863 Chapter 863 Teach Me to Fake

However, this monk with a bit of embarrassment on his face took out a ginseng from the Qiankun bag in the next moment. Eight?? One Chinese w≈w=w≤． ≤8≥1≥z≤w≤． ≤com

"Young master, this is old wild ginseng, pure wild and aged. Look at the texture, the stripes and the flavor of the ginseng. It's a good thing. If you don't want to borrow it, it doesn't matter, I will sell this medicine to you. If you go to buy such a good thing, you can't buy it with ten thousand silver coins. The son has a fate with me, and I will sell it to the son for five thousand!"

Feng Jiu glanced at the ginseng, and said with a half-smile, "No need, I don't need this thing either. If you have this thing, if you sell it, it will be money. How can you be short of money."

"Isn't this just because the young master is generous, and he is not short of this money? Besides, I don't want to be too troublesome." He said with a shy face and a smile.

"Is that so?" She touched her chin and asked, "This one is too few, do you have any? Or, something else?"

Hearing this, the cultivator's eyes lit up: "I have some, I have quite a few, why don't we find a place to sit down and talk?"

"It's too time-consuming to sit down and talk, so let's do it! There's no one in the alley in front, where should we go to chat?" She looked at an alley in front of her and gestured.

"Okay, sir, please, please." He hurriedly made a gesture of invitation and walked to the alley with him.

Feng Jiu stepped into the alley, followed by Leng Shuang and Leng Hua, the sister and brother did not know what medicine she sold in the gourd? They looked at each other and followed quietly.

When he got to the alley, the man took out more than 20 precious medicinal materials from the Qiankun bag, among which there were several old ginseng, he placed it on the ground and looked at Feng Jiu: "Young master, look, which one do you like? Whatever you say, I will give you the cheapest price."

"Even this?"

Feng Jiu squatted on the ground, picked up one of the herbs and smiled, then put it down, picked up the other and looked at it, and finally, after looking at each herb, she asked with a smile, "How much are you going to give? What about the seal fee?"

When the cultivator heard this, he was stunned for a moment and asked, "What, what?"

"Selling counterfeit medicines is a serious crime, you are not small!" She glanced at the cultivator: "Tell me! How much hush money do you give? If there is no benefit, hehe..."

Hearing this, the male cultivator was startled and knew that he had met a master. He immediately gathered up the four corners of the cloth spread on the ground, rolled up the things, and wanted to leave: "What kind of fake medicine? You don't need to buy it, you can't slander me like this. ."

However, when he was about to run away, he was blocked by the man and the woman. He couldn't help but turn his head and stare at the red-clothed boy: "What on earth are you trying to do?"

"Holding fee." She said with a slight glint in her eyes and a squinting smile.

"I have no money."

"Does this son look like someone who lacks money?" She glanced at him contemptuously.

"Then what hush money do you want?" he asked, frowning.

"Your fake medicine is very real, how do you do it? Teach me."

As soon as she said this, the male cultivator's eyes widened inconceivably, glaring at him: "You, you can't even think about it!"

Hearing this, she raised her eyebrows: "So, do you want me to report you for selling fakes? At that time, the punishment will not only be for the royal family, but even the pharmacy guild will not make you feel better."

The male cultivator's face turned pale, of course he knew the seriousness of the matter, but he didn't expect to sell it with something.