A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Carrying sixty taels of silver and a wooden box, Jiang Ding walked out of the Sihai Chamber of Commerce with a hint of excitement in his heart.

Naturally, decades-old medicine cannot be taken raw. It is too wasteful and may be toxic. His plan is to entrust a large pharmacy to refine the elixir.

Because I have no money and am unable to pay the processing fee and purchase auxiliary medicinal materials, I can use part of the medicinal materials to offset it.

"Qixuanmen is back?"

"Who says it isn't? It seems like today..."

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

Well, he would not touch any food from the other world without being processed.

Not only Jiang Ding, but other guests also looked here with interest.

Qixuanmen is a sect that has been rooted in Dongling Mansion for more than a thousand years. It can be said that it is deeply rooted and has luxuriant branches. Everyone present may have had some experience with Qixuanmen's industry, and they were even old disciples of Qixuanmen.

"It's a long story..."

But the drinker stopped talking and stopped talking, causing everyone to curse.

"Yang Lao Yao, I'm trying to satisfy your mother's appetite!"

"Waiter, bring a pot of Dongshan old wine, a plate of dim sum, and two plates of soy sauce beef to this table of guests!"

Some knowledgeable guests also called out.

"Everyone, this is not a secret."

The drinker laughed when he saw this: "The young marquis is engaged to Feixuexian Gong Caiyu, the daughter of the late head of the Qixuan Sect. Since the Qixuan Sect and the Zhendong Hou Mansion are the same family, it is natural to re-establish the mountain gate. It’s as it should be.”

"Really or not, aren't you afraid that the 'Sea-Splitting Knife' from the Golden Knife Sect will come again?"

"That's right! You, Young Master Yang, are not here specifically to deceive this old man into drinking and eating, are you?"

Everyone was talking about it, ranging from excitement to hatred.

"You fart!"

Taking a sip of wine, Yang Laoyao said angrily: "I heard this from my uncle who works in the Hou Mansion, and it's just today. How can this be false?"

Everyone is doubtful.

"Also a possibility."

Some people speculated: "Although the Zhendong Hou Mansion is not as good as the Golden Sword Sect, it represents the face of the imperial court after all. As one of the twelve pillars of the past, the Golden Sword Sect may not dare to touch the in-laws of the Hou Mansion."

"It should be noted that although the Golden Sword Sect is powerful, it cannot compare with the imperial court."

At this time, someone outside howled.

"The Marquis, the young Marquis, and a group of guests from the Hou Mansion are out!"

Zhendong Hou Mansion is located in the most prosperous place, only a few streets away from here. Looking from here, you can still see neat groups of black-armored sergeants surrounding a group of people, and the nearby streets have been blocked. , the pomp was huge.

The whole restaurant was quiet for a moment, and you could hear a pin drop. Then it started to boil with a roar, and the crowd rushed towards the Marquis Mansion.

They really had to care.

Both the Hou Mansion and Qixuan Sect are behemoths, and any changes will affect the livelihoods of many people. If not handled properly, it is not impossible to go from being extremely rich to being extremely poor.

Soon, only Jiang Ding, who was sitting upright, and Yang Laoyao, who was eating and drinking meat and wine, were the only ones left in the teahouse. Even the waiter and the shopkeeper were nowhere to be seen.

Yang Lao Yao stuffed a piece of beef, and Yao toasted a glass of wine.

Jiang Ding nodded slightly, threw a silver grain the size of a grain of rice at the counter, stood up and left.

Go out, avoid the crowded places, and go to the rotten street where the grocery store is.

…

Many noble people gathered around him enthusiastically. Gong Caiyu suddenly glanced in a certain direction, but found nothing.

"What's wrong, niece Caiyu?"

An old man with a few strands of long beard noticed her distraction and asked through a message.

This man is none other than Zhang Ziteng, the fifth elder of the Qixuan Sect, nicknamed the 'Goshawk Iron Sword'. Rumor has it that his sword looks like a goshawk falling from the sky, like a raptor picking up a grass rabbit. The power of the sword is so powerful and heavy that even an expert will die before he can catch the sword.

When the Qixuanmen was destroyed, he happened to be away visiting relatives, and Wei Xian, the Sea-Splitting Sword, was so proud that he would not spend time looking for him, so he was lucky enough to escape.

Gong Caiyu forced a smile: "Uncle Fifth, it's nothing."

"Niece Caiyu,"

Zhang Ziteng continued to spread the rumors: "I know you don't like the young Marquis Tang Qingjie, and his reputation is a bit bohemian, but that's not important. The body is nothing more than a skin, and the love of young people is nothing but a dream. You will know this later. "

"As long as the mountain gate can be re-established, the founder's foundation will not be destroyed in your hands and mine, and as long as you are promoted to Xiantian, everything will be worth it."

Gong Caiyu was speechless.

…

Walking into Rotten Ban Street, the street was old and devoid of gorgeous decorations, the ground was full of potholes, and there was a smell in the air, but Jiang Ding felt some kind of relaxed and harmonious mood.

"Son of a bitch!"

"I'll beat you to death! You dare to steal my things!"

The relaxing harmony quickly disappeared.

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

There are so many things like this in slum neighborhoods, it’s hard to say whether it’s right or wrong.

If you are poor, you will be alone and unable to control yourself.

The little beggar remained silent, neither resisting nor wailing.

The other beggars beat him for a while, but they found it boring and left cursing.

A burst of staggering footsteps came from behind, as if they were trying to catch up regardless of their injuries, as if it was the only hope of survival.

Jiang Ding paused and turned around.

The little beggar's clothes were shabby, smelly 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, he could vaguely tell from his appearance that he was the grandson of the old man who collected herbs in the ruined temple.

"Sir, my grandfather is dead."

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

Jiang Ding listened quietly to his incoherent crying.

The other party has been through a lot these days, and suddenly meeting himself, a person who has shown kindness in the past, his emotions are a little out of control.

Until the voice becomes hoarse.

"Sir, can I follow you?" the little beggar asked in a low voice.

"Can."

Jiang Ding said quietly: "My shop is still short of a clerk. If you are interested, come and give it a try."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

He won't take the initiative to do anything, but since the request comes to the door and the person is a child, he will help a little.

"Young Master is so kind!"

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

After wandering around, I returned to my small shop. There were still very few people, and one or two people came to the door from time to time.

When Huang Deyougang saw Jiang Ding, his face turned pale and he stood frozen.

Jiang Ding ignored him and walked back to the courtyard.

"My boss..."

After a while, Huang Deyou ran over with a pale face and wanted to kneel down. He was touched by a sword scabbard. He was sweating profusely. He didn't dare to say anything and just stood upright.

for a long time.

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

Jiang Ding sighed softly: "Manager Huang, please know that there is a limit to anyone's patience."

Everything has a price, so if Long San lets it go, it will cost him his affection.

"My boss, you must know your mistake." Huang Deyou said tremblingly.

"It's good to know your mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes. Just correct them." Jiang Ding pointed at the little beggar behind him and said calmly:

"this……"

"Master, little Han Lin."

"Brother Han, please arrange a suitable errand. In addition, start collecting animal specimens, including insects, birds, mosquitoes and other small ones. The price will still be one penny at first."

"Yes, boss!"

Huang Deyou glanced at the little beggar's polite appearance out of the corner of his eye, and felt a shiver in his heart.