Qin Feng couldn't help but be dumbfounded when he heard the word "scrap station" in later generations, and when Meng Xiaolou saw his appearance, he couldn't help but smile: "Forget it, I told you, you also understand, in short, it is a place to recycle garbage, and this word is still told to me by an old man!"

After her reminder, Qin Feng remembered that he had indeed told Meng Xiaolou some things in the afterlife, but it was just a thousand years, two lives, and many details, even he couldn't remember it really.

Meng Xiaolou saw that Qin Feng didn't speak, but he was unhappy, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, other people's waste, I Meng Xiaolou will never accept it, and I will still accept yours!"

"Let's take out the things right here!" Meng Xiaolou sat down on the chair opposite Qin Feng and said, "There are warehouses around here, and no one can approach without my order!"

Qin Feng nodded, took out the Sumeru ring he was carrying, and stretched out one hand into the world in the ring.

"Sumeru Ring!" Meng Xiaolou saw the ring, and couldn't help but say: "Although there is only one Sumeru fragment, it is also a rare treasure, if you are willing to sell it, this Sumeru ring, I can bid for three hundred merit points!"

Qin Feng smiled bitterly and said: "This can't be sold for the time being, if it is going to be sold in the future, I will come to the dream shopkeeper!"

Meng Xiaolou also said that Qin Feng was reluctant to sell, slightly curled her sexy red lips, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied, but when Qin Feng grabbed the "rags" out of the Sumeru ring one by one, her eyes straightened.

Six ghost pills of different qualities, plus fifteen or sixteen spirit soldiers, one-star, two-star, and even broken ice swords and ghost spirit weapons, as well as eight one-star spirit treasures, and a batch of secrets of yellow-level martial arts!

The value is good, and there are a lot of things......

But Meng Xiaolou couldn't help frowning: "Where did you get so much mess from?"

"Also, there are so many ghost pills!"

"You know, in recent decades, there have been very few ghost demons, are you taking the old nest of the ghost path?"

Qin Feng was told by Meng Xiaolou, smiled and said, "Dream shopkeeper, just accept it, don't ask so much!"

Meng Xiaolou saw that he was hiding from himself, so he didn't ask too much, but he raised his phoenix eyes and said to him: "I know why you refuse to sell the Sumeru ring, the little deal you made will not be seen in the light, and you will be finished if you find it out!"

Qin Feng was stunned by her words, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, but Meng Xiaolou lowered his head and calculated with words in his mouth.

"Six ghost pills, ranging in size, will be discounted according to one hundred and thirty merit points, which is seven hundred and eighty merit points......"

"Twelve one-star spirit soldiers, one depreciated eighty merit points, is nine hundred and sixty merit points......"

"Three two-star spirit soldiers, one is seriously damaged, one hundred merit points, two are intact, count you one hundred and fifty merit points......"

"Eight one-star spirit treasures, some of which are accumulations, and one of which has a hundred merit points......"

"The yellow-level exercises are worthless, let's count your 100 merit points together!"

Counting this, Meng Xiaolou raised his hand, gently brushed his sideburns and said, "It's a total of two thousand and ninety-nine merit points!"

Qin Feng was also slightly shocked when he heard the two thousand and ninety-nine merit points, but the gloomy look on his face did not decrease by half.

Based on the experience of his previous experience in opening the first meridian, God knows how many high-grade spars he needed to hit the third layer of the human martial realm and open the second meridian!

Meng Xiaolou also said that he had never seen so many merit points before, and teased: "The merit points in your hands this time are more than the taxes of a county and a year, and a man becomes bad when he is rich, you can't spend it indiscriminately!"

Qin Feng smiled bitterly: "Don't worry, I'll run out of money soon!"

Qin Feng said, and took out four anonymous merit cards from the Sumeru ring and said to Meng Xiaolou: "The big shopkeeper of the dream will help me replace all these merit points with high-grade spirit crystals!"

"What?" Meng Xiaolou was shocked, "Why do you want so many spirit crystals?"

"You don't have to care about this dream shopkeeper......" Qin Feng smiled bitterly.

Meng Xiaolou suddenly felt angry and funny: "How can I not care? I have so many spirit crystals in my hand at once!"

After a while, Meng Xiaolou walked in with a bag of tips, handed it to Qin Feng, and said helplessly: "You little enemy, there are only sixteen high-grade spirit crystals in my warehouse, and they will all be collected for you!"

Qin Feng calculated in his heart, one high-grade spirit crystal was equivalent to one hundred medium-grade spirit crystals, and sixteen plus the one he already had in his hand was seventeen high-grade spirit crystals and one thousand seventeen medium-grade spirit crystals......

When he opened the first meridian, he had an acquired purple qi and consumed thirty medium-grade spirit crystals......

"Maybe it's not enough!"

Meng Xiaolou smiled: "I heard that you haven't been to the Merit Division recently, why do you still come to me to beg for food with as many spirit crystals as a mountain?"

"You can go and redeem some!" Meng Xiaolou took out five merit cards from his sleeve and handed them to Qin Feng and said, "Here is a merit card of five hundred and four merit cards of one hundred, both of which went out of my Deserted Ancient Garden, and you don't need to use those merit cards from your original, so that no one will suspect you!"

Qin Feng took the merit card, and secretly said in his heart that Meng Xiaolou was really careful.

Meng Xiaolou saw Qin Feng accept it as much as he could, and suddenly lightly tucked his red sleeves, and looked at him with beautiful eyes and said, "I helped you so much, how can you repay me?" You know, there are so many stolen goods, except for my desolate ancient garden, the Law Department does not dare to come to investigate, I am afraid that you can only take it to Yan Kingdom to sell!"

Qin Feng saw that the beauty in front of him seemed to be smiling, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, but there was a wind of captivating the country and the city, but the guilt in his heart for her from his previous life became more and more, he thought about it and took out the scroll written in the study in advance from his sleeve and handed it over.

"Qin is poor, fortunately, his words are still in the eyes of the big shopkeeper of dreams, so he can only give it away with words, thank you for your help!"

Meng Xiaolou originally just had the intention of teasing Qin Feng for fun, but how did he know that Qin Feng really wanted to send something to her, and he was still sending words......

She looked at Qin Feng's thoughtful appearance, and laughed with a "poof": "You are clearly a member of the martial family, how can you be like some sour Confucians, and you actually give people words?"

Meng Xiaolou said and took Qin Feng's scroll, and said casually while slowly unfolding it: "I have sent enough calligraphy and paintings from the sour Confucians here, it is nothing more than a thriving business, a wide range of financial resources, and a rich and prosperous flower......

"Aren't you afraid that I'll throw your calligraphy and painting in the corner and never look at it again?"

But when she unfolded Qin Feng's scroll, Feng Mu was stunned, staring at the scroll motionlessly, and unconsciously whispered: "Ten years of life and death...... Don't think about it, it's unforgettable......"

"Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolate ......"

When I read it again, Meng Xiaolou's jade hand was already trembling slightly: "Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost......"

"Even if you don't know ...... when you meet," Meng Xiaolou suddenly seemed to remember something, and when he looked at Qin Feng again, he shook his head and said, "This poem is not made by me!"

Meng Xiaolou's eyes showed a look of disappointment: "Who did that?"