With sixty taels of silver and a wooden box in his arms, Jiang Ding walked out of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce, with a trace of excitement in his heart.

Dozens of years old medicine naturally can't be taken raw, it's too wasteful and potentially poisonous, and his plan is to entrust a big pharmacy to refine the pill.

Because I don't have the money, I can't pay the processing fee and buy auxiliary herbs, which can be offset with some herbs.

"Qixuanmen is back?"

"Who said it wasn't, it seems to be today's ......"

When passing by a teahouse, Jiang Ding's ears moved, stopped, went inside and ordered a cup of tea, looking at the scenery on the street.

Well, he won't touch any food from the other world without processing.

Not only Jiang Ding, but other guests also looked at this side with interest.

Qixuanmen is a sect that has been rooted in Dongling Mansion for more than 1,000 years, it can be said to be deep-rooted and flourishing, and everyone present is afraid that they have intersected with the industry of Qixuanmen, and even used to be old disciples of Qixuanmen.

"It's a long story......"

But the drinker's words were just stunned, and he didn't say anything, which caused everyone to scold.

"Old man Yang, hang your mother's appetite!"

"Xiao Er, bring a pot of Dongshan old wine, a plate of dim sum, and two plates of sauced beef to the guests at this table!"

There were also interested guests who called out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's not a secret either."

Seeing this, the drinker smiled: "It is the engagement of the little marquis and the daughter of the late head of the Qixuanmen, the Feixue Fairy Palace Caiyu, since the Qixuanmen and the Zhendong Hou Mansion are one, it is natural to re-establish the mountain gate." ”

"It's really fake, aren't you afraid of the Golden Daomen's 'Sea Splitting Knife' coming again?"

"That's right! Mr. Yang, you kid won't be here to deceive this uncle's wine and meat, right? ”

There was a lot of talking, excitement and hatred, all of which were different.

"You fart!"

Taking a sip of wine, Yang Laoqi said angrily: "This is what I heard from my uncle who works in the Hou Mansion, and just today, can this be fake?" ”

The people will be skeptical.

"It's possible."

Someone speculated: "Although the Zhendong Hou Mansion is not as good as the Golden Dao Gate, after all, it represents the face of the imperial court, and one of the twelve Optimus Pillars in the past, the Golden Dao Gate may not dare to touch the in-laws of the Hou Mansion." ”

"It must be known that although the Golden Daomen is powerful, it cannot be compared with the imperial court."

At this time, someone howled outside.

"Hou Ye, Xiao Hou Ye, and a Hou Mansion Keqing has gone out!"

Zhendong Hou Mansion, originally located in the most prosperous place, is only a few streets away from here, from here overlooked, you can also see a neat group of black armor sergeants surrounded by a group of people, the nearby streets have been blocked, the pomp is very large.

The whole restaurant was quiet, the needle could be heard, and then it boiled with a 'boom', and the crowd flocked to the vicinity of the Hou Mansion.

They really have to care.

The Hou Mansion and the Seven Xuanmen are both behemoths, and any change will affect the livelihood of many people, and if they are not handled properly, it is not impossible to go from being rich to destitute.

Soon, only Jiang Ding, who was sitting upright, was left in the teahouse, and Yang Laoqi, who was eating and drinking wine and meat, and even the shopkeeper disappeared for a while.

Yang Laoqi stuffed a piece of beef and toasted a glass of wine here.

Jiang Ding nodded slightly, threw a silver grain the size of a grain of rice at the counter, and got up to leave.

Go out, avoid the crowded places, and walk towards the rotten street where the grocery store is located.

……

Many nobles were enthusiastically embraced, and Gong Caiyu suddenly glanced in a certain direction, but there was nothing.

"What's wrong, niece Caiyu?"

An old man with a few long beards saw her wandering and asked.

This person is Zhang Ziteng, the fifth elder of the Seven Xuanmen, nicknamed 'Goshawk Iron Sword', it is rumored that his sword is like a goshawk falling from the sky, like a bird of prey with a grass rabbit, the sword is strong and heavy, and the idle master can not take a sword and has died.

When the Seven Xuanmen was destroyed, he happened to be out to visit his relatives, and the 'Sea Splitting Knife' Wei Xian was so proud that he naturally wouldn't take the time to look for him, so he was lucky to escape.

Gong Caiyu smiled reluctantly: "Fifth uncle, it's nothing." ”

"Niece Caiyu,"

Zhang Ziteng continued to spread the rumors: "I know that you don't like the little marquis Tang Qingjie, and his reputation is also a little bohemian, but it doesn't matter, the flesh is just a skin, and the love and love of young people are just a dream bubble, you will know these later." ”

"As long as the mountain gate can be re-established, the foundation of the ancestor will not be corrupted in the hands of you and me, as long as you are promoted to the innate level, everything is worth it."

Gong Caiyu was silent.

……

Walking into the rotten board street, the street was old and there was no gorgeous decoration, the ground was potholed, and there was a peculiar smell in the air, but Jiang Ding felt a certain relaxed and harmonious mood.

"Dog mongrel!"

"Kill you! Dare to steal from me! ”

Relaxation and harmony soon faded.

Jiang Ding glanced at the little beggar who was beaten by a group of beggars and continued to walk towards the grocery store.

Slum neighborhoods, there are so many such things, it's hard to say right or wrong.

If you are poor, you will be left alone, and you can't manage it.

The little beggar was silent, neither resisting nor wailing.

The other beggars were beaten for a while, but they also found it boring, and left with a curse.

The sound of stumbling footsteps came from behind, as if they were struggling to catch up despite their injuries, as if they were the only hope for survival.

Jiang Ding paused and turned around.

The little beggar's clothes were shabby, full of peculiar smell and greasy, and there were wounds on his face and arms, some of which were already scarred, and some of which were oozing blood.

However, it can be vaguely seen from his appearance that he is the grandson of the old man who collected medicine in the broken temple at the beginning.

"Childe, my grandfather is dead."

The little beggar's long-suppressed emotions suddenly collapsed, and he cried: "I was killed by those men in black, and my grandfather pushed me into the river, but I ...... myself."

Jiang Ding quietly listened to his incoherent howling and crying.

The other party has been through a lot these days, and suddenly met himself, a person who had shown kindness, and his emotions were a little out of control.

until the voice is hoarse.

"Childe, can I follow you?" The little beggar asked in a low voice.

"Yes."

Jiang Ding said quietly: "My shop, there is still a shortage of guys, if you are interested, come and try it." ”

With that, turn around and leave.

He won't take the initiative to do anything, but since he asks to come to the door, and the other party is a child, then he will help some.

"Childe's great grace!"

The little beggar was pleasantly surprised, and wanted to kowtow, but when he saw that the person had left, he hurriedly followed up.

Left and right, back to their own shop, there are still very few people, from time to time one or two come to the door.

Huang Deyougang saw Jiang Ding's face pale and froze.

Jiang Ding ignored him and walked back to the small courtyard.

"The ...... of the owner"

After a while, Huang Deyou ran over with a pale face, wanting to kneel, but was caught by a sword scabbard, cold sweat flowed, and he didn't dare to say anything, just stood upright.

Long.

"It's only been half a month, and you kid has done two big things for me!"

Jiang Ding sighed lightly: "Steward Huang, you must know that there is a limit to anyone's patience. ”

Everything has a price, and Long San let it go, which consumes his own affection.

"The owner, you have to know your mistakes." Huang was trembling.

"It's good to know mistakes, people will make mistakes, just correct them." Jiang Ding pointed to the little beggar behind him and said lightly:

"This ......"

"Childe, little Han Lin."

"This little brother Han, you can arrange a suitable errand, in addition, start to collect animal specimens, insects, birds, mosquitoes and other small ones, and the price will start to be one penny."

"Yes, owner!"

Huang Deyou glanced at the little beggar's decent and polite appearance with his spare eyes, and his heart sank.