As the saying goes, the plan of the year lies in spring, this season, it is also the most lively time in Shacheng Wushan, as the first major cultivation family in Shacheng, it is an indispensable umbrella for many people, especially for the caravans and trading companies in the past, without the protection of the Xie family, it is impossible for them to walk and trade freely in this area, so every year in the late winter and early spring, they have to come to the Xie family to worship the mountain, in order to get the safety of this year.

The Xie family's mark is divided into three kinds of flags, according to the size of the merchant group and the number of salutes, the highest specification is the gold flag, the lowest is the black iron flag, in fact, many cultivators do this, on the one hand, to show their justice and righteousness, on the other hand, they can get a lot of income.

From the inn at the foot of the foggy mountain to the mountain gate halfway up the mountain, there is a long queue, and the tail of the line even winds all the way to the back of the town, the Xie family only opens the mountain gate for seven days every year, and it is outdated, because the gate is opened, and the situation will become very complicated and very dangerous, in case something happens, the face will be greatly damaged, maybe no one will come in the next year, so the Xie family has to turn up and down in order to survive these few days, seven days is barely enough, and they can't stand it if it is longer.

At the corner of the street, more than a dozen Xie family warriors are in good spirits to maintain order, their annual expenses have to be made at this time, this year's market is good, the gift is soft, and the spirit will naturally remain highly excited.

Although there are rules on it, the caravans who come to worship the mountain can ignore the existence of these little ghosts, and no one can please them, but no one wants to be unlucky, just give a little money, the meat is cut, do you still feel sorry for this bit of blood?

At this time, an old man with a well-dressed and calm temperament walked along the street, followed by a burly man with a burden on his shoulders, and the burden was covered with red cloth on both sides, so that he could not see what was inside.

The old man looked up at the flow of people on the mountainside and frowned slightly.

The samurai led by the Xie family was reminded by his companions, noticed the old man, and hurriedly greeted him, the old man's demeanor was leisurely, a few wisps of long beard floated on his chest, revealing the smell of fairy wind bones, the samurai led by the leader did not dare to be abrupt, and shouted: "What are you doing here?"

The old man looked over, smiled, and then said, "The old man's surname is Xue, and he is here to worship the mountain today." After speaking, he took out a stack of red cloth bags from his arms, took out one of them, handed it to the samurai at the head, and then distributed the red cloth bags to the other samurai, and said very casually: "It's just a little bit of a thing, don't dislike it, a few little brothers." ”

The samurai at the head casually put the red cloth bag in his pocket: "You go to the back of the line, don't blame us for being unreasonable, this is the rule set by the ancestors, no matter how light and heavy the courtesy is, all the guests come, always ......"

The samurai at the head didn't finish speaking, his companion pulled his arm hard behind him, he looked back unhappily, and saw his companion holding up a golden ticket with excitement on his face, his eyes swept over the golden ticket, and immediately froze, and the face value of the ticket turned out to be one hundred

"Boss?" the samurai with an excited face called out again.

The samurai at the head reacted, and he smiled at the old man and said, "Wait a minute." After saying that, he turned around, took out the red cloth bag from his pocket, and took out the golden ticket inside, which was indeed a hundred.

One hundred gold coins was nothing, but each of the dozen or so brothers present got it, and nearly two thousand gold coins were thrown out like this?

What's more, they are the lowest level warriors of the Xie family, they have no future in cultivation, and they are slightly higher than the servants, and they have been busy for the past few days, and they have reached the top of the sky when they get thirty or forty gold coins, and everyone has made a lot of money at this time.

"Little brother, let's discuss. The old man took out a red cloth bag and handed it over: "Can you find a steward to report it......?" I can't explain it after I go back. ”

"Shangjing Xue?" the samurai led by him snorted.

At this time, a samurai couldn't help it and shouted, "Wait a minute, we'll go and report to you right away." After saying that, he looked at the leader of the samurai with complaining eyes, as if to say, can such a distinguished guest be neglected?

"What else do you want to report?" the leader of the samurai suddenly shouted, and then bowed to the old man: "Please, we will show you the way." ”

The warriors of the Xie family didn't care about maintaining order, and escorted the old man towards the mountain gate, and kept drinking along the way to order the waiting caravans to get out of the way. On the one hand, because everyone has received a lot of income and is willing to contribute this effort, on the other hand, it is also understood that if the captain can be scared like this, the Shangjing Xue family must be a great family

The harassed caravans were naturally very dissatisfied, but no one dared to complain, just watched silently.

When approaching the mountain gate, the burly man carrying the burden staggered under his feet, and the red cloth covered by the burden behind him fell to the ground, and a crystal box was exposed in front of everyone, and the crystal box was covered with turquoise grass under the crystal box, and it was full of silver-white beads.

The caravan saw more than a dozen Xie family warriors escorting them personally, and they knew that it must be an extremely valuable gift, and they had been talking to each other for a long time, and they found that the red cloth had fallen, and a pair of eyes were trying to look this way.

The old man looked a little panicked, hurriedly picked up the red cloth on the ground, put it on his burden again, and scolded the big man a few words.

The Xie family's reaction was still very fast, and when they heard that it was someone from the Xue family in Shangjing who sent a heavy gift, they immediately sent a steward to contact them.

Welcoming the old man into the guest hall, the steward of the Xie family bowed very politely: "My name is Xie Longting, and I am the chief steward of Qianshanmen, so you can always call me Xiao Xie." ”

"Thank you, don't be polite, there will be a lot of things to deal with in the future. The old man smiled and said: "The old man's surname is Xue, his name is Xue Yingjun, he is the eldest follower of the third young master, and he came to worship the mountain this time, and he asked the Xie family for help if he had something important." ”

"The reputation of the Xue family in Shangjing, my Xie family has been famous for a long time. Xie Longting hurriedly said: "If there is anything, you can just say it." After speaking, Xie Longting's eyes fell on the burden, and he was very curious about what kind of gift the Xue family would give.

The old man named Xue Yingjun smiled and took out a small box from his burden, as well as a crystal box, put it on the table, and then handed over the small box first: "This is the third young master's offering and hand-prepared lark pill." ”

Xie Longting took the box, his expression moved, he was offended, left his seat and walked to the back hall, and asked a warrior, "Is Pharmacist Hao still there?"

"Yes. The warrior replied.

"This is the lark pill, you let Pharmacist Hao take a look. Xie Longting said in a low voice: "Then come back and tell me." ”