After bidding farewell to Ding Liu, Chen Ping continued to walk around the entire Fang City, and had a clearer idea of the environment and layout of the entire Fang City in his heart.

I thought about it in my heart:

'If you are in danger, you can evacuate quickly by which way. ’

'If you encounter a robbery, which area is it easiest to lose some tails. ’

'Which alley is the most secluded?' ’

‘……’

After sorting out these problems, Chen Ping began to sell talisman skins.

He first found a corner where no one was around, and gave himself a set of 'bone transfer and remodeling' to make sure that he didn't know himself, and then returned to the street where he set up a stall.

The intersection with the best traffic has long been occupied by people, and Chen Ping has only found a location with relatively good passenger flow.

Looks like we're going to have to come a little earlier next time. ’

After Chen Ping chose the position, he spread a layer of animal skins on the ground, and simply waved his hands with the shippers on both sides, which was regarded as a greeting.

Then put on the talisman skin, thought about it, and for the sake of safety, only 16 were put out.

It will be much safer to sell in batches this way.

After that, wait for the arrival of business.

"Fellow Daoist, how do you sell this talisman skin?" It didn't take long for a white-haired monk to crouch in front of the stall.

Chen Ping's inner joy almost jumped on his face.

It was his first time selling.

It was also the first time that a monk came to inquire about the price.

... For the first time, it's always exciting.

Chen Ping restrained his emotions and said calmly:

"1 lower-grade spirit stone 8 pieces, no gold and silver."

"Only 8 sheets? You're... It's too expensive, right? How can there be such an expensive talisman skin? The white-haired monk was very dissatisfied, and got up and left.

Chen Ping was disappointed, but he didn't keep it at all.

He had some confidence in his talisman.

Before setting up the stall, he did not wander around the market, but inquired about the selling price of the talisman skin of the other stall owners.

Most of them are concentrated in 9-13 pieces of 1 spirit stone.

Although Chen Ping's talisman skin is produced in the process of liver proficiency, they are all carefully selected and excellent, and his talisman skin proficiency has been 'talisman skin (proficient): 1/1000'.

This level of 'mastery' may not be comparable to that of Master Qi.

Chen Ping carefully looked at the talisman skins of other stall owners, and his quality was a big difference.

You must know that the quality of the talisman skin is directly related to the success rate of drawing the talisman, which is a very important raw material.

Good goods, no need to sell them at a reduced price.

After a while, another monk approached.

"Fellow Daoist, how do you sell this talisman skin? … Hey, thin but not soft, the drug is soaked and the process is of the best quality, and the Taoist is not simple. The monk approving.

Chen Ping picked up a piece of skin:

"Friendly eyes, this is a product taken from a master, the thickness and symmetry and hardness are just right. What do you think? Do you buy it? 1 low-grade spirit stone 8 pieces, just like that. ”

The monk nodded with the same expression, and shook his head again: "The talisman skin is a good talisman skin, but it is a little more expensive." This monk can't draw high-end talismans for the time being, but it's a pity, it's a pity. ”

Chen Ping: ......

… Don't buy you a ghost for half a day.

“……”

In this way, a stall was set up for the morning, and many monks were received, but they all lamented that it was too expensive.

In the eyes of these monks, good talisman skins are matched with high-end talismans, and they can't draw high-end talismans for the time being.

So at the end of the morning, not a single talisman skin was sold.

This made Chen Ping doubt life.

He was originally very confident, but at this moment he had to wonder if the price he set was a bit outrageous?

Or, drop a little?

Just as he pondered whether to lower the price, another young monk came to the stall. The man casually glanced at Chen Ping's talisman skin, and then squatted down.

Seeing this person's attitude, Chen Ping was originally hopeless.

Unexpectedly, after this young monk saw the talisman skin, his eyes were shining, and he was immediately attracted.

"After a morning of shopping, I thought I had nothing to gain. I never thought I would see the talisman skin I wanted here. The young monk muttered with joy.

Look up and say happily:

"Fellow Daoist, how much is this talisman skin?"

"1 spirit stone 8 pieces, don't bargain, don't want gold and silver." Chen Ping is familiar with the road, and this sentence has been answered countless times.

"Is that all there is to it? Anything else? The young monk asked again.

Well?

Chen Ping was stunned for a moment.

Is this going to buy?

Chen Ping couldn't help but look at the young monk in front of him, he looked sixteen or seventeen years old, with red lips and white teeth, not like a monk, but more like a scholar.

To be on the safe side, Chen Ping still replied:

"That's all, sixteen in all, gone."

"It's a good thing, but you're too little..."The young monk looked regretful and shook his head: "I want these sixteen sheets, two low-grade spirit stones, right?" To give. ”

Bought?

Chen Ping took the spirit stone, and couldn't help but be overjoyed in his heart.

This is the first time in two months that he has sold goods to generate income.

Although it is only two spirit stones, this means that there is a stable source of income, which is completely different from the previous temporary helper selling meat.

He looked up and saw that the young monks in front of him had become extremely handsome.

After the young monk left, he wiped the shiny spirit stone, and then quietly put it into his inner pocket, as if he was carrying a hundred million.

Excited!

After the first sale.

Next, sell the second one.

Chen Ping found a hidden corner again, changed his face, and reappeared in the market.

Changed to a stall and began to sell talisman skins in the same way.

This time, there were 24 shots.

It was still cold at first.

In other words, there are more people who ask, and fewer people who buy.

"How do you sell this talisman skin?" A familiar voice came.

Chen Ping was stunned for a moment and looked up.

This is not...

… Is that the young monk just now?

I haven't left yet.

Chen Ping changed his tone and said impatiently:

"1 lower grade spirit stone 7, no bargain, do you want it? Alas, buy it, buy it, don't touch it if you don't buy it, you will pay if you touch it. Who is it? ”

He deliberately quoted a different price, and the character also changed to distinguish himself from the previous one as much as possible.

The young monk's eyes were originally shining, and he couldn't help frowning at the moment, but he didn't put down the talisman skin in his hand:

"You monk, can't you speak well? Why did it break down? As long as the talisman skin is good, it is natural to buy it. How many are you? ”

It was Chen Ping's turn to be stunned.

No bargaining?

Buy only seven pieces of 1?

"A total of 21 sheets, 3 spirit stones, do you want it?" Chen Ping said in surprise, and at the same time, while the young monk was observing the talisman skin in his hand, he quietly took away three of them.

He originally posed for 24 cards.

“… I want them all. If it weren't for the good quality of your talismans, I really wouldn't have bought yours, really, how could you sell goods like this? The young monk took the goods and paid for them, and went away angrily.

Chen Ping was calm in his heart.

What you want is a different effect.

The coercion of this young monk is not strong, and after a close look, he feels that he is not the kind of high-level cultivator who has taken a breath. It should not have the ability to make high-end symbols.

It stands to reason that you won't buy high-end talisman skins at such a cost.

1 spirit stone 7 pieces, the price is not discussed.

He didn't frown.

The Eastern District should not have such a bold consumption habit, and the Western District has never seen such a number one person.

Strange monks, have to be guarded against.

After Chen Ping experienced being intercepted and killed by a gang of bearded people who sold meat, he realized that it was not only his wealth that was easy to target, but also his valuable skills.

Isn't that the way he is now proficient in making talismans?

Eat a trench to grow a wisdom, and you have to have more eyes.

After seeing the young monk walk away and change his face, Chen Ping changed his position in the opposite direction this time and started to set up a stall again.

The last 25 talismans were all laid out.

After selling for a long time, sending away a few monks who came and went, and finally ushered in a buyer.

1 spirit stone sold 8 pieces.

Half an hour later, 8 more were sold.

When there were only the last nine left, the original young monk came back to shopping.

Chen Ping: ......

After some exchange, he tentatively asked the other party about the situation, but the other party obviously didn't want to talk more.

Chen Ping didn't ask any more.

The monks who wander around in this market are not wearing a visible or invisible mask, and it is useless to ask more.

Just quoted a price:

"Originally, it was 1 spirit stone and eight pieces, but this is the last item, if you want to buy it, the last one will be given to you."

The young monk paused for a moment and said:

"Thank you, you're still generous. Don't hide it from fellow Daoists, the monk also bought talismans from another fellow Daoist, and that fellow Daoist is really... I'm angry with me, I'm so dignified to buy talisman skin, what kind of temper does he have, and he doesn't let him touch it, Daoyou, how can you make such a sense? Really, the more I think about it, the more angry I become, and I can't find him now, otherwise I have to beat him. ”

Chen Ping: .....

You're...

... It's also enough to hold grudges.

It's been so long, and you're still thinking about beating me up.

Chen Pingping echoed the two sentences without changing his color.

It even helped to count for a while.

... That friend had a bad temper just now, so what does it matter to me Chen Ping.

"I won't let you lose, the extra talisman skin, I will give 15 taels of gold. It's not a loss to you, is it? "The young monk was courteous.

"Daoyou is kind." Chen Ping waved his hands.

Such people, at least in this market, are rare.

Totally a master who is not bad for money.

After the handover of money and goods, Chen Ping began to collect the stall, and today's task of selling goods officially came to an end.

Diagonally across from his booth, a lively 'teaching' conversation is underway.

......

"Have you seen it? That's the goal. ”