Chapter Eighty-Four: Bargaining
Hongfeng Town, in the southeast corner of the Central Mission Square, there are rows of courtyards that are very eye-catching. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 The reason why info is striking is that these courtyards have several common features.
The walls of each courtyard are more than three zhang high, and without exception, they are stacked with hundred-year-old black sand stones, and the walls with a little red in the black are continuous, looking heavy and solemn.
The gates of each courtyard are made of hundred-year-old iron nan wood, and all of them are painted vermilion, and on both sides of the gate stand two tall stone lions carved from red stone. The vermilion gate and the mighty stone lion set off these courtyards very roughly.
These dazzling courtyards are not independent, they are detached, and between these dense courtyards, there are dense alleys like spider webs to connect them.
At this moment, a middle-aged monk with a sickly face and a clumsy figure was walking in this intricately alley. Alleys one after another, through one and one after another, seem endless.
"This fellow Daoist, I took the liberty to disturb, I don't know if I need a magic weapon talisman, I have a few new ancient treasures here, which are obtained by the mercenary groups who entered the 100,000 mountains not long ago to explore an ancient cultivation cave mansion, and finally got a few pieces from it with a relationship......"
Suddenly, a short, oily young monk stopped the middle-aged monk who was hurrying forward and peddled magic weapons.
But before the young monk could finish speaking, he was already interrupted by the middle-aged monk.
"Fellow Daoist, I'm sorry. I had no intention of buying a magic weapon, so I took my leave. After the middle-aged monk finished speaking, he clenched his hands into fists and walked quickly.
"Hey, this fellow Daoist, these magic weapons are all excellent products, and they are really the best choice for my generation of monks to go out and practice, how can Daoist friends know that there is no need if they don't even look at it. The slick monk trotted briskly, followed closely and continued to sell.
After following for a long time to see that the middle-aged monk really had no intention of buying, he stopped, looked at the fast-moving figure of the middle-aged monk, spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, scolded "poor ghost", and then raised his eyes and began to look for the next wronged leader.
The middle-aged monk quickly shook off the nuisance of the slick monk, and before he had gone far, an extremely sweet voice came from his side, and he turned his head to see that it was a female cultivator with a scantily clad and very enchanting figure, holding a silk handkerchief, leaning against the courtyard door, and greeting him.
This nun has pink cheeks, spring eyes are affectionate, and her dress is even more provocative, only a pink shirt on her upper body, revealing a touch of white greasy on her chest, and the deep furrows are shocking, and she is wearing a slit short skirt and two white thighs, like green onions.
The middle-aged monk's face changed drastically, as if he had encountered a ghost, and he fled quickly without looking back.
"Yo, you dead ghost, what are you running, are you afraid that the old lady will eat you or something. Seeing the middle-aged monk fleeing, the nun scolded unwillingly.
This is the unique phenomenon of these alleys, this piece of mansion is the place where the large and small mercenary groups and various gangs of Red Maple Town live.
During this period, all kinds of characters, three religions and nine streams, are mixed. There are many shops on both sides of this alley, restaurants and restaurants, and even Goolan casinos, all of which are complete and very lively.
"Stepping", a rush of footsteps is particularly clear in this alley.
Passing through this narrow alley, there is a tall and majestic mansion in front of you, and the plaque with three golden characters of "Dragon and Tiger Regiment" hanging at the gate is particularly domineering.
On both sides of the gate, there stood two fierce monks dressed in black suits with long knives at their waists.
The middle-aged monk secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally arrived. Before he could greet him, the two monks standing at the gate had already greeted him.
"I don't know what this Taoist friend has to do when he visits my Dragon Tiger mercenary group, but he has a business entrustment. One of the monks spoke, a smile on his face.
The middle-aged monk couldn't help but be stunned, looking at the monk's expectant gaze, he seemed a little embarrassed, and coughed dryly: "This Taoist friend, I am not here to entrust business, but I have an old relationship with your head Cheng. ”
"Oh, you're coming to visit our master?" said the other monk, looking at him with a playful look.
"Hmph, Ye Xiu from there, if it's a cat or a dog, an old friend can meet the head of the regiment, and the head of the regiment must not be annoyed to death on this day. I've seen a lot of swaggering monks like you. ”
The monk who spoke first saw that he was not entrusting business, and his face immediately changed, and he spoke harshly at the middle-aged monk.
"Look at it, don't you get out of here! Why are you still not convinced, do you want to stay here forever? "With a bang, the cold light is dazzling, and the long knife is out of its sheath!
The middle-aged monk took a deep look at the sword-wielding monk, turned around and left, walked through a few alleys, looked around and saw that there was no one on the left and right, the middle-aged monk's joints crackled, and he turned into a tall middle-aged monk with a vicissitudes of life.
This middle-aged man is short of a long sword on his back at this time, but his appearance is the same as the middle-aged man who saw Zhou Cheng and Hongyu last time.
He glanced in the direction of the Dragon and Tiger Regiment's mansion, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his goal had been achieved, and he turned around and left, not staying again.
Cheng Yixiu, Bai Yulian and others were in the lobby at the moment with a group of visiting monks, arguing fiercely, not knowing that the little brother he had been thinking about day and night had arrived at the door, but he was not allowed to enter the door.
"Lao Cheng, the price you made this time is not sincere, you must know that it is very risky to sweep away the nest of the Corpse Demon Sect, and my brothers are doing it with their heads. A middle-aged monk with a distinct scar on the left side of his face, a hooked nose, and a sinister look, spoke.
He is the head of the vulture mercenary group, Dao Li Changquan, who is close to the Great Perfection of Qi refining in the later stage of Qi refining, and is famous in Hongfeng Town, who is insidious and cunning, ruthless, and is known as Scar Li.
"Hmph, Scar Li, Cheng's offer has exceeded the rules of the road a lot, and besides, the corpse cult lair harvests, and you wait for one-fifth, what else do you have to be dissatisfied with. Cheng Yixiu sat on the master's chair with a solemn expression.
"Lao Cheng, this is your mistake, I'll be fair, the price you offered is indeed a lot higher than the rules, but it is according to the rules on weekdays. ”
"Now in an extraordinary period, the corpse disaster is spreading, and ordinary casual cultivators don't even dare to enter the mountain, not to mention that if we take the initiative to clean up the corpse cult's lair, this kind of risk and reward are really disproportionate. ”
A middle-aged monk with a rough face and an unusually tall and burly figure answered. He is the leader of the Violent Bear Mercenary Group, Xiong Batian, and he is also a cultivator who is close to the Great Perfection in the later stage of Qi refining.
"Xiong Da, you have to pay attention to your conscience, you must not take an inch, this is already the limit of what we can bear. Zhao Hu couldn't stand the insatiable greed of these two, his face was angry, and his words were quite polite.
"Zhao Hu, you are so rampant, I am waiting to discuss major matters with Head Cheng, where is your part. Scar Li Huo stood up and pointed at Zhao Hu, his eyes full of coldness.
"Hmph, what's the matter with the two of you? Brother Zhao's opinion is what Cheng meant, this is the meeting hall of my Dragon and Tiger Regiment, there is no place for him to speak, where is it!" Cheng Yixiu also stood up, his eyes cold.
"Okay! Okay! Since Captain Cheng's meaning has been clear, then there is no need to talk about it, Lao Li, let's go. When Xiong Batian heard this, he also stood up and was about to leave.
The negotiations broke down, and the atmosphere froze for a while, and the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped a lot.
"Two heads, what are you doing?" A crisp and tactful voice sounded, but it was Bai Yulian who spoke, and she walked straight to the center of the hall in a lotus step, stopping Xiong Batian and Scar Li, who were about to leave, and continued.
"The concubine understands the concerns of the two group leaders, after all, it is related to the lives of dozens of brothers in the palm of her hand, so she has to be cautious. ”
"It's just that the two heads of the regiment are also too cautious, the concubine body has already discovered that secret lair last time, and for some reason the defense is very empty, this time our five mercenary groups are dispatched together, it is an excellent time to make contributions, what is there to worry about?"
"Besides, the allocation of my Dragon and Tiger mercenary group this time is extremely generous, not only is all the harvest divided equally in five shares, but the corpse cultist and the iron corpse head level are also given priority to you. ”
"You must know that the current bounties of the major sects for the Corpse Demon Sect can be described as extremely high, which is also a lot of wealth. Bai Yulian talked eloquently, analyzing the pros and cons of this clearly and clearly.
Xiong Batian and Scar Li glanced at each other, were silent for a moment, and then sat back in their chairs. The atmosphere eased again.
The White Lady's words are reasonable, but they are not impossible to consider. Scar Li looked Bai Yulian up and down with a pair of evil eyes, his eyes were burning and full of heat.
"Yes, if the Dragon and Tiger mercenary group is all people who understand like the White Lady, then what are they arguing about. After speaking, Xiong Batian looked at Bai Yulian and smiled, his eyes were full of lewdness, and he wanted to eat her alive.
"Hmph, what are the conditions, Cheng Mou has already said something first, whether to go or not, listen to it. Cheng Yixiu said coldly, not caring whether they would go or not. The unscrupulous gaze of the two of them at Bai Yulian made him very unhappy in his heart.
"Hehe, it's rare that the two heads of the regiment understand the righteousness, and Zhao Hu and Yixiu are also a little excited, after all, it is a negotiation, involving the interests of all parties, and some quarrels are inevitable. ”
"If the two heads of the regiment are unhappy, Yulian is here to accompany the two captains on behalf of the two of them, and if there is time another day, Yulian should come to the door to thank him in person. After speaking, he bowed to the two of them. Bai Yulian's face was calm, her expression was as usual, as if she hadn't noticed the unscrupulous gaze of the two at all.
"Haha, the White Lady has said this, and it would be hypocritical for the two brothers to shirk it, as for the conditions, what else can we ask for? ”
Xiong Batian and Scar Li laughed loudly, glanced at Bai Yulian deeply, and then got up to say goodbye, they are all old rivers and lakes, and there is no need to talk more.
Looking at the figures of Xiong Batian and Scar Li laughing wildly and leaving, Cheng Yixiu looked gloomy and silent.
"Yixiu, but blame me, why did Shicai lower his voice so quietly and beg these two despicable and shameless people?" A burst of fragrant wind, Bai Yulian had already walked to Cheng Yixiu's side, and without waiting for Cheng Yixiu's reaction, Qianqianyu's hand had already held his right hand that was clenched into a fist.