It took a few days for Ying Zheng to come to a small city, and after wandering around the city for a few days, he roughly figured out the details of this city. This city is called Tianhai City, which is ruled by a small gang, Tianhai Society, and the name of this city is also taken from Tianhai Society.

The president of the Tianhai Society is rumored to be called Tian Canghai, and his strength has reached the fifth order of the Divine Soul, and he is the number one master in a hundred miles of this small city, and he is also the overlord of this hundred miles. In the towns and villages below the small city, there are dozens of small organizations attached to the Tianhai Society. And the Tianhai Club is attached to the Weiling Gang, and it is also comfortable in this small city.

Ying Zheng is now standing in a corner of the town, with a helpless look on his face. His current cultivation has only recovered less than one ten-thousandth, and now any monk with a five-fold divine body can defeat him.

Holding the Heaven Swallowing Bottle and the Yin and Yang Array Banner in his hands, he was relieved to see that they were not damaged in the slightest, and put them into the storage space again. In the dark space, when he was leaving, he quietly put away the Sky Swallowing Bottle and the Yin and Yang Array Banner with his divine thoughts, otherwise it would not be a good thing to attract too much attention, as the so-called wealth is not exposed.

Now Yingzheng has encountered a big problem, which makes him depressed to death. Before he was the first emperor of the Great Qin, he never had much concept of money and money, but now it seems to be back at that time in the 21st century, worrying about money!

It's not that Ying Zheng really doesn't have any money, it's that his storage space is full of sixth-level spirit stones and fifth-level spirit stones, and if they are exchanged in this small city, I'm afraid it will cause trouble. Not to mention that he is now battered. Even if his cultivation is intact, he will never kill himself.

He wandered around the town for a few days, and there were a lot of medicinal herbs here. It can be used for alchemy to recover from one's own injuries. The problem now is not to mention buying medicinal herbs, he doesn't even have money to live in a place to live, and now he has realized the true meaning of having money to make ghosts grind.

After thinking about it, in the end, Ying Zheng had an idea, although force determines everything in this world, but Wenmo is also very prosperous, but it is only slightly inferior! You must know that these cultivators have an infinite lifespan. There are too many boring times, and the development of entertainment and literature and art can be said to be better than that of Huaxia.

For he was in the habit of printing the decree at any time. Therefore, there are a lot of Huang Juan used in the holy decree in the storage space. So Ying Zheng casually chose a poem that has been passed down through the ages and imprinted it with divine thoughts, and then walked towards a calligraphy and painting shop.

Ying Zheng didn't want to make a fortune, he just wanted to change a few low-level spirit stones casually, solve the residence first, and then find other ways to earn some low-level spirit stones to buy medicinal materials. Alchemy to recover from injuries.

"Boss, I have a poem here, can you see how many spirit stones it can be worth?" After Ying Zheng walked in, there was no business in the store at this time, and the boss was holding a landscape painting to watch.

After hearing Ying Zheng's words, he saw that Ying Zheng was extraordinary, looking like a pug, and his face was full of smiles and took over Huang Juan in Ying Zheng's hand and looked at it.

Then the boss's brow furrowed. But it soon disappeared, and he still said with a smile on his face: "This fellow Daoist, this poem is really a good poem!" and then the boss read it aloud with great approval. His face was full of satisfaction.

The east wind is full of light,

The incense mist is empty and the moon is in the corridor.

I'm afraid to fall asleep in the middle of the night,

Therefore, burn high candles to illuminate red makeup.

"Thanks to the boss's appreciation, I don't know how many spirit stones are worth?" Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and said with some doubts.

"Fellow Daoist, I wonder which senior wrote this poem?" said the boss with a smile. Asked.

"Huh?" Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart. But he still stubbornly said: "Boss, this poem is not written by the predecessors, but written by the next." ”

"What? is it really written by Daoyou?" The boss looked shocked, and his eyes glared at the boss to look at Yingzheng.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Ying Zheng was taken aback by the boss's reaction, he was actually a little weak-hearted, after all, it was plagiarized.

"Daoyou said and laughed, there is nothing wrong, it's just that this poem is too expensive, and the small shop is buying and selling, and I really can't afford it! There is a big calligraphy and painting shop on the next street, Daoyou should go somewhere to see!" The boss looked like I was very poor, and said to Yingzheng as if he was persuading him from the bottom of his heart.

Ying Zheng was a little speechless in his heart, this business is different, even the refusal is so sanctimonious, beautiful and pleasant. But think about it, where in this world are so many brain-dead people who offend people everywhere, people pay attention to doing business is to be harmonious and make money, which is the skill of people to eat.

Ying Zheng was helpless, so he could only take Huang Juan from the boss very embarrassed, and then disappeared into the store very sluggishly, and ran to a corner where there was no one in one go.

"Neurotic, my brother can also recite poems and compose right? Lingshi is so easy to earn, what kind of shop does my brother open! Another crazy person who wants money, it is really getting more and more difficult to do business these years. The boss saw Yingzheng's disappearing back, and muttered speechlessly.

Ying Zheng stood in a corner where no one was around, his face was red and white, looking at Huang Juan in his hand, as soon as his aura moved, the Huang Juan turned into fragments in the sky.

"Phew. Ying Zheng felt a little sad and indignant in his heart, thinking that his reputation for a lifetime would be completely ruined at this time, but fortunately, there were no acquaintances. He also read books in the 21st century, and the pig's feet in the book made a fortune by plagiarized poems and songs, and he was also a ghost for a while.

In fact, where is it so easy, as the old saying goes, there is a thousand words, and it depends on who it is. The shit that spits out of the mouths of celebrities will be sought after, and a beggar who asks for food will be scorned even if he says good words.

This world is like this, the celebrity effect, ancient and modern, even in this Hongmeng world. If you are taking a poem written by a great person in the Hongmeng realm today, even if it is a word, it can be sold for a good price.

But if you write it yourself, I'm afraid it's worthless, and it's a laughing stock for others. It's not that Yingzheng is inferior, but it's a different place, he Yingzheng is just a nameless junior here. If it was in Daqin, Ying Zheng would almost be sure that even if it was his own pair of stinky shoes, he would definitely be able to sell them for a sky-high price if they were put in the people, but he was not so boring.

Now there is no way, he can only be down-to-earth, these crooked ways don't need to think about it, if things in the world are so simple, it will not make countless people do nothing for the rest of their lives and annihilate among all sentient beings.

The only thing he relies on now is that he can do alchemy, so he can only go to those pill shops to see if he can get a part-time job and earn some spirit stones. It's not that he is reluctant to take out a fifth-level spirit stone, it's just that it's simply asking for his own death.

No one will look at you when you're a pebble on the side of the road, but if someone else finds out that you're a shining piece of gold, then you have to be ready for waves of greedy and crazy hungry wolves. Either you slaughtered the hungry wolves, or you were eaten by the hungry wolves without even the bones.

Many people in this world are people in wolf's clothing, and the greed in their bones will never be concealed when they reach a certain time. Especially in this world of great controversy, there is no law to speak of, and it is not impossible that even the overlord of this place, Tianhai Society, will come to get a piece of the pie. If you have the strength to fight wolves and tear hungry tigers alive, then you are naturally not afraid of anything. If not, you can live longer by obediently holding your tail between your legs.

Ying Zheng adheres to the principle of being careful and making no big mistakes, and avoids trouble as much as possible. He is not afraid of things, but he is unwilling to cause unnecessary trouble, if it is really unavoidable, then he can only fight to the death, why is the husband afraid of death?