God level swordsman

Chapter 9 Divine Soil 3
It is indeed something that Jiang Wudao can only do if he wants to raise his feet in front of his face.

The caravan steward carefully looked at Zhao Tai who was smiling, bowed and replied: "Everything is first come, first served. This is especially true when doing business in our Fentian Caravan. Since the young master has already taken action, I will definitely not stop midway. The change ruined the sign, please forgive me."

Jiang Wudao narrowed his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "You are right, business should be like this, but I really want it, what do you think should be done?"

The steward of the caravan pondered for a moment, then replied: "The divine land has already belonged to this young master. If you really want it, you can discuss it with this young master."

"After all the detours, it's finally your fault."

Jiang Wudao chuckled and looked at Zhao Tai, "Come on, Mr. Zhao, let's make a price."

"Sorry, I don't want to sell."

Zhao Tai picked up the sacred soil, turned around and left.

Jiang Wudao's face was gloomy, with a cold light flowing in his eyes.

A young servant beside him observed his words and expressions, and immediately stepped forward, blocked Zhao Tai, and scolded: "My son asked you to make a price, and even if you have money, you won't make money. Are you stupid?"

Zhao Tai paused and looked at him with a half-smile.

This servant originally wanted to show off in front of Jiang Wudao, but he didn't want Zhao Tai to look at him like that, so he suddenly felt his scalp tingling.

"Dog thing, do you have a share in talking?"

Jiang Wudao strode forward, kicked him to the ground, and then stepped on him twice. He waved his hands and ordered everyone around him: "You have no dignity. A servant dares to talk to Mr. Zhao like this. Beat him to death." , drag it back and feed the dog."

Hearing the words, the servants' pupils shrank, and they immediately stepped forward, punching and kicking the servant just now, as if they were sworn enemies.

Miserable wailing echoed through the streets, and the onlookers felt chills coming from their backs.

The Nanling Dynasty talked about the law, but Jiang Wudao killed his own servants, even the government had nothing to say.

A servant's life is worthless and has no status at all.

Jiang Wudao looked apologetic and looked at Zhao Tai with a smile: "Brother Zhao, I'm sorry, but I didn't discipline you well."

"It's okay."

Zhao Tai walked a few steps with the sacred soil in his arms, turned his head and pointed at the young servant who was beaten by Ou, and said indifferently: "It's not a big deal, just teach him a lesson. God has the virtue of good life, please spare his life." .”

Jiang Wudao was stunned, and waved his hands, and the servants stopped immediately.

At this time, the young servant who wanted to show his superiority was already lying in a pool of blood. Fortunately, he still had breath and was not in danger of his life.He felt secretly grateful in his heart. If Zhao Tai hadn't opened his mouth, he would have been beaten to death on the street.

"Who is this son? He is so benevolent."

"It seems to be Zhao Tai, the eldest son of the Zhao family. He hardly goes out. I was lucky enough to meet him a few years ago."

"Hey, what did the Zhao family do, but they have a son who is soft-hearted, interesting."

There was a burst of whispering around, and the eyes looking at Zhao Tai were extremely surprised.

Jiang Wudao watched Zhao Tai's leaving back, his face darkened, and he pointed at the servant on the ground: "Drag him back."

Back home, the more Jiang Wudao thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He always felt that something that belonged to him was taken away.

bang,

A valuable vase was swept to the ground.

The maidservants who were waiting around suddenly fell silent, not daring to breathe, for fear that this irascible young master would light up the sky lanterns for them.

"Why are you so angry?" An angry voice sounded outside the door.

The middle-aged man with an extraordinary bearing walked into the room, and greetings suddenly sounded from everywhere.

"Homeowner."

This person is Jiang Wenbai, the head of the Jiang family.

Jiang Wenbai waved his hand and retreated in all directions.

Seeing his father coming, Jiang Wudao calmed down and told what happened on the street just now.

Jiang Wenbo pondered for a moment, then patted him on the shoulder: "You did the right thing, it would be unwise to have a conflict with the Zhao family on the surface."

"Wouldn't this be letting the people of the Zhao family ride on our heads?"

"Talk about reason in everything. Only when you have the reason can you take the initiative. The Zhao family boy bought the sacred land before you. You have already taken the reason. If you take it by force, you will fall behind. Listen to what you say , That kid from the Zhao family actually took pity on people's lives, which shows that he is a cowardly person, so there is nothing to worry about. But you can't be careless, some people are very good at disguising, it is always right to be more careful."

"Father is saying that Zhao Tai is faking?"

"It's possible."

Jiang Wudao sighed angrily, "The child always feels that there are good things in those pieces of sacred soil, and he is really unwilling to lose them like this."

"Then go and ask for it back. We and the Zhao family have already broken our faces, and there is no need to care about their face." Jiang Wenbai smiled slightly.

"What does father mean?"

"Report to the official, just say that our Jiang family stole those pieces of sacred soil, and ask the people from the government to go to Zhao's house to find them. On the other hand, send some good hands into Zhao's house to steal the things."

"It's so good." Jiang Wudao secretly delighted.

Zhao Tai returned to the courtyard, and put the sacred soil on the table in a leisurely manner.

"Fortunately, I finally got these things. Jiang Wudao must be very unwilling. I asked him to spare the life of that servant, which must have made him despise me. I'm afraid that Jiang Wenbo's genius can see the clues. , if I were him, I would definitely take the opportunity to throw some dirty water, and at the same time satisfy his son's desire, and send people here to snatch the things away."

Zhao Tai shook his head with a smile, and said to himself, "How can you spit out what you just eat in your mouth?"

He sat down slowly and poured himself a glass of water first.

After drinking the tea, Zhao Tai reached out and pressed a piece of divine soil.

The black soil is hard and cold, and because it has been buried underground for many years, it exudes a chilly atmosphere.

Gently bite your finger and smear a small drop of blood on the surface of the sacred soil. The entire sacred soil will be like a blooming lotus, petals falling apart.

Among the petals in the soil layer was a piece of blood-stained cloth with a few crooked lines of blood written on it.

Zhao Tai carefully picked up the blood cloth and couldn't help but smile bitterly after reading it.

This is a "love letter" written in blood. It talks about admiration for a young lady of a certain family. Even if you die, you will not be able to swallow this breath.

There are many strange and strange things in the world in the sacred soil. It is not surprising to find such a thing. This also shows the preciousness of the secret books of the exercises. Once the exercises are opened, it is really good luck.

No matter how bad the skills are, you can earn back the money you bought for the sacred soil, and you can make a small fortune; if the skills are top-notch, it's like a carp leaping over the dragon's gate.

Zhao Tai knew what was going on, so he took his time and drove the next one.

The soil layer spread out, revealing a book in the middle with a simple style.

"Zixia Divine Art!"

Zhao Tai's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

(End of this chapter)