amaotonovel Chapter 287 Crown Wood
Chapter 287 Crown Wood
After returning to the sect from Pingyang Market, Xu Changshou continued to protect several people while practicing.
At the same time, Xu Changshou paid close attention to the identity token of the Xiuxian Guild, and even hung the identity token around his waist, waiting for news from the Xiuxian Guild.
I waited for ten days, but there was no movement.
Xu Changshou couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "It seems that thousand-year-old spiritual wood is really hard to buy."
A month later.
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 Taoist friend 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 at Pingyang Market in seven days.
"There is."
Xu Changshou smiled.
Although people who have thousand-year-old spiritual wood generally don't sell it, the price he offered is not low. If he meets a fellow Taoist who is in urgent need of money, it is normal to sell the thousand-year-old spiritual wood.
Soon, seven days passed, and another message came from the token of the Xiuxian Guild, reminding him that the package had arrived.
"Xiao Hei, go!"
Xu Changshou jumped onto Xiao Hei's back, and Xiao Hei took off into the air, carrying him towards Pingyang Market.
When Xu Changshou stepped into the Immortal Cultivation Union, Wu Xin was looking at him strangely.
"Junior Sister Wu, has my package arrived?" Xu Changshou asked with a smile.
Wu Xin's face turned bitter: "Brother Xu, it's here, but there are too many. I'm afraid..."
What Wu Xin meant was that there were a lot of thousand-year-old spiritual wood, and he was worried that Xu Changshou didn't have enough money.
Xu Changshou smiled when he heard this: "How many are there?"
"One thousand two hundred pounds."
"Really? That's a lot. Good, good, that's great."
Xu Changshou was overjoyed.
One pound of thousand-year-old spiritual wood can produce ten talismans, and twelve hundred pounds can produce twelve thousand talismans.
The ancestor's annual task is only 600, which is enough for him to complete tasks for 20 years.
Wu Xin said, "Brother Xu, we've discussed this 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 for the package will be borne by the employer over there."
Xu Changshou waved his hand and said generously: "No need to give up, I want them all."
"You really want them all!"
Wu Xin was shocked when he heard this.
One jin weighs seventy-five spirit stones, so one thousand two hundred jin is ninety thousand spirit stones. Add one tenth of the commission, and it is ninety-nine thousand spirit stones. The difference of one thousand spirit stones is one hundred thousand.
What does one hundred thousand spirit stones mean?
In Wu Xin's impression, except for those super second-generation immortals, he has never heard of any foundation-building cultivator who can come up with 100,000 spirit stones.
Wu Xin's monthly salary is 500 yuan, or 100,000 spirit stones, which is almost equivalent to her monthly salary for twenty years.
Besides, her monthly salary is relatively high.
An ordinary foundation-building cultivator only gets two to three hundred spirit stones per month, and it is impossible for them to come up with one hundred thousand spirit stones at once even if they were beaten to death.
"Of course, I want all of it. Where is the package? Let me see it."
"Oh, good."
Wu Xin then turned around, took out a storage bag and handed it to Xu Changshou.
Xu Changshou scanned with his spiritual sense and found a piece of tree trunk in the storage bag. The cross-section of one end of the tree trunk was new, obviously it had just been sawed open.
In other words, the person who delivered the goods to him must have some thousand-year-old spiritual wood in his hands.
He sold these to Xu Changshou because he needed money urgently and just happened to need 90,000 spirit stones for emergency.
"This is the thousand-year-old crown wood."
Xu Changshou took a look and recognized the species of this thousand-year-old spiritual tree.
The crown wood gets its name from the fact that its crown resembles a crown. It is just a relatively common thousand-year-old spiritual wood.
"how much is the total?"
Xu Changshou looked at Wu Xin and asked with a smile.
Wu Xin calculated and said, "The employer's commission is 90,000 spirit stones, and the union will take one-tenth of it, which is 9,000 spirit stones, a total of 99,000."
"Ok!"
Xu Changshou nodded expressionlessly, put away the thousand-year-old spiritual wood, and began to organize the spiritual stones.
At the same time, Xu Changshou secretly cursed the Xiuxian Guild for being so cruel.
They just provided information and transportation, and they took away 9,000 spirit stones. It was too easy to make money.
There was no way out. Knowing that he was being hacked, Xu Changshou could only accept the defeat.
If there were no Immortal Cultivation Association, he would not have been able to obtain so many thousand-year-old spiritual trees in such a short time.
"Senior Brother Xu, is the mission still pending?" Wu Xin asked.
"no need."
Xu Changshou shook his head. These thousand-year-old spiritual trees were enough for him to complete his tasks for twenty years. He didn't need to worry about them in the short term.
Wu Xin said, "If you don't fail the mission, the 1,000 yuan deposit will be returned to you, and you only need to pay another 98,000 yuan."
"OK,"
Soon, Xu Changshou sorted out the 98,000 spirit stones and handed the storage bag to Wu Xin.
"Yes, just right."
Wu Xin scanned it with her spiritual sense and then smiled sweetly.
"Junior Sister Wu, I have to go now. 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.
When they reached the door, Xu Changshou patted the spirit storage bag and let Xiao Hei out.
Seeing the majestic Xiao Hei, Wu Xin's eyes lit up: "Brother Xu, is this your demon pet?"
"That's right." Xu Changshou smiled and nodded: "His name is Xiao Hei."
"Hello, Xiao Hei."
Wu Xin greeted him with a smile, and Xiao Hei was very polite and nodded at her.
"Junior Sister Wu, please go back. I have to leave now."
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..."
"Feel sorry."
Xu Changshou hurriedly pushed Wu Xin's hand away and said, "I appreciate your kindness, Junior Sister Wu. I have a Taoist partner."
"Oh!"
Wu Xin looked flustered and lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly.
"Um, well, Junior Sister Wu, I have to go now. Goodbye."
"Brother Xu, take care."
Xiao Hei took off into the air, carrying Xu Changshou and quickly disappeared into the sky, leaving only Wu Xin's somewhat lonely figure.
At this time, Wu Xin had a strong feeling for Xu Changshou.
Of course, this feeling was not the kind of love between men and women, but rather that Xu Changshou was relatively wealthy and worthy of trust.
Return to your own courtyard.
Xu Changshou took out his flying sword and chopped 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 breaking the wood pieces, Xu Changshou took out the bronze mortar, called Xiao Jin out again, and taught him how to break the wood pieces step by step.
Crushing wood chips into sawdust is a physical job, and Xiao Jin is very strong and is very suitable for this job.
Xiao Jin learned very quickly and mastered it in half a day.
Then, Xiao Jin began to smash the wood blocks desperately, working very hard and very efficiently.
It only took half a month to crush all the wood chips into sawdust.
One day, Xu Changshou opened his eyes and saw Xiao Jin playing with the bronze pestle in the yard, performing every move very well.
"Ok?"
Xu Changshou was stunned, touched his chin, and thought: Should I refine a flying sword for Xiao Jin?