"Brother, can you give me a bowl of this medicine?"

Naturally, Shen Bao would not refuse this kind of request, and took out a bowl and spoon to serve a bowl to the little monk: "This is not medicine, it is the eight-treasure porridge from my brother's hometown, it is very delicious, be careful of scalding." ”

The little friar took the bowl and spoon and tasted it, and immediately he couldn't stop his wrist and sucked it into his mouth. In just a few breaths, a bowl of eight-treasure porridge was directly drunk, and he handed the bowl and spoon to Shen Bao again: "Brother, I want another bowl." ”

This scene was enough to be worth a thousand words, and the onlookers spoke one after another.

"Little brother, give each of our brothers a bowl, don't eat you in vain, and you have a spirit stone."

"Okay."

"It's so cheap for five people to give a spirit stone, and they will also give us a table."

"Come now!"

"The small skeletons of the Yin Ghost Sect can eat, and our Juli Sect has to try it even more. I was hungry when I walked around the market for a day, so I wiped the tables and chairs and brought a basin first, and took the amount of five spirit stones. ”

"Immortal, this eight-treasure porridge is boiled in Linggu, and it is not suitable for the stomach to eat too much."

"Hahaha, what our Juli Sect refines is a good stomach. Let's take a pot to taste the taste first, and if you want to be satisfied, you have to add more, not bad spirit stones. ”

"Okay."

It's only been a few cups of tea, and Shenbao has already sold fifty or sixty bowls.

The strong men of the Juli Sect were even more exaggerated, and they didn't bother to wait in the back, carried the soup basin to the edge of the cauldron, rubbed a small bag of spirit stones into Shen Bao's hand, and took the cauldron away......

"King Li, what do you mean?"

"Ghoul, what do you mean. Hua Lingshi buys porridge to drink, what's the matter, it's illegal? ”

"You put it down for me, who can't take out the spirit stone, I've never seen someone eat alone like this!"

"First come, first served, your old ghoul hasn't taught? Drinking porridge is grinding and chirping, like a little girl. ”

'Bang', with a loud bang, the Yin Ghost Sect monk couldn't help but be angry, and directly sacrificed a wooden coffin. In the inky black coffin, there was a crashing sound from the inside out, as if a living creature wanted to come out of the coffin.

'Roar', the leading senior brother of the Juli Sect is not good at stubble, and the entire right arm is visibly expanding rapidly, growing gray-brown hairs. The palm of the hand turned into a bear claw, and the claw edge was more than a foot long, and it was estimated that half of the arm would be gone if it was scratched with a claw!

Seeing that the two monks were about to fight, Sun Li pulled out his sword and swept it over, and Qing Feng was in the middle: "Little ghoul and King Li, both of them are monks with heads and faces in the foundation building generation, so they are not suitable in Mangshanfang City." Our five factions made a rule a hundred years ago, and Mangshanfang City will always enjoy peace, and the violators will be punished by the five factions. ”

A group of patrolling monks who noticed the fluctuation of abnormal spiritual power rushed one after another, and the team leaders in the late stage of foundation building seemed to be accustomed to the commotion of the Yin Ghost Sect and the Juli Sect: "What's the matter, why is there a trouble?" ”

The old black man hurriedly went up to play the round, and inadvertently handed a few spirit stones to the team leader: "Liu Xianye, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, blame us for cooking porridge slowly." Xiaobao was still stunned, and hurriedly cooked porridge for a few immortals. ”

Liu Ming, the leader of the team, is also a particular person, taking human spirit stones to eliminate disasters with people, and beckoning a group of patrol members to sit down: "Let's also try what charm this porridge has, so that King Li and the little ghoul almost grabbed it for it." I haven't seen this porridge shack yesterday, new here? ”

"Immortal Master Liu is wise, we only sent it from Lingyun in the afternoon. My little brother has learned the craft of boiling porridge with one hand, and wants to take advantage of the centennial of the founding of the city to do some small business and eat with a mouthful of food. ”

"Even if you are unlucky today, the Yin Ghost Sect and the Juli Sect have recently been on the bar for the competition for the Liuhe Spirit Mine, but seeing that your business is so prosperous, it is not bad for this little advantage."

Liu Mingneng was the leader of the patrol team in Mangshanfang City, and he naturally knew the grievances of the various cultivation sects in the vicinity. After raising his eyes and looking at the dishes to be cleaned, he couldn't help but be surprised that this small porridge shed was actually doing a particularly amazing business.

Don't look at the old black man's cultivation is not high, he really has excellent ability to deal with people. A few words of flattery made the patrol monks laugh.

After drinking the eight-treasure porridge boiled by Shenbao, Liu Ming couldn't help but praise: "This skill can be regarded as a must, I said that King Li's foodie even exposed the bear's claws." If it were me, whoever grabbed my porridge would be in a hurry with him. ”

Shen Bao really didn't expect this group of monks to be so easy to fool, he also tried a bowl himself, and it was far from the real Eight Treasure Porridge! At most, it is only half of the level of the previous life, which still makes this group of monks delightful......

It is estimated that it is because of the cultivation in this world that the vast majority of intelligent people put their minds on the path of cultivation. For other aspects, such as poetry, songs, calligraphy, painting, and diet, there is less study, which can be regarded as the price of seeking longevity!

At present, ten cauldrons have been set up in the porridge shed at the same time, and they are all hurrying to cook eight-treasure porridge. Even Sun Li, who accompanied the escort, didn't care about the arrogance of the monks in the foundation building period, and rolled up his sleeves and joined the ranks of boiling porridge. Because the old black man said, add spirit stones!

Not to mention more than a dozen grain farmers, this is their own business. Seeing the spirit stones entering their pockets, everyone hated to give birth to two more arms and ten more cauldrons!

The old black head deliberately spent spirit stones, invited a few mortal aunts, and fetched water and washed dishes back and forth. Even so, every table was still full, and many monks who couldn't wait were willing to stand with bowls and spoons in their hands and enjoy the eight-treasure porridge - you know, they were monks with their own tsundere attributes......

"New products are coming, chilled eight-treasure porridge, one bowl of spirit stones, each immortal is limited to three bowls!"

At this time, it is simply unreasonable to make a small profit, and Shenbao immediately launched an iced version of eight-treasure porridge. In fact, it was to let the monk condense the water into ice, and threw a few lumps of ice ballast into it. Add a little honey and sell it as a luxury item by five times the price of the price.

"Two bowls of ice."

"Three bowls of ice, five bowls of hot to take away."

"Little brother, do you still need manpower? The outer disciple of Yunshilou, in the middle stage of qi refining, is good at porridge soup, one spirit stone a day. ”

"Will you be able to "Ice Condensing Spell"?"

"Yes, a spirit stone does not contain the spiritual power consumed."

"Deal, you go make ice."

"Senior sister, I can't eat any more, our spirit stones are almost gone!"

"Then give you to this kid, anyway, you have a beautiful face, and you will definitely be able to exchange for many bowls of eight-treasure porridge."

"I'm going to eat too, and I'll give you to the old man, huh!"

"You have no conscience, you must have picked it up from the demon battlefield by Master."

"You're the one, little brother, and I'll have three more bowls of ice."

……

Mangshanfang City, the most lively place today, has changed.

It is no longer a Casting Pavilion that sells top-grade phantom flying swords, nor is it a hundred herb shops that are hard to find.

In the past, the cloud food building full of friends was even more empty, and the hard-hit chef in the foundation building period only learned after asking that they all went to a newly opened porridge shed to drink porridge?

What Shen Bao didn't do on Earth, he did in this hellish place, that is, 'counting money until his hands cramped'.

In eight hours, they earned three thousand two hundred and fifty spirit stones, which was eight times the price of Spirit Valley! Moreover, there are more than 19,000 catties of spirit valley left, and more than 3,000 spirit stones have been picked up almost for nothing.

"No, I can't do it anymore, I can't even lift my arms. Sorry guys, but we're done, so come back tomorrow. Tomorrow morning, each person will be given a bowl of eight-treasure porridge, sorry, sorry! ”

Even the old blackhead, who loves money like his life, must not stop his work. It used to be that the spirit stone was not earned, and he was tired and half dead. Now that the spirit stone is earned, if people are really tired to death, they will lose a lot of money.

"Xiaobao, we have to rent a big shop tomorrow and add some tables and chairs, at least twenty tables! I also have to recruit people, especially the ice eight-treasure porridge in the back, which sells so well, a few of us take turns pinching the spirit stone to replenish it, and we can't stand it! It's the first time I've seen so many spirit stones at this age. ”

"Old blackheads, don't be too optimistic, they are the first time they have tasted eight-treasure porridge, and sales will decline after the freshness."

"Don't be afraid, rent a short-term contract, let's make enough money to change the market. Luoxifang City, 300 miles away, and Xihai Dafang City, 700 miles away, I heard that there are 150,000 resident monks! ”

"Then don't you want the Lingtian in the back mountain? It took a lot of effort for us to reclaim the image. ”

"Silly you, who is going to farm when you earn spirit stones? Let's buy the pill and eat it directly, the talent is not enough to make up the spirit stone! ”

"The method of making this eight-treasure porridge is not difficult, and it will spread in a few days. What's more, our group of people are all Qi refining period cultivators, if we really have a lot of spirit stones in our hands? ”

Others are not familiar with eight-treasure porridge, but Shenbao is familiar with this thing. There are only seven or eight kinds of raw materials in total, and as long as the smarter monks drink two bowls, they can figure it out, and it is easy to copy.

At the moment, they are only taking advantage of the opportunity, but in the end, no matter where they are, force and wealth must match each other, otherwise they will be guilty. More than a dozen Gu Farmers in the Qi Refining Period, three or five thousand spirit stones have already exceeded the bottom line they can protect!

With Sun Li, a foundation building disciple of the Lingyun Sect, three or five thousand spirit stones at the moment is barely enough. If there are more, there will always be monks who want to kill, although the Lingyun Sect is considered a great cultivation sect within a radius of two hundred miles, but it can't scare people out of their own realm.

After two years of working as a mining slave, Shenbao no longer has the confidence of Long Aotian, who has just arrived. Hit again and again by reality, he learned to be patient and do what he could.

To this day, he still remembers the despair of the complete collapse of his self-confidence after the failure to swallow the stone, from extreme self-confidence to the appearance of a dead body......

recalled that the village chief tied him up with a lot of flowers, pushed a wheeled cart and sold it to the Lingyun faction, and the two sides bargained beside him, and he was only worth two hundred catties of brown rice. No matter how dead your heart is, after being whipped with a leather whip, you can honestly go to mining - it hurts, and you figure it out.

Looking at the group of grain farmers who had already been carried away by the spirit stones and fell into crazy fantasies, Shen Bao said bluntly: "In this way, I will hand over all the recipes of the Eight Treasure Porridge to you, and only take two hundred spirit stones back." ”

Nangong Quan, who has been silent, rarely agrees with Shen Bao: "I'll go back with you, nothing can compare to saving my life." When it's dead, there's nothing. ”

The old black man took out two hundred spirit stones from his pocket, and handed them to Shen Bao without saying a word: "Okay, you teach us how to cook eight-treasure porridge, let's get together and disperse." ”

The ingredients of the eight-treasure porridge are not complicated, even if Shen Bao doesn't say it, the old black head has also learned a rough idea. Now that this pioneer is sent away, the old black man is confident that he will continue to be a leader and gain more benefits.

Early in the morning, the old black man tried a bowl of eight-treasure porridge that he had boiled himself, and confirmed that the taste and texture were exactly the same as those made by Shen Bao before. The old black man personally sent Shenbao and Nangong Quan to the exit of Mangshanfang City, and pretended to regret it: "Everyone has their own ambitions, so brother, I wish you to build the avenue as soon as possible." ”

Shen Bao looked at the old man who was no longer humble yesterday, and his back was now straight: "Old black head, what about your son who stayed in the sect, Xiao Hei is only seven years old." ”

The old black man looked into the distance, and the tenderness in his eyes flashed: "I am free, and I can regenerate with a spirit stone son." If you have the heart, help to give your stutter food. ”

After that, he took out a bag of spirit stones and put them in Shen Bao's hand, there were fifty of them.

Since then, he has been unfettered.

Sun Li looked at the backs of Shen Bao and Nangong Quan who were drifting apart, came behind the old black head, and said in a gloomy voice: "Just let them go back like this?" Add a hundred spirit stones, and I'll kill them. ”

The old black man's eyes were clear, and he didn't care at all about Sun Li's cultivation that was one realm higher than himself: "Leave a line for doing things, although Nangong Spring is abolished, but after all, it is a cultivation in the later stage of foundation building, and I can't tell who will kill whom." Hurry up and urge them to start work, sell it for another day, and leave Mangshanfang City tonight. ”