Chapter 998 Fang Xing’s Plan

The old Confucian scholar who came out of Bai Yujing was confused at that time and didn't know what expression to make!

Fang Xing thought he was not happy, so he warned him earnestly: "Don't underestimate this matter of accounting. This is related to the foundation of my family. I let you take care of the accounts because you have been locked up for a lifetime and have no place." But go, I pity you, I will take care of the accounts with you, and if nothing else, I can still reward you with a hundred taels of elves a month. Also, have you heard of Pantao? That is the treasure of Yaochi, and it is not I'm telling you, I have so many flat peaches on hand now that I can't finish them. As long as you do a good job, I can give you two flat peaches to try... What's your expression? You can't even take care of the accounts. ? The book is gone to the dog’s belly, no wonder you can’t pass the examination as a scholar..."

Every time he said something, the old sour scholar's face became weirder, but Fang Xing hadn't noticed him yet. At this time, all his attention was on Bai Yujing, and he never thought that this old sour scholar was Bai Yujing. The one who came out to deal with him just opened his mouth so that he could get this old scholar to come over and settle the bad debts for him. After all, scholars can settle accounts anyway!

"The account... can still be settled..."

The old sour scholar also had a strange look on his face while Fang Xing was chattering away. After a long time, he slowly spoke.

But this answer surprised even him!

After leaving the Wanbao Tower, the aura that had not appeared for a long time felt like it collapsed...

"That's enough. First, let me calculate how many elves I can get by buying Bai Yujing's 100,000 altars of Immortal Brew!"

Fang Xing breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the old man with satisfaction, and then immediately asked the old man the question.

"Is it okay for you to take office now?"

The old sour scholar was a little confused, but when Fang Xing looked at him, he was also looking at Fang Xing. There seemed to be an indescribable sense of clarity in his turbid eyes, but deep down in his heart, there was also a sense of clarity. Hesitantly, the fingers of the two hands behind his back were tapping each other gently. Each tapping hinted at a change of thought in his heart. However, after looking at Fang Xing for a long time, he could see that he had not looked at it. After breaking his own foundation and taking him to settle accounts, he finally let out a long sigh.

"You have to control your drinking!"

Fang Xing laughed: "It's easy to say, 30,000 jars of immortal brew, you are allowed to embezzle 100 jars!"

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Something shocked the three building owners in Bai Yujing. The battle they expected did not happen at all. The hunched old monster who came out of Bai Yujing actually only stood at the gate of the city, passionately talking to the little devil. After chatting for a few words, he walked back with his hands behind his back. Not only did the little devil show no intention of leaving, he even seemed to be relieved...

"Old sir, this..."

In Bai Yujing, the three building owners were dumbfounded and looked hesitantly at the old sour scholar who had left and returned.

"Prepare 30,000 jars of immortal brew. How much does each jar cost? How much is the total? Calculate it clearly. I want to check the account!"

As soon as the old sour scholar opened his mouth, the three building owners looked strange and didn't know how to answer.

"That little devil..."

The owner of Danxiang Tower waited for a long time before hesitantly looked towards Fang Xing outside the city.

"Come to buy wine!"

The old sour scholar replied lightly, and then said: "Hurry up and take out the account book. I still have to take a look at the account!"

Are you really here to buy wine?

The expressions of Danxianglou and the other landlords were extremely strange, and they felt confused.

However, another poster heard something else from the old Confucian scholar's words: "Then what do you mean..."

"I am now the gatekeeper of their robbery, and also the accountant!"

The old Confucian scholar's answer was not loud, but it completely shocked the three posters at the same time.

"Then...didn't you just..."

The owner of Danxiang Tower stammered, but did not dare to continue.

"He hasn't grown up enough yet for me to take action!"

The old Confucian scholar's answer was calm and gentle, but for a moment the three posters were silent.

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Half an hour later, 30,000 jars of wine were moved out by the warriors in Bai Yujing, and they were built into several large mountains at the gate of the city. It looked like the jars were made of white jade, and the fragrance was fragrant through the bottles. They were carved with various patterns of different colors. , extremely exquisite, Fang Xing casually picked up a jar, knocked off the mud seal on the jar and drank most of it. He exhaled with satisfaction. He didn’t know much about Bai Yujing, but he did know that the person who once had it was Why did the poet who wrote the famous poem "Bai Yujing" miss Bai Yujing so much during his long life of spiritual practice?

"It would have been over if it had been like this!"

Fang Xing glanced at Bai Yujing's three building owners, then casually threw a storage bag over.

"Check the money, no matter it is too much or too little, we will not be responsible!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to explore the air, but he pulled down the clouds, which covered the area in front of the white jade capital city like a fairyland. Then Xing Xing laughed, and the clouds rose up, tens of thousands of altars. The wine was suddenly frightened by him, and the "Gathering Qi into Clouds" technique was revealed. Not to mention the three building owners Bai Yujing, the old Confucian scholar's eyes lit up first.

"Old guy, let's go!"

Fang Xing sat cross-legged on the cloud, slapping his legs and shouting, but that title made Bai Yujing, the three building owners, break out in cold sweat.

However, the old Confucian scholar remained calm and leisurely stepped onto Tengyun. As Fang Xing let out a long roar, a large white cloud rushed into the sky, and then flew straight towards the south like lightning. After a while, it turned into a small dot, and then disappear into the sky...

The three building owners in Bai Yujing have been standing at the city gate, watching the white cloud disappear, and no one spoke for a long time.

"Ouch……"

After a long while, the owner of Danxiang Building accidentally opened the storage bag, was surprised, and shouted in a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

The other two posters woke up from their dream and thought something big had happened, so they asked anxiously.

"There's not enough money..."

The owner of Danxiang Tower said blankly.

"Money is nothing compared to this!"

The other two posters heaved a sigh of relief, feeling angry and laughing, and glanced dissatisfied at the poster of Danxiang Tower.

"The key is……"

The owner of Danxiang Building didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He opened the storage bag and poured out a small pile of elves with a splash. It looked like a purple light and was very exciting, but the number was really pitiful. It was estimated that the total amount was only a few hundred taels. Jing: "This money is too little. The White Jade Immortal Brew is famous in Tianyuan. Yaochi collected a large amount from us when they held the Immortal Fair, and it cost a hundred taels of spirit essence. But this..."

The owner of Danxiang Tower was about to cry without tears: "In normal times, buying just one jar wouldn't be enough!"

"...So what if it's not enough? His housekeeper is so good, why do you dare to go find it and make up for it?"

A landlord from Bai Yujing sighed lowly, causing the three of them to fall into silence at the same time.

Because of this incident, the three of them suddenly felt like they couldn't understand the world.

At this time, Fang Xing had already brought the old Confucian scholar and 30,000 jars of wine, and arrogantly headed towards the Peach Club at the edge of the Demonic Abyss in the South, instructing the old Confucian scholar to follow Fang Lu to count the piles. After a bad debt, he happily ran to the palace on the mountain to see the Evil King Dapeng and the old man Hu Qin. The old Confucian scholar didn't say much. He occasionally glanced at Fang Xing, with deep curiosity in his eyes. At this time When he saw Fang Donkey, he was a little surprised. He followed Fang Donkey in a very talkative manner, looking at him as he walked.

"Hey, why are there barbs on this tail?"

"Hey, how did the natural fire patterns on these scales come about?"

"Hey, has the hair under your scales faded away?"

Fang Donkey was so angry that his teeth itched, and he thought that if the master hadn't told him to be polite to the old man, he would have kicked the old man to death!

"What's your plan for copycat Pantao Club?"

When they entered the hall, Da Jinwu and other juniors were not there, but they heard that Fang Xing had moved the entire peach forest into the Xuan Realm. When they entered Baiduan Mountain, they could no longer suppress their excitement. He ran over to feast his eyes, or rather to feast his eyes, on the fact that Evil King Dapeng, Old Man Huqin, and several other Nascent Soul cultivators from the ancient demon path were all waiting for him in the hall.

They had obviously been discussing for a long time. As soon as Fang Xing came in, without waiting for him to bow to his senior, the Evil King Dapeng spoke.

"What else can we plan to do? Eat peaches and drink wine!"

Fang Xing was stunned for a moment, then laughed, walked over and lay down on the Grand Master's chair next to Evil King Dapeng.

"Now you are also a world-famous Nascent Soul cultivator. You are qualified to claim ancestral status and be an ancestor. However, you are still so clueless in how you speak and act. Now that you have mastered the creation of Baiduan Mountain and captured the Yaochi Peach Forest, it can be said that It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the person who controls the most powerful creation in Tianyuan Continent today. If we don’t make good use of such an opportunity, why should we really hold a picnic and just eat and drink?”

Evil King Dapeng spoke helplessly, held his forehead and lectured softly.

Old man Hu Qin, on the other hand, smiled softly and said: "Xiao Fangxing always seems to be doing things nonsense, but he has his own reasons. He takes the wrong approach, but it always works wonders. We old guys with dogmatic heads are not as good as him. , this time he has done such a big thing, I don’t believe it if he says something in his heart, please don’t be upset, it’s better to hear what his plan is first!”

After hearing this, everyone on the first floor looked at Fang Xing.

"Senior Hu Qin still knows the truth..."

Fang Xing also smiled and secretly disparaged the Evil King Dapeng, and then said with a smile: "I still have a plan!"

"Oh, let's talk about it!"

Several old monks in the hall turned their heads with solemn expressions.

"Hmph..."

Fang Xing sneered: "Isn't Fuyao Palace refusing to give Xiaoman back to me? Then I will rob them of their most precious thing. Now everyone is saying that a catastrophe is coming, so this forest of flat peach trees can be said to be Is this the last batch of fruits in this thousand years? I don’t believe they don’t feel sorry for them. Now I don’t care about anything else. I just keep eating. My teeth got sore from eating them, so I invited my good friends to eat them together. The more I ate, the better I got. It’s so little, it’s gone after eating it, I don’t believe they can hold it back and won’t give Xiaoman back to me before I eat up all these peaches!”

"Um, this is your plan?"

A group of old monks were stunned when they heard this, and they didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"This is just nonsense!"

The old woman from the Qingqiu Mountain Fox Clan couldn't help but slapped the stone case and scolded her.