After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 240 Songyang Mansion Branch Helm

  His original weapon was a huge ax that was as thick as a door panel. This big wooden stick was not too heavy for him.

  He held the mace in one hand, and clapped the other hand twice: "Come here."

  He Lingchuan held the long knife and took a deep breath.

   To deal with this hill-like enemy, is it the best way to use skill to control strength and lightness to deal with thickness?

  He performed the swallow-turning technique, like a swallow skimming the water, and as soon as he got low, he came to Meng Shan and stabbed him in the back with a long knife.

  It is impossible for anyone's instep to be well protected. If this knife is pierced, the power of Monsanto will definitely be damaged.

  The light above suddenly dimmed.

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   "Wow!"

  He Lingchuan yelled, turned over and sat up.

  The medicine monkey Lingguang who was eating the melon shook his claws in fright, and the honeydew melon fell to the ground.

   While picking it up, it looked at He Lingchuan with resentful eyes. It was freezing cold, and it was not easy to get such a sweet melon.

  He Lingchuan was sweating profusely. He stretched out his hand to touch the back of his head, feeling that the place where Meng San hit was still aching.

   That was a blow that crushed Dashan, he could not avoid it, and was knocked out of the ring amidst the exclamations of the crowd. The pain was as if the back of the head had been cracked.

  Before he was knocked out of the dream, he heard a crisp crackling sound from his brain.

  The sound is not loud but very scary.

  He Lingchuan knew that apart from being forced to wake up, there was only one situation where he would unnaturally exit the dream:

   died.

  Fuck, his brain was blown off?

   That fellow Meng San is really murderous!

  True & open a professional account.

  Ling Guang saw him rubbing his head, panting heavily, and his eyes were staring straight, so he couldn't help asking: "Are you okay?"

   This is purely out of concern for the employer. After all, He Lingchuan's dead face and cold sweat can only be a nightmare.

   "Nightmare." He Lingchuan was disgusted for a long time before losing his temper, "I dreamed that I was killed."

   It really deserves to be a monster who even tied with Captain Xiao. Even Xiao Maoliang was once suppressed by Meng San. He Lingchuan tried his best and was still beaten. In fact, he was not wronged.

  The complacency and arrogance of defeating the hook before was immediately wiped out by Monsanto.

  His pre-conceived idea of ​​using the light Link to overcome the heavy-dog P, is completely unfeasible.

  Before him, I don’t know how many people tried this idea, and without exception, they all lost.

   That guy Monsanto is really vicious, but he is also really a good opponent.

  He Lingchuan clasped his hands together, snap, let's take him as the target for now.

   So far, he has been killed four times in his dreams.

  Hehe, he was really afraid that he would become addicted.

"Oh, it's all right." Nightmares are not a disease, and there is no need for treatment. Lingguang changed back to the topic, "By the way, your foundation building has been completed, and I will follow the prescription you gave me to find the next stage in the next few days." I have gone to almost nine pharmacies for Yin Yang powder medicinal materials, um... very expensive and very few."

  The secret of He Lingchuan's rapid growth is to take Yinyang powder.

   Simply put, it is money ability.

   Now that the first stage of Ziwu Jue has passed, the prescription of Yinyang San must be adjusted accordingly. More powerful medicine usually means more expensive.

  He Lingchuan was already mentally prepared for this: "How much is it expensive?"

"It's almost four times the original price." Lingguang took out a small grass, "The main thing is Lianguangcao, which is the main medicine for making Yinsan. You can't find a few in Dunyu's medicine store, and it's only enough for half a month. You have to figure out how to use it later.”

   Demand exceeds supply, so it is naturally expensive.

   This grass is light gray, almost transparent, but bears two blueberry-like fruits, and looks very fragile overall.

   "Four times..." He was wrong, he was not mentally prepared, "Buy it."

  During the war, the transportation of materials will definitely be affected. Now the goods going to Xiazhou must be mainly military supplies. In addition, the only thing that can make business travelers take the risk to go back and forth is the special products of Xiazhou that have been rising in price in the mainland.

  As for rare goods such as pityriasis, it may be difficult to get them in Dunyu today.

  The one-hundred-thousand tael silver note was still lying in the storage ring, and He Lingchuan had to cash it. A few days ago, his troubles were just spending more and earning less. Alas, I really miss the old days.

  He Lingchuan yawned: "Where are my father and second child?"

   "They went to participate in the opening of Songyang Mansion." Ling Guang turned her head, "Only the boss, you have slept till now."

  He Lingchuan woke up immediately: "Huh? The new branch of Songyang Mansion opened today?" Isn't it tomorrow? No, isn't it the day after tomorrow? "It's not long since they arrived at Dunyu!" Doesn't it take time for the new store decoration?

   Also, why didn't Dad ask him to go with him?

  Remembering that he also promised Li Fubo to go to Songyang Mansion to support him, He Lingchuan hurriedly washed and changed his clothes, checked the progress of the broken knife as usual, and hurried out.

  He had only been in Dunyu for a few days, and he felt that the number of people in the streets and alleys had decreased significantly. Every house or shop along the street was closed. In early spring, a sense of depression hit his face.

   Everyone was frightened by the news that the Xunzhou army had invaded Xiazhou?

  The main street of Dunyu is very long and wide, and there are many pedestrians. He Lingchuan urged the carriage to move forward, not paying much attention to the signboards on both sides of the street.

   Don't look at it.

   Soon, he smelled a strong smell of gunpowder smoke.

   "It's just ahead."

   Walking four or five feet back, the ground is full of red skins of firecrackers, which will roll everywhere when the wind blows.

  Two boys are sweeping the street with brooms.

  He Lingchuan got off the car right here, looked up, um, sure enough, there were three big gilt characters of "Songyang Mansion" on the signboard.

  The front of the store is also imposing. Even the door panels are made of mahogany. When the four doors are put together, there is a whole picture of pines and cranes in the forest.

   There are even a lot of people around here to watch the door panel, especially children who don’t even blink—

   This picture will move.

  Strictly speaking, the pine trees in the carving picture will sway with the north wind, which really corresponds to the scene of "pine waves". As soon as it swayed, the cranes standing on the trees flapped their wings from time to time, and in the pond by the edge of the forest, some swimming fish jumped out of the water, causing several ripples.

   It's no worse than a shadow play.

  He Lingchuan knew that this was probably the work of the phantom array, but the engraving on the door panel was better than Weimiao, and it always showed the strength of Songyang Mansion—every second the phantom formation existed would consume energy.

  So the Dunyu Branch of Songyang Fu, which just opened today, is the prettiest shop in the whole street, no, the prettiest storefront, the customers come in and out, chatting and laughing, and the flow of people is at least ten times that of the shop next door.

  But when He Lingchuan saw this scene, he understood that he was late.

  There are no servants or carriages at the gate, which means that the dignitaries who came to cheer have left, leaving only the civilians who followed suit and lingered.

  How can he sleep until the sun rises after a nightmare?

  He Lingchuan walked into the store, and said to the waiter who greeted him: "I'm from the general manager's mansion, is Master Li Fubo here?"

  This guy was about to speak, when a call came from behind: "Young Master He?"

  He Lingchuan looked back, yo, "Isn't this Manager Zhao?"

   It was Zhao Guanshi who received him in Songyang Mansion in Shihuan City and facilitated the exchange of Zijin pestle for gold. He Lingchuan didn't expect that Marquis Songyang would bring him to the north as well, and he didn't see him along the way.

  Probably because he himself was too obsessed with cultivation and didn't hear about foreign affairs.

   Guanshi Zhao's signature squinting smile appeared again: "You are here, Master Li and Lord Sir were still talking about it just now."

  He Lingchuan scratched his head: "Have my family members been here?"

   "Yes, yes, Manager He and Second Young Master He have just left, and you are on the front foot."

   I don’t know if this is a kind of rhetoric.

   Zhao Guanshi then said: "My lord will be very happy to see you, this way please."

  He Lingchuan followed him to the back room, looked left and right along the way, and found that the layout of the new branch rudder was similar to that of the main rudder in Shihuancheng.

  It was only then that he discovered that the Songyang Mansion had turned certain toys into magic weapons. Those seven or eight-year-old young masters couldn't move their eyes when they walked in, and they insisted on buying them.

   When the father inquired about the price, ten thousand horses ran over in his heart, but he had to take out the money bag under the eager gaze of his son.

  The back halls are all single rooms, dedicated to business talks and treasure appraisal.

  He Lingchuan passed by the door and found that almost seven or eight single rooms here were occupied.

   Manager Zhao led him to continue walking backwards and climbed the ladder to the attic.

   There are traces of new repairs everywhere, and He Lingchuan can smell the smell of pine.

  The attic is small and quiet, with a piano by the window.

  Just as He Lingchuan came in, Marquis Songyang came out from behind the curtain, smiling, "Young Master He is here."

  The room is as warm as spring, and she came out in a white dress, only the neckline and sleeves were sprinkled with gold trim, and a palm-width gold belt with dark patterns was tied around her waist, making her waist as thin as a willow.

  Golden belt is such a vulgar decoration, wearing it on her is only flattering, not vulgar.

   "I'm very sorry." He Lingchuan handed over the wrapped gift, and said nonsense with his eyes open, "I'm late because I have something to do."

   "It's okay, it's fine if you come, I'll be radiant." Li Qingge took the gift and handed it to the maid behind him to keep it, but didn't open it on the spot.

   Both of them understood that this was just a gift, not important.

   "You opened the store very quickly. I thought it would take more than half a month from the time the store was under the market to the decoration and opening."

  Li Qingge led him to sit by the window: "I thought so too, but when I walked into this shop, I saw that everything was available, and I didn't need to think about it. Wouldn't it save trouble?"

  The maid served the tea, He Lingchuan took a sip, the mouth was full of fragrance, the hot tea was very hot after drinking, and then the sweetness in the throat turned sweet, tasting a faint floral fragrance.

  He couldn't help but praise: "Good tea!"

   "Your Majesty praised you in the same way just now." Li Qingge smiled and waved, and another maid presented an exquisite box, "This is the Jasmine Dragon Ball, and I have prepared a copy for you."

   "Who gave this gift to whom?" With that said, He Lingchuan accepted it unceremoniously.

  The two chatted for a while, and Li Qingge talked about the process of repairing the broken knife: "Li Fubo told me that the speed of repairing the knife is slower than expected."

  (end of this chapter)