Chapter 61

Hou Hou Guanshi was very straightforward, and packed all eight jars of spirit wine Zhuyeqing on the spot, complaining about why Liu Xiaolou had been delayed for so long this time, saying that the upper-level disciples of the sect had been without wine for several days.

This time he took the initiative to pay with spirit stones, because there was no cash on him. Liu Xiaolou glanced at Hou Zhishi who was going down the mountain again, only feeling a chill on his scalp, and hurriedly agreed.

Hou Zhishi, the only one who recognized himself in the Qingyu Sect, came. Can this business continue? Liu Xiaolou had no bottom in his heart. Therefore, get the spirit stones first.

One spirit stone for two jars of Zhuyeqing is the price at ordinary times. Naturally, it won't be like this at this moment. The eight jars of Zhuyeqing in front of him, Hou Hou Guanshi gave a total of six spirit stones. For this, Liu Xiaolou didn't bargain again. In just over half a month, from the initial seventy or eighty taels of silver, it turned into the current six spirit stones. He was very satisfied, and he was also worried that if he pulled with Hou Hou Guanshi for the price, Hou Zhishi, the brother of Hou Hou Guanshi, would turn back, then it would be a loss.

While Hou Hou Guanshi ordered the servants to carry the wine, Liu Xiaolou tried to send the pheasant, and Hou Hou Guanshi was really happy, holding the pheasant and looking at it repeatedly: "Never seen this kind of wild game, where did you hit it? Is it delicious?"

Liu Xiaolou accompanied with a smile: "When passing by Mount Wuling, I happened to run into it, so I hit it to give the steward a taste. This beast is extremely agile and has some spirituality. I chased it for two days before taking it down."

Hearing the two words "spirituality", Hou Hou Guanshi was even happier, praising it again and again, simply loving it, and the two servants came over to take the pheasant, but were slapped away by him.

Taking advantage of his happiness, Liu Xiaolou tried to ask: "Just now, a deacon surnamed Hou looked at the goods here, is it your brother, Hou Hou Guanshi?"

Hou Hou Guanshi smiled: "Oh? Have you heard of my brother? That's right, it's my brother, my own brother."

Liu Xiaolou arched his hands: "Long admired, long admired!"

After Hou Hou Guanshi left, Liu Xiaolou fell into a thought, and suddenly said to Zuo Gaofeng and Tan Bazhang beside him: "The brother of this Hou Hou Guanshi is a visiting deacon of the Qingyu Sect, specializing in patrolling the mountains and arresting bandits..."

Tan Bazhang asked: "Do you also want to curry favor with his brother?"

Zuo Gaofeng was moved: "Something is going to happen!"

Tan Bazhang still didn't understand: "What?"

Zuo Gaofeng explained while packing the specialties he sold: "Go! Didn't you hear Hou Hou Guanshi say? His brother was summoned to the mountain by the elders of the Qingyu Sect overnight, overnight! They were all summoned to the mountain!"

This time even Tan Bazhang realized something: "Yes, what is this for?"

Zuo Gaofeng said: "No matter what it is for, since there is a sign, let's avoid it for a while. Although the Qingyu Sect is generous, there is no need to take risks."

Liu Xiaolou added: "I know his brother, the deacon Hou. Just now, he was wandering here, but he was constantly glancing at people. He was not looking at the goods, he was looking at people!"

Zuo Gaofeng had already packed up, carried two large bamboo baskets on his shoulder pole, poked his head and looked around, seeing that Guimeng Cliff was still lively, and there seemed to be no change for the time being, so he said: "Let's go one by one, don't be public. Xiaolou, you go first."

Liu Xiaolou said: "Gorge Master Zuo, Brother Tan, you go first, I will go to notify Longshan Sanren and the others."

Tan Bazhang said: "I will accompany Xiaolou, Zuo brother, you go first."

Zuo Gaofeng sighed: "Xiaolou is so righteous, we can't be heartless. Let's notify the fellow practitioners one by one and let them withdraw one by one."

Time is urgent. Liu Xiaolou first paced to Longshan Sanren and whispered: "Sanren, the situation is not right, let's avoid it for a few days."

Longshan Sanren was stunned, said no more, packed the stall neatly, and went down Guimeng Cliff swaying.

Then it was Lingling Ke. This guy ran fast, and didn't even want the two unsold beehives. He got up and ran, attracting several people beside his stall to look at him inexplicably, not knowing why he was like this. Liu Xiaolou was also speechless, secretly saying that Brother Wei was indeed right, this guy is really not a thing. Whoever manages him next time is a grandson!

Then there were Huang Ye Xian of Yunu Cave, the Ma brothers of Wuzi Peak, Jiang Feihu of Feihu Cave, Zhang Shihua of Shihua Valley, Old Hu Du of Hulu Mouth. These people were not particularly familiar with Liu Xiaolou, but for the sake of being fellow Daoists of Mount Wulong, Liu Xiaolou notified them one by one, and notified one every cup of tea time.

Everyone is a fellow Daoist, and their keen perception of danger has long been engraved in their bones. Without Liu Xiaolou's explanation, they left when they should, but they didn't look as unbearable as Lingling Ke, and each left calmly.

The Seven Heroes of Mount Guzhang had many people and great momentum, so Liu Xiaolou didn't notify them, and told Qing Jie to notify the Seven Heroes of Mount Guzhang after Qing Jie finally notified them.

His side was notified, Liu Xiaolou nodded to Tan Bazhang and Zuo Gaofeng, and didn't be polite, went down the mountain first, looked back when leaving, Guimeng Cliff was still lively, for the temporary market of nearly two hundred stalls, the absence of these dozens of stalls was not conspicuous.

After going down the mountain, Liu Xiaolou guarded at Uncle Tian's house and waited. From time to time, he saw a fellow practitioner from Mount Wulong leave in a hurry. By the afternoon, even the Seven Heroes of Mount Guzhang came down. They carried shoulder poles and carried baskets, and the movement was really not small.

Zuo Gaofeng and Tan Bazhang didn't come down from this mountain road, they should have taken another mountain road, but they undoubtedly left, because Liu Xiaolou told Qing Jie to notify the Seven Heroes of Mount Guzhang after they left.

At this point, Liu Xiaolou was finally relieved. Even if the Qingyu Sect suddenly turned against him, they would catch loose cultivators from other places, and it had nothing to do with Mount Wulong.

His steps were light, he returned to Wuchao Town along the Wuchao River bank, returned to his secluded small courtyard, and continued to practice steadily.

It is still the seventh acupoint of the Hand Jueyin Meridian—the Daling acupoint. It was impacted halfway more than half a month ago and there were no spirit stones. Now holding six spirit stones in his hand, he continued to impact.

Late at night, the courtyard door was suddenly knocked loudly. As soon as Liu Xiaolou heard the knocking, he knew who it was.

After opening the door, Qing Jie flashed in, looked at the outside of the door very nervously, and closed the door. She was covered in sweat, her chest heaving, and she couldn't catch her breath.

"What's wrong, Qing Jie?"

"Hu... something happened..."

"Don't panic, take your time..."

"I didn't panic, I was just tired, running all the way... Xiaolou, you don't know, as soon as the sun went down, Guimeng Cliff was surrounded... Hu... more than a hundred people from the Qingyu Sect came, all caught, and then screened. Those of us who didn't practice were released, the rest..."

"How is it?"

"Don't know yet, in short... very fierce!"