I have 99 innate treasures

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  Qin Mu did not see the people of the Piaomiao Sect flying quickly over Guanhai City with their swords. He was looking at a bill that Uncle Cang handed to him.

There were exclamations on the street outside the bookstore.

However, when Qin Mu turned around to look, he could no longer see anything.

He could only focus on the thin bill in his hand. It recorded the revenue of Zhuangyuan Bookstore last month, which was only 27 taels.

After excluding the 25 guan rent that needs to be paid every month for the house and bookshop, I only made guan last month.

These two copper coins need to be taken into account Uncle Cang's monthly salary of 200 cash, as well as the salary of the cook and servants at home, a total of 200 cash.

Under the Dayu Dynasty, 1200 copper coins were consistent, and a consistent copper coin was one tael of silver.

Calculating this, he only earned 1 tael, 800 wen last month.

This little money can only guarantee that he will not starve to death.

If you want to eat something good, it is impossible to improve your food.

Looking at this pitiful profit, Qin Mu couldn't help but cover his face with his hands.

Seeing Qin Mu's appearance, Uncle Cang on the side couldn't help but explain: "My boss, our profit was low last month because we have almost sold out all the books. Now there are only scriptures left in the bookstore that no one cares about." .”

"If there are no new books to sell, I'm afraid I won't even be able to pay the rent next month."

After saying this, he sighed subconsciously, with a sad look on his face, thinking of his employer and his wife who died in an accident not long ago.

It was precisely because the books in the bookstore were almost sold out that they went to purchase them together. As a result, both husband and wife died.

Qin Mu had a headache after hearing this, but still nodded and said, "I will find a solution as soon as possible."

After that, he chatted with Uncle Cang for a few more words, then picked up the oil-paper umbrella and left.

On the way, when he passed by the building ship on the stone truss, he saw a simple-looking young man wearing a blue robe, standing on the deck and speaking indifferently to the man in front of him.

"Zhao Yuanjing, eliminated."

Qin Mu looked up, shook his head and left.

……

Late at night, in a room above the building;

Zhang Qianren used his spiritual consciousness to observe that all the disciples on the boat were meditating and practicing. He quickly opened his eyes and slowly released his left hand that had been clenched into a fist.

Under the dim candlelight, a golden hoop with patterns engraved on both ends and a section of black iron in the middle of an embroidery needle caught his eye.

"Ruyi Golden Cudgel..."

After murmuring in his heart, Zhang Qianren's old face showed a look of anxiety and excitement.

He was always cautious. After leading a group of disciples into the East China Sea during the day, he kept playing treasure hunting games with those disciples, and did not return to the 'Cloud Chuanzhou' until dark.

Naturally, those disciples found nothing and wasted many water-avoiding talismans and spent a day swimming in the East China Sea.

And while those disciples were not paying attention, he used the storage ring to collect a lot of metals at the bottom of the sea.

What excites him is that he will soon know whether this rare treasure, known as the 'innate treasure', is as described in the message. As long as the metal is swallowed, spirituality can be restored.

So is the anxiety.

He was worried that it was all fake.

After Zhang Qianren took several deep breaths, he took out a still-wet piece of iron stuck to shells and seaweed from the storage ring with trembling hands.

He didn't know how to make the Ruyi Golden Cudgel swallow the iron block, so he could only tentatively place the Ruyi Golden Cudgel the size of an embroidery needle on the iron block.

The next moment, this piece of iron, which was the size of a human head, slowly shrank visible to the naked eye in his surprised expression.

Not long after, his knees where he sat cross-legged were covered with seaweed and shells.

"It can actually swallow metal!"

Zhang Qianren's eyes widened for a moment, and he took out pieces of metal from the storage ring with excitement on his face.

At the same time, in the Qin Mansion;

Qin Mu, who had already fallen asleep, was suddenly awakened.

As soon as he opened his eyes, a series of notification sounds came from his ears.

"Your Ruyi Golden Cudgel swallows iron ore, experience +1."

"Your Ruyi Golden Cudgel swallows iron ore, experience +1." ˆ ˆ ˆ "Your Ruyi Golden Cudgel swallows iron ore, experience +1."

"Your Ruyi Golden Cudgel swallows iron ore, experience +1."

As frequent reminder messages appeared in his mind, a smile suddenly appeared on Qin Mu's face.

"They finally started to improve the Ruyi Golden Cudgel!"

"Don't stop!"

"Intensify!"

"It's best to raise the level of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel to level 100 in one night!"

Qin Mu was thinking about this in his mind, and there was no sleepiness on his face.

After he sat up holding on to the edge of the bed, he stared at the dark shadow of the beam in the darkness. The 'column'-shaped shadow was like a wishful golden hoop lying horizontally.

The notification sound that resounded in his mind was like the most beautiful music in the world. Every time the notification sound sounded, Qin Mu would gently pat his legs with his hands to accompany it.

About ten minutes later, the content of the prompt tone suddenly changed.

"When your Ruyi Golden Cudgel is upgraded to level 1, you will receive +1 feedback from the metallic spiritual root. You can choose the feedback object."

Qin Mu was originally prepared to accept the feedback this time, but then he thought that he should give in first.

Just like bait when fishing, it is better to use this feedback in exchange for the other party's redoubled efforts.

After all, there is no upper limit to the improvement of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel.

In the long run, this choice will benefit him.

Thinking of this, Qin Mu chose the feedback object in his heart, and wrote a piece of content through contact with the Golden Cudgel.

At this moment, Zhang Qianren's expression suddenly changed in a certain room in the building.

The reason was that a piece of information appeared in his mind at this moment.

"The Ruyi Golden Cudgel obtains a weak spiritual recovery and brings you feedback from the metallic spiritual roots."

As this piece of information disappeared, he suddenly felt a sense of coolness appear out of thin air in his Weilu acupoint, spreading up his spine and straight into his mind.

A chill hit him, and he shivered subconsciously.

Then, with almost trembling hands, he took out a palm-sized stone tablet for testing spiritual roots from the storage ring.

On the stone tablet, there are five characters "gold, wood, water, fire, earth" carved in seal, and under each of these five characters, there is a thin line recessed.

On one side of the five thin lines, at intervals, there is a value.

Zhang Qianren placed his palm lightly on the stone tablet and swallowed subconsciously.

After a few breaths, a fiery red thin line appeared on the recessed vertical line under the word "fire". This thin line slowly rose to the value of 30 at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then stopped. move.

After it stopped, a thin golden line also appeared on the recessed vertical line under the word '金'.

But this thin line just popped up and stopped at a value of 1.

"The golden... golden spiritual root really... really appeared!"

Zhang Qianren's eyes suddenly widened and his breathing became rapid.

In the past, he only had a single fire spiritual root in the 'middle and lower', but at this moment, a second spiritual root actually appeared on the 'spiritual tablet'!

He knew exactly what this meant!

As long as he continues to improve the spirituality of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, this golden spiritual root, which is currently only 1, will continue to improve.

This also means that one day, the value of this golden spiritual root will reach the full value of 100, or even exceed this value, becoming a rare 'celestial spiritual root' throughout the ages!
  At this thought, boundless pride suddenly surged in Zhang Qianren's chest.

At this moment, he really wanted to laugh loudly, but he didn't dare to do so.

He could only clench his fists and breathe deeply.

But this kind of excitement and excitement was beyond the scope of what he could suppress.

Then, under the illumination of the flickering candle lamp, his old cheek suddenly began to twitch slightly.

　Newbies, new books, asking for everything!
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)