If the Great Zhou Dynasty was a big circle, then Shuntian Mansion was the middle circle in the big circle, but there were countless small circles in this middle circle.

The court officials have circles, the nobles have circles, the gangsters have circles, the beggars have circles, and the secret medicine sells their own circles. Therefore, Miss Hua has always believed that the things that are inaccessible in the yamen may be well known in a certain circle.

This is the case with "Immortal Pill".

Old Pan said to Shi Yi with disdain, "It's not me that the most moral person in this circle is me. Needless to say, Hu Laosai, let's just talk about blind Wang Er. If I want to steal his business, I robbed him eight hundred years ago. I just don't want to do that. People must have ideals in their lifetime. My ideal is to sell drugs. Look, no matter how much money Wang Er makes, I am not jealous. I sell what I like. What about him? That is, he has no wife. If he has a wife, he may even sell his wife's bellyband."

Shi Yi expressed doubts and said, "I heard that Wang Er blind man has his own special source of goods. He can enter all the goods that others cannot enter, such as the immortal elixir of immortality. Several old men in the capital are picking up goods from him."

"Bah! You are not bad, you are just unsavory. Oh, you have seen too little world. Don't you look at where Xishi Street is, it is a place for beheading. Which old man would go there to buy fairy pills, isn't it unlucky? Don't listen to the bragging of blind Wang Er. What he sells is also called fairy pills? Isn't it just the things made by the two fake Taoist priests in Xiaomi Village? To put it nicely, it's elixirs, but it's elixirs, but it's fake pills. If you don't want to eat, it's elixirs, but you won't live for a hundred years, bah!"

When he said this, Old Pan spat heavily.

Shi Yi didn't give up and asked, "Don't underestimate the fake Taoist priests in Xiaomizhuang. No matter whether their pills are true or false, they are the only ones, not to mention the capital, I'm afraid the entire Zhou Dynasty is also the only ones, and rare things are precious."

"You guy knows nothing, I'll tell you, those two fake Taoist priests are the only ones. The Zhenlong Pavilion is a good thing, but it's expensive and most people can't afford it, so they are not famous. It's just that blind Wang Er made money with shamelessness." Old Pantou said.

"Zhenlong Pavilion? You've been drinking too much. Who doesn't know that Zhenlong Pavilion is a gambling house?" Shi Yi laughed.

It would be fine if he didn't laugh, but this smile made Old Man Pan angry. Old Man Pan slapped the table and shouted: "I haven't drunk too much. The goods in Zhenlong Pavilion belong to Mr. Wuyou. When it comes to refining elixirs, who can compare with Mr. Wuyou?"

"Who is Mr. Wuyou?" Shi Yi was so excited that he was as if he was hit by a deer. He forced himself to jump up, "I heard that this name doesn't look like a mortal."

"You are not a mortal. How could you, who used to refine immortal pills? If you were a mortal, you could refine real immortal pills, why didn't Xu Fu go back then? Xu Fu was rich and someone, so he just caught a few fake Taoist priests like Xiaomi Zhuang and came back to refine elixirs for the First Emperor? It was because Xu Fu was a smart person. He knew that it was true or false, so he would rather leave it than offer fake elixirs to the First Emperor." Old Man Pan said so much that he flew out, and Shi Yi suspected that all the wine he drank was sprayed out along the spit.

"I heard you always say this, may you have never met Mr. Wuyou? This is strange. Since you have never seen him, why did you believe that he is not a mortal?" Shi Yi asked again.

"Oh," Old Pan poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and said, "I'll tell you, one time I went outside the city to get goods, drank a few more cups, and missed the time when the city gate was closed, and I slept on the side of the road in a daze. It was the coldest day of the year. I was frozen to death. When I woke up, I found myself lying in a dilapidated temple. The dilapidated temple was airtight, but I was warm all over. A little beggar told me that when he found me, I was dead. Just as a young man passed by, he took out a fairy pill for me to eat, and asked the little beggar to find a place for me to lie flat, so that I would not disturb me. He also gave the little beggar a tael of silver and a pill, and asked the little beggar to take the pill when I was in heat. The little beggar did as he did, and I came alive."

Speaking of this, Old Pan Touzhen and Guizhi took a jade gourd from his neck and gave it to Shi Yi to show.

Shi Yi took it and saw that there was a plug on the jade gourd, which was hollow inside. It turned out to be a small and exquisite medicine bottle.

The jade gourd is engraved with two words "Wuyou".

"At that time, I knew about selling elixirs in Zhenlong Pavilion. You don't know about this, but we all know about this industry. I have heard of the name of Mr. Wuyou, and I thought it was a pretentious mystery, but my old life is here, so it is not a pretentious mystery, it is true."

Shi Yi told Hua Jingyao what he learned from Lao Pan. Hua Jingyao was silent for a moment and said to Shi Yi: "Is the incident where Lao Pan almost froze to death happened last winter?"

Shi Yi nodded: "It should be last winter."

Hua Jingyao smiled slightly and asked again: "Old Pantou sells drugs. Who are his customers? There are all the prescriptions of Zuixiantao, so there is no need to buy them for him."

Shi Yi said: "The girl is right. Most of the people who pick flowers will prescribe medicines by themselves. Lao Pantou can always do this business because most of his customers are regular customers. Among these people are noble ladies from the back house and second-generation ancestors of wealthy families. In short, few of them are rising little people. Lao Pantou is able to live a good life every few days because of his strict words."

Hua Jingyao burst out laughing. The person who said Mr. Wuyou was of course strict with her mouth after drinking a few cups of yellow soup. Otherwise, there were so many drunkards on the street, why did Mr. Wuyou save him only?

I just want him to do publicity. Word-of-mouth publicity among peers is the most useful because it is targeted at those who love to buy secret medicines.

Otherwise, if you tell Shen Xiao that there is a god who can refine elixirs, Shen Xiao will definitely cover his nose and say that you have bad breath.

But if you talk about Gong Liu, Gong Liu might ask you what it means.

People are different. If you find a hundred people to talk to, but they don’t like to listen, it’s better to just look for the person you like to listen to.

After sending Shi Yi away, Hua Jingyao stood alone in front of the window. Who is Mr. Wuyou? Could it be Nie Zhengqi himself?

Xiangzhu had met Mr. Wuyou, but she didn't know him.

At this time, the eldest maid Ziwei came in and said to Hua Jingyao: "Girl, there is a bead on your east bead flower. I asked me to ask a few silver houses, but there were no such good beads. You see, why don't you send them to the silver workshop to re-invent them."

Speaking of jewelry, Hua Jingyao is not as good as Ziwei, and she said, "You can do it."
Chapter completed!