Demon Lord became my apprentice

"Oh, Brother Rong?!" Ji Ling stepped forward in three steps, "Brother Rong, you finally remembered your little brother! Let me do the math, Brother Rong, you haven't been to us for nearly five years It's a small shop! Brother Rong hasn't come for so long, I thought Brother Rong forgot about me, little brother?"

While speaking, Ji Ling bullied himself and leaned on Cong Rong, his resentful tone sounded a bit coquettish, "By the way, where did Rong get rich in the past five years? If there is any good money Lu, don't forget to give me a hand..."

Just as Ji Ling was talking, a slender figure suddenly stepped across, forcing Ji Ling away from Cong Rong.

Not only was Ji Ling not annoyed, but he opened his mouth and greeted him enthusiastically, "Guest officer, you are in such a hurry, what do you want to see? No matter what you want, the small shop has everything you need. I can assure you that our small shop has everything you need." Definitely the whole Guijie Street..."

"There's still so much nonsense." Cong Yi interrupted him coldly.

Ji Ling didn't hear clearly, but subconsciously kept silent, his eyes were as vicious as his, and in just a moment, he looked up and down the immature young boy in front of him.

The young boy didn't look very old, but he was almost as tall as him.When slightly raising his eyes to look at him, it inexplicably gives people the illusion of being condescending and condescending to all living beings, and his whole body exudes an obvious aura of repelling people thousands of miles away, as if the winter is coming suddenly, it is not easy to mess with at first sight .

And these eyebrows and eyes, distant mountains are like daisy, deep like a lake, like finely crafted jade, there is something extraordinary in his bones.Just looking at this handsome face that turns all living beings upside down, it shows how biased Nu Wa was in creating humans.

This face is too impressive, except for the baby fat faded, the eyebrows and eyes are still the same, Ji Ling recognized it immediately, "Are you the one who lives two, two, and three? Brother Rong's precious apprentice?"

Before Cong could open his mouth, Ji Ling immediately clicked his tongue twice, "Nine years have passed in a flash, I never expected that you have grown up like this!" Ji Ling habitually approached Cong Yi and said with a smile: "Little baby, do you still remember who uncle is? In the past, your master often brought you here. By the way, you kicked uncle hard back then, and uncle will never forget it in his life. Here, there is also the one in your hand. The golden beads were also bought from Uncle."

Cong Yi stretched out his hand in disgust to push his forehead away, and said indifferently: "Don't get too close, I don't know you well."

Ji Ling was not annoyed, but seemed a little disappointed, "I don't remember Uncle, what a pity." Ji Ling changed the subject, and said in a ruffian way: "Baby, if you are willing to say something nice Please coax uncle, once uncle is happy, he can give you a discount later if you don’t make sure.”

Cong didn't even look at him, and walked directly into the shop.

Ji Ling was deflated suddenly, and looked at Cong Rong helplessly, "Hey, Brother Rong, after so many years, why is your apprentice still so cruel."

Cong Rong gave him a cold look, followed Cong Yi's pace, and entered the shop.

"Yeah, I'm asking for nothing." Ji Ling shrugged helplessly, "There's nothing wrong with the cold master teaching the cold disciples."

Ji Ling was depressed for a second, then turned around and followed behind them, as if nothing happened just now, with the same enthusiasm as before, "You two came today, what do you want to buy? Let me introduce you. Or did you two bring me something good? Then I will learn more about it.”

Cong Yi ignored him, sat down on the grand teacher's chair beside him, tapped the table with his knuckles, his white and slender fingers were very eye-catching.

Ji Ling understood immediately, and shouted to the clerk in the inner room: "Hurry up and serve tea to the guests, and use my treasured West Lake Longjing tea."

Ji Ling didn't care about the other customers in the store, and stayed by Cong Rong's master and apprentice, just to wait for their big orders.Who knows, after the tea was finished, the two of them still didn't open their mouths to explain the meaning of their visit. Ji Ling couldn't help being a little anxious, "Brother Rong, little ancestor, does this tea suit your appetite?"

Cong Yi still didn't look at him, his eyes fell on the shop casually.

Without Cong Yi's response, Ji Ling looked at Cong Rong anxiously.

Cong Rong naturally knew what he meant, thinking that he had left him alone for long enough, she turned to ask Cong Yi, "What gift do you want?"

Cong Yi, who has been icy since entering the door, replied gently after hearing Master's question: "Master, don't worry."

That tone was very reminiscent of the spring breeze in March and the warm winter sun, making people feel so comfortable that they couldn't help squinting their eyes.

Ji Ling, who watched this scene helplessly, seemed to have suffered a cold storm that had never happened in a century, and the scalding blood immediately cooled down.I thought: How did I offend this little ancestor?It shouldn't be, I haven't seen him for nine years, the little ancestor must not remember the past when he pinched his face and disliked him as a boy.

Ji Ling couldn't figure it out, so he pulled himself together and said, "Those two rest for a while, I'll go greet other guests first."

After Ji Ling left, Cong Rong asked, "Are you torturing him on purpose?"

Cong Yi pretended to be mysterious and said: "Not all, Master will know later."

When Cong Yi said so, Cong Rong didn't ask any more questions, and tasted West Lake Longjing with peace of mind.

After a while, Ji Ling led a customer to sit at the next table.The customer's knife was curled and he wanted to get a new one.However, because his cultivation base is not high, the few new knives he chose are not high-grade fairy weapons, but ordinary weapons with no grade, and the price is naturally not much higher.

Ji Ling dutifully introduced the advantages and disadvantages of several knives to the customer, and of course he strongly recommended the most expensive one in the end.

The customer liked the knife he recommended, but it seemed that the customer wanted to buy something else besides the knife, and he hesitated for a long time, which could easily be guessed that he was short of money.

Ji Ling moved his lips up and down, following the customer's thoughts, and re-recommended another knife that was slightly cheaper.

"Look at this knife. Although it was not made by Yingzhou Cong's family, its workmanship is not inferior to that just now."

Speaking of this, he approached the customer and said in a low voice: "Brother, because we hit it off so well, I'll tell you the truth. Look at the prices of the things in my store. Let’s not compare the most expensive and the cheapest. Let’s just say that the most expensive and the second most expensive, the quality may not be much different, but the price is quite different. In the final analysis, it depends on where it comes from. If For a well-known and time-honored brand, the price will naturally be higher."

"Think about it, although the Cong family in Yingzhou is famous for forging, it is just an ordinary family of immortals, absolutely incomparable to the four great families of immortals. But now there is a famous big shot, Then the price of his stuff will naturally be doubled."

"Brother, to be honest, when we buy things by ourselves, the most important thing is the quality. If you use it, it is a first-class good thing. There is no need to spend more money just to be fashionable and arty. And, save With the money we get, we can buy other things.”

……

Speaking of the Cong family in Yingzhou, Ji Ling didn't deliberately avoid Cong Rong.And Cong Rong didn't seem to hear it, and his expression was indifferent.

Cong Yi, on the other hand, is the first time he has heard of the Cong family in Yingzhou. The surname Cong is not common, and it is easy to remind people of his master.Cong glanced at the master calmly, seeing that the master's face was as usual, he relaxed a little.

The customer at the next table was quickly persuaded by Ji Ling, and immediately made a decision, "This is the knife, and give me another Qiankun bag that is one foot square."

"Okay." Ji Ling responded with a high tone.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a low and deep voice suddenly came, "Wait a minute."

The author has something to say: take mine and give it back to me, eat mine and spit it out.Master Mozun is going to do something again.