MTL - Painting of the Nine Immortals

Qin Guangzhi is very satisfied with his current life.

He is almost sixty years old, and his talents are not good. Therefore, he has long stopped thinking of looking for the avenue, and put all his thoughts on the enjoyment of Red Dust. Low, inferior to him, this is probably all he has in life.

As a steward of the Qizhen Pavilion, Qin Guangzhi's authority is really not small. Of course, the main source of income is to rely on power for personal gain and forcible seizure.

For example, two days ago, he encountered a fat sheep and snatched a full 20,000 spirit stones. This was a rare large sum of money for him, and he was holding a huge sum of money. At a glance, he knew that there was no skill, low cultivation, and no background, so he did not hesitate to take the shot.

As for the consequences, he never even thought about what kind of waves a little monk at the third level of gas refining could make?

When he wanted to come, the 20,000 spirit stones were not worthy of that little monk, that is, Linghu. Only in his own hands, that was the best use.

I have to say that this kind of psychology is really damn.

At this moment, he was sitting in a chair leisurely, drinking afternoon tea, surrounded by two beautiful women wearing tulle and looming skin, rubbing his legs and pinching his shoulders, unhappy.

"Today, that idiot didn't come." Qin Guangzhi put down the tea cup and put his hand on the woman's chest and kneaded.

"Well ... the little monk had no background at first sight, where would he dare to come to trouble with an adult?" The woman gasped slightly.

"Hey, count his acquaintances. I killed an ant like him. I killed 800 or 800." Qin Guangzhi looked at the woman with a smile, trying to increase the strength of her hand, but saw a thin man in Tsing Yi The man came from a distance.

"Sir, there is a five-layer monk who refined gas to sell Qidan Pavilion at Qizhen Pavilion. He said that there are three Qidans of great value in his hand. He would only take it out if he saw a steward." "I thought that such a good thing should be left to the adult to deal with, so I will report it to the adult."

"Oh?"

Qin Guangzhi immediately became interested. A smile flashed on the old face, and he threw ten spirit stones at the man, saying, "Yes, you are doing well. This is a reward for you."

The man in Tsing Yi took Lingshi with an eyebrow and a smile on his face.

Obviously, he knew what Qin Guangzhi was doing.

"Hey, baby, let's go and see Qidan in this fat sheep's hand, and wait for me to come back and hurt you." Qin Guangzhi patted the woman's face, turned and walked out of the courtyard, toward the parlor of Qizhenge Walk in the direction.

The Qizhen Pavilion was spread throughout the Qin Dynasty. It is an agency that specializes in selling all kinds of Qizhen, but also operates as a pawnshop and auction house. Therefore, when many monks are stumped, they come to **** Qizhen or give it to Qizhen. Court for auction.

This also gave him the opportunity to find a hole.

Once there is a monk who is not high in cultivation and does not seem to have a background, Qin Guangzhi will first use words to stabilize the other party, and flee the spirit stone or objects, and then use some unscrupulous means to threaten the other party. Things are made public.

And he regards what others have worked so hard for.

He has worked in this position for more than ten years, forcing no less than fifty things to be seized, no less than 100,000 spirit stones, and no less than a hundred lives affected by this matter, but he is in the most immortal world. The monks at the lower level did not dare to reveal him at all, so he has lived quite a good life these years, his courage has grown, and his appetite has grown.

Therefore, he deliberately bought some of the maids in Qizhen Pavilion to play miscellaneous things, and once he had the kind of puppet that was cultivated as a low monk, he came to tell him.

"I don't know if this sheep delivered to the door is fat enough, what are the three Qidans?" Qin Guangzhi was full of expectations, and the pace at his feet was faster.

Before long, he came to a elegantly decorated conference room.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a monk wearing a black robe and wearing a bucket hat, sitting on a chair with his face completely covered, holding a cup of fragrant tea in his hand, slowly putting it to his mouth, and taking a sip.

This monk is naturally Lingxian.

After thinking of the solution, he came to Qizhen Pavilion and wanted to use three Qionghuadan as fishing bait. First he designed Qin Guangzhi to accept it, and then he became famous. Even if this matter is even more troublesome, it is his reason. The director of Qizhenge will inevitably give him an account.

"The fish is hooked."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and looked at the man in front of her.

He was about sixty years old, wearing a blue robe, short in shape, sharp-mouthed monkey gills, and a pair of triangular eyes flashing with unpleasant light, his face was particularly abominable, and at first sight, he was irritable.

"Hiding his head and showing his tail, he didn't dare to show people his true face. Presumably his things were wrong, but this is better. I took his baby, and he didn't dare to report me." Qin Guangzhi was also looking at Ling Xian and saw him black The gauze covered his face and couldn't help but feel happy.

"This Daoist, in the lower Qin Guangzhi, is the steward of Qizhen Pavilion." Qin Guangzhi bowed and salute, with a sweet smile on his face.

"It turned out to be Qin Guanshi, long after long." Ling Xian returned the gift, saying that if he didn't know his true face, I am afraid that with this sincere smile, he could make people feel good and believe what he said.

"You are very kind, I heard that you have three Qidans, and you will only take them out when you see the steward. Now Qin is here, can you give me a glimpse of it?" Qin Guangzhi's words are very polite. I'm afraid it will be flattered by this.

"This ..." Ling Xian pretended to be hesitant, pretending to be nervous.

"Is there any difficulty for Daoyou?" Qin Guangzhi saw him hesitate, his expression tense, and strengthened his guess. He chuckled: "Anyway, I do n’t care about the source of Qizhengge. Daoyou may rest assured."

"That's the case, then I'm relieved." Ling Xian deliberately pretended to be relieved, and with a wave of her hand, three Qionghuadan suspended in the air, filled with sweet Danxiang.

Qin Guangzhi's face was full of doubts, feeling the aura of Qiong Huadan's emanation, and he couldn't help but have a anger in his heart. The little monk just didn't know it and regarded this garbage as a treasure.

However, in the mind that he would rather kill a thousand by mistake rather than let alone one, he patiently asked, "Excuse me, but I don't know what the name is? What effect?"

"Qiong Huadan, has Qin Guanshi ever heard that?" Ling Xian smiled slightly.

"what?!"

Qin Guang exclaimed. As the director of Qizhen Pavilion, he dealt with all kinds of Qizhen all day long. He was quite knowledgeable. He naturally heard of Qiong Huadan's name, so his eyes were full of disbelief, his voice Quivering: "Is it ... the long-lost Joan Huadan in the legend?"

"Exactly, this Dan is a simplified version. Although there are only nine grades, its magical effect to make up for the innate essence is not bad. Qin Guanxi can rest assured." Ling Xian explained it and said that Qiong Huadan took it out and didn't believe you weren't hooked.

Sure enough, Qin Guangzhi's eyes flashed a moment of greed and his eyes stared at Ling Xian, saying: "No wonder I feel that the aura of this Dan's aura is only nine grades, but according to Tao You, since the effect of Qiong Huadan has not weakened, The value of Dan is amazing. "

However, there was a bit of doubt in his heart. He was not worried about Ling Xian deceiving him, but rather the original owner of Dan. He never thought that Qiong Huadan was made by Ling Xian himself, thinking he was stolen. So there was some concern that this Dan's master came to the door, but when thinking of the strength of Qizhen Pavilion, Qin Guangzhi was immediately fearless, and only wanted to own Qionghua Dan as his own.

"Is Dan a pawn? How much is it worth?" Ling Xian asked.

Qin Guangzhi's eyes were so hot that he couldn't wait to say, "Such a Qidan **** is definitely no problem, but the price is not easy to say. If you meet someone who just needs it, you can sell it for a high price. So, let me discuss the price with the director. You first Go back and wait, come back tomorrow, I will give you the spirit stone. "

"This ..." Ling Xian hesitated.

"Why, can't you trust me Qin? Can't trust Qizhenge's signboard?" Qin Guangzhi's face sank.

"No ... I didn't mean it that way." Ling Xian quickly waved her hands, deliberately pretending to be flustered, showing the nervousness, fear, and other looks of the little man when facing the anger of the superior.

Seeing Ling Pan's panic, Qin Guangzhi fluttered a little, without any doubts, his face softened and said softly: "Don't worry, Qizhen Pavilion is spread all over the Qin Dynasty. What strange treasures haven't been seen before? Your Qiong Huadan, ruin this golden signboard? "

Ling Xian was silent for a moment, and gritted her teeth. "Well then, I'll take the spirit stone tomorrow."

"It's so good, you can rest assured that Qizhen Pavilion will never get greedy for your spirit. Even if the director of Qingcheng Qizhen Pavilion sees the money, I won't agree with you. You can go and inquire. Who in Qingcheng doesn't know that I am upright and believes in keeping promises? "Qin Guangzhi's letter promised as much as possible.

However, in Ling Xian ’s view, she is talking blindly with her eyes open. There is as much shame as you are shameless. The heart says that you are really shameless. The entire Qizhen Pavilion is a place where you dare to use your power for personal gain and do what is robbed. , Actually still shamelessly said that he believed in keeping promises?

However, he suppressed the anger and killing in his heart, nodded with a smile, turned and walked out of the living room.

Looking at the back of his departure, Qin Guangzhi's conspiracy smile appeared on his face, ironically: "Another idiot, but this time he can make a lot of money, Qiong Huadan of great value, and three at a time, all of them are Seventy percent of the medicine is effective, and less is worth fifty thousand spirits! "

He didn't know that when Ling Xian walked out of Qizhen Pavilion, he also had a conspiracy smile on his face.

Of course, this cannot be said to be a conspiracy, but a strategy conceived against conspiracy and scum.

Looking at the magnificent Qizhen Pavilion, the corner of Lingxian's mouth was slightly raised, but his eyes were flashing with the coldest killing intention, and said, "Good show is about to begin, Qin Guangzhi, enjoy the last time in your life."