Chapter 937 Huang Fugui, a rag picker

After a cup of tea, Wang Mingren appeared in a quiet courtyard. Ximen Feng had been waiting for a long time.

"How's it going? Wang Lang, is she willing to accept it?"

Ximen Feng said nervously, no matter what, Chen Xiang'er is Wang Mingren's official wife after all, and her background is more powerful than Ximen Feng. If she doesn't want to, Wang Mingren really has nothing to do.

Wang Mingren sighed softly and said: "She tore up the divorce letter. I don't care about her. I'm sorry for him. I'll admit it if he wants to be beaten or punished. I made a mistake once before, Feng'er, I won't make a mistake again." , it’s just a pain for you, she may spread rumors everywhere, saying that you are seducing married women and are a vixen.”

"It doesn't matter, we owe it to her, as long as she is happy."

Ximen Feng knew very well what it felt like to lose the love of her life, and her heart was as sharp as a knife. She had already taken away Wang Mingren. If Chen Xiang'er was angry, she could say whatever she wanted.

Wang Mingren hugged Ximen Feng and said: "Feng'er, come with me back to the Eastern Wilderness! I will take you to meet my people, and then I will marry you gloriously. I hope to win the heart of the same person and we will never be apart until we grow old." "

Ximen Feng nodded and leaned into Wang Mingren's arms, with a happy smile on his face.

A rapid scream sounded. Wang Mingren took out a red jade plate and inserted a magic formula. A line of small words appeared on it: "Old ancestor, the nine uncles and nine aunts gave birth to babies at the same time. God bless our Wang family."

Wang Mingren's eyes lit up and his expression became excited.

"Wang Lang, what's wrong? Is there any happy event?"

"Chang Sheng and Ru Yan have a baby. They actually had a baby at the same time, haha."

Wang Mingren's expression became very excited. Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan advanced to the Nascent Soul stage. With two Nascent Soul monks as their backers, Wang Mingren was not afraid even if Chen Haibin advanced to the Nascent Soul stage.

It is true that he has greatly helped the family over the years. Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan have a baby, and Wang Mingren is more confident.

"Your nephew and his niece-in-law have a baby?"

Ximen Feng was slightly stunned. She had heard Wang Mingren talk about Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan, but she didn't expect them to have babies at the same time.

Before that, she was a little worried. Chen Haibin's status was not low. Now that Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan had a baby, she breathed a sigh of relief. In this way, no one could separate them anymore.

"Since they have a baby, we need to buy two big gifts."

Wang Mingren smiled and nodded, saying: "This is natural, let's go shopping for gifts together!"

After leaving their residence, they went straight to Wanbao Tower.

Wanbaolou is the largest store in Huoyafang City. The prices are expensive and the quality of the goods is not good.

Not long after, they appeared at the door of a nine-story blue pavilion, with three large golden characters "Wanbao Tower" engraved on the silver plaque.

Standing at the door, they could see that the hall of Wanbao Tower was very lively and crowded with immortal cultivators.

A short, fat old man in yellow robes walked out, his pockmarked face full of smiles.

"Hey, Huang Fugui!"

Wang Mingren let out a light sigh and said with some surprise.

Speaking of which, the last time he saw Huang Fugui was more than ten years ago. At that time, Huang Fugui was only at the seventh level of Dan formation. Now Huang Fugui has advanced to the eighth level of Dan formation.

Over the years, Huang Fugui has gained quite a reputation in Northern Xinjiang, either a good reputation or a bad reputation.

Huang Fugui has already reached the eighth level of alchemy, and he still doesn't dare to hunt for third-level monsters. He only looks for second-level monsters, or he just stands up for small forces, solves some minor troubles, and charges expensive fees. This guy is as timid as a mouse. , because of a trivial matter, he had a dispute with a monk from a sect with a third level of alchemy. The two met in the wilderness. Huang Fugui ran away and was called a laughing stock by his fellow practitioners.

When Huang Fugui saw Wang Mingren, his eyes lit up and he said enthusiastically: "Friend Wang, long time no see. Are you free? I would like to treat you to tea."

"Sorry, we don't have time."

Wang Mingren shook his head and declined politely.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I have obtained an auxiliary spiritual skill. I wonder if you are interested in it. The price is negotiable."

Huang Fugui said via voice transmission, his tone full of temptation.

"Auxiliary spiritual arts?"

Wang Mingren was a little tempted. Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan had a baby. He was worried that he didn't have any good gifts. It would be good if he could get an auxiliary spiritual skill!

"Okay, Fellow Daoist Huang, please lead the way!"

After a cup of tea, the three of them appeared in the private room of a teahouse.

Huang Fugui took out two jade slips, handed them to Wang Mingren and Ximen Feng, and said: "This is the refining method of the spiritual art of emptiness and silence and the flying magic weapon, the Green Lotus Throne. These two things were made by ancient monks." When it arrives, the goods are genuine, so you two fellow Taoists can rest assured."

Wang Mingren carefully checked the contents of the two jade slips, nodded, and asked: "Fellow Daoist Huang, are these two originals? You haven't copied them, right?"

"Of course I have not copied it, but I cannot guarantee that this is the only copy."

Huang Fugui said vaguely, his face did not turn red when he told lies, and his heart did not beat.

He has sold dozens of copies of these two items, and the stronger forces have sold one copy. There is nothing wrong with the items, but they are not unique copies.

Even if other forces knew it was not the only copy, they would still buy it.

Wang Mingren frowned, how could he not see that Huang Fugui was lying, but as long as there was nothing wrong with the thing, the refining method of the flying magic weapon was just that, the Kongji Escape Spiritual Technique could hide the body, and there was no exotic treasure or special magical power. It is difficult for monks of the same level to discover it. It is a good auxiliary spiritual skill. Anyway, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan are active in the South China Sea, so it doesn't matter even if it is not the only one.

"What do you think of this number?"

Wang Mingren took out a cyan storage bead and handed it to Huang Fugui.

Huang Fugui's consciousness swept away and he nodded with satisfaction, biting off more than he could chew. He had already sold dozens of copies, so it didn't matter if Wang Mingren offered a lower price.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I have got some third-level spiritual honey in my hands. The female monk can take it to nourish her beauty. If this fairy takes it, she will definitely become more beautiful."

Huang Fugui took out a jar of honey and said with a smile.

Wang Mingren glanced at Ximen Feng, nodded, and paid for it.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I still have some..."

After a cup of tea, Wang Mingren and Ximen Feng walked out of the teahouse.

"This fellow Daoist Huang is truly worthy of his reputation. He collects all kinds of rags, including a fragment of a magic weapon, which he claims to have been used by the Puppet Emperor."

Ximen Feng chuckled and said that Huang Fugui was selling goods to them. He was like a picker of rags. There were fragments of magic weapons, broken limbs of puppet beasts, broken flag arrays, and even the close-fitting bellybands worn by female monks. There were all kinds of things. The number was beyond the imagination of Wang Mingren and Ximen Feng.

Wang Mingren smiled and said: "This guy is famous for his thick skin. I don't know how many low-level monks have been deceived. Let's not talk about him. Let's go shopping!"

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Eastern Wasteland, Black Eagle Mountains.

In the meeting hall, Wang Qingjun and a group of clan elders gathered together.

They had received the news that Wang Changsheng had given birth to a baby, and everyone was very excited.

Wang Qingjun is now on the second level of pill formation and has mastered a spiritual technique. According to Wang Changsheng's order, he will take a group of family members to the South China Sea to participate in the baby-making ceremony.

"Youshan, I leave the family to you. We have to rush to Nanhai to attend the birth ceremony of the Ninth Uncle and Ninth Aunt."

Wang Qingjun ordered, looking a little excited.

"Yes, great-uncle."

Wang Youshan agreed wholeheartedly, and the family had the Yuanying monk as their backer. The day when they returned to Qinglian Villa was not far away.