Chapter 140 There is soil hidden in the furnace, and there is a big harvest in the building.

Hearing the whispers in his ears, Yang Wenden's face suddenly darkened, and then he looked around.

After the whispers stopped, his eyes fell on Jiang Xuan.

"Are you going to sell it or not?"

Seeing Yang Wendeng's appearance, Jiang Xuan suddenly felt interesting.

After traveling for so long, he finally met a second-generation ancestor who had no brains and no one was following him. It was really fun.

So while teasing the little fox, he quietly said, "So what if I sell it, what if I don't sell it?"

"Humph, if I sell it, the seven million treasure notes will still be given to you. If I don't sell it, then..."

"Brother?"

Before Yang Wenden could finish his sentence, a confused, surprising, and somewhat familiar call suddenly sounded behind Jiang Xuan.

Turning his head to look, Jiang Xuan could not help but feel a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"Why are you here?"

The person who called him just now was not his second brother Jiang Wen who had never been masked since time travel?

"I became my disciple to Master Dan, who said that the apprenticeship ceremony would be held in Yujing."

"By the way, why did you come to the capital and confront Brother Wen Deng here?"

At this point, Jiang Wen thought of something and couldn't help but squint at Yang Wenden, "Did he provoke you first?"

Feeling the joy that Jiang Wen exuded after seeing him, as well as the malice he exuded towards Yang Wenden, Jiang Xuan smiled and then spread his hands, indicating that this was the case.

However, he did not chat more with Jiang Wen, but looked at the group of people coming behind Jiang Wen, "I have seen Master Cen and Master Dan on the trail."

"Isn't Master in Sixi County? Why are you here in Yujing City?"

Mr. Cen, who walked up to Jiang Xuan, squinted his eyes and glanced at Yang Wenden, who looked ugly, and then said, "Qiu Sheng is going to hold an apprenticeship ceremony to accept your brother as a disciple. Naturally, I am here to see you."

Qiu Sheng was a student of Dan Qiusheng, and he was also the dean of Sixi County Literary Academy.

In Jiang Xuan's memory, Dan Qiusheng should be a sub-saint realm literary cultivator in the fourth realm of literary cultivation, but looking at the aura he exudes now, there is no doubt that he has reached the semi-sacred realm of the fifth realm of literary cultivation.

But it should be the kind that just broke through.

Otherwise, even if the strength of his soul is far beyond ordinary, it would not be so easy for the monks in the fifth extraordinary realm to make him feel the breath.

While thinking, Jiang Xuan exchanged a few words with Mr. Cen, and then his eyes fell on Yang Wendeng:

"Why don't you continue what you just said?"

"If I sell this fox, you give me seven million treasure notes. If I don't sell it, what are you going to do?"

"Use Tiandi Academy to pressure me, are you going to use Yang Guogong's Mansion to pressure me, or are you going to buy it directly?"

As soon as Jiang Xuan finished speaking, Master Cen and his team turned their attention to Yang Wendeng, making his expression even more ugly.

Seeing that Yang Wendeng was speechless, Jiang Xuan couldn't help but shook his head.

I thought it was a Zhenjiang dragon, but I didn't expect it to be a bully and afraid of the strong.

It's just a pity that there is no part of announcing one's family status and pretending to be cool.

I don’t know when the next brainless second generation ancestor will appear.

After shaking his head, Jiang Xuan simply turned his attention to Master Cen again:

"Xiao Dao just arrived at Yujing City two days ago and was thinking about visiting the twelfth floor of Yujing City. Unexpectedly, he met the Master in this rare object building."

"Master, do you want to go with us?"

Master Cen shook his head when he heard this.

"Qiu Sheng and I also played very reservedly here, so I won't annoy you."

"As for Wen Deng, I will take him back to the academy and discipline him well."

Glancing at Yang Wendeng, who turned pale after Master Cen finished speaking, Jiang Xuan nodded boredly, then said goodbye to Master Cen and Dan Qiusheng, and then took Jiang Wen and others to visit the Strange Objects Building.

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After wandering around, Jiang Wen couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked the previous question again:

"Brother, you haven't told me why you are in Yujing City. Looking at your clothes, you have become a Taoist?"

"And how do you know Mr. Cen? It seems you are quite familiar with him?"

"Have you joined any sect?"

Glancing at Jiang Wen who looked curious and the students around him who also had their ears raised, Jiang Xuan thought for a while and asked:

"You can generate literary energy, but is it difficult for your brother and me to introduce the energy into your body?"

"As for Mr. Cen, I did meet him several times in Sixi County."

Speaking of this, Jiang Xuan suddenly thought of something, and reached out from the jade gourd to take out the jade volume of "Spring and Autumn" given to him by Master Cen, "Hey, this is for you."

"Master Cen gave me a meeting gift, but I am a Taoist and don't like your cultural stuff. It would be a waste if I keep it in my hands. However, this thing may have some effect on you."

Stupidly taking the jade album from Jiang Xuan's hand, Jiang Wen opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Jiang Xuan had already squatted in front of a stall.

"This Taoist master, which treasure has you set your sights on?"

"Let me tell you, these are treasures inherited from my family. If it weren't for the lack of money, I wouldn't be able to sell these treasures."

Seeing Jiang Xuan squat down, the thin old man sitting behind the stall suddenly started talking nonstop:

"Look at this incense burner. Although it is a bit old, it is mixed with orichalcum. These three unfinished incense sticks inserted in the burner are also incense for concentration."

"This stove has been kept in the ancestral home for more than a thousand years. It has been worshiped by the tribe day and night. It has long been a valuable incense treasure. If you keep ghosts in captivity, this is an excellent place for them to live."

"Even if you don't keep ghosts in captivity, you can still get a lot of benefits from burying ghosts in the furnace."

"And this altar table"

Waving his hand to interrupt the old man's eloquent words, Jiang Xuan nodded to express his agreement:

"These items of yours do have a lot of incense smell, and you even sold the ancestral tablets. It can be seen that you are indeed short of money."

The old man smiled awkwardly when he heard this, "I thought that these ancestral tablets were old and the gold paint on them had fallen off, so I made new ones."

"The new tablets are ready, but these old tablets are golden nan that have carried incense for thousands of years. It would be a pity to burn them, so why not bring them to the Qiwu Building to see if anyone needs them."

"If I can help others, my ancestors will be considered a great meritorious deed."

Reaching out and giving a thumbs up to the old man, Jiang Xuan immediately asked, "How much does it cost to pack all these things?"

"There are 27 ancestral tablets, each worth 500,000 treasure notes, and an incense offering table. Counting you as 1 million treasure notes, the incense burner plus three half-used incense sticks, a total of 5 million treasure notes, and the clay sculpture of the divine child is 6 million treasure notes. As for this kneeling futon,

I will send it directly to you."

"The total of these things is 25.5 million treasure notes. If you take them away together, I will give you 25 million treasure notes."

Jiang Xuan nodded when he heard this, and then started tapping on these incense objects:

“It’s not expensive individually, but it adds up to a lot of money.”

"Although prices are high in the capital, you..."

"Pa~"

Halfway through his words, looking at the incense burner on the table with one ear knocked off, Jiang Xuan, the old man selling the goods, or the crowd watching the show all fell silent.

"Pindao, I said I didn't break it on purpose. Do you believe it?"

The old man nodded, "Old man's letter."

"Although this stuff is mixed with a little bit of orichalcum, it's been over a thousand years, so it's normal for it to be a little brittle."

"But no matter what, this object was originally good. The incense on the stove has the smell of time, and the things were broken by you, Taoist Master."

"So Mr. Dao, you don't have to buy other things, but just buy this stove."

Jiang Xuan narrowed his eyes when he heard this, "Three hundred years ago, where did your ancestors get the orichalcum from more than a thousand years ago?"

"This old man doesn't know."

The old man spread his hands and said, "But it is recorded in the ancestral book. I am also confused."

"If I just want this incense burner, how much money will it cost?"

"5000000."

Jiang Xuan was silent for a moment, and then threw the Shenxiao sect's special guide given to him by Dai Jiuquan on the altar table:

"I didn't hear you clearly, please say it again."

The moment Jiang Xuan took out the road guide, the monks and warriors gathered around the stall to watch the show immediately dispersed and left far away. Even the stall owners who set up stalls around him also put away their stalls and did not know how to escape.

Where have you gone?

The moment the old man saw the road guide, he suddenly became depressed:

"I may not have made it clear just now, but this incense burner is worth 500,000 treasure notes."
To be continued...