When Xiao Er heard this, he looked He Lang and the two up and down, and said, "Our boss is not here on weekdays, if you two have anything to do, tell Xiao Yi, and I will help you pass the word." ”

When He Lang heard this, he also understood, and then said: "You sent a message to inform my cousin He Xiaoting, He Lang came to visit, and invited my cousin to come to a gathering." ”

As soon as Xiao Er heard this, he was shocked, and he said, "Are you the little son of the old club?"

He Lang nodded slightly.

Looking at Xiao Er's expression and attitude as before, he was almost like two people, and he was very enthusiastic to let the two into a small private room.

After a lot of refreshments, he stood on the side and said: "The old club is kind to the little family, and I am so happy to see the little boss today." ”

As he spoke, his eyes moistened, and Xiao Er hurriedly wiped away his tears and asked, "I just heard that Hejiazhuang was destroyed four years ago, and the whereabouts of Xiaodong's family are unknown, I thought you were gone, but I didn't expect to see you again." ”

As soon as He Lang saw that the other party was friendly to his father, he said: "A lot of things happened at that time, so it's my fate." ”

Xiao Er suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly said: "Little boss, wait a minute, I'll go to the main officer, he will be very happy to know that you are coming." ”

Xiao Er said, turned around and went out.

He Lang and Mo Fei'er were confused by the second monk, so they had to wait.

In a moment, the door of the private room was pushed open again, and in came a young man in his early twenties, who had a loyal face and bright eyes, and looked like a kung fu person.

He Lang was shocked when he saw the arrival, he hurriedly got up, greeted the arrival, and said in a loud voice: "Brother Mu, I haven't seen you for a few years, are you okay?"

As soon as the other party saw He Lang, his face immediately showed surprise, he also took two quick steps, held He Lang's hands tightly, and said, "Little Master, is it really you?"

He Lang nodded vigorously and said, "Brother Mu, it's me, I'm back." ”

This person is none other than He Mu, the son of He Manpeng.

He escaped the disaster because he came to work in Hung Fook Building four years ago, but his parents, siblings and siblings died in the disaster.

Later, when he found out that it was the Deadwood Palace, he planned to find the demon desperately, but his skills were not as good as others, and he was injured by his men before he even saw the shadow of the demon.

Even if he was blessed with a great life, he held on to his breath and fled back, but before his injuries healed, he heard that the demon had also been killed, and after that, the hatred gradually receded.

So, the two sat down and talked about the past, and when it came to emotion, they were full of grief and anger.

When He Lang mentioned that He Manpeng's body would be buried outside the Dead Wood Palace, He Mu said that he must retrieve his father's bones and bury them properly, and He Lang also expressed his support.

After saying this, He Lang asked the other party: "Brother Mu, is my father's property still there?"

He Mu sighed before he said: "Master's business has long been carved up, and now this Hongfu Building has also become a different owner." ”

He Lang was surprised and asked, "Hasn't this place been taken care of by my cousin all the time, how did it develop like this?"

He Mu sighed again and again: "He Xiaoting saw that something happened, and he was afraid of being implicated, so he gave Hongfu Building to Bao Zheng, a wealthy man in the city, at a low price. ”

After He Lang heard this, he couldn't help shaking his head, thinking that the family business that his father had worked so hard to run had been ruined so easily, it was really sad and sad.

When He Mu asked what He Lang was doing at the moment, He Lang briefly said a few words about some of the things he had encountered when he went to the upper realm, and He Mu was also very angry after hearing it, and he asked: "Little young master, in the future, what are your plans, are you going to go back to Qingshui City or where?"

He Lang said: "I am now in Qingyu Mansion with a few friends, and I haven't thought about where to go in the future, so I can only take one step at a time." ”

He Mu also suggested that He Lang return to Qingshui City to develop, although the previous industry is gone, there are still many old guys from the past, who can come out to help, and it is not impossible to reshape the past glory.

But He Lang still shook his head and said that he would consider it later depending on the development of the situation.

The next day, He Lang, Mo Fei'er and He Mu went to the place where He Manpeng's body was buried four years ago, and successfully retrieved the remains that had been weathered into white bones, and went to Hejiazhuang to bury the white bones in the tombs of Hejiazhuang's ancestors.

He Lang also made spiritual tablets for his father He Xiaotian and the dead villagers of He Jiazhuang and placed them in the tomb.

He Lang and He Mu waited in front of the tomb for another seven days before returning to Qingshui City.

On the second day after returning to Qingshui City, He Lang said goodbye to He Mu, and returned to Qingyu Mansion with Mo Fei'er, and before parting, he also told He Mu that he was living in the Bishui Pavilion of Qingyu Mansion.

In this way, the things that He Lang had been thinking about in his heart were finally let go.

For the past few days, He Lang has been thinking about what he can do, and now he needs to suppress the Demon Emperor Yuan Shen in his body with the spirit of condensation, in order to prevent the movement of the energy of the soul, he is now completely unable to practice the exercises.

Brother Jing had suggested that he could do business, talisman making, or alchemy to fill the gap on weekdays, he was not very interested in alchemy, thinking that no matter how much he studied alchemy, he would not be able to catch up with Xu Wenguo's achievements, and talisman making originally wanted to learn from the famous predecessors of Qingyumen, but he went out to travel and had no time to return, so he put it down first.

There is also a business that he can try, so he put his mind to it.

In fact, in the Immortal Realm and Galaxy, a region where force is respected, cultivating the exercises and ascending to immortal status is the right path recognized by everyone.

And business is only done by those who have no fairy roots, or who are really not qualified.

There are also many who would rather be servants of the monastic, rather than set up their own doors to do business.

Because in the minds of these people, there is a deep-rooted idea of light business, even if a businessman with a lot of money in his pocket, he is like an ant in front of the monk, and has no status at all.

But He Lang wants to reverse the thinking of these people, he believes that the reason why those people despise businessmen is because what these businessmen do is only to meet their daily needs, the entry threshold is low, the homogeneity is serious, and it is easy to be replaced by others, and there is no competitive advantage at all.

People who make a living like this can't be respected, and over time, in the hearts of the public, they regard doing business as something that they do reluctantly to make ends meet and have no choice but to do it.

Merchants who are also engaged in the trading of monks' elixirs, treasures, secret books, etc., are also superior to others, and most of these people are disciples of the outer sect of the Xianmen, or their relatives and friends.

Their status is much higher than that of pure businessmen who are engaged in providing services to ordinary people.

At present, there are the following major types of trading that can be done by merchants in the upper cultivation realm.

First, it provides basic services such as restaurants, liquor, daily department stores, and transportation for ordinary people, most of which are done by people who cannot cultivate the Tao.

The second is to provide spiritual wine, elixir, various magic weapons and ritual weapons, and things needed by monks. Of course, there are also things that the demons and demons need.

Then there are currency banks, gambling houses, entertainment venues, and service industries.

In general, the difference here is obvious compared to the commercial structure of the earth, there are no high-end technological products, but there is an extremely rich variety of materials required by the monks.

Therefore, here is the market supply and demand relationship oriented by human cultivation, demon cultivation, and demon cultivation.

In the past, He Lang's father was engaged in the spirit wine business, and he was very influential in Qingshui City, and many low-level monks recognized his family's spirit wine.

And He Lang thought in his heart, if he did it, he would have to make something different that could be recognized and accepted by the public, so he thought about it.

Five days later, He Lang and his others moved into a residence specially built for the relatives of the elders.

This residence is in a small independent courtyard in the Bishui Pavilion, and there are many houses in the courtyard.

While Xu Wenguo was sorting out the storage bags in his new home, He Lang walked up to him.

Xu Wenguo used a high-grade storage bag, the storage bag is made by a senior refiner, each of which is inlaid with a piece of jade that recognizes the owner, and the person who buys it only needs to drip the blood of his fingertips on the jade, and every time he takes the item, he only needs to think about it, and the thing can be taken out.

If the storage bag is robbed, ordinary people will not be able to open the bag and take out the items, especially the high-level storage bag, which not only has more space, but also has stronger secrecy, unless the person with extremely high practice is difficult for ordinary monks to open it.

For example, the storage bags of others intercepted by Lan Yun before, he was not able to open them himself, and he asked Ding Hui or his master for help.

At this time, He Lang saw that the things that Xu Wenguo had taken out from the storage bag had been piled up half a person high, and there were all kinds of strange objects in it.

Xu Wenguo saw He Lang's curious look, so he told He Lang about a few of his extremely proud works one by one.

He picked up a round object shaped like the hilt of a sword, and pressed the button in the middle, and a yellow laser pillar suddenly appeared at one end of the round object.

He Lang couldn't help but be curious when he saw it, and asked, "Brother, is this a laser sword?" He Lang remembered that before the crossing, this kind of thing often appeared in Hollywood blockbusters, but he didn't expect Xu Wenguo to make one.

Xu Wenguo pressed the button again, and the laser pillar disappeared again, and he replied: "It's according to that principle, but I've improved it, you see." ”

As he spoke, he pressed the button again, and the yellow pillar of light reappeared, and he picked up a piece of iron that was a foot square in his palm, and the yellow laser cut a big hole everywhere.

When He Lang saw it, he couldn't help but be shocked, the power of this weapon was really terrifying, if there was such a thing in the battle, it could really become a deadly move.

So he hurriedly asked, "Such a good weapon, if it is used in a fight, the effect must be extraordinary, right?"

After He Lang saw this, his mind turned, and some novel ideas seemed to pop up.

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