The East and West Center Street in Baisha Pavilion City is the most prosperous street in the city. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info There are many magnificent buildings on both sides of the road, gorgeous shops are gathered, and all of them are luxury cars and horses, either rich or expensive, it can be said that the gathering place of a small group of people at the top of Baisha Pavilion, except for the servants who serve, ordinary people do not even have the qualifications to walk in it.

Located at the eastern end of the street, "Baorentang" is a three-story building made entirely of pure pine wood, which is elegant and luxurious. "Baorentang" is the business of the Heavenly Mandate Master, the Martial Yuan Master, and the Jiashi, and operates the daily cultivation of the Heavenly Mandate Master, the Wuyuan Master, and the Jiashi, and the various precious elixirs such as life preservation, physical fitness, and longevity, as well as the medicinal powder and treasures concocted by the pharmacists in the hall, which is very famous in the Baisha Pavilion and is a unique family.

A middle-aged man dressed in a brocade robe, with a handful of goatee, and a round face that looks like a bit of a shopkeeper, stood in the gate of "Baoren Hall" with his hands in his hands, and watched coldly as the servants in the hall were busy, cleaning, and placing goods.

"Oh, shopkeeper, I see you standing in the hall early every day, your status, status, these trivial things have to be done by yourself, and it is even more rare that it is like a day for several years, day by day, it is really a model of my generation's behavior and an example of learning. Qianluo, who trotted in from outside the store, immediately smiled when he saw the middle-aged shopkeeper, and stepped forward, and a series of sycophants rolled over, and it was rare that his tone was sincere and emotional, which was completely a natural expression of the heart, which made people listen to it comfortably and naturally, without the slightest pretentiousness.

Although he didn't look at Qianluo, the middle-aged shopkeeper's eyes narrowed slightly, his forehead was lightly raised, and his expression was pleasant, obviously he also enjoyed Qianluo's sycophants very much.

Seeing that the middle-aged shopkeeper was comfortable, knowing the temperament of the middle-aged shopkeeper, he didn't have the luxury of expecting this guy who was too high and had always treated them like ants with disdain for such slaves to give him an echo, Qianluo licked his dry lips, and gave a salute again, and was about to sneak into the store and be busy with his own work.

Qianluo is not a noble son from a wealthy family, he has been dependent on Sister Xian Xue since he was a child, he practiced in front of the Temple of Heavenly Destiny in the morning, but in the afternoon he got a chorre errand in this "Baoren Hall", specially ran errands and poured water, and ushered in.

"Qianluo, how long have you been working in 'Baorentang'?" Liu Yuan, the shopkeeper of "Baorentang", suddenly opened his slightly squinted eyes and said lightly.

Qianluo was stunned, and immediately smiled and said, "It's been two years, right?"

"It's ten months and seven days a year. Liu Yuan looked at the street outside the store coldly, still didn't look at him, and said leisurely, "You said, if you leave, no one will slap me every day in the future, think about it, I'm afraid I really can't get used to it." ”

Qianluo's eyes flashed imperceptibly, and the smile on his face disappeared a little, and just as he was about to speak, Liu Yuan said to himself again, "It's okay if no one pats me on the back, and I'm not the kind of person who likes to listen to gossip, the key is that since you came to 'Baorentang', the business of 'Baorentang' has been better than before. Jiujiulou's and so on, all of them have experienced a sharp decline in business, and the business is bleak, I am not blind and dark, and I know very well that it can be said that it is all your credit. ”

The smile on Qianluo's face disappeared completely, and he looked at Liu Yuan quietly.

Liu Yuan finally glanced down at him and said, "From today onwards, you don't want to come to 'Baoren Hall' again, you have been dismissed." ”

Qianluo frowned: "Shopkeeper, why?"

Seeing that the usual smiling and flattering appearance of Qianluo's little face disappeared completely, revealing the resolute and calm color that had always been hidden deep underneath, and this was clearly his true face, Liu Yuan's heart was shaken, and he strengthened his long-standing opinion: This son is not a good class, and he is not a thing in the pool after all!

Liu Yuan was just about to speak, when an arrogant and sharp voice suddenly came out of the store: "Why? Don't you kid know why?"

Seeing that the weak-crowned young man in an ink silk robe, a waist belt, and a silver crown walked out of the store, gently shaking an ivory bone paper folding fan in his hand, looking at him with a proud face, Qianluo's originally slightly arched back straightened instead, and he smiled lightly: "The young owner is good." ”

"Okay, hehe, this lord is doing well, but you're not going to be any better today. Wu Chun, a young man with a weak crown and a young owner of "Baorentang", said contemptuously, "Qianluo, you are from an unknown origin, you are from a humble background, just like a lump of cow shit, no one wants to take a look at it when it rots on the side of the street." Hmph, even if this lord has a dog, he can check the door for this lord for so many years, bite people, and wagging his tail when he sees this lord, but what about you? An insignificant maid, but you look a little good, you are still a strange thing to live in, and you shirk it again and again, what do you think of this lord? Now get out of here immediately. ”

The ink silk robe, with a silver crown, is the standard attire of the "Minjue" Heavenly Mandate Master in accordance with the unified regulations of the Heavenly Mandate Palace.

"I'll leave immediately, but the young owner will not settle my salary, a day a 'fire pattern grass', ten days a settlement, this time I worked for eight days, a total of eight, thank you. Qianluo was not angry, nor did he plead, just looked at Wu Chun and said seriously.

"Ha, boy, are you still asking me for a salary?" Facing Qianluo's calm face, Wu Chun only felt extremely dazzling, as if he was like a clown, and his every move fell within his expectations. This feeling undoubtedly made Lord Wu very uncomfortable, and there was a trace of restlessness in his heart, he folded the fan, stepped forward and slapped Qianluo's face wantonly, and said with a contemptuous smile, "If you learn to bark eight times, Lord Ben will reward you, how about it?"

"So, is the lord planning to repay the debt?" Qianluo pursed his lips. Although Wu Chun is a master of the Mandate of Heaven, his shallow personality can be seen through at a glance, and he naturally knows that this guy is going to humiliate himself, even if he learns to bark, he can't imagine that he can get the "Fire Stripe Grass".

"Presumptuous!" Wu Chun's face changed sharply, and with a wave of his right hand, a large black gold pen with a length of a foot and a thick thumb appeared, the void was stried, and the space in front of him fluctuated like a ripple, and the light blue light with the thickness of a hair flashed, zigzags and flowed, flickering and flickering, and gradually hooked into a bowl-sized mysterious rune, and a stagnation and wavering, almost suffocating coercion spread, enveloping Qianluo entirely," Dare to be rude to a dignified Heavenly Destiny Master, a rootless little bastard like you, this lord will kill you, and he won't even have to pay a fine of copper plates, do you understand?"

Qianluo seemed to be stunned, his face was slightly pale, and he didn't say a word, only nodded.

Seeing that he had finally forced this hateful boy to bow his head, Wu Chun was greatly satisfied, and sneered: "Now, do you still want your salary?"

Qianluo shook his head: "Now your fist is big, you take advantage of it, don't want it." ”

"Haha. Wu Chun let out a smug laugh, the folding fan "brushed" and bounced it open, and waved it lightly, "I can't see that your kid is quite acquainted, get out." The light blue rune disappeared in a flash, and the next moment it turned into a whip the thickness of an arm, and it was pulled out like a giant python, whipping Qian Luo out of the store and falling on the street more than ten meters away.