The guests finally came to Tongshantang. Two of them came in the morning. The father brought his thin son over and asked him to buy Wujin Pills. And they all bought three.

Leng Rui felt something was strange, but he didn't find any problems.

As noon approached, there were suddenly gongs and drums outside again, and the loud sound of suona resounded through the sky.

Leng Rui looked out and was stunned.

It was the owner of Li again, who brought his son and a group of people to carry a plaque.

There are four big words on the plaque: "The medicine can cure the disease."

"What are the tricks this Li person?" Leng Rui was puzzled.

Dahu also saw it and said happily: "These people have not been beaten enough yet, they are here again!"

The sound of gongs and drums attracted the fun on the street.

What does this Lord Li mean? This is here to take revenge!

Isn't it right? I'm carrying a plaque to take revenge and hang it up after I've beaten it?

Those who watched the fun became even more interested and all of them squeezed over.

The team came directly to the door of Tongshan Hall.

Master Li came in first, smiled and bowed his hands and said, "Two masters! This medicine god!"

After saying that, Lord Li took out a silver note and handed it to Dahu.

"This is two thousand five hundred taels, one thousand taels is my thanks. Five hundred taels is my son's medicine money, and another thousand taels are the more ten more pills."

The owner of the Hall Li's voice was clear and loud. He could hear everything around him clearly.

Everyone understood at once that this was good medicine, and the owner Li came to thank him specifically.

"The owner of the Li Pavilion wants to buy ten pills? No, it's good for the noble master to take five pills, and eating more is not helpful." Leng Rui said politely.

The old saying goes well, don’t hit people with a smile.

"Ah! Five pills are enough! Thank you so much. It's okay, I bought these ten pills and I'll give them to my apprentices when I go back." Master Li said angrily.

But I felt happy and sad in my heart. What was happy was that my son's illness was cured. What was sad was that I spent an extra thousand taels of silver.

He dared not spend this thousand taels!

Yesterday during the day, two soldiers from the military officials came here.

The two of them had a stern face, and did not eat or take anything, and directly warned: "Dare you dare to go to Tongshantang to make trouble? Do you still want to get stuck in Wangjing? It's so easy and straightforward, go and pay back the money quickly. Otherwise, Don’t do your martial arts school anymore!”

At night, it became even more scary.

A man in black appeared in his bedroom. He used a knife to press his throat and lowered his voice, "Hurry up and go to Tongshantang to apologize, and promote the efficacy of Wujin Pills more. Otherwise, tomorrow night... …”

The man in black didn't say everything, just put a little force on the tip of the knife, and then, in the blink of an eye, the person disappeared.

Master Li is also a martial arts practitioner, and his martial arts skills are not bad, but he has no power to fight back against the man in black.

He understood that this was not an ordinary person, and he might be a person with some Taoism.

Oh my grandfather! How hard are you guys in the backstage? Why don’t you have any eyes? You kicked it on the iron plate. Don’t say anything, hurry up and apologize!

"Dear neighbors and friends, I'm not bragging. Look at my son, I took two pills and my illness was cured. Look at your current physique, you are so good! Like a calf..."

The owner of the Li Pavilion was eloquent and promoted the sales on the spot.

"Thank you, Lord Li, for your patronage, Xi..." Leng Rui originally wanted to say "I hope to come often", but as soon as he said that, he held back his words, so he could not say this nonsense.

"Okay, I won't bother you. Go back and introduce a few more friends to buy medicine. Come on! Hang the plaque."

Several people hung the plaque on the door with all their hands and feet. The black background and gold characters looked very elegant.

Two days later, a message spread in Wangjing City. The Wujin Pills in Tongshantang were simply amazing. They could heal their wounds and grow strength.

The most amazing thing is that the little disciple of Tongshantang, Sangouzi, is also a miraculous doctor. If you are injured, you will see at a glance that the medicine will cure the disease.

There is now a large queue at the entrance of Tongshan Hall, and the Military Affairs Office specially sent several people to maintain order.

An old man lying on a stretcher was carried in.

"Master Three, please show me that my father suffered injuries thirty years ago and has been lying on the bed." A middle-aged man begged.

Leng Rui is commonly known as Sangouzi. Now everyone is embarrassed to call Sangouzi, and they all respectfully call Sangouzi.

Leng Rui looked at the old man on the stretcher. He was as thin as a hair, and had more energy and less energy.

"Uncle, how old is this old man?" Leng Rui asked the middle-aged man.

"My father is over 260 years old, so he is considered to have a long life!" The middle-aged man said with pride.

Leng Rui frowned when he heard this. This is also a long life. He really has filial children at home. He is so old that he still has to take care of him.

Leng Rui carefully observed the old man and found that he had no serious illness, but he was old and his various organs were aging. The only problem was that his left thigh was a little injured and his upper part was faintly black.

"The old man has been injured in his left leg, so he probably hasn't been cured." Zuo Rui said.

"Yes, yes! Third Master, you are so amazing, you can tell at a glance. Everyone outside says this, but I don't believe it." The middle-aged man said in surprise.

"Take five pills and you can recover." Leng Rui said calmly.

The middle-aged man quickly took out a silver note and said with a smile: "My name is Yu Huizhong. My family is from the old shop of the Yu family in the south of the city. It has been used for several generations. The third master went to sit there when he has time."

"Okay, sure, sure!" Leng Rui also said politely.

...

Leng Rui now really understands what it feels like to make money and make money.

In a few days, I made tens of thousands of taels of silver.

The guidance on cultivating immortals is right, alchemy is the most profitable.

"Senior Brother, where did you buy the Dragon Bell Xiang and Tongtian Turtle Sheet?" Leng Rui asked.

"I don't know, he has always bought it himself, and he doesn't know where to buy it." Dahu replied.

"Can you buy it in the medicinal materials store?" Leng Rui asked again.

"I can't buy it!" Dahu replied very simply.

With the money in his hand, Leng Rui wanted to buy back the materials, and the mysterious factors in it were what he was most interested in.

Moreover, it was also a mysterious substance that he once had the effect of smelling directly.

In order to heal his injuries, he must find Long Bellxiang.

I can’t buy it in the medicinal materials store. Do you really want to go to the street stall to check for leaks according to the guidelines of cultivating immortals?

However, he has visited the street stalls in Wangjing several times, and it is basically a place where scammers gather. Those who are not scammers sell all the low-end goods that no one wants.

Do you want to go? After hesitating for a long time, Leng Rui still felt that he would be lucky. So many seniors started their careers at street stalls. Is he less?

After dinner, Leng Rui and Dahu greeted each other and went out alone.

Tonight is a crescent moon, two moonlights form a pair of hooks, one east and one west inlaid in the sky.

It was dark, but people could still be seen in a silhouette.

The fluorescent lamps of merchants on both sides of the street were lit up, emitting a soft light.

The night market street doesn't look so bright.

There are many small vendors here, and few can afford fluorescent lamps. Most of them light a glass oil lamp, and the flames are jumping.

The streets are very lively, with people selling and buying, and shouting are coming one after another, and the noise brings the fireworks of the world.

Leng Rui really likes the night market. It doesn’t matter whether he buys things or not. Just wandering around like this is also a pleasure.

He has been here a few times, but at that time he was empty-handed and dared not buy anything.

It’s different now. My pockets are bulging, and I’m a little rich man.

There is a stall selling hot and sour soup on the roadside. The spicy and sour smell comes, which evokes things deep in Leng Rui’s memory.

This is what he likes to eat on earth. In the middle of winter, I have a bowl of hot and sour soup and two sesame cakes. I feel a little sweaty on my head, so I feel so comfortable.

This stall is very simple, with a few small tables and stools on the ground, and many people are sitting there silly and snoring.

Leng Rui followed suit and ordered a bowl of hot and sour soup and a white flour pancake. He also sat on a small stool and started eating slowly.

He enjoyed it very much, the sour and sour smell slid across his tongue, and his stomach was hot.

The white flour pancake is very chewy. If you take a bite, you will have a full aroma of wheat.

"The wheat here is much better than on earth!" he praised in his heart.

At the same time, he was a little strange. It is said that wheat was crossed with several kinds of weeds in the wild. Why did the same thing happen here? Is it really a destiny in the dark?

Thinking about this philosophical big problem, Leng Rui drank a bowl of soup and finished a sesame cake.

Standing up, paying the bill, Leng Rui started strolling leisurely again.

He came with a purpose, and his eyes were staring at some dark and inconspicuous street stalls.

Those who sell stones, bones, bottles, and books are all his key goals.

These stalls are all the miracles described in the guidance of immortal cultivation on earth.

Suddenly, he felt a vague danger, as if someone was eyeing him.

Leng Rui was shocked, but on the surface he was silent and was full of vigilance.

When he left a small stone stall in disappointment, he had just taken two steps and felt a hand hitting his waist.

The mysterious factors in him started to work, and he could clearly know where the danger came from.

He turned sideways suddenly, and his right hand poked out like lightning, firmly grasping a soft little hand.
Chapter completed!