After returning to the sect from Pingyang Market, Xu Changshou continued to protect several people, while protecting them and practicing. At the same time, Xu Changshou paid close attention to the identity token of the Xiuxian Guild, and even hung the identity token on his waist, waiting for the news of the Xiuxian Guild. After waiting for ten days, there was no movement. Xu Changshou couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "It seems that the thousand-year-old spiritual wood is really hard to buy." A month later. Beep beep beep-- The Xiuxian Guild token on his waist suddenly vibrated. Xu Changshou hurriedly scanned it with his spiritual sense, and a piece of information flooded into his mind: Dear fellow Taoist Xu Changshou, you have a package that is being shipped from Mojia Market. It is expected to arrive at Pingyang Market in seven days. Please pick up the package in Pingyang Market in seven days. "Got it." Xu Changshou smiled.
Although those who have thousand-year-old spiritual wood generally don't sell it, the price he gave is not low. In case he meets a Taoist who is in urgent need of money, it is normal to sell the thousand-year-old spiritual wood. Soon, seven days passed, and the token of the Xiuxian Guild sent another message, reminding him that the package had arrived. "Xiaohei, let's go!" Xu Changshou jumped on Xiaohei's back, and Xiaohei flew into the air, carrying him to Pingyang Market. When Xu Changshou stepped into the Xiuxian Guild, Wu Xin was looking at him strangely. "Junior Sister Wu, has my package arrived?" Xu Changshou asked with a smile. Wu Xin's face was bitter: "Brother Xu, it has arrived, but there are too many, I'm afraid..." Wu Xin meant that there were a lot of thousand-year-old spiritual woods, and he was afraid that Xu Changshou didn't have enough money. Xu Changshou smiled when he heard it: "How much?" "One thousand two hundred catties." "Really? So many, good, good, great." Xu Changshou was overjoyed. One catty of thousand-year-old spiritual wood can produce ten spiritual talismans, and one thousand two hundred catties is twelve thousand spiritual talismans. The ancestor's annual task only requires six hundred pieces, which is enough for him to complete twenty years of tasks. Wu Xin said, "Brother Xu, we have communicated with the employer over there. You can keep this 1,200 kilograms of thousand-year-old spiritual wood as you like. If you can't use it all, you can return it. The postage of the package will be borne by the employer over there." Xu Changshou waved his hand and said generously, "No need to return it, I want it all." "You really want it all!" Wu Xin was shocked when he heard it. One kilogram is 75 spiritual stones, 1,200 kilograms is 90,000 spiritual stones, plus one-tenth of the commission, it is 99,000 spiritual stones, and a thousand spiritual stones short of 100,000.
One hundred thousand spiritual stones, what is the concept. In Wu Xin's impression, except for those super second-generation immortals, he has never heard of any foundation-building cultivator who can take out 100,000 spiritual stones. Wu Xin's monthly salary is 500 yuan, and 100,000 spiritual stones are almost equivalent to her monthly salary for 20 years. What's more, her monthly salary is still relatively high. Ordinary foundation-building cultivators only have 200 to 300 spiritual stones per month, and they can't take out 100,000 spiritual stones at once. "Of course, I want them all. Where is the package? Let me see." "Oh, OK." Wu Xin turned around, took out a storage bag, and handed it to Xu Changshou. Xu Changshou scanned it with his spiritual sense and found that there was a section of tree trunk in the storage bag. The cross section of one end of the tree trunk was new, obviously just sawed. In other words, the person who sent it to him must have a thousand-year-old spiritual wood in his hand. Selling these to Xu Changshou may be urgent for money, and just need 90,000 spiritual stones for emergency. "This is a thousand-year-old crown wood." Xu Changshou took a look and recognized the species of this thousand-year-old spiritual wood. Crown wood, the tree crown resembles a crown, hence the name, this is just a more common thousand-year-old spiritual wood. "How much is it in total?" Xu Changshou looked at Wu Xin and asked with a smile. Wu Xin calculated and said, "The employer's commission is 90,000 spiritual stones, and the union will take one-tenth of it, which is 9,000 spiritual stones, a total of 99,000." "Yeah!" Xu Changshou nodded expressionlessly, put away the thousand-year-old spiritual wood, and began to sort out the spiritual stones. At the same time, Xu Changshou secretly cursed the Xiuxian Union for being ruthless. They just provided information and transportation, and took away 9,000 spiritual stones. This money was too easy to make. There was no way, knowing that he was being cheated, Xu Changshou could only admit it. If there was no Xiuxian Union, he would not be able to get so many thousand-year-old spiritual woods in such a short time. "Brother Xu, are the tasks still pending?" Wu Xin asked. "No need." Xu Changshou shook his head. These thousand-year-old spiritual woods were enough for his twenty years of tasks. In the short term, he didn't have to worry about the thousand-year-old spiritual woods. Wu Xin said: "If the task is not failed, the deposit of one thousand yuan will be returned to you, and you only need to pay another ninety-eight thousand yuan." "Okay,"
Soon, Xu Changshou sorted out the ninety-eight thousand spiritual stones and handed the storage bag to Wu Xin. "Not bad, just right." Wu Xin scanned it with her spiritual sense, and then smiled sweetly. "Junior Sister Wu, I have to go, goodbye." "Wait, Senior Brother Xu, I'll see you off." Wu Xin trotted out from behind the counter and sent Xu Changshou to the door of the union. At the door, Xu Changshou patted the spiritual storage bag and let Xiao Hei out. Seeing the majestic Xiao Hei, Wu Xin's eyes lit up: "Senior Brother Xu, is this your demon pet?" "Not bad." Xu Changshou smiled and nodded: "His name is Xiao Hei." "Hello, Xiao Hei." Wu Xin smiled and greeted, and Xiao Hei was quite polite and nodded at her. "Junior Sister Wu, you go back, I have to go." Xu Changshou was about to jump onto Xiao Hei's back, but Wu Xin grabbed his hand. She bit her lip and said shyly: "Senior Brother Xu, do you have a Taoist partner? If not, I..." "Sorry." Xu Changshou hurriedly pushed Wu Xin's hand away and said: "Junior Sister Wu, I appreciate your kindness. I have a Taoist partner." "Oh!" Wu Xin looked flustered and lowered her head a little embarrassedly. "Uh, well, Junior Sister Wu, I should go. Goodbye." "Senior Brother Xu, take care." Xiao Hei took off into the air and quickly disappeared into the sky with Xu Changshou, leaving only Wu Xin's somewhat lonely figure. At this time, Wu Xin had a feeling for Xu Changshou. Of course, this feeling was not the kind of love between a man and a woman, but that Xu Changshou was richer and worthy of trust. Return to his own courtyard. Xu Changshou took out his flying sword and cut the trunk of the thousand-year-old crown tree into pieces of wood. If Bai Tongyuan saw this scene, he would definitely call him a prodigal son. After finishing the broken wood, Xu Changshou took out the bronze mortar, called Xiao Jin out again, and taught Xiao Jin how to crush the wood. It is a physical job to crush the broken wood into sawdust. Xiao Jin is strong and very suitable for this job.
Xiao Jin learned very quickly and learned it in half a day. Then, Xiao Jin began to crush the wood desperately, working very hard and very efficiently. It only took half a month to crush all the broken wood into sawdust. One day, Xu Changshou opened his eyes and saw Xiao Jin playing with the bronze pestle in the yard, doing it in a very good way. "Huh?" Xu Changshou was stunned, touched his chin, and thought: Should I refine a flying sword for Xiao Jin?