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"Is this called red blood stone? I didn't see the "Materia Medica" in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Wang Ming didn't remember any record of this bloodstone at all.

"It's right not to see it, because this bloodstone is useless at all, that is, there are many insects and ants in summer, and some ordinary people with damp residence permits will buy it and use it to repel insects. ”

Wang Ming couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, squatted down to take a closer look, reached out and took out a fist-sized piece of blood red, and squinted his eyes, lest Song Fat Man feel that he was too excited.

"Lord Samurai, two baskets of blood-red stones and ten taels of silver are enough. The simple vendor said with a look half excited and half afraid.

"Ten taels of silver, you can also speak!" Song Que immediately glared.

The honest trader was startled, and hurriedly said, "Eight taels is fine." ”

Wang Ming's heart ran over with a hundred horses, and he said in his heart that the cinnabar in this world is actually cheap like this!

It is true that there is no record of blood rutile in the "Classic of Materia Medica", which shows that although blood rutile is regarded as a kind of ore, it cannot be elegant.

Just like Song Que said, this blood red stone is used by ordinary people, and the warriors are simply disdainful of this kind of ore.

"Ten taels is ten taels, I want it. Wang Ming said immediately.

"Samurai-sama, thank you!"

"You're going to tell me where you got this blood ruby from?"

The vendor hesitated.

Song Que hung his nose and stared, and the merchant hurriedly said: "This was found on a barren mountain in Wangjia Village, thirty or forty miles southwest of my city. ”

Wangjia Village?

Didn't you come out of Wangjia Village?

And that barren mountain...... Wang Ming's heart suddenly saw a thousand horses rushing by.

"Brother, according to the rules, it stands to reason that you don't have half of your family's property, and my brother pities you for not having any property, so the mountain behind the village belongs to you. ”

This is what Wang Ming's eldest brother Wang Fang said to him.

After speaking, Wang Fang also personally handed over the title deed to Wang Ming.

Wang Ming later learned that this barren mountain does not grow anything, and it is simply a barren land.

That's right, there is a hole in the mountain, and there is blood red stone in it, which is not as pure as the vendor in front of you.

Wow...... A whole cinnabar mountain!

"Haha. Wang Ming laughed, and then said to the vendor, "Do you know whose mountain it belongs to?"

"Isn't that an ownerless mountain?" the merchant turned pale with fright, but in front of him was a samurai, and if he stole a samurai's things, he would have to cut off his hands and feet, and if he didn't want to cut off his hands and feet, he would have to be sent to Haicheng.

The merchant seemed to see the tragic ending, and fell to his knees with a puff of time, and kowtowed: "Lord Samurai, the villain really doesn't know! Lord Samurai, bypass the villain!"

"Hurry up!" Wang Ming said loudly.

The vendor was paralyzed with fright and did not dare to get up.

"Wake you up, and you will get up. Although he didn't understand what Wang Ming was doing, Song Que faintly felt that Wang Ming had a deep meaning in doing so.

"A thousand gold for you!" Wang Ming handed over the remaining thousand gold.

"Huh?" the vendor jumped as if his hands were burned.

"My mountain has been barren, you found the blood red stone mine, this is our first industry in Wuleimen, I entrusted you to be the head of the mine, organize a group of people to dig for me, how about it?"

The vendor named Liu Er was a little dizzy when he was smashed by a pie falling from the sky, but he reacted quickly, immediately fell to his knees, and swore allegiance to Wang Ming Samurai for life.

Wang Ming was ecstatic in his heart, this trip to the West Market was really not in vain.

Song Que couldn't help it, and asked, "Boss, could it be that this blood ruby stone has other uses?"

"There's no use for it, I just grind it into powder and use it to write every day. Wang Ming laughed and strode away.

Song Que was behind him, he couldn't see his face, and he didn't know that Wang Ming's face was now smiling crookedly.

Liu Er's cinnabar is not ordinary cinnabar, but the highest grade cinnabar in cinnabar.

The words that Wang Ming intends to write are not ordinary characters, but talismans.

Yellow table paper, cinnabar painted talismans, isn't this the standard configuration of Taoist priests?

The talisman is mostly written in cloud seal script, and cloud seal script is a text written to simulate the clouds in the sky.

Whether it is the earth or this world, the clouds in the sky should be the same, they are all changeable and strange, so the cloud seal script is likely to be a universal text that mobilizes the aura of heaven and earth.

The earth's aura is depleted, and the cloud seal is limited, but this world is full of aura, and the talisman may be useful.

The more powerful the talisman, the greater the energy, and relying on the power of the talisman, he may have offensive and defensive power far beyond the current martial arts cultivation.

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Ming suddenly had an excitement of scratching his ears and cheeks, and hurried back!

Not long after returning home, two baskets of cinnabar sand were delivered.

Wang Ming didn't do it immediately, and after sending Song Que away, he closed the door to practice boxing.

After practicing boxing for about an hour, I began to scrub.

After grinding, Wang Ming boiled water to bathe and change clothes, and then knelt in the temple to concentrate and calm down.

Soon, it's time to get around. Wang Ming got up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his essence sparkled.

Coming to the table, Wang Ming held a tube of wolf hair, the tip of the pen was golden red, and stared at a yellow table paper on the square table.

Let's draw a fortune charm first, the Five Thunder Gate is too poor.

Wang Ming was contemplating the Thunder Palace, until the Thunder Palace released ten thousand tears again, and quickly put pen to paper on the yellow table.

All in one!

After painting, Wang Ming looked at it, and there was no fluctuation of aura.

Didn't work out?!

Keep drawing!

Fortune charms, five blessing charms, and exorcism charms...... Wang Ming drew more than 100 in one go, and none of them succeeded.

What's going on?

Isn't the talisman on Earth common here?!

Quite possibly.

Wang Ming was a little disappointed, originally thinking that he could draw some powerful talismans, so that even if he encountered someone who was several realms higher than his martial arts cultivation, he could also use it as self-defense.

Wang Ming calmed down and began to visualize the Thunder Palace.

Not long after, the Thunder Palace appeared, and ten thousand rays of light flashed.

This time, Wang Ming's focus was not on the Thunder Palace, but on the clouds above the Thunder Palace.

Half an hour, Wang Ming opened his eyes suddenly, and hurriedly put pen to paper, first the talisman head, then the talisman heart, and finally the talisman foot, a piece of "talisman" that Wang Ming had not seen in any classic book finally drawn.

In the end, Wang Ming put a large ball of cinnabar on the point of the rune center, and drew three lightning bolts of different shapes in it.

After the drawing, Wang Ming's eyes widened, and he "blew" a breath towards the cinnabar trace that others couldn't see clearly and hidden three lightning bolts, and then slowly unfolded it and put it on the table.

At this moment, the Thunder Palace spewed out ten thousand rays of thunder light, and this talisman also shone with layers of faint golden light.

It's done!

At this moment, Wang Ming almost burst into tears.

Wang Ming's body shook, and the trial writing talisman for a full hour made him almost lose his strength. But Wang Ming was reluctant to sit down and recuperate, and he was reluctant to leave the first talisman he had successfully drawn.

It's beautiful!