Chapter 24 Chapter 24 [Including thanks 30000 collection extra update]

All three of them felt that the feng shui of the last tea stall was bad.

So this time when meeting with the Canglang Sect, everyone decided to meet at a wonton stall in the middle of Yueming Center.

The representatives sent by the Canglang Sect were still the physical practitioner Wu Pingyuan, and the taciturn accounting master.

Yan Gan first delivered two jars of sweet and delicious pills and asked the accountant to inspect the goods.

After confirming that everything was correct, everyone ordered a bowl of wonton with red oil, and ate the delicious food while chatting with each other.

As the saying goes, once is new, twice is familiar.

This time, Sang Ji was much more patient when discussing business than last time.

He took a sip of the spicy noodle soup and smiled at the cashier:

"We have already signed such a good contract. Logically, we are not outsiders. We are all brothers. Brother, let me ask you, have you made any preparations recently?"

The uncle who was also the accountant in the sect looked at Wu Pingyuan, and then they both spoke at the same time.

Wu Pingyuan asked: "Little Master, why did you suddenly demote me?"

The accountant asked, "What preparations are you talking about?"

The next second, the accountant raised his palm, which was as big as a palm leaf fan, and slapped Wu Pingyuan on the back of the head with lightning speed.

As if to rewind and erase the three people's previous memories, the accountant's face remained normal and he asked again in the same tone:

"I wonder what preparations you are talking about?"

Yan Gan: “…”

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Sang Ji: "Ha, ha, good question. Of course, it's about the preparations for the recruitment of students from the surrounding sects at the Talent Conference."

It turns out that regarding the sect's admission of new members, Yunning Daze has always had an unwritten custom:

Every ten years, nearby sects would send people to gather at the Talent Conference, where they would showcase the strengths of their own sect and select outstanding new blood for their own sect.

As time went by, every time this time came, there would be an endless stream of independent cultivators and qualified young people who wanted to join the sect, coming here out of admiration for the sect.

Even if they cannot be accepted into the sect in the end, it is always good to see the scenery of the world.

This custom even spread to several surrounding towns.

According to Yan Luoyue's inquiries, the Canglang Sect is one of the sects that is accustomed to recruiting new members at the Talent Conference.

The cashier was slightly stunned and stroked the beard on his chin unconsciously.

"To be honest with you, my three friends, my Canglang Sect does intend to participate in this Talent Gathering. But what does this have to do with preparation?"

With a gleam in his eyes, the accountant asked tentatively, "Could it be that the three of you have some new elixirs...that you plan to sell to our sect?"

Sang Ji lowered his eyelids calmly and exchanged glances with Yan Luoyue in Yan Gan's arms.

The next second, he looked up and smiled brilliantly:

"Brother, you are joking. Your sect is founded on physical cultivation. Everyone knows that physical cultivators are proud and powerful, never relying on external things, but only on themselves. How could we show off our skills in front of you by taking out elixirs?"

The accountant: "Um... this..."

There is no need to say "Most of you physical cultivators are in a bad financial situation, generally just above the saturation line, so you can only find such freshness and refinement in sword cultivators.

Yan Gan remained calm and followed Sang Ji in singing the same tune.

He just said with great emotion: "Everyone knows that the new disciples we accept represent the future of the sect in the next twenty, fifty or even a hundred years."

"It has always been the case that the big sects have monopolized the talented people, while the medium-sized sects have taken away a number of independent cultivators who could have made great achievements. Not only can the small sects only recruit the poor and talented people, but they also have to compete with each other and fight for the talents, and they may not be able to really get them."

He had received rehearsals from Yan Luoyue in advance and had memorized the lines. Now that he was performing live, it was a thrilling performance.

For a moment, not only Wu Pingyuan, but even the accounting master couldn't help but nodded.

Yes, the young man is right.

The quality of disciples determines the future of the sect.

Because all the disciples of their Canglang Sect are physical cultivators, their fashion sense is not as good as that of sword cultivators and magic cultivators, so many outstanding young people stay away from them.

These young people are usually born in the mortal world, and their imagination of cultivating immortals is mostly limited to the handsomeness of wielding swords and the elegance of pinching talismans.

How could they know that sword cultivators are all poor ghosts and that the intrigues among magic cultivators are too tiring.

In their physical cultivation sect, not only are everyone straightforward and open-minded, and as close as a family, but the disciples can also save up a fortune!

Yan Gan's words hit the nail on the head and were very accurate.

In the already created sentimental atmosphere, Sang Ji looked around and leaned towards his uncle in the accounting office across a wooden table.

Sang Ji hooked his fingers mysteriously and lowered his voice in a mysterious way, pushing the created state to the extreme.

"Now, we have a good suggestion for Youzong, but I don't know if you are willing to listen to it."

The accountant uncle asked hurriedly: "Tell me quickly!"

Sang Ji spread out his palm flatly, and Yan Luoyue pulled the sample out of his arms and placed it into his palm.

"Hey, storage bag?"

"No, no, no, this is not just a storage bag, it's also a benefit for new disciples."

Sang Ji spoke earnestly and with a bright look in his eyes, hoping that the accountant uncle would understand his meaning on the spot.

"Think about it. A storage bag with your sect's logo or even your sect's enrollment brochure printed on it. One person holding it may be seen by hundreds of people. Isn't this a free and most powerful means of publicity?"

The accountant's hand, which was stroking his mustache, stopped in mid-air.

There was a visible sign of excitement in his expression.

"What's worse--" Sang Ji put one hand on the table, striking while the iron was hot, his tone excited.

"You can shout out a slogan to inform all monks who have signed up for the selection that each of them will receive a storage bag as a gift."

"Isn't it better to receive sect benefits like this that are within reach than a hundred nice words?"

"Ah, this... makes sense, my friend, you are right!"

The accountant uncle unconsciously exerted force with his hands and pulled out four or five strands of his beard.

You are absolutely right.

This is a path that he, the clan leader, and the elders had never imagined!

Now he was completely certain that there must be capable people guiding these three young boys.

Otherwise, given their age, how could they come up with such brilliant insights and provide such simple and easy-to-understand promotional methods?

What the accountant uncle didn't know was that the "capable man" Yan Luoyue was currently nestling in Yan Gan's arms, kicking with his two short, round legs, hiding his fame and talent.

Excuse me, this is just a combination of the modern social methods of "printing advertisements on backpacks" and "giving eggs to old men and women when they attend lectures".

"But..." The accountant was still hesitant, "If everyone comes to sign up, I wonder how many storage bags we will need to prepare?"

Sang Ji, who had already received targeted training from Yan Luoyue, answered without hesitation:

"It can be limited to the first 1,000 people, first come first served!"

The accountant thought carefully: "Then the people behind me may become angry and not sign up when they see that they can't get the benefits?"

Sang Ji remained calm and said, "Just say that during the selection process, you will randomly draw disciples with predestined relationships and give them the Canglang Sect's lucky gift pack!"

"hiss--"

In an instant, it was as if all of the eight extraordinary meridians of the accountant's uncle were opened up at the same time, and his thinking expanded to an unprecedented breadth.

He could not help rubbing his eyes and looked at the three young men with new eyes. He felt that they were extremely thoughtful. If he missed this rare opportunity, he would not forgive himself ten years later.

The only small flaw is...

"My dear, you may not know the price of the storage bag. Uh, this..."

As one of the necessary magical instruments for cultivators to go out and practice in the world of immortality, a storage bag is usually the first magical instrument that cultivators buy after saving money and eating frugally.

One for everyone, suitable for young and old.

Correspondingly, as a necessity in the world of immortal cultivation, the price of storage bags is also very attractive.

According to the standards of Yan Luoyue's previous life, the standard storage bag commonly used in the world of cultivation has a storage size of about two cubic meters, and the market price is often around twenty spirit stones.

Just like a piece of rice paper is fixed to 100 sheets. There is no reason why it is fixed at this size. It is just a convention.

So when the accountant heard that "the first thousand people will be given storage bags as benefits", the equation 20x1000=20,000 low-grade spirit stones quickly flashed through his mind.

For a small or medium-sized sect like the Canglang Sect, this is not a sum that can be easily paid.

Hearing the accounting uncle's concern, Yan Luoyue smiled calmly.

Sang Ji also narrowed his eyes and made a "please" gesture to the storage bag on the table.

"No hurry, please check the goods first."

The accountant was in a state of confusion. He put his consciousness inside and exclaimed in surprise, "It's so small!"

The stall owner thought the cashier was complaining about his own wontons and could not help but cast a wary glance at him.

In fact, the accountant had never seen...such a mini storage bag.

The space in the storage bag is only about one cubic decimeter, which is only enough to hold some bottles, jars, spiritual stones and talismans, but not even a long sword.

Hearing the sigh of the accountant uncle, the instigator said that Luo Yue was as calm as a mountain, and even picked up the soup bowl and ate it on the spot.

——Of course. Who uses the best materials when printing gifts?

For gifts like this, it would be good if they can play a promotional role.

Sang Ji added with a smile: "For a storage bag like this, if you are interested in purchasing it, we will only sell it for two spirit stones. If you add the promotional slogan, then we will sell it for two and a half spirit stones. How do you think?"

At this time, it was less than ten days away from the start of the Talent Conference.

The reason why the price of storage bags is so high is that each one must be handmade by a craftsman.

Senior refiners disdain to make ordinary storage bags for profit; while low-level refiners are willing to make them, but their efficiency is low.

With orders of hundreds or thousands of pieces, and the need to compress the size of the storage bags - which indirectly reduces the price - instrument makers basically won't take such work.

That is to say, from the moment they accepted Yan Luoyue's idea, the Canglang Sect no longer had any other suitable partner other than Yan Luoyue.

At this time, the two sides had signed a contract, which was considered a preliminary alliance.

What's more, since □□ is so appropriate, the Canglang Sect has no reason to hesitate.

The accountant uncle made the decision on the spot: "We from the Canglang Sect will send a thousand first!"

"Deposit... I'll ask Pingyuan to go back to the sect to get it. We'll pay the deposit tonight!"

"Okay, brother, that's great!"

Sang Ji immediately took out several notes with a smile on his face, showing his golden service spirit:

"Regarding the printed designs on the storage bags, here are several versions of the slogans we have prepared. Please pick the one you like."

"Or you can provide the slogan and we will print it."

The accountant uncle took a closer look and saw that some of the notes said "The moon rises in the east, and I am the only wolf."

——This is the martial arts version drafted by Yan Luoyue.

There is also a sentence that says "What I train is not my body, but loneliness."

——This is also the dull version proposed by Yan Luoyue.

In addition, there is also the dry rice man version of Yan Gan and the funny version of Sang Ji...

After reading several slogans in succession, the accounting uncle's eyes suddenly lit up.

"I want this one, this one is good, this one is good!"

Yan Luoyue and the other two all looked at the selected note.

Everyone's expressions were very interesting when they saw the above content.

“…”

Because, that was a cute girly version designed by Yan Luoyue as a joke.

There was a Q-version hand-drawn wolf head on the note, and a line of small words at the bottom: "Canglang Sect, ah ah~".

Even though there is no way to use the tilde sign in this world, the rippling arc of the wave is so vivid!

A faint blush appeared on the accounting uncle's face, but it was quickly suppressed by his light cough.

He said solemnly: "Very good, let's use this, this is what a tough guy should use."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

My goodness, you really have the heart of a tiger and the nose of a rose.

There is nothing wrong with choosing this pattern, except...

Yan Luoyue smiled, blinking her big, watery eyes: "No problem, but if you want to print it, you have to pay extra."

Sang Ji understood the meaning of the string music and responded quickly: "Oh, yes, the seal will cost more money, three spirit stones for one."

Although the accountant was a latecomer, this was his second time negotiating a business deal. Not only did he make rapid progress, he also learned how to bargain.

"Two point six spirit stones for a storage bag, is that ok?"

Sang Ji shook his head hesitantly: "I'm afraid..."

"Two point seven!"

"Well, this..."

"Two point eight!"

Sang Ji was almost about to nod in agreement, but Yan Luoyue still needed to make the final decision.

He subconsciously looked at Yan Luoyue, only to see the little girl raising her little fist and rubbing her eyes slowly.

The little girl showed an innocent smile and said at the standard turtle speed:

"My—brother—recently—heard—something—"

"Regarding the miraculous medicine - Little Turtle Paste - do you - Canglang Sect - have any idea?"

Accounting Master: "..."

Sang Ji: “…”

Yan Gan: “…”

The accountant laughed and wiped the sweat from his forehead pretending not to notice.

"Well, three spirit stones is a fair price. Let's make it a deal!"

When Wu Pingyuan returned to the sect to get back the deposit, the two parties signed the contract and finalized the deal. It can be said that both the guest and the client were very happy.

The cashier uncle waved his hand on the spot and asked the boss to serve each of them a portion of wonton. He also sent his nephew to buy some side dishes from the stalls next door.

After a while, Wu Pingyuan came back with a few oil paper bags and shared a piece of news with them.

This simple and honest physical cultivator rubbed the back of his head and said, "What a coincidence, I actually saw the same group again. Uncle Master, you said they don't talk business like us, why do they keep coming to the demon cultivators' Yuemingji?"

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it to heart. After hearing what Wu Pingyuan said, the three of them were shocked.

Wait, that guy from last time?

Isn't that just...

At once, Yan Luoyue and the other two turned their heads in unison and looked in the direction Wu Pingyuan was pointing.

As expected, it was the human cultivator who had posted a bounty at Yueming Ji last time and wanted to buy the little green snake.

However, their leader, the monk, was not there this time, and only a few of his men were wandering around the different stalls, picking and choosing.

Seeing that one of the monks happened to ask about the Octopus Brother they had just bought something from, Yan Gan twisted his butt uneasily on the stool.

"What are they looking for?"

Sang Ji shook his head, indicating that he was confused.

However, the master of the account room of Canglang Sect had the highest cultivation level and had already entered the foundation-building stage. In such a noisy city, he could hear the conversation clearly even though the voice was deliberately lowered.

He roughly repeated, "The monk was asking the stall owner if he had any extremely poisonous marine creatures."

...a highly toxic, strange object?

Yan Luoyue's mind raced, and the first thing he thought of was the little green snake that had quietly slipped away.

From the first time I saw it, the snake's gaze could paralyze me. I wonder if that could be considered a kind of poison?

...It seems that the reason why the monks of the Lu family paid a high price to pursue the little green snake was not, as they said, just to peel off the snake skin to make a pen holder.

Judging from their reluctance to state their purpose, there must be other secrets hidden in this.

The pig ear in my mouth suddenly didn't smell so good anymore.

Yan Luoyue chewed a few bites and swallowed them dully, then thought back to the little green snake.

——As rich as emerald, as clear as jasper, and as beautiful as the water of Tianchi Lake.

Although it left without saying goodbye, it left Yan Luoyue with a bloody scale, just like Cinderella who dropped her crystal shoes on the stairs.

I wonder if it is safe now, and whether it has escaped the pursuit of the young master of the Lu family?

The last time I fed the little green snake fish meat, it happily swung its tail on the quilt, making a snapping sound.

I wonder if it can have such a happy meal outside after I leave?

Yan Luoyue touched the fairy-colored storage bag on her waist, inside which was a small jade snake scale wrapped in her handkerchief.

Let's save some more money. Yan Luoyue made up her mind: if she saves some more money, she will have enough to buy more expensive materials.

By then, she could make a guiding compass by herself and use it to find the little green snake.

Even after finishing their meal, the monks from the Lu family still lingered at Yueming Market. One of them, for some unknown reason, wandered back and forth near the wonton stand.

Yan Gan waited for a long time, and finally his patience ran out. He sneered, stuffed something into his mouth, and walked out of the wonton stand in a swagger.

Not only that, he also bumped head-on into the monk's chest!

“Aiya!” Monk Lu was stepped on hard by Yan Gan. He frowned subconsciously and raised his hand to push Yan Gan: “You are blind—Ahhhhhh!!!”

The last long string of words were not scolding interjections, but the monk's scream.

What did he see?

He saw a monster with a mouth on its forehead, eyebrows growing vertically on its cheekbones, eyes slanted and parallel to its face, and ears growing on the bridge of its nose!

Ah, what is this!

Don’t you demons check the almanac before giving birth?

For a moment, the monk from the Lu family even forgot that he had been hit, and could only stare blankly at the ghost thing lifting up its right sleeve...

Um?

This devil lifted up his right sleeve, stretched out his right foot from the sleeve, and kicked him hard?

The mouth on the forehead opened and closed: "What a surprise! Have you never seen this before?"

Lu family monk: "..."

Yes, I haven’t seen it.

Damn, you have seen it before. After all, you have to look in the mirror every day when you wash your face!

In the rice noodle stall, Sang Ji and Yan Luoyue couldn't help but laugh secretly when they saw this scene.

After a cup of tea, the monk from the Lu family was looking for companions in the market, wanting to express his shocking experience with dancing and joy.

A weird-looking creature, Number Two, with two eyes side by side on its temples, passed right by him.

Ghost Thing No. 2's eyes were wide open, and the mouth on his ears exhaled cold air: "Country bumpkin, you have no knowledge."

“…”

Before the monk could jump back in surprise, a small round head named Ghost Thing No. 3 popped out from the arms of Ghost Thing No. 2.

It was hard to tell whether it was her or him... or rather, it was his buddy. His voice was faint and echoed: "I don't know him."

Lu family monk: "..."

Meeting it once is an exception, meeting it twice is an exception, is meeting it three times still an exception?

The monk began to think sincerely whether there was a race among the demons who were born to be this unique and independent.

The monk of the Lu family could not help but fall into endless self-doubt.

——Is it really that he has no vision?