Han Shan's Sword Unsheathed

Meng Xueli thought, I'm not the kind of person who sells children for money. Do I look poor?

Little did they know that in the eyes of others, both of them had youthful faces, and Xiao Tingyun was half a head taller than him, resembling his elder brother.

Back then, Jixiao wanted to reshape the flesh and blood of the sable to achieve a human body, in addition to the "Reincarnation Pill" of the Lord of the Great Realm of Tianhu Lake, he also needed a lot of auxiliary materials.

Meng Xueli came to 'Hengtong Juyuan' for the first time, nestling in the front of Jixiao's chest.Passing by the third floor, I ran into the Beast Master of Beiming Mountain buying and selling spirit beasts.

The purple mouse, the red fox, and the white tiger were trapped in their respective iron cages, irritably turning and scratching at the door.The group of people by the cage chatted lively, bargaining for five hundred low-grade spirit stones.

"Look at the color and appearance of this fur, which is rare in the north. It's really not expensive. If it weren't for the rush to spend money today, I wouldn't sell it."

"Don't lie to others, I'm afraid it's too much to eat and it won't work, so make it cheaper!"

He poked his head out of Ji Xiao's arms. Although the spirit beasts of the human world were not of the monster race of the demon world, they still harmed their kind, and felt a sense of sympathy.

Under the bleak atmosphere, it seemed that as soon as Ji Xiao stretched out his hand, he was about to hand it out by the nape of his neck:

"Three thousand high-grade spirit stones, this is your mink."

However, his internal injuries were too severe and he was weak, so he could only gently rub Jixiao's neck: "Master Jianzun, is he in a hurry to spend money?"

Ji Xiao felt baffled: "...not in a hurry."

Meng Xueli felt relieved, and raised her head to lick his chin again to show her loyalty.

Three years passed in a flash, the sword master fell, and things changed.

'Hengtong Juyuan' stands still, and there is a lot of traffic in front of the gate, which is still the same as in the old days.

The building is six storeys high, with a spacious lobby and old furnishings.People with different accents and different costumes came in and out.

"Please come to the two immortal masters." The young man greeted him warmly, "What do you want to see? Pawn the old things on the first floor, buy magic tools and magic pills on the second floor, and consign and sell treasures on the third floor."

Meng Xueli pulled Ji Xiao: "I don't do business, I'll take care of your money."

The young guy showed a puzzled look: "There is no manager whose surname is Qian."

"Why not?" Meng Xueli touched his nose: "Treasurer Qian, Boss Qian, Boss Qian, what do you call him?"

Ji Xiao secretly sighed that he didn't do everything well, and he knew that he should leave a token for the little Taoist couple today.He was about to speak when a middle-aged manager hurried downstairs, the lobby staff and the guests wandering around were startled and stared at them, thinking that something serious had happened.

However, the steward saluted respectfully and even said he was negligent: "Your Excellency, please come upstairs."

The stairs are long and winding, and the steward leads the way ahead.After the third floor, it became quieter and quieter as you walked, and you could faintly hear the noise of people downstairs, and near the top floor, only the footsteps of a few people.

Meng Xueli carefully sensed her surroundings, and when she suddenly noticed something, a trace of vigilance rose in her heart, and she subconsciously took two quick steps to protect her disciple behind her.

In 'Hengtong Juyuan', there is a Mahayana strongman whose realm is not comparable to that of the master of Hanshan.Why did such a strong person appear in the pawn shop?

Meng Xueli: "Where are we going?"

The steward replied respectfully: "Go to see the real person."

Meng Xueli's expression was slightly cold: "I don't see any real people, I'm looking for money to manage things."

Without waiting for the steward to explain, they were already standing at the end of the corridor, in front of a Linghua door, and the steward saluted and took their leave.

Ji Xiao pushed the door open and walked in familiarly. Meng Xueli was afraid that something might happen to him, so she hurriedly took the first step.

Meng Xueli was too worried, there was no scourge in the door, it was just an ordinary study room with a huge table and case, where there were pens, ink, ledgers, and abacus.

A monk dressed as a scholar with a youthful face got up from behind the case, and pointed with a folding fan in his hand: "Please sit down."

Meng Xueli hesitated: "This senior..."

The scholar waved his hand familiarly: "You are welcome. You are the Taoist companion of Jixiao, named Meng Xueli, right?"

Meng Xueli was slightly surprised: "You recognize me?"

He hasn't been down to Cold Mountain for three years, and he was still weak and spirited when he came here last time.

And he knew that in people's eyes, minks all look the same.

The scholar didn't answer, and looked at his clothes carefully: "The silver dark lines on this cloak of yours are a set of formations. It is spotless and warm, and there is no second one in the world. It's a pity that the cold mountains are extremely cold. Elsewhere, you can lie in the snow in it. Am I right?"

Meng Xueli was at a loss: "I don't understand these things."

The scholar smiled: "You don't understand, I understand. Three years ago, Sword Master took it from me. So I recognize you."

Meng Xueli saw that the person in front of her was not malicious, but she couldn't figure out why he came: "...Thank you."

"No thanks. It should."

Ji Xiao was wearing the ordinary white robe of a Hanshan disciple, and the scholar asked doubtfully, "This is..."

Ji Xiao didn't change his face, and stood behind Meng Xueli.

Meng Xueli said solemnly: "This is my eldest disciple, Xiao Tingyun."

The scholar praised: "What a good root!"

Meng Xueli tentatively said: "My Daoist once said that his private treasury is set up in 'Hengtong Juyuan', and the surname of the treasury manager is Qian."

Three years ago Ji Xiao came here in a hurry, took the materials and left.Meng Xueli didn't know what Guanshi Qian looked like.

"Yes, I, Qian Yuzhi, is in charge of Jianzun's private treasury." The scholar smiled, "Not many people have met me here, and they are called real Qian. If you ask for money in the lobby, no one will agree."

Meng Xueli nodded indiscriminately, thinking that Ji Xiao hadn't told me that the manager was a Mahayana practitioner.

Ji Xiao thought to himself, after seeing each other for three years, Junior Brother Qian has improved his cultivation.

With a sound of 'crash', Qian Yuzhi unfolded his folding fan, and there were four large characters in black ink on a white background, 'harmony generates wealth'.

He waved his fan and asked, "Is Elder Meng here to fetch the spirit stone, or does he need magic tools and elixir?"

Meng Xueli sat down and glanced at Ji Xiao seemingly unintentionally: "Let's take a look at the private vault, is it convenient to open it now?"

Ji Xiao coughed lightly. He originally thought that the little Taoist couple went down the mountain and went to the city just to get a few magical artifacts. After all, as a master, it is normal to give apprentices a gift of worship.

"'Private treasury' is just a concept." Qian Yuzhi seemed to have heard something interesting, but he didn't dare to laugh. There are more than [-] pawn shops here... If Elder Meng wants to see the storage warehouse of 'Hengtong Juyuan', he can open it."

Meng Xueli realized that she seemed to be making a joke: "That's it."

Qian Yuzhi thought that he was young and ignorant, and patiently explained: "After Jianzun became a saint, various sects went to Hanshan to give gifts and visits. It happened that at the junction of the north and the south, an unowned spiritual stone vein mine was opened, and the practice community took it as an example. 'Xiangrui', congratulations on his sanctification, he has no heart, and he doesn't want to take over the hand vein mine, so I take care of the money for him, and charge him [-]% profit every year as the management fee.

"Money begets money, and profits come and go. It has been more than a hundred years since I opened a pawnshop and then a business. He never cared about the business, whether he made a loss or made a profit. Whenever he lacked or wanted anything, he just came here to find me. The biggest expenditure at present is the construction of Changchun Peak."

Meng Xueli only knew about the sensational things Ji Xiao had done, but didn't know about Ji Xiao's previous life. Hearing this was very interesting, her eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly.

Qian Yuzhi thought to himself, this is obviously still a child, he was only 16 years old when he joined the nationality, senior brother Ji Xiao would be ashamed to do it.

He opened the hidden compartment of the bookshelf behind him and took out a thin booklet: "This is the initial account book from a hundred years ago."

Then he pointed to the tall bookshelf leading to the roof: "These are recent accounts."

Finally, the folding fan knocked on the ledgers piled up on the table: "This is the latest ledger. It was just calculated last night on New Year's Eve. Please look over it, Elder Meng."

Meng Xueli was stunned for a moment: "...You have worked hard."

Qian Yuzhi said: "It's not hard work, I'm the supervisor. It's really interesting to see the calculations of those accountants."

Meng Xueli didn't understand this interest, so when she opened an account book, she saw that the handwriting was neat and the format was clear.

But after reading a few pages, he felt dizzy and his ears were buzzing.He didn't know how to distinguish between high-grade and high-grade instruments, the specific value of rare and rare herbs, and the normal annual turnover of a pawn shop.

Let me go to the sword fight, he thought.

Qian Yuzhi saw that his expression was not right, so he started to make tea.Ji Xiao took the teacup and handed it to Meng Xueli: "Don't worry."

Meng Xueli thought about it for a while, and then she simply gave up completely. Since she specializes in art, Ji Xiao might not be able to understand it.

Meng Xueli asked: "If we replace all the magic tools, pills, and spirit herbs in the private treasury with spirit stones, I mean no matter what, all of them are replaced with spirit stones. How much can there be in total? Millions, thousands Ten thousand?"

Qian Yuzhi shook his head and smiled: "You haven't learned the way of calculation, and you don't have much idea when I tell you numbers. Why don't you use an analogy, the 'Eternal Spring Formation' costs 300 spirit stones every year, if there are 100 million , enough to support the formation for [-] years, right?"

Meng Xueli nodded, thinking that 300 million is a lot.

Qian Yuzhi: "From now on, I will send you 300 million spirit stones every day. It will take 500 years to empty out the private treasury. How long is 500 years? It is enough to build another Hanshan Sword Sect."

Meng Xueli opened her mouth slightly, and spit out a word after a while: "Ah?"

Ji Xiao patted the back of his hand lightly to comfort him.

Meng Xueli regained her composure, and coughed lightly: "I lost my composure, I just didn't know that my Taoist companion has so much money."

Ji Xiao thought, I don't even know that I have so much money.

Qian Yuzhi waved the folding fan of "harmony generates wealth" and said with a smile: "When a person is very powerful and famous, all the best resources in the world will be inclined to him intentionally or unintentionally. This is the rule of the world. Like a sword Such a character, he thinks he has no money? That's even more difficult."

Meng Xueli couldn't figure it out, and was speechless for a moment: "No, it's because of you, because you took care of it well! Could it be that he doesn't allow you to practice, and only asks you to do these things?"

Qian Yuzhi was stunned: "I just like doing these things. Only senior brothers Ji Xiao and Hu Si in Hanshan understand me, so I can be a 'private treasury manager'! Elder Meng, you don't want to dismiss me and let me Go back to practice swords?"

Meng Xueli heard him talk about Hanshan, also known as Jixiao and Hu Si as senior brothers, and hurriedly explained: "No, no, I misunderstood, you are from the Hanshan Sword School?" I don't know what it has to do with Jixiao.

Ji Xiao sighed softly in his heart, those absurd things about Han Shan back then will be known by Taoist companions.

Sure enough, Qian Yuzhi sighed: "It's a long story..."

Meng Xueli poured tea for him: "It's okay, let's talk slowly from the beginning."

Qian Yuzhi showed nostalgia on his face: "When I was a child, my family opened a pawn shop. I was able to count the accounts and entertain guests. My parents said that I was a good material for doing business. When I was 12 years old, I met Han Shan The elder who accepted the apprentice was found to be a sword master, and he joined the Hanshan Sword Sect in a daze.

"Everyone says that cultivation is good. A long life is indispensable. My master said that I am talented and intelligent, and he had high expectations for me. I couldn't bear to let him down, and practiced my sword with all my might. Later, Sword Master wanted to support a new peak master. Leave it to me... At that time, my master passed away, and no one urged me to practice swordsmanship. I suddenly began to think, what is the purpose of cultivating Taoism? Immortality, soaring in the daytime? If you are not happy, longevity is just suffering. I don’t want to As a peak master, I don't like to practice swords, but it's a pity that others don't understand."

If Meng Xueli was still the king of the Snow Mountain, when he heard this, he would definitely dismiss this statement. In the demon world, the weak prey on the strong, and the strong are king.But he lived a new life and knew how to accept differences better. He asked: "Other people don't understand you, but Daoist Ji Xiao understands you?"

Qian Yuzhi knocked on the table with his folding fan: "Of course he understands, his brother doesn't like practicing swords!"

Ji Xiao thought, it's different, Hu Si is just obsessed with miscellaneous learning and doesn't like practicing swords, so you don't like practicing.

It's as if one child likes to read but doesn't like to go to private school, and the other doesn't even like to read.

But twisted melons are not sweet, you don't want to be the peak master, can I put a sword around your neck?

Qian Yuzhi said: "When I proposed to go down the mountain, I suddenly became enlightened. I just like earning money, counting money, and running a business. There is nothing wrong with that. Even if it is only a few decades, I still want to live the life I like. Who wants to laugh at me?" , let them make jokes."

He doesn't want to raise a piece of lake water to the sky and transcend the world; he doesn't want to benefit the world and make rules to change the world.He just wants to accept himself.

Meng Xueli was fascinated by the story: "And then?"

"Then Jian Zun helped my junior brother to be the master of Chongbi Peak, and he did a good job. I also got my wish, and I feel happy every day. The century-old stagnation in my heart dissipated, and my cultivation base inexplicably increased very quickly. Everyone is happy!"

Ji Xiao thought helplessly, making up nonsense, where did your junior brother do well?

He forged my handwriting and brought it to you for auction.Think I don't know?

The author has something to say:

Qian Zhenren: Thank you for the invitation.I have no intention of practicing swords, just want to make money.