However, the monk with a little embarrassed face took out a ginseng from the Qiankun bag the next moment.

"Young Master, this is Laoshan ginseng. It is purely wild and wild. Look at the texture, this stripe and the taste of this ginseng, you will know that it is a good thing. If the young master doesn't want to borrow it, it doesn't matter. I will sell this medicine to the young master. If I buy such a good thing, I can't buy 10,000 silver coins. The young master is destined to me, and I will sell it to the young master for 5,000 yuan."

Feng Jiu glanced at the ginseng and said with a smile: "No, I don't need this thing either. If you have this thing, it's money to sell it. How come you are short of money?"

"Isn't this a matter of being generous and not being short of this amount of money, and I don't want to be too troublesome," he said with a shy face.

"That's it," she touched her chin and asked, "This one is too few. Do you have any other ones?"

When he heard this, the monk's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, I still have a lot of them. Why not, let's find a place to sit down and chat."

"It takes too much time to sit down and chat. This way, there is no one in the alley ahead. Let's go and chat there." She looked at an alley ahead and signaled.

"Okay, okay, please, please, please." He quickly made a gesture of invitation and walked towards the alley with him.

Fengjiu walked towards the alley, followed by Leng Shuang and Leng Hua. The siblings and brothers didn't know what she was selling in the gourd and looked at each other and followed quietly.

When he arrived in the alley, the man took out more than twenty precious medicinal herbs from Qiankun bag, including several of which were Laoshan ginseng. He placed it on the ground and looked at Fengjiu: "Young master, look at what kind of thing you like. Just say it, I will calculate the cheapest price for you."

“Even this is there”

Fengjiu squatted on the ground, picked up one of the medicinal herbs and smiled, put it down, picked up the other one and looked at it. Finally, after looking at each medicinal herb, she asked with a smile: "How much do you plan to pay for the hush money?"

When the monk heard this, he was stunned for a moment and asked, "What, what?"

"Selling fake medicine is a serious crime, you are very brave." She glanced at the monk: "Tell me how much hush money is given, if there is no benefit, haha"

Hearing this, the male cultivator was shocked and knew that he had met an expert. He immediately put away the four corners of the cloth spread on the ground, rolled up the things and wanted to leave: "If you don't buy any fake medicine, you can't slander me like this."

However, when the things were packed and about to run away, he saw that the man and woman were blocked. He couldn't help but turn around and stare at the boy in red: "What the hell do you want to do?"

"Shut fee." She said with a smile, and she said with a smile.

"I have no money."

"Does this young master look like a person who is short of money?" She glanced at him with contempt.

"Then what hush money do you want?" he asked with a frown.

"You are making fake medicine quite real, how do you teach me how to do it?"

As soon as she said this, the male cultivator's eyes widened incredibly and glared at him: "You, don't think about it."

Upon hearing this, she raised her eyebrows: "So, you want me to report your fake sale when you are not just a royal family, but even the Potion Guild will probably not make you feel better."
Chapter completed!