Song Qinglan was very polite to Lou Jingxiao.
After some pleasantries, Song Qinglan realized that she had not asked who Lou Jingxiao was at all.
Apart from a name, I don’t even know where the other person lives or where he is from.
"Lou Jingxiao, this name doesn't sound like a serious person." Finally knowing the name of the prostitute, he turned over the pages of the encyclopedia, then stopped and muttered: "The original meaning of the word "jing" means bright light. Or sunlight. It can also be extended to refer to scenery or scenery, as well as to express greatness or admiration. The sky refers to the night, and "good night and good scenery" expands the artistic conception of the name... From this point of view, it doesn't seem to be unreasonable... "
Ye Muxi thought: "Can you tell fortunes?"
The encyclopedia shook its pages proudly: "Of course, I know everything."
Ye Muxi touched the encyclopedia.
The more familiar she became with the encyclopedia, the more pleasant surprises this guy gave her.
"Madam, you're welcome. These are all things I do willingly. As long as Mu Xi likes it, I'm willing to do anything." Lou Jingxiao replied with a smile.
Song Qinglan choked for a moment: "Here, Mr. Lou is so noble and extraordinary that Xi'er would never dare to reach for him."
"It's okay, I don't mind Mu Xipan." Lou Jingxiao still smiled.
Song Qinglan was silent.
She was not stupid. She was so angry that she really thought Mu Xi had done something to him.
However, now it seems that Lou Jingxiao has an elegant posture and seems to be easy to get along with, but in fact he has a subtle alienation.
Mysterious origin, mysterious identity.
Xi'er is just a human being. If he hadn't done it deliberately, how could he possibly have been able to bully him
Thinking of this, Song Qinglan became even more worried.
Fortunately, Lou Jingxiao did not stay in the house for too long. After a while, Chu Ci came and said something in his ear. Lou Jingxiao quickly got up and left.
Ye Muxi didn't know why he came to her house, he was so mysterious.
But just after walking out of the yard, Ye Muxi stopped when he saw the big golden coffin in the yard.
"I think I know what the prostitute is here for." Looking at the huge golden coffin, Encyclopedia said faintly: "Here comes the coffin for the master."
Ye Muxi frowned tightly. Could it be that from today on, she would have to take on this weird hobby of liking coffins
"Hey, look at this, Master, it's still gold after all."
"I know." If it wasn't gold, she would have thrown it out long ago.
She found a piece of black cloth to cover the coffin tightly before going out.
She often exercises in front of Song Qinglan. Song Qinglan just thinks that what she covers is some of her training tools and weight-bearing training stones, and is not suspicious.
When we arrived at the trading firm, the people from the trading firm greeted us with a smile: "What does this girl need?"
Ye Muxi didn't want to waste time and said directly: "Qiankun bag, writing brush."
"There is a Qiankun bag, but as for the writing brush, the girl can only go to the calligraphy shop to have a look. Our store sells all things related to cultivation. It's a coincidence that the girl came. Master Nalan refined the fifth-grade marrow cleansing pill a few days ago. , is now being entrusted to our trading house for auction, if you are interested, girl, you can stay and take a look."
Master Nalan is a famous alchemy master in Nanyan Kyoto. He is famous not only because he is a powerful alchemist, but also because he comes from Shenhun Pavilion.
No matter where you are, no matter who you are, as long as you are connected with Shenhun Pavilion, it will instantly make people feel that they are on several levels and become extremely high-end.
And this is the case with Master Nalan.
But Ye Muxi, who did not look through this body memory, would only feel that the so-called Master Nalan was somewhat familiar, and had no idea who he was, so naturally he was not interested.
"I just want the Qiankun bag and the writing brush." Ye Muxi said: "It's not the ordinary writing brush from the Four Treasures of the Study. I want it made of black iron or other materials. The stronger, the better."
Ordinary brushes can't withstand the soul power. She has to replace them every time she uses them, which is troublesome.
The staff of the trading company looked at Ye Muxi with strange eyes: "Girl, please stop joking. Not to mention that our business does not sell the Four Treasures of the Study. Even if we did, how could the writing brush be made of dark iron? Black iron is so strong that ordinary swords cannot damage it. , and how to put the hair on it?"
This posture doesn't look like you are here to buy something, but rather like you are here to deliberately make things difficult and find trouble, right
"Then let's take the Qiankun bag." It seemed that I could only look for the brush elsewhere.
The receptionist of the trading company took Ye Muxi to the third floor and said as he walked: "Space stones are becoming more and more rare, and the Qiankun bags have become less and less in recent decades. But the girl is quite discerning. She came to our business, our business It is the store in Kyoto that has the most Qiankun bags, and we have all the styles a girl needs."
Ye Muxi looked in the direction he pointed and frowned.
"Six?" The so-called maximum is only six
The receptionist said: "Six is already a lot. Girl, you have to know that other businesses may not even have three. What's more, even if they do, their space is not large and they can only place a few things."
The space of the Qiankun bag also comes in different sizes. The ones with larger space can even be sold for sky-high prices.
Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer space stones, and they are becoming more and more precious. Ye Muxi probably knows something about them.
The Ye family also has a Qiankun bag, but because she was kicked out of the house before she reached adulthood, it has not yet been distributed to her.
Thinking of this, Ye Muxi carefully selected a better-looking one: "That's it."
When the receptionist saw it, he suddenly smiled and said, "Young girl is really discerning. This is the largest Qiankun bag in the world. It is definitely as big as a girl's boudoir."
"How much?"
"Two million and a half million taels."
"..."More than two million? !
The receptionist continued flatteringly: "This is the best price, and it's a coincidence that the girl came here. We paid the same Qiankun bag last month for 3 million, but now you can get it for only 2.5 million taels." .”
Ye Muxi touched his money bag expressionlessly and looked at the receptionist.
The receptionist said: "I wonder if the girl would like to shed her blood immediately to identify the owner and take her away, or should she be sent to your house later?"
Ye Muxi was silent for a moment and asked seriously: "Can I pay on credit?"
The receptionist was stunned: "Credit?"
Ye Muxi took out his money bag and took out the crumpled banknotes: "I only have one thousand taels for now."
Receptionist: “…”
One minute later.
Ye Muxi was kicked out of the trading company.
The receptionist was cursing behind his back, obviously very angry: "There is nothing in our store that costs less than 10,000 taels! How dare you come to the store even if you have 1,000 taels? How shameful! What a waste of so much saliva!"
One person and one book stood outside the dealer's shop, feeling a little desolate.