There is a small town at the foot of Zimingzong Mountain, called Ziming Town. Most of the townspeople are ordinary people, who have lived here for generations, and the people are very hospitable. Moreover, Ziming Sect has an unwritten rule that when you go out, you need to go to Ziming Town to ask for a blessing bag to bless you with peace and security.

There is an old street in Ziming Town, called - Don't Nian Zi. There is an old tree next to the old street, called - Wakaki.

The two have been dependent on each other for many years, spending many days and nights in strong winds and rains. The old tree has taken root here for many years and has become a famous prayer tree in Ziming Town. The old trees have attracted a lot of attention to the old street, maintaining the vitality of the past.

Today, under the Wakaki tree stands a man in white who looks like a foreigner. He stood here for a long time, about three hours. For this reason, he received a lot of strange eyes. The townspeople, as strange as they felt, didn't bother this strange stranger.

It's no wonder that they (she) are also depressed because the man in white at this time, Guimu, is also very depressed. According to the news he heard in the sect, no matter who stood under the tree, as long as there was a quarter of an hour, a bulging red lucky bag would fall from the tree. But living beings can only receive their blessings three times in their lifetime, and any more will not be a blessing, but a curse.

"Is it providential? He didn't want me to leave, so he didn't give me a blessing bag. ”

Katsuragi was talking to himself, and his voice was so small that only he could hear it. He looked up at the bulging red blessing bags on the branches of Wakaki, and looked at the swaying, but none of them actually fell. Gui Mu thought to himself, 'Why don't you go back and say goodbye to the master, and say that this is the will of God'.

At the same time, a tiny crack appeared in the sky above Ziming Town, and a green-sleeved arm stretched out from the crack.

At the same time as the blue-sleeved arm appeared, the Heavenly Dome Texture Avenue and the air in Ziming Town stood still for a moment, as if frozen in ice.

The arm didn't linger in the Sky Dome for long, and after throwing some objects below Ziming Town, it quickly disappeared above the Sky Dome, and at this time, the Sky Dome was still in the past, and the hand seemed to have never appeared.

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Ziming Town suddenly thought that under the Ruomu tree next to Zi Street, a man in white had his back to Ruomu, preparing to leave this sad place. This person is the impatient Katsuragi.

At this moment, a bulging red lucky bag fell from the sky. Slammed it on Katsunaku's head. He immediately held his head in his hands and squatted on the ground. Resisting the pain, he said.

"Sooner or later, one day I will cut you, half of it will be put in the kitchen for fire, and half of it will be made into a wooden stake. You wicked old tree. ”

Guimu turned his head and glared at it viciously, his teeth cracked, and his ugliness was revealed. On the other hand, on the Wakagi side, the breeze floats, and the branches and leaves sway from side to side. It's like saying, 'It's not me, it's not me.'"

Guimu scolded a few words, but if you really do it, go forward and kick the trunk a few times. He definitely didn't dare to do it, because this old tree was an existence that even his senior brother had to salute for three points, so he didn't dare.

Katsuragi left the scene of the crime with a scolding, leaving Wakaki with a slightly embarrassed back.

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Next door to Purple Street is another street – wide and narrow.

The caravan walked slowly on the wide and narrow road, and the leader of the group was a young lady, dressed in green, with an embroidered scarf-like green cloth wrapped around her hand, her appearance was very beautiful, and her walk was even more rippling.

On the way, when she met the familiar residents of the town, she would greet them one by one very politely. She led this caravan for a short time, but she came to Ziming Town a lot of times, since she was sensible, her father would take her here to do business, and she became familiar with the residents of the town.

At this time every three years, it is a good time for the goods in Ziming Town to sell well, and people who come from all over the country to participate in the selection and cultivation of Ziming Sect will settle in the town. In this way, a broad business chain is driven.

The green-clothed woman's name is Ziyan, her surname is Zeng, and she is from Qingquan County.

Qingquan County is not far from Ziming Town, and if you ride a horse faster, you can get there in three days. If a caravan like the Zeng family travels slowly, it will take seven or eight days.

The caravan stopped next to an old pharmacy called 'No. 1 in the World', and Ziyan stepped forward to talk to the shopkeeper of the pharmacy, presumably talking about the price. The coachmen of the group unloaded the medicinal materials for this transaction on the side.

Traveling with Ziyan was an elderly housekeeper named Wuma, as for the surname, he didn't say it, and no one dared to ask privately. He is the patriarch of the Zeng family, and his status in the Zeng family is very special. In the past, he followed Ziyan's father to do business, and he overcame obstacles all the way to have the current Zeng family. It can be said that without him, it would take at least ten years for the Zeng family to reach today's glory.

"Grandpa Wu, Shopkeeper Wang said that all the medicinal materials can be accepted this time, but I don't know about the next year. His shop has been transferred to someone else, and I don't know what the next shopkeeper will think of our business. ”

Speaking of the back, Ziyan is obviously a little lacking in confidence. After all, doing business with the shopkeeper Wang was based on his father's relationship, and now that his father has handed it over to her, the original affection is much less. It has become a little difficult to want the king's shopkeeper to intercede in front of the new shopkeeper. And in recent years, the aura of medicinal herbs in Qingquan County has become less and less, and the quality has declined to a great extent. So the likelihood of the new shopkeeper accepting this business is very small, unless he doesn't care about losing money, but is there such a businessman?

The answer is, yes.

While Ziyan was talking to the old housekeeper, a slightly embarrassed man in white came to the pharmacy, and it was Guimu who had rushed from Benian Purple Street with a grizzled face. When he came to the pharmacy, his first sight was not the hundred-year-old signboard, but the green-robed woman with a sad face on the caravan.

The beauty of the beauty is the most pleasant mood.

Seeing this woman, Katsuragi's irritable mood gradually calmed down. Turning his head to look at the shopkeeper Wang standing at the door, he asked.

"Hello, do you know who the shopkeeper is here?"

Although Guimu is usually not serious and has no conscience, he treats the old man in front of the beautiful woman with more respect and respect.

Shopkeeper Wang looked at this relatively clean-looking young man and smiled.

"Are you looking for the old or the new, if it's old, then I'm the one. ”

The shopkeeper squinted his eyes and looked at Guimu like a profiteer. Ziyan next to her set her eyes here, as if she had a lot of curiosity about this young man who suddenly burst out.

"Shopkeeper Wang, is that you?"

Katsuragi asked tentatively.

Shopkeeper Wang nodded, indicating that he acquiesced. After receiving the answer, a small smile appeared on Katsuragi's lips. I saw him take out a piece of yellow paper of some age from his bosom and hand it to the man who claimed to be the shopkeeper of the king.

That piece of paper is a title deed, which was given by a small follower of Guimu back then, saying that it is a small gift, not a tribute. It's a bribe. However, he didn't put it at ease at the time. The junior disciple who is the first leader of the dignified Ziming Sect will be short of money? Isn't this thing just a matter of having hands?

Until the day he came out of the mountain, his senior brother who slammed the door didn't give a dime, an iron rooster. Then he remembered this thing, it was really not easy!

"This son, please come with me. ”

Shopkeeper Wang smiled and led Guimu to the backyard of the pharmacy.

The backyard is not very spacious, only a vintage chair is placed. The shopkeeper sat on the old man's chair and motioned for Guimu to bring a chair from behind.

This kind of hospitality is not good! Guimu, who was full of 'good branding', had a black face the whole time. Bring a low four-legged stool from the back. Heavy in front of the old man's chair. Seeing that there was no one around, Katsuragi's true nature was revealed.

"Old man, your pharmacy belongs to me, you love to die. ”

The shopkeeper Wang's face was very calm, and he was still sitting on the old man's chair and shaking. Gui Mu saw that the old man was indifferent, and he was very leisurely. I felt provoked. His grandmother's, when Lao Tzu was on the mountain, who dared to pose in front of Lao Tzu. Katsuragi was about to teach this old man a lesson that didn't know how to be 'polite'.

Just as he was returning, the shopkeeper Wang spoke, still smiling.

"Do you know who I am?"