Grass Jelly Supplier

Murong Xiaoxiao showed a triumphant smile, turned around, and said with a smile on her face: "Uncle Lin, don't worry, I will say a good word for you after the treasure is handed over to my great-grandfather."

The green-robed old man's expression eased, and he took out a blue storage bag from his sleeve, threw it to Murong Xiaoxiao, and said: "There are 230,000 spirit stones in it, all for you, try to bargain with the other party."

"Thank you, Uncle Lin, I will return it to you later." Murong Xiaoxiao smiled, thanked him, put away the storage bag and left.

After Murong Xiaoxiao left, the green-robed old man immediately sent someone to call Wu Ming.

"Nephew Wu, are you with Nephew Murong today? Where did you go? Tell me." The green-robed old man's face was serious and asked solemnly.

"I didn't go anywhere, I went to Juying Pavilion to drink tea, and the Doushou Palace, the Lingfa Hall, and yes, there is also the Xiancao Pavilion!" Wu Ming did not dare to hide it and told the truth.

"Xiancao Pavilion! What is this place?" The old man in green robe asked with a frown.

Before coming to Sanxin Market, he had the information of Sanxin Market in his hand. He had read the information about Juying Pavilion, Doushou Palace and Lingfa Palace, but it was the first time he heard of Xiancao Pavilion.

"Xiancao Pavilion is a shop opened by Li Mubai. It is said that you can reserve thousand-year spiritual herbs. Li Mubai is a disciple of Xiaoyao Sanren, a casual cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. He practices both sword and body. He has defeated geniuses from many sects. With his physical body..."

Before Wu Ming finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old man in green robe: "Wait, you just said that Xiancao Pavilion can reserve spiritual medicine?"

"This is just a gimmick for Li Daoyou to attract business. He said that you have to spend 500,000 spiritual stones in Xiancao Pavilion to reserve thousand-year spiritual medicine. What's wrong? Uncle Lin, is there something wrong with Li Mubai?"

"You have to spend 500,000 spirit stones to reserve a thousand-year-old spirit medicine? Humph, you dare to cheat our Taixu Sect, you are really looking for death." The green-robed old man's face suddenly turned cold, but he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Wait, you just said that Li Mubai is the disciple of Xiaoyao Sanren, a casual cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage? Is this news true?"

"This is what Li Mubai said, it should be true. This person is a sword and body double cultivator. A casual cultivator does not have the financial resources to do this. Uncle Lin, is there really something wrong with Li Mubai?" At the end, Wu Ming looked a little nervous.

To be honest, he also had some doubts about Li Mubai's identity, but whether Li Mubai was a disciple of a casual cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage was not important to him. What he cared about was Li Mubai's strength. In the world of immortal cultivation, strength has always been respected.

He thought of Murong Xiaoxiao's behavior in the Immortal Grass Pavilion, and secretly guessed that Li Mubai coveted Murong Xiaoxiao's beauty and deceived Murong Xiaoxiao. If he abandoned her at that time, his crime would be serious.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming became more nervous.

"Tell me everything about Li Mubai, don't miss a single thing." The green-robed old man hesitated for a moment and ordered.

Wu Ming responded and told him everything about Li Mubai.

After listening to Wu Ming's statement, the green-robed old man frowned and hesitated for a while. He asked: "As far as you know, has Xiancao Pavilion ever sold a thousand-year-old elixir?"

"It shouldn't be. Five hundred thousand spirit stones are not something that even a foundation-building cultivator can afford."

The green-robed old man's face changed several times, and he said: "Forget it, there's nothing else to do. You go down first! Well, during this time, you take good care of nephew Murong and nephew Luo." "

"Disciple obeys." Wu Ming agreed and retreated respectfully.

...

In Huichun Tower, Murong Xiaoxiao was sitting in a side room.

Not long after, Chen Hua walked in.

"What's the name of this sister? "My name is Chen Hua, and I am the shopkeeper of Huichunlou." Chen Hua looked Murong Xiaoxiao up and down, and asked with a smile on her face.

"My last name is Murong, so I won't waste any more time. I want to buy two hundred three-hundred-year-old Huangluo grass. I wonder if Madam Chen has any? How many spirit stones for one!" Murong Xiaoxiao asked straight to the point.

"Sister Murong wants to buy two hundred Huangluo grass?" Chen Hua looked strange when he heard this.

Murong Xiaoxiao frowned slightly and said coldly, "Why? Madam Chen thinks I can't afford the spirit stones? "

She took out a blue storage bag from her sleeve and threw it to Chen Hua.

Chen Hua's spiritual sense swept the spiritual stones in the storage bag, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He returned the storage bag to Murong Xiaoxiao, forced a smile on his face, and said enthusiastically: "Of course, a three-hundred-year-old Huangluo grass costs two thousand spiritual stones. Considering that sister Murong ordered a large number, I will give you a preferential price, one thousand nine hundred spiritual stones per plant, how about it!"

"It's too expensive, one thousand seven hundred yuan per plant is about right, Huangluo grass is just an ordinary spiritual medicine, not a precious spiritual medicine. Madam Chen must have recognized my identity! Our Taixu Sect needs a lot of spiritual medicine to cultivate alchemists. If Madam Chen gives a discount, I will buy from you if I need it in the future." Murong Xiaoxiao shook her head and bargained.

Chen Hua was a little tempted. She pondered for a moment and said: "Sister Murong, one thousand seven hundred is too cheap, at least one thousand eight hundred spiritual stones per plant, if it's less, we won't make any profit. ”

"Deal, go get the goods! I have something urgent to deal with." Murong Xiaoxiao nodded and urged.

Chen Hua apologized and turned away.

Not long after, Chen Hua came back with a green storage bag in his hand and threw it to Murong Xiaoxiao.

Murong Xiaoxiao poured the storage bag down, and after a green glow, a pile of wooden boxes appeared on the ground.

She opened the wooden boxes one by one, confirmed that they were all filled with three-hundred-year-old Huangluo grass, and then used the storage bag to collect the wooden boxes on the ground, paid the spirit stones and left.

After sending Murong Xiaoxiao away, Chen Hua came to a side room, where a middle-aged man with a dignified face was tasting tea.

"Elder Liu, don't you think it's strange? I just ordered two hundred four-hundred-year-old Huangluo grass with Li Mubai, and the disciples of Taixu Sect turned around and came to buy two hundred three-hundred-year-old Huangluo grass."

"Did she pay the spirit stones?" the middle-aged man asked lightly.

Chen Hua was slightly stunned and nodded: "She has paid."

"Since she has paid the spirit stones, why are you asking so many questions! I have told you many times that we are open for business. Whoever spends more in our store will be our guest of honor. As for other things, ask less, look less, and talk less. That is not our concern. As long as she pays the spirit stones, it will be fine. The higher-ups sent you to earn spirit stones, not to inquire about gossip. Whether you can sit firmly in the position of the shopkeeper of Huichunlou depends on the profits you create every year, not how much information you get." The middle-aged man rolled his eyes at Chen Hua and said coldly.