Meng Xueli thought, I'm not the kind of person who 'sells children for money', do I look poor
As everyone knows, in the eyes of others, both of them have young faces, and Xiao Tingyun is half a head taller than him, rather like his brother.
Back then, when Ji Xiao wanted to reshape the flesh and blood for Ling Sable to achieve a human body, in addition to the 'Reincarnation Pill' of the Lord of the Heavenly Lake Realm, he also needed a lot of auxiliary materials.
Meng Xueli came to 'Hengtong Juyuan' for the first time and nestled in Ji Xiao's chest. Passing by the third floor, I bumped into the Beiming Mountain Beast Master who was buying and selling spirit beasts.
The purple rat, the red fox, and the white tiger were trapped in their respective iron cages, scratching the door irritably. The group of people by the cage chatted lively, bargaining for five hundred low-grade spirit stones.
"Look at this hair color and appearance, it's rare in the north, and it's really not expensive. If I wasn't in a hurry to spend money today, I wouldn't sell it."
"Don't lie, I'm afraid it's too much to eat and it won't work, so make it cheaper!"
He stuck his head out of Ji Xiao's arms. Although the spirit beasts in the human world were not from the demon world, he still hurt them, and he felt a sense of sympathy.
In the desolate atmosphere, it seems that Ji Xiao will hold the back of his neck and hand it out as soon as he reaches out his hand:
"Three thousand top-grade spirit stones, this is your mink."
However, his internal injuries were too severe and he was weak, so he had to gently rub Ji Xiao's neck: "Is Master Jianzun in a hurry to spend money?"
Ji Xiao felt inexplicable: "...No hurry."
Meng Xueli was relieved, and raised his head and licked his jaw again to show his loyalty.
Three years passed in a flash, Sword Sovereign fell, and things were right and wrong.
'Hengtong Juyuan' stands still, with a lot of traffic in front of the door, and it still looks like the old days.
The building is six stories high, the lobby is open and furnished in old fashion. People with accents and costumes from all over the place came in and out.
"Two immortal masters, please." The young man greeted him enthusiastically, "What do you want to see? Pawn the old things on the first floor, buy magic tools and elixir on the second floor, and help you consign your treasures on the third floor."
Meng Xueli pulled Ji Xiao: "I don't do business, I'll take care of your money."
The young man looked confused: "There is no manager named Qian."
"Why not?" Meng Xueli touched his nose: "Treasurer Qian, Boss Qian, Dongjia Qian, what do you call him?"
Ji Xiao secretly sighed that he was not doing things comprehensively, knowing that he should leave a token to the little Taoist companion today. He was about to speak when a middle-aged steward hurried downstairs. The lobby clerk and the wandering guests were startled and stared at them, thinking that something major had happened.
But seeing the steward respectfully saluting, he repeatedly said that he was scornful: "Please go upstairs, noble."
The stairs turn back and forth for a long time, and the steward leads the way. After the third floor, it became quieter and quieter as I walked, and I could faintly hear the noise of people downstairs. Near the top floor, there were only the footsteps of a few people.
Meng Xueli carefully sensed his surroundings, and suddenly noticed something, a hint of vigilance rose in his heart, and he subconsciously took two quick steps to protect the disciple behind him.
In 'Hengtong Juyuan', there is a strong person in the Mahayana realm, whose realm is on a par with that of the real head of Hanshan. Why did such a strong man appear in the pawn shop
Meng Xueli: "Where are we going?"
The steward replied respectfully: "Go see the real person."
Meng Xueli's expression was slightly cold: "I don't see any real people, I'll take care of money."
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 resigned.
Ji Xiao pushed open the door familiarly and went in. Meng Xueli was afraid that something might happen to him, so he hurriedly took the lead.
Meng Xueli thought too much, there were no floods and beasts in the door, it was just an ordinary study with a huge table, pen and ink, ledgers, and abacus.
A monk dressed as a scholar and with a youthful face stood up after the case and pointed a fan in his hand: "Please take a seat."
Meng Xueli hesitated: "This senior..."
The scholar waved his hand familiarly: "You are polite. You are the Taoist companion of the real person Ji Xiao, your name is Meng Xueli, right?"
Meng Xueli was slightly surprised: "Do you recognize me?"
He hasn't been down Hanshan for three years, and the last time he came here, he still looked like a weak ferret.
And he knew that in the eyes of people, minks all look the same.
The scholar didn't answer, and looked at his clothes carefully: "The silver dark pattern on your cloak is a set of formations. It is clean and warm, and there is no second one in the world. It's a pity that the cold mountain range is extremely cold, so I changed it. Elsewhere, you can wear it and lie in the snow. Am I right?"
Meng Xueli was at a loss: "I don't understand this."
The scholar smiled: "You don't understand I understand. This was taken from me by Jian Zun three years ago. So I recognize you."
Meng Xueli could see that the person in front of him was not malicious, but he couldn't make out his intention: "...Thank you."
"No thanks. It should be."
Ji Xiao was wearing the ordinary white robe of a Hanshan disciple, and the scholar asked suspiciously, "This is..."
Ji Xiao did not change his face and stood behind Meng Xueli.
Meng Xueli said solemnly, "This is my eldest disciple, Xiao Tingyun."
The scholar praised: "Good roots!"
Meng Xueli tentatively said: "My Taoist companion once said that his private treasury is located in 'Hengtong Juyuan', and the manager of the treasury is surnamed Qian."
Three years ago, Ji Xiao came in a hurry, took the materials and left. Meng Xueli didn't know what Qian Steward looked like.
"Yes, I, Qian Yuzhi, is the manager of Jianzun's private library." The scholar smiled, "There are not many people who have seen me here, and it is called Zhenren Qian. You are looking for money manager in the lobby, and no one will agree."
Meng Xueli nodded randomly, thinking that Ji Xiao didn't tell me that the steward was a Mahayana practitioner.
Ji Xiao thought to himself, after three years of absence, Junior Brother Qian has improved his cultivation.
With a sound of 'crashing', Qian Yuzhi unfolded the folding fan, with four big characters in black ink on a white background, 'Harmony generates wealth'.
He shook his fan and asked, "Does Elder Meng come to fetch the spirit stone, or does he need a magic weapon or medicinal pill?"
Meng Xueli sat down and glanced at Ji Xiao unintentionally: "Let's see the private library, is it convenient to open it now?"
Ji Xiao coughed lightly. He originally thought that when the little Taoist came down the mountain and entered the city, he just wanted to pick up a few instruments. After all, being a master, it was normal for him to give his apprentice a gift.
"'Private treasury' is just a concept." Qian Yuzhi seemed to have heard something interesting, but he didn't dare to laugh, "The industries, businesses and banks under the name of Jianzun are innumerable, and they are not outside the human world. There are more than 600 pawn shops in China... If Elder Meng wants to see the storage warehouse of 'Hengtong Juyuan', he can open it."
Meng Xueli realized that he seemed to be making a joke: "Is that so."
Qian Yuzhi thought he was young and ignorant, and explained patiently: "After Jian Zun became a saint, various schools sent gifts to visit Hanshan. Just at the junction of the north and south, an unowned spirit stone vein mine opened, and the cultivation world took this as a reason. 'Auspicious Rui', congratulations on his sanctification, he has no intention of vulgarity and does not want to take over the vein mine, so I will take care of the money for him and charge him 50% of the profit every year as a fee for taking care of it.
"Money makes money, and profits roll in. It has been more than a hundred years since he opened a pawnshop and a business. He never cares about the business, whether it is a loss or a profit. Every time he lacks or wants anything, he just comes here to find me. The biggest expenditure so far is the construction of Changchun Peak.”
Meng Xueli only knew what sensational events Ji Xiao had done, but he didn't know about Ji Xiao's previous life. Hearing this was very interesting, his eyes brightened, and he nodded again and again.
Qian Yuzhi thought, this is clearly still a child, and he was only sixteen years old when he joined the family, so Brother Ji Xiao was embarrassed to start.
He opened the hidden compartment of the bookshelf behind him and took out a thin booklet: "This is the original account book a hundred years ago."
Then he pointed to the tall bookshelf leading to the roof: "These are the accounts of recent years."
Finally, the folding fan knocked on the ledger piled up on the table: "This is the latest general ledger. It was just finished last night on New Year's Eve. Please take a look at Elder Meng."
Meng Xueli was stunned for a moment: "...You have worked hard."
Qian Yuzhi said, "It's not hard work, I'm a supervisor. It's really interesting to see what the accountants plan to sell."
Meng Xueli didn't understand this kind of fun, so he opened an account book and saw neat handwriting and clear format.
But after reading a few pages, he felt dizzy and his ears buzzed. He didn't know how to distinguish between upper and lower grade instruments, how much precious and exotic grasses were worth, and how much water a pawn shop had to run each year.
Let me fight swords, he thought.
Seeing that his face was wrong, Qian Yuzhi began to make tea. Ji Xiao took the tea cup and handed it to Meng Xueli: "Don't worry."
Meng Xueli thought about it and gave up completely. He specialized in surgery, so maybe Ji Xiao couldn't understand it.
Meng Xueli asked: "If you replace all the magic tools, medicinal herbs, and spirit herbs in the private library with spirit stones, I mean, no matter what, you can replace them all with spirit stones. How many 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 I'll tell you numbers, but you don't have any idea. It's better to make an analogy. Wan, enough to support the formation for a hundred years, right?"
Meng Xueli nodded, thinking three million, a lot.
Qian Yuzhi: "From now on, I will send you 3 million spirit stones every day. It will take 1500 years to empty the private treasury. How long is 1500 years? Enough to build another Hanshan Sword Sect."
Meng Xueli opened his mouth slightly, and after a while spit out a word: "Huh?"
Ji Xiao lightly patted the back of his hand, comforting a little.
Meng Xueli calmed down and coughed lightly: "I've lost my temper, I just didn't know that my Taoist companion has so much money."
Ji Xiao thought to himself, I don't know myself, I have so much money.
Qian Yuzhi waved the folding fan of 'Harmony generates wealth' and smiled: "When a person is very powerful and has a high reputation, all the best resources in the world will tilt towards him intentionally or unintentionally. This is the rule of the world. It's like a sword. Respect such a person, he wants to have no money? That's more difficult."
Meng Xueli couldn't understand, and was speechless for a moment: "No, it's because of you, you take care of it well! Did he not allow you to practice, and only let you do these things?"
Qian Yuyi was stunned: "I just like to do these things. In the whole Hanshan, only Senior Brother Ji Xiao and Senior Brother Hu Si 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 swordsmanship?"
Meng Xueli heard him say that Hanshan, also known as Ji Xiao and Hu Si as senior brothers, hurriedly explained: "No, no, I misunderstood, you are from the Hanshan Sword Sect?" I don't know what it has to do with Ji Xiao.
Ji Xiao sighed in his heart, the absurd old things about Hanshan in those days will be known to the Taoist companions.
Sure enough, Qian Yuzhi sighed, "This is a long story..."
Meng Xueli poured tea for him: "It's alright, let's talk slowly from the beginning."
Qian Yuzhi said with a nostalgic look on his face: "When I was a child, my family owned a pawnshop. Since I was a child, I would settle accounts and count money and entertain guests. My parents said that I was a good material for doing business. When I was twelve years old, I met The elder of Hanshan's apprentices was found to be the root of swordsmanship, and he was confused into the Hanshan Sword Sect.
"Everyone said that cultivation is good. Longevity is indispensable to a hundred years of life. Master said that I was talented and intelligent, and had high hopes for me. I couldn't bear to live up to it, and I practiced my sword hard. Later, Jianzun wanted to help establish a new peak master. Leave it to me... At that time, my master passed away, and no one urged me to practice swords anymore. I suddenly began to think, what is the purpose of practicing Taoism? Immortality, soaring in the daytime? The peak master doesn’t like to practice swords either, but it’s a pity that others don’t understand it.”
If Meng Xueli was still the King of Snow Mountain, hearing this, he would definitely disdain this statement. But he lived again, and he knew how to accept differences. He asked, "Others don't understand you, but the real person Ji Xiao understands you?"
Qian Yuzhi knocked on the table with the folding fan: "Of course he understands, his senior brother doesn't like practicing swords!"
Ji Xiao thought to himself, it's different, Hu Si is just addicted to miscellaneous learning, doesn't like practicing swordsmanship, you don't like cultivation.
As if one child likes to read, but doesn't like going to private school, the other doesn't even like reading.
But the twisted melon is not sweet, you don't want to be the peak master, can I put the sword on your neck
Qian Yuzhi said: "When I asked to go down the mountain, the whole person suddenly became enlightened. I just like to make money, count money, and manage business, which is not wrong. Even if it is just a few decades, I have to live the life I like. Who wants to joke , let them joke."
He doesn't want to raise a lake to the sky and become detached from the world; he also doesn't want to help the world and make rules to change the world. He just wants to accept himself.
Meng Xueli was fascinated by the story: "Then what?"
"Then Jianzun helped my junior brother to be the master of the Chongyu Peak. He did a good job. I also got my wish. I feel good every day.
Ji Xiao reluctantly thought, how did your junior brother do a good job in making things up
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. I don't want to practice swordsmanship, I just want to make money.