hengtong Juyuan", there is actually a Mahayana realm, the realm is no different from the real person of Hanshan. Why do such strong men appear in shops?
Meng Xueli: "Where are we going?"
The manager responded respectfully: "Go to the real person."
Meng Xueli looked slightly cold: "I don't see any real people, I look for money to manage things."
Waiting for an explanation from the manager, they had stood at the end of the corridor, in front of a door of Linghua, and the manager retired.
Ji Xiaoshuo pushed the door in, and Meng Xueli feared that he might have an accident and hurried to take the lead.
Meng Xueli thought about it, there was no flood beast in the door, just an ordinary study, the desk was huge, with pen, ink, account, and abacus.
A monk dressed as a scholar with a young face turned up after the case and pointed a fan in his hand: "Please sit down."
Meng Xueli hesitated: "This senior ..."
The scholar waved his hand familiarly: "What's so polite. You are a real fellow of Ji Xiao, whose name is Meng Xueli, right?"
Meng Xueli was slightly surprised: "Do you recognize me?"
He hasn't been to Hanshan for three years, and he was still weak and sable last time he came here.
And he knew that in the eyes of men, mink looked the same.
The scholar didn't answer, and carefully looked at his clothing: "The silver pattern on your cloak is a set of formations. It's spotless and warm and warm, and there is no second one in the world. Unfortunately, the cold mountain veins are extremely cold and changed Elsewhere, you can wear it and lie in the snow. Am I right? "
Meng Xueli was at a loss: "I don't understand this."
The scholar smiled: "You don't understand, I understand. This was taken from me three years ago by Jianzun. So I know you."
Meng Xueli saw that the person in front of him was not malicious, but could not understand his intention: "... Thank you."
"No thanks. It should be."
Ji Xiao was wearing an ordinary white robe of Hanshan disciple, and the scholar doubted: "This is ..."
Ji Xiao's face did not change color, standing behind Meng Xueli.
Meng Xueli solemnly said: "This is the big disciple under my door, Xiao Zhiyun."
The scholar praised: "Good bone!"
Meng Xueli tentatively said: "My companion once said that his private warehouse is located in" Hengtong Juyuan ", and the warehouse manager surnamed Qian."
Ji Xiao came in a hurry three years ago and took the materials and left. Meng Xueli doesn't know what money management is like.
"Yes, Qian Yuzhi, the despise person, is the Jianzun Private Treasurer." The scholar laughed, "There are not many people who have seen me here, and they are called real people. If you look for money in the lobby, no one will agree."
Meng Xueli nodded wildly, thinking that Ji Xiao didn't tell me that the manager was a Mahayana practitioner.
Ji Xiao thought to himself that, after three years of absence, Master Qian went up for training.
With a bang, Qian Yuzhi started a folding fan, and the four big characters ‘He Qi Sheng Cai’ in black ink on white.
He shook his fan and asked, "Is Elder Meng coming to fetch the spirit stone, or do I need a magic weapon or immortality?"
Meng Xueli sat down and swept across Ji Xiao as if unintentionally: "Let's see the private library, is it convenient to open it now?"
Ji Xiao coughed lightly. He originally thought that Xiaodao Lu went down the mountain to enter the city and wanted to take only a few instruments. After all, he became a master, and it was normal to give apprentices to worship teachers.
"'Private bank' is just a concept." Qian Yuzhi seemed to hear something interesting, but he didn't dare to laugh. "Jianzun's industry is under the name of businesses, businesses and money houses are not countable, and they are not counted outside the world. It's just this scale There are more than six hundred shops ... If Elder Meng wants to see the storage warehouse of Hengtongjuyuan, he can open it. "
Meng Xueli realized that he seemed to be making a joke: "This is it."
Qian Yuzhi thought he was young and ignorant, and explained patiently: "After the Sword Sovereign proves the sanctification, each school sent a gift to visit Hanshan. Just at the junction of north and south, an unowned spirit stone vein mine was opened. 'Auspicious Rui', congratulations on his sanctification, he has no heart, and he doesn't want to take over the pulse mine, so I will take care of his money for him, and charge him 50% every year as a management fee.
"Money makes money, it's profitable. It's been more than a hundred years since I opened a pawnshop and a business firm. He never pays attention to the business, whether it's a profit or a loss, what he wants every time, what he wants, just come here to find me. At present, the largest expenditure is the construction of Changchun Peak. "
Meng Xueli only knew the sensational events that Ji Xiao had done, but did not understand the past life of Ji Xiao. It sounded very interesting to listen to these, his eyes were bright, and he nodded again and again.
Qian Yuzhi thought that it was clearly a child. He was only 16 years old when he was a naturalized citizen. Brother Ji Xiao was also embarrassed to start.
He opened the dark shelf of the bookshelf behind him, and took out a thin booklet: "This is the original account book 100 years ago."
Then pointed to the tall bookshelf leading straight to the roof: "These are the accounts of recent years."
Finally, the folding fan knocked on the books accumulated on the table: "This is the latest general ledger. It was just calculated on New Year's Eve last night. Please elder Meng."
Meng Xueli froze for a moment: "... you worked hard."
Qian Yuzhi said: "It's not hard, I'm a supervisor. It's really interesting to see what Mr. Bookroom plans to do."
Meng Xueli didn't understand this kind of fun, opened a book, only to see neat writing and clear format.
But after reading a few pages, he felt dizzy and his ears buzzed. He didn't know how to distinguish the upper and lower class instruments, how much value the exotic plants had, and how much running water a shop had every year.
Let me compare swords, he thought.
Qian Yuzhi saw that his face was wrong and he began to make tea. Ji Xiao took the tea cup and handed it to Meng Xueli: "Don't worry."
Meng Xueli thought about it, and simply gave up completely, and the art had a specialization, maybe Ji Xiao could not understand.
Meng Xueli asked: "If all the magical tools, immortals, and spirits in the private library are replaced with spirit stones, I mean that no matter what, they will all be replaced with spirit stones. There are a total of millions and thousands. Ten thousand? "
Qian Yuzhi shook his head and smiled: "You haven't learned the way of calculation, I will tell you the numbers, and you have no idea. It is better to make an analogy, 'Vangu Changchun Formation' costs 30,000 spirit stones every year, if there are 300 Ten thousand, enough to support the formation for a hundred years, right? "
Meng Xueli nodded, thinking about three million, a lot.
Qian Yuzhi: "From now on, I will send you three million spirit stones every day. It will take 1,500 years to empty the private library. How long is 1,500 years? Enough to build another Hanshan Sword School."
Meng Xueli opened his mouth slightly and spit out a word: "Ah?"
Ji Xiao patted the back of his hand with a little comfort.
Meng Xueli eased his breath and coughed twice: "I'm sick, I just don't know, my mate has so much money."
Ji Xiao thought, I did n’t know that I had so much money.
Qian Yuzhi shook the folding fan of "He Qi Sheng Cai" and smiled: "When a person is very powerful and has a high reputation, all the best resources in the world will lean towards him intentionally or unintentionally. This is the rule of the world. Like a sword. Respect for such a person, he wants to have no money? That is more difficult. "
Meng Xueli couldn't understand it, and he said nothing for a moment: "No, it's because of you, you take care of it! Does he not allow you to practice, only let you do these things?"
Qian Yuyi was stunned: "I like to do these things. In the entire Hanshan, only Brother Ji Xiao and Brother Hu Si understand me, so I can be a 'private bank manager'! Elder Meng, you won't want to remove me and let me Go back and practice the sword? "
Meng Xueli heard him say Han Shan, also called Ji Xiao and Hu Si as brothers, and hurriedly explained: "No, I misunderstood, you came from Han Shan Jianpai?" I don't know how it relates to Ji Xiao.
Ji Xiao sighed in his heart, that those absurd and old things of Hanshan were to be known by Tao Lu.
Sure enough, Qian Yuzhi sighed: "This is a long story ..."
Meng Xueli poured tea for him: "It's okay, just start from the beginning."
Qian Yuzhi's face showed nostalgia: "When I was a kid, I opened a pawnshop at home. When I was young, I would count the money and entertain guests. My father and mother said that I was good material for doing business. When I was twelve, I met The elders of Hanshan's apprentices were tested to learn the roots of Jian Jian, and were confused into the Hanshan Sword School.
"Everyone says that the practice is good. The longevity is indispensable. The Master said that I am talented, I have high hopes for me. Leave it to me ... At that time, my master was dead, and no one urged me to practice sword again. I suddenly began to think, what is the purpose of monasticism? As the master of the peak, I don't like to practice swords, but unfortunately nobody understands. "
If Meng Xueli was still the King of Snow Mountain, he would despise this statement when he heard this. The demon world is weak and strong, and the strong is the king. But he relived once more, and he knew how to accept the difference. He asked: "Other people don't understand you, Ji Xiao real people understand you?"
Qian Yuzhi knocked the table with a folding fan: "Of course he understands that his brother doesn't like to practice sword!"
Ji Xiao thought, not the same. Hu Woo was just addicted to miscellaneous studies, did not like to practice swords, you did not like to practice.
It seems that one child likes to read, but doesn't like private school, and the other doesn't even like to read.
But the twisted melon is not sweet, you do n’t want to be the master, can I put the sword around your neck?
Qian Yuzhi said: "When I asked to go down the mountain, the whole person was suddenly cheerful. I just like to earn money and take care of business, which is not wrong. Even if it is just a few decades, I have to live the day I like. Who wants to joke , Let them go jokes. "
He didn't want to lift a lake into the sky, beyond the world; nor did he want to save the world and make rules to change the world. He just wanted to accept himself.
Meng Xueli was fascinated by the story: "And then?"
"Then Jianzun helped my younger brother to be Bibifeng's master. He did a good job. I also got my wish. I felt comfortable every day, and my heart's stagnation dissipated for a hundred years. The cultivation went up inexplicably and quickly. All rejoice!"
Ji Xiao thought helplessly, making up a mess, where did your brother do well?
He forged my handwriting and brought it to you for auction. Thought I didn't know?
The author has something to say:
Real man Qian: Thank you. Unwilling to practice the sword, just want to make money.