Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 30 Fubao (thanks to Baozi in the world of mortals for the monthly ticket, Taibai 7 and Yu Fou for their rewards)

"Ahem, what's up, little friend, have you thought about it clearly?"

Seeing that Xue Leng was lost in thought, the middle-aged Confucian scholar coughed lightly twice, and reminded him with a smile.

"It's the first time for this junior to touch a spiritual weapon, and he was a little shocked for a while, which made the senior laugh.

Boldly ask the last question, are you still a master craftsman? "

Xue Leng quickly came back to his senses, shrugged his shoulders with a sneer, and immediately turned his eyes to look at the middle-aged Confucian scholar across the table in a daze.

"Hehe, before Song joined the True Spirit Sect, he was a cultivator of the Five Spirits Sect.

Xiaoyou's surname is Xue, but he is a disciple of the Xue family in North Autumn Valley? "

"It doesn't seem quite right. The Xue family is a vassal family of Wulingmen, and it is impossible to join Tianfu Pavilion..."

Just in the middle of speaking, the middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly paused, his brows were slightly frowned, and there was a look of doubt in his eyes.

"Predecessors are wise, this disciple is indeed a collateral clan member of the Xue family."

"However, for the alchemy, utensils, talismans, and formations in the four arts of cultivating immortals, the juniors only have some talents in the way of talismans, so they chose to worship in the Tianfu Pavilion."

Xue Leng's heart trembled when he heard the words, and he didn't know the relationship between the other party and the Xue family, but judging from the tone of his voice, there should be no hatred.

After a little thought, he still honestly told his life experience.

After finishing speaking, he secretly glanced at the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and he was slightly relieved when he saw that the other party had no strange reaction.

"That said, it makes sense."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar replied indifferently, as if he didn't care about this matter.

"Oh, by the way, I have a residual talisman here, do you know it?"

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged Confucian scholar took out a dull silver talisman from the drawer under the table.

I don't know what material this talisman is made of, but Xue Leng can feel the sharp and cold light emanating from it across half a table.

"This, could it be a talisman?"

Although he has never used the talisman, he has observed it several times at close range, so he has some sharp eyesight.

Therefore, the moment the middle-aged Confucian scholar took out the silver talisman, Xue Leng had a judgment in his mind.

But just to be on the safe side, I still asked a question cautiously.

After all, there are many strange things in the world of cultivating immortals, so maybe this thing is similar to a treasure?

"Little friend, your eyesight is good, this talisman is made from the magic weapon of flying escape, the flying shuttle, but the spiritual power in the talisman is almost exhausted, and it is close to the limit of usage.

However, due to the special material used to make the talisman, the spiritual power of this talisman is inexhaustible. I wonder if my friend has a remedy? "

Seeing Xue Leng's reaction, the middle-aged Confucian scholar straightened his face, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, he straightened up straight away, and said slowly.

"Senior, as a member of the last sect, he should have known quite a few talisman masters..." Xue Leng's Adam's apple twitched twice, and he couldn't help hesitating.

"Hey, this Breaking Space Shuttle Talisman was obtained today.

Speaking of which, today's fortune is not bad, and I met two valuable treasures in a row. "

Hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar laughed, as if he had picked up a big bargain.

"Although I really want to solve senior's worries and problems, I am afraid that the junior's attainments in the way of talisman are not enough.

In case the foundation of this talisman is damaged, how should I explain it to my seniors? "

Xue Leng refused without even thinking about it. Although his tone was rather disturbed, the meaning revealed in the words was absolutely absolute.

"Little friend, there is no need to worry, just do whatever you want.

Even if this talisman is destroyed, at worst, Lei Yunfan will be used to make up for it. Anyway, even if it is repaired, Xiaoyou won't be able to use it for a while. "

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was very confident, as if he was sure that Xue Leng would agree, and continued to speak regardless of Xue Leng's astonished face.

"If it is repaired, even if it can only be used once, Song will give it to you."

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged Confucian scholar took out another treasure talisman from the drawer.

This talisman showed a dark red color as a whole, and a nail-shaped magic weapon was loomingly depicted, which didn't look very powerful, and the seal pattern on the talisman body was also slightly dull.

Compared with the silver Breaking Shuttle Talisman Treasure, it is obviously inferior by more than a notch, no matter in terms of appearance or breath, it is far from it.

"Another talisman?"

Even so, Xue Leng's eyes fell directly on the newly-appeared talisman, and he murmured involuntarily.

"This talisman is called the Nail of Sangmen. Although the quality is average, it can still be used two or three times, which is enough to be used as a reward for my little friend."

Seeing Xue Leng's shocked appearance, the middle-aged Confucian scholar didn't take it seriously. Instead, he tapped his fingertips on the table and patiently explained.

"Um……"

Xue Leng suddenly felt a little embarrassed, he was still very jealous of Fu Bao.

Although middle-aged Confucian scholars gave mediocre evaluations of this funeral nail talisman, it was still a talisman after all.

Even if it can only be used two or three times, its value will not be lower than that of Lei Yunfan whose power has been greatly reduced.

His gaze fluctuated between Lei Yunfan and the two talisman treasures.

Xue Leng even wondered if the other party already had Lei Yunjing, and could restore Lei Yunfan at any time.

Otherwise, why would you use a talisman as reward so generously to tempt yourself?
Moreover, looking at the appearance of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, it seems that he has decided that he will agree.

Thinking of this, Xue Leng couldn't help but worry about gains and losses.

If it can be repaired, then the death nail can be included in the bag. If it fails, it is only a loss of two thousand spirit stones...

After a few breaths, Xue Leng resolutely made up his mind, Xiu!

In the past year, I have drawn thousands of talismans, and my talisman-making attainments are not low.

If you fail, you have nothing to lose.

In case this talisman is damaged, it would be a big deal to give Lei Yunfan to the other party. It is not unacceptable to spend two thousand spirit stones to recognize a true biography of the Shangzong.

"Little friend, have you thought about it clearly?"

Seeing Xue Leng's eyes flickering and changing, and at the same time gradually becoming firmer, the middle-aged Confucian scholar secretly said "yes", and asked with a smile.

"Senior, after thinking about it for a long time, this junior decided to give it a try!" Xue Leng's eyes were extremely firm.

Seeing his promise, Confucian scholar suddenly stood up, clapped his hands and laughed loudly:

"Haha, please."

Immediately, he gently pushed the silver-colored Space Shuttle Talisman forward.

"call."

Reaching out his hand, he took the silver talisman to his eyes, and after looking at it carefully for a long time, Xue Leng took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.

After he calmed down completely, he took out a light golden exquisite talisman pen from the storage bag.

In this case, it is natural that the ghost can't be taken out. If the other party sees the money and wants to covet this treasure, how can he have a life?

Although Gui Zhu's arm was missing, this golden talisman pen was not bad. It took him nearly two hundred spirit stones to get it.

"Hey, I dare to ask seniors, can this talisman be made from the hide of the seventh-level monster silver light shark?"

Xue Leng pinched the silver talisman vigorously, but he didn't move it for a while, and then secretly added seven points of strength.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he exerted his strength, dense tingling pain came from his fingertips. Under the pain, Xue Leng let go of his hand quickly, and looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar with a suspicious face.

"That's right, it's indeed made from the skin of the Silver Shark, can you be sure?"

Seeing that Xue Leng recognized the material of this talisman at a glance, the middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded slightly.

"Whether you are sure, the junior will know once he tries it, and the senior can rest assured."

After finishing speaking, Xue Leng picked up the talisman pen and carefully carved it on the silver talisman.

An hour later.

"scoff~"

A light silver aura poured out from the talisman. Xue Leng, who couldn't dodge in time, subconsciously raised his hands to cover his face.

"呵呵~" Several strands of hair snapped at the sound.

There were dozens of small openings on Xue Leng's body in an instant, and the Tianfu magic robe was destroyed, and several gaps appeared on his hands.

"Failed……"

Looking at the extremely dark silver talisman on the table, Xue Leng murmured in a daze, his face became uneasy.

"Hey, little friend, don't be discouraged, failure is inevitable, with this experience, maybe you will succeed next time?

In that case, according to the agreement, this Lei Yunfan is mine. "

The middle-aged Confucian scholar sighed, and symbolically comforted Xue Leng.

Then he took Lei Yunfan into his hands calmly, not only did he not feel the slightest loss in his eyes, but there was joy in his eyes.

"Even if you take it, senior, it's getting late, so this junior will leave first."

Xue Leng shook his head, tightly grasped the failed silver talisman, and cupped his hands in frustration.

"Little friend stay here."

Xue Leng just got up and was about to leave when he was stopped by a middle-aged Confucian scholar.

He subconsciously glanced at the silver talisman in his hand, a little nervous in his heart, raised his head slightly, and met the opponent's gaze without changing his face.

"Senior, do you have other orders?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar obviously didn't take the discarded silver talisman seriously, but held up the dilapidated Lei Yunfan and counted with burning eyes.

"Haha, little friend misunderstood, there is a way that a gentleman does not take what others like, I see that little friend seems to like Lei Yunfan very much.

How about this way, after Song repairs the sail, he will sell it to you at a price that is [-]% lower than the market price, how about it? "

"How many spirit stones do you need?"

Although Xue Leng felt weird, he still asked politely.

"It only takes two thousand spirit stones."

……

After about half a stick of incense, Xue Leng walked out of Jianbao Pavilion with a grim look on his face, and quickly left the night market.

He was speechless all the way, and when he found a good guest room, the depression on his face was swept away, and turned into bursts of ecstasy.

That's right, when I was in Jianbaozhai, the repair of the space-breaking shuttle talisman indeed failed.

But that was what he did on purpose, otherwise, how could he have kept the middle-aged Confucian student a secret.

Because the cortex of the silver shark is very special, even if the aura of the magic weapon in the talisman dissipates, there will still be a lot of spiritual power remaining in the talisman body.

If he used the Ghost Pen to match it with his own blood essence, he would be [-]% sure to repair it.

After the curfew in the middle of the night, the law enforcement team in the city began to patrol.

After confirming that no one was following him, Xue Leng excitedly took out the silver amulet from his pocket.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the ghost pen and began to draw with utmost seriousness.

"It's finally finished."

Looking at the light outside the window, Xue Leng, who had been busy all night, twisted his stiff neck and stretched out of shape.

"It is worthy of being a seventh-order monster comparable to the late Jindan stage. Just a small piece of skin can contain so much spiritual energy."

"It seems that this space shuttle can barely be used twice, and this time it really made a lot of money."

With Xue Leng's character, it was unavoidable that he was a little excited at this time, and carefully put away the talisman.

He walked to the window and looked at the people coming and going outside, but after a short time, Xue Leng felt his eyes a little dry.

Continuous high-intensity drawing of talismans is also a lot of wear and tear for him, especially mental exhaustion.

After raising his hand and rubbing his eyes, Xue Leng closed the window and door tightly, turned around and fell into a deep sleep on the bed.

I don't know how long it has been.

The noisy yelling came to Xue Leng's ears, it was indistinct and inaudible.

With a groan, he lifted the quilt covering his head and face, then opened his eyes, staring at the beam above in a daze.

"Is the night market about to start again? I didn't expect to sleep for so long..."

After a while, Xue Leng unhurriedly took off the celestial talisman robe and put on a new black black robe.

After affixing two hidden energy talismans to his bosom, after thinking about it, he took out another human skin mask and put it on.

Soon it was getting dark, Xue Leng walked out of the inn, and hurried back to the night market.

When he came to Xianyuan City this time, apart from looking for a breakthrough medicine, the most important thing was to dispose of the talismans accumulated in his hands.

Soon, Xue Leng came to the night market. Just like yesterday, the black shed was still buzzing with people.

After finding a place with less traffic, Xue Leng set up a wooden table in a dignified manner, and placed all kinds of talismans on it neatly.

Then, from the storage bag, he took out seven or eight middle and low-grade instruments and put them on.

Sure enough, after a while, several people came forward to inquire, but none of them bought it.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Xue Leng ushered in his first business.

"Fellow Daoist, how do you sell this talisman?"

"A low-level fireball talisman, one spirit stone, one middle-level fire dragon talisman, three spirit stones..."

……

Because I made an appointment with the middle-aged Confucian scholar, I will go to get the spiritual weapon three days later, and I will pay for it and deliver it.

So during this time, Xue Leng had nothing to do, so he kept setting up a stall in the city.

The disguises are also different every day, a thin middle-aged man in a black robe, a skinny man with a sinister face, a rude big man wearing a bamboo hat...

In just two days, more than 200 talismans were sold, and the magic weapon was sold out as early as the first day.

A total of more than 300 spirit stones have been credited to the account, which can be regarded as a small return of blood.

On the last day of the appointment, Xue Leng didn't go directly to the middle-aged Confucian scholar, but instead walked into a rather bright herbal medicine shop.

Qiyaoxuan

"Shopkeeper, is Master Tianku in the shop today?"

Hearing this, the obese monk behind the counter was taken aback for a moment, and after giving Xue Leng a strange look, he immediately said politely:

"It turned out to be Fellow Daoist Han. Today, I changed into a different outfit. I almost didn't recognize it."

"Master Tianku is upstairs, and the rotting corpse poison that fellow daoists need has already been prepared, please go upstairs quickly to have a look."

　It was first published and then revised. There are some flaws. I haven't had dinner yet. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)