Chapter 237 Songyang Prefecture Branch

His original weapon was a huge axe as heavy as a door panel, so this big wooden stick was not a big weight for him.

He held the mace in one hand and patted the palm of his other hand twice: "Come here."

He Lingchuan held the long knife and took a deep breath.

To deal with this mountain-like enemy, is it the best way to use cleverness to control force and lightness to deal with heaviness?

He performed the swallow-turning body method, like a swallow skimming the water, and came to Meng Shan in a short time, stabbing his instep with the long knife.

No one's instep can be well protected. If this knife pierces through, Meng Shan's mobility will definitely be damaged.

The light above suddenly dimmed.

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"Wow!"

He Lingchuan shouted and turned over and sat up.

The medicine ape Lingguang, who was eating the melon, was so scared that his claws trembled, and the melon fell to the ground.

He picked it up and looked at He Lingchuan with resentful eyes. It was cold and it was not easy to get such a sweet melon.

He Lingchuan was sweating all over. He reached out and touched the back of his head. He felt that the place where Meng Shan hit him was still aching.

That was a blow that was as powerful as a mountain. He had no way to avoid it. He was knocked out of the ring amid the exclamations of the crowd. The pain was like the back of his head being cracked.

Before he was knocked out of the dream, he heard a crisp snap from his head.

The sound was not loud but very creepy.

He Lingchuan knew that, except for being forcibly awakened, he would only exit the dream unnaturally in one situation:

death.

Damn, his head was really blown up?

Meng Shan was really vicious!

He was really an expert in slapping people.

Lingguang saw him touching his head, breathing heavily, and his eyes were wide open, and couldn't help asking, "Are you okay?"

This was purely out of concern for his employer. After all, He Lingchuan's dead face and cold sweat could only be a nightmare.

"Nightmare." He Lingchuan was disgusted for a long time before he was angry. "I dreamed that I was killed."

It's true that he was a monster who even fought Xiao Xiaowei to a draw. Even Xiao Maoliang was suppressed by Meng Shan at one time. He Lingchuan tried his best but was still beaten away. In fact, he lost well.

The pride and arrogance of defeating the hook were defeated by Meng Shan in an instant.

His previous idea of ​​using lightness to overcome heaviness - shit, it didn't work at all.

Before him, I don't know how many people tried this idea, and without exception, they all lost.

Meng Shan, that guy, is really vicious, but he is also a good opponent.

He Lingchuan clasped his hands together, and snapped, let's take him as the target for the time being.

So far, he has been killed four times in his dreams.

Haha, he is so afraid that he will get addicted.

"Oh, that's fine." Nightmares are not a disease and do not need to be treated. Lingguang returned to the main topic, "By the way, you have completed your foundation building. I have been looking for the next stage of Yin Yang Powder according to the prescription you gave me these days. I have been to almost nine pharmacies. Hmm... it is very expensive and rare."

The secret to He Lingchuan's rapid growth in cultivation is to take Yin Yang Powder.

In simple terms, it is the ability to make money.

Now that the first stage of Ziwu Jue has passed, the prescription of Yin Yang Powder must also be adjusted accordingly. Stronger medicinal properties usually mean a higher price.

He Lingchuan has been mentally prepared for this: "How much more expensive?"

"It's almost four times the original price." Lingguang took out a small grass, "The main expensive thing is the Lianguang grass, which is the main medicine for making Yin Powder. Dunyu's pharmacy can't find a few of them, only enough for half a month. You have to find a way later."

Supply is short of demand, so it is naturally expensive.

This grass is light gray and almost transparent, but it has two blueberry-like fruits, and the overall look is very fragile.

"Four times..." He was wrong. He was not mentally prepared. "Buy it."

During the war, the transportation of materials will definitely be affected. Now the goods going to Xiazhou must be mainly military supplies. Apart from that, the only thing that can make merchants risk going back and forth is the Xiazhou specialty that has been rising in price in the mainland.

As for the rare goods like Lianguang Grass, it is probably difficult to get in Dunyu now.

The silver note with a face value of 100,000 taels is still lying in the storage ring. He Lingchuan must redeem it. A few days ago, his trouble was just spending more and earning less. Alas, I really miss the old days.

He Lingchuan yawned: "Where are my father and the second brother?"

"They went to attend the opening of Songyang Mansion." Lingguang tilted his head, "Only you, the boss, slept until now." It's almost noon.

He Lingchuan woke up at once: "Huh? The new branch of Songyang Mansion is opening today?" Isn't it tomorrow? No, isn't it the day after tomorrow? "They have only been in Dunyu for a short time!" Doesn't it take time to decorate the new store?

Also, why didn't Dad ask him to go with him?

Remembering that he had promised Li Fubo to go to the Songyang Prefecture branch to show his support, He Lingchuan quickly washed and changed his clothes, checked the progress of the broken knife as usual, and hurried out.

He had only been in Dunyu for a few days, but he actually felt that the number of people in the streets and alleys had decreased significantly. Either every household was closed, or the shops along the street were closed. In the early spring, the sense of depression was overwhelming.

Is everyone scared by the news that the Xunzhou army had invaded Xiazhou?

The main street of Dunyu is very long and wide, and there are pedestrians all the time. He Lingchuan urged the carriage to move forward, without looking closely at the shop signs on both sides of the street.

No need to look.

Soon, he smelled the thick smell of gunpowder.

"It's just ahead."

After walking another four or five feet, the ground was full of red firecrackers, which were blown everywhere by the wind.

Two servants were sweeping the street with brooms.

He Lingchuan got off the car here and looked up. Sure enough, there were three gilded characters on the signboard: "Songyang Mansion".

The front of the shop is also very impressive. Even the door panels are made of mahogany. When the four doors are put together, a whole picture of pine trees and cranes in the forest is engraved on it.

Many people even gathered around here to look at the door panel, especially the children who looked at it without blinking——

This picture will move.

Strictly speaking, the pine trees in the carved pictures sway back and forth with the north wind, which really corresponds to the scene of "pine waves". As soon as it swayed, the crane standing on the tree flapped its wings from time to time, and in the pond next to the forest, there were also fish jumping out of the water, making several circles of ripples.

This is no worse than a shadow play.

He Lingchuan knew that this was probably the work of the phantom formation, but the carvings on the door panel were more subtle and showed the strength of Songyang Mansion at all times - the phantom formation consumes energy every second it exists.

So the Dunyu Branch of Songyang Prefecture, which just opened today, is the most beautiful store in the whole street, no, the most beautiful store. Customers come in and out, talking and laughing, and the foot traffic is at least ten times that of the store next door.

But when He Lingchuan saw this scene, he understood that he was late.

There were no servants or carriages at the door, indicating that the dignitaries who came to support the event had left, leaving only the common people who followed suit and lingered around.

How could he sleep until midnight even if he had a nightmare?

He Lingchuan walked into the store and said to the waiter who greeted him: "I am from the General Manager's Office. Is Master Li Fubo and Master Li here?"

Just as the guy was about to speak, a call came from behind: "Master He?"

He Lingchuan looked back and said, "Isn't this Manager Zhao?"

It was Guanshi Zhao who received him at Songyang Mansion in Shihuan City and facilitated the exchange of purple gold pestles for gold. He Lingchuan did not expect that Marquis Songyang would bring him to the north, and he did not see him along the way.

Probably he was too obsessed with spiritual practice and ignored foreign affairs.

Manager Zhao's signature squinting smile appeared again: "You are here. Master Li and the Duke were still talking about it just now."

He Lingchuan scratched his head: "My family has already been here, right?"

"Yes, yes. Manager He and Second Young Master He have just left. They are just the front and back of you."

I don’t know if this is a figure of speech.

Manager Zhao then added: "Your Majesty will be very happy to see you. Please come here."

He Lingchuan followed him to the back room, looking left and right along the way, and found that the layout of the new branch helm was similar to that of the main helm in Shihuan City. There were a dazzling array of goods, and many curious items were placed in the front hall to attract guests' interest.

Only then did he discover that the Songyang Mansion had actually made certain toys into magic weapons. Young masters aged seven or eight couldn't take their eyes away when they walked in. They had to be bought by adults.

As soon as the father inquired about the price, his heart was racing with ten thousand grass and mud horses, but he still had to take out his money bag under his son's earnest gaze.

The back halls are all single rooms, used exclusively for discussing business and appraising treasures.

He Lingchuan passed by the house and found that most of the seven or eight single rooms here were occupied.

Manager Zhao took him further back and climbed the stairs to the attic.

There were traces of new renovations everywhere, and He Lingchuan could smell the smell of pine wood.

The attic was small and quiet, and there was a piano by the window.

As soon as He Lingchuan came in, Marquis Songyang curled out from behind the curtain and said with a smile: "Young Master He is here."

The room was as warm as spring, and she came out dressed in white. Only the collar and sleeves were sprinkled with gold, and a palm-wide gold belt with dark patterns was tied around her waist, making her waist as thin as a willow.

The gold belt was such a tacky decoration, and it was only flattering when worn on her, not vulgar.

"I'm very sorry." He Lingchuan handed over the wrapped gift and lied with his eyes open, "I had something to do and I was late."

"It doesn't matter, just come and it will shine on me." Li Qingge took the gift and handed it to the maid behind him to put it away without opening it on the spot.

Both of them understood that this was just a gift and not important.

"You opened the business very quickly. I thought it would take more than half a month from the time the store was built to the time it was renovated and opened."

Li Qingge led him to sit by the window: "I thought so too, but when I walked into this store, I saw that it has everything. You don't have to think about it. Wouldn't it save trouble?"

The maid served the tea, and He Lingchuan took a sip. The aroma was fragrant in his mouth. The hot tea was very smooth after he drank it, and then it tasted sweet in the throat and tasted a light floral fragrance.

He couldn't help but praise: "Good tea!"

"Your Majesty just praised me in the same way." Li Qingge smiled and waved, and another maid presented an exquisite box, "This is the Jasmine Dragon Ball. I have prepared a copy for you."

"Who is giving this gift to whom?" He Lingchuan said this and accepted it without ceremony.

The two chatted for a while, and Li Qingge talked about the process of repairing the broken knife: "Li Fubo told me that the speed of repairing the broken knife was slower than expected."