Chapter 1033 Selling Fans

In any case, this folding fan was just a tool for Ling Changkong to perceive the artistic conception of yin and yang, so after writing it, he ignored it and threw it aside.

Standing up, Ling Changkong stretched his waist, and found that he really felt tired like a mortal, and this seemingly simple action could really relieve his fatigue.

Closing the shop, Ling Changkong was already lying on the bed at this time, he didn't cultivate as before, when he decided to take this path, he decided, during this time, he lived completely in a mortal way, including sleeping.

This night was the first time since Ling Changkong stepped into the path of cultivating immortals that he really didn't practice and didn't use his strength, before, even if he occasionally rested, Ling Changkong would instinctively use his skills to cultivate, even when he walked.

It is precisely because of this that he can have such achievements in just a few decades, if he only relies on qualifications and chance, Ling Changkong has similar achievements, but it will never be the same as today.

Intentions and carelessness are two completely different differences, and even if the two achieve the same achievement, the results of intentions are far better than those of non-carelessness.

After a night without words, Ling Changkong woke up the next day and was refreshed.

On this day, Ling Changkong had already prepared most of the things, and he began to open for business, just like other shops, he lit a plate of firecrackers in front of the door.

The neighbors knew that Ling Changkong had opened a new shop here, and they all came to congratulate him, but Boss Sun on the opposite side did not come, after all, his hotel was very hot, and he couldn't be busy, so he asked Sun Shimin to bring a pot of wine.

Probably this is the chance, and it is precisely because of this that Sun Shimin has become a frequent visitor to Ling Changkong's shop, of course, these are just later words.

The shop had only just opened, and there weren't a few decent folding fans in the shop, so there were very few people here, and even if someone came, they just stopped by and left.

Ling Changkong didn't care, he still sat in front of the store every day, watching the crowd, and always wrote one or two fans every night.

As before, I threw it aside and put it on a wooden shelf the next day, waiting for someone to sell it.

"Brother Ling, why don't you make more folding fans? ”

"Brother Ling, there are a lot of folding fans here, why don't you write? Only when you write, the price of the fan will double.

"Brother Ling, your handwriting is so good, not only is the handwriting good, but it also has a different flavor, even Scholar Zhang's handwriting is not as good as yours. ”

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For Ling Changkong's "unenterprising" attitude, Sun Shimin doesn't know how many times he complained, of course, there were also praises, and he would often come here, that is, to Ling Changkong's words.

Facing Sun Shimin's complaints, Ling Changkong shook his head slightly, he didn't care, and he didn't explain, how could the other party know that he didn't mean to drink?

As for Sun Shimin, Ling Changkong was still a little surprised, he just glanced at it in a hurry and didn't care, but after getting along for a while, he found that although Sun Shimin did not have a trace of cultivation, he had a bookish aura on his body.

This scroll qi is still very weak and cannot play any role, but Ling Changkong can be sure that as long as it is stored and refined in the right way, this scroll qi alone can shock people's hearts, and even kill people.

Of course, this is also Ling Changkong's lack of knowledge, and when he sees more in the future, he will understand that this is the unique atmosphere of Confucian monks.

In other words, Sun Shimin may be just an inconspicuous little person when he is placed in other immortal sects, but if he is placed in Confucianism, he is a rare genius.

But they are in the Southern Heaven Realm, and there are very few monks who practice Confucian exercises, let alone Confucianism, and it is probably because of this that Sun Shimin is buried here.

For Sun Shimin's son, to be honest, Ling Changkong was also a little moved, and wanted to accept him as a disciple, after all, he still had not accepted a disciple, so he couldn't help but have some such thoughts.

However, as soon as this idea flashed, it was immediately dispelled, firstly, he did not teach Sun Shimin how to control this bookish qi, and secondly, he still needed to comprehend the artistic conception of yin and yang, and he really didn't want to be exposed.

Time flies, and half a month has passed since Ling Changkong left the palace and set up a small shop here.

In this half month, Ling Changkong day after day, day after day, night perception, and recorded it on the folding fan, as the days passed, his understanding of the artistic conception of yin and yang was deeper.

Ling Changkong didn't practice once, and after half a month of washing, it can be said that he has become a complete mortal from the inside out, from the outside to the inside.

However, he is not a businessman now, and after half a month, he is still full of money, and he has not sold a fan, but fortunately, he has won a lot of gold and silver in the casino before, and he has not spent it until now, so he doesn't have to worry about expenses.

"Xiao Er, what you said is true, this family's fan is really that good?"

A small voice came, and I saw a young man in blue walking out of the hotel with Sun Shimin and walking towards Ling Changkong's shop.

This person's name is Yu Qingrong, he is a celebrity in front of the Thirteenth Prince, because of the good wine, he comes back to Boss Sun's hotel from time to time, and at this time he is being taken to Ling Changkong's shop by Sun Shimin as a lobbyist.

"Brother Ling. Sun Shimin shouted at Ling Changkong very respectfully.

"Go in, there are a few fans that have been written, see for yourselves, but none of those blank folding fans can be sold. ”

For Sun Shimin to solicit customers, Ling Changkong seemed to have been used to it, and he didn't stand up, but pointed to the folding fan on the wooden frame, and let Sun Shimin and Yu Qingrong pick it themselves.

Seeing Ling Changkong like this, Yu Qingrong's face couldn't help but sink, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he secretly said in his heart, I will definitely give you a good look in a while.

He is a popular person beside the prince, even when the minister of the court sees him, he will nod his head, at this time, Ling Changkong has such an attitude towards him, he naturally will not be unhappy in his heart.

"Yu Gongzi, please inside, let's go in and have a look. ”

Sun Shimin noticed the change in Yu Qingrong's face, and hurriedly greeted him, secretly thinking in his heart, Brother Ling is too unfamiliar with human feelings, this is not good.

How did he know that with Ling Changkong's identity, he didn't care about these at all, not to mention that Yu Qingrong was a celebrity next to the prince, I was afraid that the prince would grovel when he saw him.

Yu Qingrong entered the store, looked at the folding fans on the wooden shelf, and couldn't help frowning slightly, these folding fans looked very ordinary, there was nothing outstanding, and even he was irregular, but if he looked carefully, he found that there was a charm in it, but he couldn't see what this charm was.

Picking up the first folding fan, which was the first folding fan written by Ling Changkong, Yu Qingrong looked at it over and over again for a long time, and finally frowned, shook his head and nodded, and finally put the folding fan down.

Yu Qingrong continued to look at it, even if it was the same, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes nodding, but finally putting it down, which made Sun Shimin, who was watching from the side, raise his throat and open his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Because, he didn't know how to describe these folding fans.

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