When Bai Yueguang holds the script

a day later.

The flying boat finally reached its destination.

The sixth junior brother was so excited when he saw the heavy snow all over the sky, he was the first to rush down.

Then he was frozen into a fool by the terrible temperature difference.

He turned his head tremblingly, and saw that the little junior sister was wearing a thick cloak, and the fluffy collar almost covered her face, making her jade-white face even smaller.

The little junior sister walked down without haste.

Wan Mengchen followed Zhu Zhihan, and smiled: "I told you to wear more clothes."

The sixth junior brother had a bitter face, and honestly went back to add clothes.

The Snow Mountain Secret Realm is about to open, and there are indeed quite a few monks in the snow field.

The third elder went to find a drink as soon as he got off the flying boat. Zhu Zhihan and the elder brother went to visit the stalls to see if there were any better spiritual herbs and spiritual seeds for sale.

On the other side, Wan Mengchen went with the sixth junior brother to learn how to set up a stall... no, sell things.

After paying some spirit stones, they drew lots and got their own booth.

In the past, the booth next door was already occupied.

Wan Mengchen looked up.

Coincidentally, they also knew the person in the booth next door, that is, the incomparably noble alchemist on the flying boat before.

Wan Mengchen greeted out of politeness.

The servant who was very flattering still remembered him, with his chin raised: "Are you also here to sell things? Hmph, it looks like you don't have any good products in your hands."

Wan Mengchen was silent.

The attendant refused to let go: "I'm afraid I won't even be able to earn back the rent for the seat in the end, haha."

The clay figurine also has three points of anger.

The smile on Wan Mengchen's face faded, and he grabbed the sixth junior brother who wanted to go over and argue, and said, "I won't bother you to worry about it."

The attendant didn't expect that the other party would dare to reply, and was a little stunned for a while.

When he was stunned, Wan Mengchen let out a sigh of relief, and sat down on the booth, taking out the items to be sold.

This is the case with quarreling. It would be weird to speak again after missing the opportunity, and the attendant had to shut up angrily.

Wan Mengchen took things out, feeling heavy in his heart.

Both of them sell elixir, there will always be a comparison, and there will always be the one that is compared.

The alchemist next door rented several booths with a lot of money, and when they were connected together, the red sandalwood table looked very expensive, and the small jade bottle on it was also filled with fairy spirit.

On their side.

Although Wan Mengchen also understands the principle of packaging and tries his best to make his side look upscale, but his financial resources are limited, and the fabrics with exquisite patterns and plain white porcelain bottles covered are not as luxurious as real ones.

Compared with the one next door, their booth is dilapidated and small.

Wan Mengchen sighed, thinking: I only hope that the one next door sells middle-level or high-level medicines, so that they cannot compete with the low-level ones here.

Several people were walking this way, Wan Mengchen saw it, poked the sixth junior brother next to him, and the sixth junior brother opened his voice and shouted: "If you pass by, take a look, Qinglingdan, Yangyuandan, blood-enriching pill Dan! You only need ten high-grade spirit stones for each type!"

Those few people didn't respond, but the servant next door looked over—but he found an opportunity.

The attendant's eyes showed sarcasm: "Hey, you also sell Qingling Pill and Yangyuan Pill?"

Wan Mengchen: ...

It turns out that you really are too.

No, you made it so luxurious, and finally competed with those of us who sell low-level pills?

The attendant wanted to ridicule something more, the chubby alchemist patted the attendant: "Okay, what are you fussing about with a group of fake goods?"

Seems to be a generous rescue, but in fact secretly belittled them as low-level fake people.

The sixth junior brother next to him couldn't sit still anymore, and gritted his teeth: "You have to weigh the truth and falsehood when you say something, shouldn't you slander people out of thin air?"

The chubby alchemist was surprised: "I am an alchemist, so many people are after me, why do I need to bother to slander you?"

The sixth junior brother was about to rush over to fight this man, but was held back by Wan Mengchen.

Wan Mengchen shook his head at him.

The sixth junior brother clenched his fists, but finally endured it.He said aggrievedly: "Why, senior brother, this pig's head dares to draw conclusions without even identifying it? Doesn't he feel guilty?"

Wan Mengchen didn't know what to say.

People are praised too high, and those with bad temperament will become very floating and defiant, but they are powerful and powerful, and they have their own followers, which makes people helpless.

In the end, he only said: "If you do too many bad things, it will be counterproductive. Let's wait and see."

In fact, Wan Mengchen said it just to comfort the sixth junior brother. After all, the thing of retribution is too mysterious, who knows if it will happen?Or if there is, how long will it be?

But Wan Mengchen never expected that the retribution would come true so quickly.

After setting up the stall all morning, the people who passed by them all went to the stalls next to them.

They yelled at the top of their voices and tried to reduce the price, but they couldn't attract a few people. Instead, they attracted contemptuous glances. Even if someone moved and the fat man next to him explained a fake product, no one would come to them.

On the other hand, the booth next door was so big that it was almost full of people, and there were still people rushing to bid.

At noon, Zhu Zhihan and the elder brother came over and bought a lot of materials.

Looking at them, Wan Mengchen felt even more guilty, and smiled wryly: "Junior Sister, I have failed your expectations."

Zhu Zhihan was slightly surprised and asked what happened.

Wan Mengchen told the whole story.

Zhu Zhihan looked at the senior brother who looked gloomy in front of her, her eyes also sank.

"I see."

Holding the small heater in her hand, she sat next to the booth.

The delicate and beautiful snow-haired girl who looked like a jade attracted a lot of attention.

Zhu Zhihan faced these gazes calmly, and said calmly: "Senior brother, they prepared such luxurious medicines, but they still sell low-level pills, do you know why?"

Wan Mengchen didn't know why, so he asked, "Why?"

"Because an alchemist who is not a top-notch alchemist can only make a sensationalism like this."

Zhu Zhihan's voice quality is very special, clear and cool, although her voice is not loud, it clearly falls into the ears of everyone nearby.

The buyers around the booth next door turned their heads in surprise. The chubby alchemist who pretended to be magnanimous could no longer pretend to be magnanimous, so he slapped the table: "What did you say!?"

Zhu Zhihan ignored him, casually picked up a bottle of Qingling Pill on the table, and opened the bottle.

The refreshing danxiang gushes out.

The nearby noisy voices gradually died down.

Zhu Zhihan poured another grain out of the porcelain bottle and put it in his palm: "Three Pill Patterns."

She raised her eyelids and looked at the alchemist next door: "Is there a pill pattern in your elixir?"

The three of Wan Mengchen are laymen, so they don't know why.

The fat alchemist next door lost his composure: "Impossible!"

Among the group of people who bought the elixir were some knowledgeable people, and soon four or five people gathered in front of Zhu Zhihan's stall.

Someone asked: "Can we see it?"

Zhu Zhihan raised his hand and told them to take a closer look.

In the girl's snow-white palm, the light blue elixir was firmly parked, its shape was beautiful and beautiful, like the best emerald jade.On the surface of the elixir, there are three lines resembling dragons.

This is Danwen!

The fat alchemist was still clamoring next to him: "Impossible! It must be fake, fake! Can't the pill pattern be faked?"

These few knowledgeable people looked at it carefully, but said: "I think it seems true."

"I was lucky enough to see a fourth-grade elixir with my elders, and there were three elixir patterns on it, just like this one!"

Someone over there didn't understand: "Is there a big difference between those with pill patterns and those without pill patterns? Why are you so excited?"

"Of course it's big!"

"The pill pattern represents the alchemist's proficient alchemy technique, and the five pill patterns are the ultimate. This pill pattern can stimulate the medicinal properties of the pill, that is to say, for every additional pill pattern, the potency of the pill will double. "

Someone sighed: "I have never seen three pill lines on a low-level pill like Qingling Pill! I have one occasionally."

"Why? So they really faked it?"

"Fart! Because only a powerful alchemist can refine the pill pattern! The alchemist has been honed to the point where he can produce pill patterns at will, at least at the fifth rank or above. Such an alchemist has already gone to refine high-level pills, who Are you going back to practice these things?"

Now people understood: "In other words, it's not impossible, but..."

Listening to their argument, Zhu Zhihan lowered his eyes, a little drowsy.

She thought, let's make a quick decision.

"The conclusion doesn't have to be so fast." She said, "Since some people say that we sell fake pills here, we have to prove something, don't we?"

She glanced at the fat alchemist in the distance meaningfully: "How about this, I will release three elixir, let the monks who have taken the green spirit elixir try it, and see if the effect is genuine."

The fat alchemist next to him stopped clamoring, seeing Zhu Zhihan's determined expression, he knew that he might have... kicked the iron plate.

how so?These few are obviously poor...humble...

After some scrambling, the monks who participated in the experiment were finally selected.

In order to avoid the possibility of cheating, Zhu Zhihan asked them to choose randomly from the stall.

The result is of course true - the pills are made one by one by Zhu Zhihan, how could she not guess the effect?

There are on-site effects and publicity, and people gather around, excited.

"The Snow Mountain Secret Realm is really the right place! I have been struggling to advance for a long time!"

"Isn't that right! Besides here, where else in the world are there green spirit pills with three pill patterns for sale? This is a great deal for us!"

"How do you sell this pill?"

Zhu Zhihan clapped his hands, and the crowd fell silent.

She is not very good at dealing with this kind of scene, so she glanced at Wan Mengchen.

Wan Mengchen recovered from his trance, with strong professionalism, and quickly took over the conversation: "This is the first day we opened our business. If we make a good fortune, we will sell it at the market price of ordinary green spirit pills, ten high-grade spirit stones. ! Raise the price the next day!”

"In addition to Qingling Pill, we also sell Yangyuan Pill and Buxue Pill here. They are produced by the same alchemist, and they also have pill patterns! You can inspect the goods before buying!"

"What? How much do you ask for the price of these two pills? I can tell you that they are also ten high-grade spirit stones! If you can't buy them, you will suffer a loss and you will not be fooled!"

To heat up the atmosphere, Wan Mengchen changed his voice: "Of course, in view of the slanderous behavior of the colleague next to us, we will also give appropriate counterattacks."

"Well, regardless of the past, if someone buys the pill from the person next door after that, the pill from our side will no longer be sold to you, and even if it has been sold, it will be taken back. "

At this moment, the sixth junior brother was excited: "I will keep an eye on it! I can memorize people's faces very quickly!"

In the eyes of everyone, there is only the original price of pills with pill patterns, and there is no place for the booth next door.

They all said: "We will never buy it!"

"That person has a really bad heart. Pooh, I almost missed it."

"Don't worry about our blindness just now!"

"Let's start selling, I want five pills!"

"I want ten pills!"

In such a short time, the situation turned around. The booth next door was empty, while Wan Mengchen's side was crowded.

Wan Mengchen's sales were in full swing, while Zhu Zhihan hugged the small heater and started to feel sleepy again.

Before closing her eyes and resting her mind, she took a look at the fat alchemist over there.

Fat Alchemist's face was already pale, and he slumped on the chair.

It can be seen from this that people still have to be cautious in their words and deeds, and don't do bad things.

Otherwise, I don’t know when the World Report will arrive?

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因为上章是过渡章，所以这章早点发~感谢在2022-03-2722:06:22~2022-03-2801:35:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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