Notes on building a city in the immortal world

"Of course, it's okay if you really don't want to! But I don't guarantee the consequences." Han Wei finally said.

This is clearly a threat.

Song Qiang felt a strong killing intent from the other party's smile.

And there were rustling sounds from the grain cart.

Since these grain carts have not been formally traded, the villagers have not checked the "grain seeds" in them, and they are only parked in the yard in front of the guest rooms where the merchants live.

Now those bags that were said to be full of grain seeds are bulging, seemingly full of living things.

Song Qiang felt his scalp go numb for a while.

He was sure that if he dared to refuse here, he might become the first victim.

Song Qiang said dryly: "I didn't say I disagree, but I just think it's a pity to kill the Sanxian of Bailu Village! They have long-term experience in fighting monsters, and Manager Hu has been trying to persuade them to become our Duobao Pavilion's bodyguards. Open up trade routes to the southwest."

"The trade route in the southwest? Heck, what you need is not bodyguards, but cannon fodder!" Han Wei sneered.

"Hehe, it's too difficult, so no one wants to go!" Song Qiang smiled with twitching corners of his mouth, seeing Han Wei's expression getting worse, he hurriedly changed his words: "But they rejected us not long ago. If you are so ignorant of flattery, you deserve to die... It's just that you suddenly said that you want me to ask that young master out first, and I don't know where the other party lives?!"

"I've already inquired. Those teachers live with the children in that house at the end of the village!" Han Wei seemed to be prepared: "I can give you half an hour to bring them out. "

"This time is too short..."

"hiss!"

Song Qiang wanted to bargain subconsciously, but his words were interrupted by the sound of the cloth bag being torn.

Song Qiang followed the prestige and subconsciously took several steps back.

On the grain cart, countless pairs of green eyes were looking at him, faintly like will-o'-the-wisps.

And Han Wei touched the head of one of them affectionately.

"After this time limit, even I can't guarantee your safety—"

Unfortunately, Han Wei's plan was doomed to fail from the very beginning.

No one told the traveling merchants that although teachers and students did live together, Nangong Zhenyan was an exception. Like all good children, he had to go back to his ancestors every time the sun went down.

Even on the night when she came out to find the missing children, Zhenyan was obediently taken back to the cave in the end.

What's more, Nangong Qin has recently become obsessed with drinking tea.

It's not right to say that he likes drinking tea. Zhenyan thinks that Nangongqin just has no interest in "eating".

Even with the matter of drinking tea itself, Nangong Qin's focus seems to be a bit off.

"Yan'er, didn't you say you wanted to make 'milk tea' last time? I went to find the relevant materials, can you take a look?"

Zhenyan had just returned to Dongfu when he saw Nangongqin talking to him.

"Thank you..." Zhenyan glanced at the table full of things with a guilty conscience, and then looked at the sky outside.

It's getting late today.

Zhenyan came back two hours later than usual because of the welcoming banquet held by the merchants.

Although Shengyu had specially asked Shengyu to come back to inform Nangongqin, and he left earlier than the others, Zhenyan still felt very sorry when he came back and saw the posture of his ancestor staying here.

Zhenyan couldn't help saying: "I said you don't have to wait for me."

"I'm not waiting, I'm just sitting here." Nangong Qin smiled.

This is "waiting"!

Zhenyan felt like raising a big dog, unable to complain, but Shengyu wanted to sneak away while the two were talking, but when he caught a glimpse of something on the table, he couldn't help screaming.

"Wow! Qingluan Yuyi!" Shengyu yelled suddenly, and it took out a piece of light cloth from the messy pile of spiritual materials on the table, and asked excitedly: "Master, is this the legendary one?" Qingluan Yuyi?!"

"..." Nangong Qin's eyebrows twitched, as if he really wanted to pluck Shengyu's feathers.

"Yuyi? But it looks like tulle." Zhenyan said, reaching out to touch it.

This cloth looks very thin, almost transparent, and it only reflects the light to show the cyan feather pattern, but it feels extremely soft, similar to fluff, and it seems to be very warm in cold winter.

"Qingluan Yuyi is a tulle woven from Qingluan feathers!" Shengyu said: "This kind of yarn is very warm but also very light. Wearing it on the body can even make a mortal without fairy roots fly into the sky, but in the end The important thing is, I heard that Qingluan Yuyi will bring good luck, people have long thought... yo..."

Shengyu's excited words stopped in Nangong Qin's cold eyes.

She finally realized what stupid thing she was doing, so she quickly put Qingluan Yuyi on Zhenyan's head.

"This feather robe is more suitable for the young master!"

After Shengyu finished speaking, he quickly fled out.

Fortunately, the Nangong family didn't want to care about it.

"It sounds like such a precious fabric!" Zhenyan raised the feather coat on his head and asked strangely: "Ancestor, you seem to be very interested in clothing recently?"

"No. I just flipped through the books about tea and found that brewing tea not only requires suitable spiritual materials, but also seems to have something to do with utensils, clothing, weather, and even the place where you live."

"...Ancestor, that kind of book is usually nonsense!" Zhenyan couldn't help complaining.

He wants to tear the feather coat off his head

Nangongqin stopped Zhenyan's movements and pulled him to the water mirror in the corner of the room.

This water mirror was also recently brought back by Nangong Qin.

It looks similar to an ordinary bronze mirror, but it feels like cold water.

Zhenyan always felt that jumping into the water of this mirror might be able to run to another world.

He hasn't had a chance to try it yet, though.

Nangongqin didn't think this water mirror was so rare.

He put the feather coat on Zhenyan in front of the mirror, and tidied Zhenyan's collar: "I think the things written in the book make sense, for example, the feather coat really matches the cloud robe, and Yan'er looks good in it .”

"I think it will look better if you find a fairy to wear it!" Zhenyan said.

That's right!Nangong Qin's recent enthusiasm for tea is not so much that he wants to drink it, but that he prefers to watch Zhenyan's posture of making tea. Therefore, not only the ingredients, but also strict requirements on clothing and equipment, so that there are many more in the cave. meaningless existence.

Zhenyan didn't think there was anything interesting about being a big man making tea.

"I think Yan'er is fine." Nangong Qin said with a smile.

Forget it, as long as the ancestors are happy.

"Then let's make milk tea tonight." Zhenyan said.

He started to prepare, but suddenly remembered something he almost forgot: "By the way, ancestor, can you send Heihu to guard the village tonight? The guests this time are a little suspicious."

"suspicious?"

"Well, although it is true that I asked the village chief to order the grain seeds, would ordinary businessmen rush to collect so many grain seeds after they had just finished arguing with the village chief? We didn't even pay a deposit! "

Speaking of this, Zhenyan had a headache: "I originally wanted the village chief to finish the deal with them as soon as possible and drive them away, but the village chief seemed to have misunderstood me, not only keeping them, but also letting the grain truck Stopped in the village. I thought I'd at least check the contents of the grain cart first."

"Since he did that, it means he has a plan in mind." Nangong Qin said disapprovingly.

"?" Zhenyan looked at Nangong Qin in confusion.

"Well! There's nothing to do over tea anyway, so why don't we watch a play?"

Nangong Qin said so.

He waved at the water mirror that reflected Zhenyan's face just now, and Bailu Village under the night appeared in the water mirror.

In the end, Song Qiang could not refuse Han Wei's request.

He knocked on the door of the student dormitory.

Song Qiang felt that he was unlucky today. The person who opened the door was not the target person he was looking for, but the only female gentleman in the village. Although she was very beautiful, she was just an ordinary person.

For practitioners, such beauties are just like spring flowers, which can only be admired for three days before they cease to exist.

Song Qiang didn't know what such a mortal woman could teach those children.

Of course, no matter what this woman can teach, she will disappear with the village tomorrow.

What makes Song Qiang a headache is that women are more vigilant than men, which also means that he needs to spend more energy to successfully achieve his goals.

In fact, it was just as Song Qiang expected.

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you, my lord?"

The female gentleman asked with an elegant smile, she didn't look rude, but she didn't even open the door completely, and her body was blocked by the crack of the door, making it impossible for Song Qiang to see what was going on in the room.

"I have something important to discuss with Mr. Yan Zhen." Song Qiang said.

"Mr. Yan Zhen has already fallen asleep, can we talk about it tomorrow?" The female gentleman did not intend to tell the other party at all.

"This is a bit inappropriate..." Song Qiang gritted his teeth, and made a deliberately embarrassed look: "It has something to do with Nangong Immortal."

"Nangong Immortal?" the female gentleman pondered.

In Bailu Village, the excuse related to Immortal Nangong was very useful. Sure enough, Song Qiang saw the female gentleman ponder for a while, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll invite you to come over."

Saying so, the female gentleman turned and left, closing the door again before leaving.

Song Qiang walked around the door.

With only half an hour, Song Qiang only hoped that the other party could be faster.

Fortunately, the door opened not long after, and this time behind the door was the "Mr. Yan Zhen".

He seems to have really gone to bed, so instead of the gorgeous cloud-patterned robe he wore during the day, he was wearing an ordinary silk robe—even though, this kind of silk clothes is only affordable for mortal princes and nobles— — Leaning lazily against the door, there is an indescribably pampered temperament.

Why did you feel that this son's temperament was similar to a businessman like yourself at the beginning?

Song Qiang felt that he was really blind during the day.

"You said it's related to Immortal Nangong, what is it?"'Yan Zhen' asked lazily.

"Actually, there are some bad rumors about Immortal Nangong in Bailu City," Song Qiang said. He pretended to glance in the direction of the village chief's house, and lowered his voice: "I told the village chief that day in Bailu City, and because of this There are some disputes, but I brought this up again at today's dinner, it seems that everyone doesn't know, so I think it is necessary to tell you..."

"Why?"'Yan Zhen' stared at Song Qiang with interest: "I'm just the village invite to see the children. Since you told the village chief, why do you need to inform me again?"

"Hehe, judging by your temperament, you are not an ordinary person, and you went to Bailu City with the village chief that day, right? You think it is also your request to come to the grain, so I didn't report the news to you, so it is too unreasonable." Already!"

Song Qiang stared at the face of 'Yan Zhen'.

That's right, he knew 'Yan Zhen' from the very beginning.

Song Qiang feels that doing business is similar to fighting a war, and you must know yourself and your enemy to win.

The matter of pre-ordering grain seeds in Bailu Village was obviously out of his control.

Therefore, before Song Qiang came to Bailu Village, he inquired about the itinerary of the village chief in Bailu City that day in the city. He felt that Lu Dayong would not place such a large order for no reason, and other people should intervene. Said that the other party was traveling with a young master, and even knew that the young master was making a big splash at the Meishe teahouse.

However, Song Qiang did not expect such information to be used in such a place.

"Hmph—" 'Yan Zhen' raised the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, "What kind of rumor is that?"

"It's hard to say in the village." Song Qiang glanced nervously at the village chief's house again.

"Okay, let's go out and talk!" 'Yan Zhen' laughed.

Hooked!

Song Qiang just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but saw 'Yan Zhen' turn around.

Only then did Song Qiang realize that there were still two gentlemen sitting in the living room.

However, unlike when the female gentleman blocked the door before, 'Mr. Yan Zhen' had such an eye-catching aura that Song Qiang never noticed that there were other people in the room.

But since I spoke very softly just now, it shouldn't matter, right?

Song Qiang thought to himself.

I saw 'Yan Zhen' said to those two: "Mr. Wu, Mr. Lin, please wake up the children! The merchant promised to lend us Lu Shu. I think this is the opportunity for the children to go to school. An astronomy lesson by chance."

"Why didn't you say it sooner? Those children probably went to bed early." The monk called Mr. Lin complained.

But they obediently obeyed and called the children.

Before that Mr. Wu left, he gave Song Qiang a gloomy look, which surprised Song Qiang.

After the two left, Song Qiang said to 'Yan Zhen' in a panic: "My lord, what do you mean?!"

"Aren't you going to go out and say it?" 'Yan Zhen' smiled nonchalantly, "But it's just the two of us going out, it's too eye-catching no matter what! As long as you take the children out together, no one will notice. "

"Or, what trouble will this cause you?" 'Yan Zhen' stared at Song Qiang and said.

"No, that's fine too." Song Qiang said with a dry smile.

Yes, this should be fine!

It's just that there are some more children. After the adults in the village disappear, what threat will those little ghosts have? !

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