With the increase in the number of times he drew the spirit runes, Zhang Han became more and more proficient in writing, and the yield rate began to rise sharply.

From less than 20% at the beginning, it took less than three days to climb all the way to more than 90%.

Ordinary monks don't have so much spiritual energy to waste on their hands, absorbing spiritual stones to supply spiritual energy to make spiritual runes, which is something that only a fool can do.

After a few days of death, his face became more and more pale, and his spirit was a little sluggish.

Zhang Han shook his head secretly, and secretly teased himself - desperately, in addition to encountering the danger of life and death, there is also a possibility, that is, poverty.

Because I was poor and had to work hard, I should be the worst one in the crossing world.

Racing against time to draw the spirit rune, in his eyes, the rune pen drew not the spirit rune, but a piece of cash with a denomination of ten real coins.

As time passed, before I knew it, a night had passed.

On the morning of the sixth day after staying in the inn, the lines of the Spirit Gathering Array on the Kongyu Gate began to flicker brightly and dimly.

Zhang Han half-squinted his eyes and looked tired, sensing that the Spirit Gathering Array was about to fail, and finally put down the talisman in his hand.

Walked to the door of the empty space, crossed into a divine consciousness into the spirit gathering array, controlled the output valve of the spirit gathering array, and released the remaining little spiritual energy at one time.

He sat down directly, absorbed the remaining aura into his body one by one, and then entered the void, recovering his exhausted soul, and slowly absorbed the aura into the dantian purple mansion and transformed it into true qi.

After meditating for three or four hours, Zhang Han's eyes suddenly opened, and a glimmer of light flashed.

After nearly three high-grade spirit stones with the same amount of spiritual energy baptism in the past few days, Zhang Han's bone meridians have become much tougher, and there is a faint sign that he is going to break through to the middle of the foundation building period.

Feeling the benefits of desperately drawing spirit runes in the past few days, Zhang Han was a little happy.

It's no wonder that those monks with abundant resources can improve their cultivation so quickly.

In the past few days, he has only consumed spiritual energy to draw spiritual runes, and he has not absorbed much into his body at all, and he is already about to break through the realm.

If you carefully digest those aura, you will probably rush directly to the late stage of foundation building.

However, he still understands the truth that if you want to hurry, he still understands, the foundation building period is an important stage for monks to lay the foundation, and there is no body to cultivate, and the realm can't keep up, and it's just rootless duckweed.

Similarly, those famous sects with stricter discipline also do not allow their children to directly absorb spirit stones to cultivate.

If you don't experience the realm well and improve your foundation, your future achievements will be very limited.

Zhang Hanqiang stood up, and there was a feeling of soreness all over his body.

After only a few hours of meditation, the feeling of exhaustion is still strong, and such an overload of using divine consciousness and outputting spiritual energy cannot be recovered without a few days of recuperation.

But Zhang Han doesn't have time to recuperate now, and he is about to reach the appointed time, and he has to pack up his things.

Seeing that the brocade chicken was still vigilantly closing his eyes, Zhang Han asked, "Didn't the old man come up?" ”

The brocade chicken opened one eye and replied: "No, every day the door is opened at sunrise, and when the door is opened, he sits in the account table without moving, and does not go back to the backyard to sleep until the sun closes." ”

Zhang Han packed up his things and continued to ask, "Don't you eat or pull?" ”

The brocade chicken nodded.

If it is inevitable for mortals to eat, drink, and sleep, it is inevitable that those who can open the valley must be monks.

So the shopkeeper of this inn is definitely a monk, and he is a monk who can't even see the realm of brocade chickens.

Since everything has been peaceful for so many days, the innkeeper really has any ideas, and he will not be silent for so long.

Zhang Han's heart has also settled down a lot, if they don't have anything to do with each other, that's the best.

Soon he cleaned up the room, and the finished spirit runes were stacked on the table.

Counting carefully, there are more than 70 bundles of finished spirit runes, totaling more than 7,000 pieces.

Zhang Han folded his arms and calculated the accounts, and found that he had lost a lot.

The market price of the Great Fireball Talisman is between twenty and twenty-five genuine coins, and it should only be sold for fifteen pieces wholesale.

Seven thousand pieces can probably be sold for about 100,000 real coins, not counting the cost of materials, the Gathering Spirit Array alone will have to lose nearly 200,000.

This......

Zhang Han had a headache, if he couldn't solve the cost problem of the Spirit Gathering Array, the fortune plan of selling spirit runes could only be temporarily put on hold.

"Ancestor, this can't work, I've been tired and tired for a few days, and I've paid back more than 200,000 real coins." Zhang Han asked Jinmao Chicken for help.

Jin Maoji glared at him, and asked angrily: "You are a dignified head of the Blessing Sect, do you plan to make money by making talismans or what?" ”

Zhang Han was speechless and received all the finished spirit runes into the storage belt, planning to find a way after the excavation of the Dade Cave Mansion.

As soon as everything was cleaned up, Jin Mao Chicken suddenly said: "There is a flying letter that is blocked from the prohibition, go out and receive it." ”

Zhang Han looked at the time, and it was estimated that the big apprentices had already arrived at the agreed place, so he sent a message to inform him.

He took the empty space gate back into the Dao Dantian Purple Mansion, and looked again to see if there was anything missing in the room.

Looking around and seeing that there was nothing negligent, Zhang Han felt that he could almost check out and leave, so he said to Jinmaoji: "The ancestor can withdraw the ban, we are leaving." ”

The brocade chicken nodded, and with a wave of its wings, the prohibition turned into a little starlight and dispersed in the room.

Zhang Han wrapped the brocade chicken in brocade and tied it on his back, walked out of the door, and came to the account desk downstairs in a nervous mood.

The thin innkeeper noticed Zhang Han's arrival, and it seemed that he was struggling to open his half-squinted eyelids, looked up at him tremblingly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Six days, the room price is six hundred and six." ”

When Zhang Han heard this, he took out seven hundred yuan of genuine coins and gently put them on the account table.

The innkeeper gathered the genuine coins together, stretched out his skinny withered hands, and counted them with trembling points.

After counting, the innkeeper gave Zhang Han change from the four genuine coins with a denomination of ten yuan in the account desk.

Zhang Han nervously took the change of the forty real coins, until now it seemed that everything was normal, and he suddenly felt that this innkeeper was really a lonely mortal old man.

After putting away the seven hundred real coins, the innkeeper closed his eyes and recuperated again, and no longer bothered him.

Zhang Han swallowed and foamed silently, turned around and grabbed the burden on his chest tightly with both hands, moved his legs nervously, and walked gently towards the outside of the inn.

Controlling his speed, he slowly walked out of the inn gate, walked to the mouth of the alley, walked to the outer street, and blended into the flow of people on the street.

It was only at this time that he listened to the noisy shouting on the street that Zhang Han dared to relax, gasped for breath, and said to the brocade feather chicken: "It's finally out, I'm scared to death!" ”

Jin Mao Ji replied: "It's not promising, what are you afraid of with me, even if he really makes a move, the ancestor can save your soul and escape!" ”

Damn, I really have to thank him for not doing it!

……

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"It's strange what this weird boy is all about, and why does it feel familiar."

The innkeeper nestled in the account desk, half-squinting his cloudy eyes, staring at the seven hundred yuan real coins that Zhang Hangang had just given, and secretly complained, wanting to take care of the old age or not to support Ansheng.