Chapter 17: Qixuan

Holding sixty taels of silver and a wooden box, Jiang Ding walked out of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce with a trace of excitement in his heart.

Old medicines of several decades naturally cannot be taken raw; it is too wasteful and may be poisonous. His plan is to entrust a large pharmacy to refine them into pills.

Because he had no money, he could not pay the processing fee and buy auxiliary medicinal materials, so he could use part of the medicinal materials to offset it.

"The Qixuan Sect is back?"

"Who says it isn't? It seems like it's today..."

Passing by a teahouse, Jiang Ding's ears moved, he stopped, went in, ordered a cup of clear tea, and looked at the scenery of the street.

Well, he wouldn't touch any food from the otherworld without processing.

It wasn't just Jiang Ding; other guests also looked over here with interest.

"You guys are farting!"

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Until his voice was hoarse.

Everyone discussed it heatedly, some excited, some hateful, each with their own opinions.

Many nobles surrounded them enthusiastically. Gong Caiyu suddenly looked in a certain direction, but there was nothing.

Winding around, he returned to his small shop. There were still very few people, and one or two came to the door from time to time.

The drinker saw this and smiled: "It is the engagement of the Young Marquis and Gong Caiyu, the daughter of the late Qixuan Sect Master, Fairy Feixue. Since the Qixuan Sect and the Marquis of Zhendong's Mansion are one family, it is only natural to re-establish the mountain gate."

The Qixuan Sect was a major martial arts sect that had taken root in Dongling Prefecture for over a thousand years. It could be said to be deeply rooted and lush. Everyone present was probably involved with the Qixuan Sect's industries or had even been an old disciple of the Qixuan Sect.

The relaxed harmony disappeared quickly.

The little beggar didn't say a word, neither resisting nor wailing.

Going out, avoiding the crowd, he walked towards Lanban Street where the general store was located.

However, the appearance could still be vaguely seen; it was the grandson of the herb-gathering old man in the ruined temple.

Jiang Ding sighed: "Manager Huang, you must know that everyone's patience has a limit."

The little beggar's clothes were worn, full of strange smells and grease, and there were wounds on his face and arms, some already scarred, some still oozing blood.

Other beggars beat him for a while, felt bored, cursed, and left.

Yang Laoyao stuffed a piece of beef and toasted in this direction from afar.

Zhang Ziteng continued to transmit sound: "I know you don't like Young Marquis Tang Qingjie, and his reputation is a bit dissolute, but none of that matters. The flesh is just a skin bag, and the love of young people is just a dream bubble. You will know these later."

"What's wrong, niece Caiyu?"

In the poor street area, there are too many such things, and it is hard to say who is right and who is wrong.

Walking into Lanban Street, the street was old without gorgeous decorations, the ground was pitted, and there was a strange smell in the air, but Jiang Ding felt a relaxed and harmonious emotion.

The whole restaurant was silent, and a needle could be heard, and then it boiled with a "boom," and the crowd swarmed towards the Marquis's Mansion.

Jiang Ding glanced at the little beggar who was beaten by a group of beggars and continued to walk towards the general store.

"Beat you to death! Dare to steal my things!"

"As long as the mountain gate can be re-established, the founder's foundation will not be ruined in your hands. As long as you advance to the Primordial Realm, everything is worth it." Gong Caiyu was silent.

A staggering sound of footsteps came from behind, as if he was struggling to catch up regardless of his injuries, as if it were the only hope for survival.

"Knowing mistakes is good. People will make mistakes, just correct them." Jiang Ding pointed to the little beggar behind him and said lightly: "This..."

"Dog bastard!"

"Young Master's great kindness!"

Jiang Ding didn't pay attention to him and walked back to the small courtyard.

"Yeah! Yang Laoyao, you kid wouldn't be specifically here to cheat this master out of wine and meat, would you?"

"Can."

"Yang Laoyao, you are hanging your mother's appetite!"

"It's only been half a month, and you kid has done two major things for me!"

The little beggar was pleasantly surprised. He wanted to kowtow, but seeing that the person had already left, he hurriedly followed.

Gong Caiyu smiled reluctantly: "Fifth Uncle, nothing."

"Really or fake? Aren't you afraid that 'Sea-Splitting Saber' Wei Xian of the Golden Blade Sect will come again?" Jiang Ding stopped his footsteps and turned around.

"Proprietor, Deyou knows he was wrong." Huang Deyou trembled.

"This is a long story..."

"Waiter, bring a pot of Dongshan old wine, a plate of snacks, and two plates of sauce beef to this table!"

"Young Master, my grandfather is dead."

After speaking, he turned and left.

The little beggar's suppressed emotions suddenly collapsed, and he wailed: "Killed by those men in black, grandfather pushed me into the river, but he himself..."

"The Marquis, the Young Marquis, and a group of guests from the Marquis's Mansion have gone out!"

This person is the fifth elder of the Qixuan Sect, Zhang Ziteng, nicknamed "Azure Hawk Iron Sword." It is rumored that his sword is like an azure hawk descending from the sky, like a bird of prey grabbing a grass rabbit, and the sword momentum is majestic and heavy. Ordinary experts cannot take a single sword and are already dead.

"Proprietor..."

An old man with a few long beards saw her distraction and asked via sound transmission.

Soon, only Jiang Ding sitting upright and Yang Laoyao eating and drinking meat remained in the restaurant. Even the waiter and the shopkeeper were nowhere to be seen for a while.

And the drinker's words stopped abruptly, not saying anything, causing a group of people to curse.

When poor, be good to yourself; he couldn't manage it.

"Young Master, can I follow you?" The little beggar asked in a low voice.

Jiang Ding listened quietly to his incoherent wailing.

Jiang Ding said quietly: "My shop is missing a hand. If you are interested, come and try it."

He wouldn't take the initiative to do anything, but since he came to the door and the other party was a child, he would help a little.

"Everyone, it's not a secret matter."

At this time, someone shouted outside.

The Marquis of Zhendong's Mansion was originally located in the most prosperous place, only a few streets away from here. Looking from here, one could still see teams of neat black-armored soldiers surrounding a group of people. The nearby streets had been blocked, and the lineup was very large.

Before long, Huang Deyou ran over with a pale face, wanting to kneel, but was stopped by a sword scabbard. He was sweating profusely, didn't dare to say a word, and just stood straight.

Everything has a price. Long San let it go, which consumed his own favor.

The other party had experienced a lot during these days, and suddenly meeting him, who had once shown kindness, his emotions were a bit out of control.

When the Qixuan Sect was destroyed, he happened to be visiting relatives, and "Sea-Splitting Saber" Wei Xian was so proud that he naturally wouldn't spend time specifically looking for him, so he was lucky to escape.

As soon as Huang Deyou saw Jiang Ding, his face turned pale and he stood still.

After a long time.

Someone speculated: "Although the Marquis of Zhendong's Mansion cannot compare to the Golden Blade Sect, it represents the face of the imperial court after all, one of the twelve pillars of the sky in the past. The Golden Blade Sect may not dare to move the Marquis's Mansion's marriage ties."

There were also sensible guests who called out.

They really had to care.

Everyone was skeptical.

!.

Jiang Ding nodded slightly, threw a rice-grain-sized silver particle at the counter, and got up to leave.

"You must know that although the Golden Blade Sect is powerful, it cannot compare to the imperial court."

"It's also possible."

The Marquis's Mansion and the Qixuan Sect are both behemoths. Any change will affect the livelihood of many people. If not handled properly, it is not impossible to go from rich to poor.

Taking a sip of wine, Yang Laoyao said angrily: "This is what my uncle who works in the Marquis's Mansion told me, and it's today. Can this be fake?"

"Niece Caiyu,"

"Young Master, I am Han Lin."

"Brother Han, please arrange a suitable job for him. Also, start collecting animal specimens. Insects, birds, mosquitoes, etc., all small ones are needed. The price is still one wen per specimen."

"Yes, Proprietor!"

Huang Deyou looked at the little beggar's polite appearance with his peripheral vision, and his heart tightened.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 18 =====