The old Confucian scholar who came out of Baiyujing was in a daze at the time, and didn't know what expression to make for a moment!
Fang Xing thought he was not happy, so he said earnestly: "Don't underestimate the matter of managing the accounts, it is related to the foundation of my wealth, the young master, and letting you manage the accounts is because you have been imprisoned for a lifetime, and there is no place for you. But go, pity you, I will take care of the account with the young master, among other things, a hundred and ten taels of spirits can still be rewarded to you a month, and, have you heard of Pantao? That is the treasure of Yaochi, not Young master, let me tell you, now I have too many flat peaches to eat. As long as I do well, I can give you two flat peaches to try... What is your expression? You can't even take care of the bill? Books are in the dog's stomach, no wonder you can't pass the exam... "
Every time he said a word, the old sour scholar's face became weird, but Fang Xing hadn't noticed him yet, and at this moment, he was watching Bai Yujing with all his attention. He never thought that this old sour scholar was invited by Bai Yujing The one who came out to deal with him just opened his mouth by the way, so that he could pull this old scholar-looking guy over to settle the bad debts for himself. Anyway, scholars can settle accounts anyway!
"Account... can still be settled..."
The old sour Confucian also had a weird expression when Fang Xing was chattering, and he opened his mouth slowly after a long time.
But this answer surprised even himself!
After leaving the Wanbao Building, the long-lost aura on my body felt like it was collapsing...
"That's all right, let me calculate how many spirits I can get from buying Baiyujing's 100,000 altars of immortals!"
Fang Xing heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the old Suan Confucian with satisfaction, and immediately threw the question to the old man.
"Cooperate with yourself and take office now?"
The old sour Confucianist was a little confused, but when Fang Xing looked at him, he was also looking at Fang Xing. There seemed to be an inexplicable sense of clarity in his cloudy eyes, but there was also a little bit of inexplicable clarity in his heart. Hesitating, the fingers of the two hands behind his back are tapping each other lightly, each tapping implies a change of thought in his heart, but after watching Fang Xing for a long time, he also sees that he has not After breaking his foundation and taking himself to settle accounts was indeed sincere, he let out a long sigh.
"You have to drink enough!"
Fang Xing laughed: "It's easy to say, 30,000 altars of immortal wine, you are allowed to embezzle 100 altars!"
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What shocked the three landlords in Baiyujing happened. The battle they expected never happened. The old monster who came out of Baiyujing hunched over was only standing at the gate of the city, chatting enthusiastically with the little devil. After chatting for a few words, he walked back with his hands behind his back, and the little devil not only had no intention of leaving, he even seemed to be relieved...
"Mister, this..."
In Baiyujing, the three landlords were all dumbfounded, looking at the old sour Confucian who had gone and returned hesitantly.
"Prepare 30,000 altars of immortal wine, how much is each altar, how much is the total, calculate it clearly, I want to check the account!"
As soon as the old Suanru opened his mouth, the three landlords looked strange and didn't know how to answer.
"That little devil..."
It took a long time for the owner of Danxiang Building to look at Fang Xing outside the city hesitantly.
"Come to buy wine!"
The old Suanru replied indifferently, and said: "Hurry up and take out the account book, I still have to take a look at the account book!"
Did he really come to buy wine
Danxianglou and the other landlords had incomparably weird expressions, feeling a little confused.
On the other hand, the other host heard something else from the words of the old Confucian scholar: "Then you are always..."
"The old man is now their gatekeeper and accountant!"
The voice of the old Confucian scholar's answer was not loud, but it completely shocked the three posters at the same time.
"Then...then didn't you just..."
The owner of Danxiang Building stammered, but didn't dare to continue.
"He hasn't grown to the point where I can shoot him!"
The old Confucian scholar's answer was calm and calm, but it made the three landlords silent for a while.
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Half an hour later, the 30,000 altars of wine were brought out by the warriors in Baiyujing, and several mountains were built at the gate of the city. It looked like white jade was used as an altar, fragrant through the bottle, and carved with various patterns of different colors. , extremely exquisite, Fang Xing casually came to a jar, took off the mud seal on the jar and drank most of it, and let out a sigh of satisfaction. Why did the poet who wrote the famous "Bai Yujing" miss Bai Yujing so much during his long practice career
"If this is the case, it will be over!"
Fang Xing glanced at the three landlords of Bai Yujing, and threw a storage bag over.
"Check the money carefully, no matter if it is too much or too little, I will not be responsible!"
After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to probe into the air, but tore down clouds of air, covering the area in front of the gate of Baiyu Capital like a fairyland. The wine was startled by him, and the technique of "gathering qi into clouds" came out, not to mention the three landlords of Bai Yujing, but the old Confucian scholar's eyes lit up first.
"Old man, let's go!"
Fang Xing sat cross-legged on the cloud, patted his legs and yelled, but the address made Bai Yujing's three landlords break out in cold sweat.
On the contrary, the old Confucian scholar did not feel complacent, and slowly stepped onto the Tengyun. Following Fang Xing's long whistle, a large white cloud shot straight into the sky, and then flew towards the south like lightning. After a while, it turned into a small dot, and then disappear into the sky...
The three landlords in Baiyujing had been standing at the gate of the city, watching the white cloud disappear, and no one spoke for a long time.
"Ouch..."
After a while, it was the owner of Danxiang Building who accidentally opened the storage bag, was startled, and cried out in a low voice.
"What's wrong?"
The other two landlords had just woken up from their dreams, thinking that something serious had happened, and asked hurriedly.
"Not enough money..."
The owner of Danxiang Building said blankly.
"Compared to this matter, money is nothing!"
The other two landlords sighed, both felt annoyed and laughed, and looked at the landlord of Danxianglou dissatisfied.
"The key is… "
The owner of the Danxiang Building couldn’t laugh or cry, turned over the storage bag, but a small pile of elves poured out with a splash, it looked like it was full of purple light, but the amount was really pitiful, probably only a few hundred taels in total Jing: "The money is too little. The Baiyu Jing Xianjiu is famous in Tianyuan. Yaochi collected a large amount from us when the Fairy Fair was held, and it takes a hundred taels of spirits to make a pot, but this..."
The owner of Danxiang Building wanted to cry but had no tears: "In normal times, buying one jar is not enough!"
"... So what if it's not enough, the gatekeeper in his house is so powerful, why do you dare to go to make up for it?"
A host from Bai Yujing let out a low sigh, but the three of them fell into silence at the same time.
Because of this incident, the three of them suddenly felt like they couldn't understand the world.
At this time, Fang Xing had already brought the old Confucian scholar and 30,000 altars of wine, ostentatiously set up the clouds and flew towards the Pantao Club, a mountain village on the edge of Moyuan in the south, instructing the old Confucian scholar to follow Fang Lu to count the pile. Bad debt, but I excitedly ran to the palace on the mountain to see Dapeng Xie Wang and old man Huqin. The old Confucian scholar didn't say much. Seeing Fang Lu, he was even more surprised. He was very talkative and followed Fang Lu, looking at him as he walked.
"Hey, why is there a barb on this tail?"
"Hey, how did the natural fire patterns on the scales come about?"
"Hey, have you lost all the hair under the scales?"
Angrily, Fang Lu's teeth were itching, thinking that if the master hadn't told him to be more polite to the old man, he would kick the old man to death with one hoof!
"What do you plan to do with your copycat Pantao?"
When they entered the hall, the Dajinwu and other juniors were not there, but they heard that Fang Xing had moved the entire peach forest into the Xuanyu, and when they were inside Baiduan Mountain, they couldn't hold back their excitement. Running over to feast his eyes, or to put it bluntly, to feast on his mouth, but Dapeng Xiewang, old man Huqin, and several other Nascent Soul Laoxiu from the ancient demon way were waiting for him in the hall.
They had obviously been discussing for a long time, and when Fang Xing came in, before he bowed to his senior, Dapeng Xie Wang opened his mouth.
"How else can I plan, eat peaches and drink!"
Fang Xing was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and went to lie down on the chair next to Dapeng Xiewang.
"Now you are also the world-renowned Nascent Soul Daxiu. You are qualified to be the ancestor of the clan, but you are still so inconsistent in how you talk and do things. Now you have mastered the fortune of Baiduan Mountain, and you have taken Yaochi Flat Peach Forest. It is not an exaggeration to be the person who holds the strongest good luck on Tianyuan Continent today, so if you don’t make good use of this opportunity, you have to hold a picnic, eat and drink and get the job done?”
Dapeng Xiewang spoke helplessly, and softly lectured while holding his forehead.
On the contrary, the old man Hu Qin smiled lightly, and said: "Xiao Fangxing always seems to be fooling around in things, but he has his own reasons. He takes a slanted sword, but he often achieves miraculous results. We old guys with dogmatic heads are not as good as him." , this time he has done such a big thing, if I say that I don’t believe him, don’t worry about it, Xie Zun, it’s better to hear what he’s going to do first!”
After hearing this, everyone on the first floor looked at Fang Xing.
"Senior Huqin still understands the truth..."
Fang Xing was also grinning, secretly belittling Dapeng Xiewang, and then said with a smile: "I still have a plan!"
"Oh, tell me!"
The several old monks in the hall all turned their heads with dignified expressions.
"Hmph..."
Fang Xing sneered: "Isn't Fuyao Palace refusing to return Xiaoman to me? Then I robbed them of their most precious things. Now everyone is saying that catastrophe is coming, so this flat peach grove can be said to be Is it the last batch of fruits in the millennium? I don’t believe that they don’t feel sorry for them. Now I don’t care about anything else. I just keep eating. My teeth are sour, so I invite my good friends to eat together. The more I eat, the more I eat. Less, it’s gone after eating, I don’t believe they can bear it, and won’t return Xiaoman to me before I eat all these flat peaches!”
"Um, is this your plan?"
A group of old monks were stunned by hearing this, dumbfounding.
"This is simply nonsense!"
The old woman who was born in the Qingqiu Mountain Fox Clan of the Ancient Demon Dao couldn't bear it, patted the stone table and began to reprimand.