Sending Ruan Hongyu away, the steward returned to the shop, and faced Shen Cong naturally with another rainbow fart.

There is a fixed price for sword cultivation in the shop, and the highest is only twenty or thirty taels of material wear and tear, but Shen Cong has offered a price of five hundred taels.

According to the rules of the shop, whoever negotiates the business will take eighty percent of the excess part. The rest is the dividends of the shop and the steward.

So he can get a lot of this order, so naturally he wants to treat Shen Cong as an ancestor.

"Master Shen, when are you ready to start construction? I'll give you the materials you want. ”

"Tomorrow. I didn't need the materials, I converted the silver money of the materials to me, and I directly melted the sword and rebuilt it. ”

"Okay."

Everyone showed envy.

Shen Cong earned at least more than four hundred taels for this order, how many years do they have to work to reach this level?

I really envy the dead.

But in fact, this kind of thing can be encountered but not sought, if it is placed in Kyoto in Great Xia, Ruan Hongyu will definitely go directly to the master in Kyoto to repair, where can there be many people, the price can be a big knife, a hundred taels should be enough to get it.

After simply forging a few swords, Shen Cong returned home in advance, continued to start boiling spiritual liquid, and then practiced to improve himself.

The Empty Ming Fist had already been cultivated by him to the realm of seventh-layer perfection.

Ben Lei Jue also rose one level more, reaching the seventh layer, and there are still two floors left to complete it.

After cultivating until the evening, Shen Cong suddenly felt a sore itch and swelling pain, bursting out from his bone marrow, as if something was draining out of his bone marrow.

It seeped through its flesh, pierced its own skin, and turned into a layer of dirt on its surface.

And at this time, Shen Cong felt that his bones were unprecedentedly strong!

"I've broken through to the seventh grade!"

Shen Cong was overjoyed.

I didn't expect to break through so quickly.

This time it only took a month!

"It seems that it is still necessary to buy prescriptions."

After having a prescription, the cost of the spiritual liquid changed from a few taels of silver to a tael of silver, and he could only buy one bottle now, but now he can buy several bottles.

In this way, it is equivalent to saying that it is invisibly allowing him to achieve the freedom of the spiritual fluid.

This month, he almost eats spiritual liquid as food, to put it mildly, sometimes he farts, it is the smell of the nine-turn large intestine.

Under the powerful energy of the spiritual liquid, the cultivation speed was terrifying.

Shen clenched his hands into fists and slammed them twice, and the sound of Jin Ge crashing erupted from his fists.

"After the seventh grade, my bones are also strengthened, when fighting with people, in addition to the skin will not be easily scratched, the bones are also difficult to break, plus the tendons are strengthened when the eighth grade, the strength is also great, the whole body, can be said to be a perfect combat machine."

Every level of ascension of a martial artist is a earth-shaking change.

Under the seventh grade, they are all ants, even if they are the eighth grade, unless the other party has a weapon in his hand, he may be able to resist a little.

But it's just resistance, it's hard to fight back, and once you reveal a mistake, you will be killed by yourself instantly.

Shen Cong jumped down from the bed, lightly tapped his feet, and his body easily jumped out of a few meters away, and came directly to the door.

Compared with ordinary people, martial artists are not only strong, but also relaxed in daily life, as if there is an immortal law, which is extremely mysterious.

He came to the kitchen, since eating in the iron shop, Shen Cong didn't bother to do it at home at all, and directly transformed the kitchen into a simple alchemy room.

Then he changed his face, took out some spiritual fluid, and left the house.

Shen Cong had wanted to sell his spiritual liquid before, because of the increasing comprehension, the speed at which he refined the spiritual liquid was getting faster and faster, in addition to meeting his daily cultivation needs, there would be a lot of redundancy.

However, Shen Cong only had eight grades before, and his strength could not be considered very strong, so with a cautious attitude, he did not go to sell the spiritual liquid, and now he broke through the seventh grade and then sold the spiritual liquid, which was safer.

Although the ninth and eighth grades are also considered masters, there are still many people at this level in Cloud City.

Once you get to the seventh grade, the number will drop sharply.

Qipin, in the small place of Cloud City, is already a great master, you can go to the town below, find ten or eight young girls, and breed a big family such as the Wang family and Zhujiazhuang.

...

After a stick of incense, the shopkeeper of the Zhao Family Medicine Hall in Dongcheng raised his eyebrows.

"You said you were going to sell more than ninety percent pure spiritual liquid?"

"Yes, if the price is right, I want to cooperate for a long time in the future."

"Your Excellency is an alchemist?"

"What do you say?"

"Can I inspect the goods?"

"Of course."

Shen Cong handed out a bottle of spiritual liquid, and the other party immediately took it, opened the cap, sniffed it, and then took another sip, his face became serious.

"The purity is so high. Your craftsmanship is truly exquisite. ”

"Prizes. What price can the shopkeeper give? ”

The shopkeeper pondered for a moment, then stretched out three fingers.

"Three and a half, this is the highest purchase price of our pharmacy.

You know, to sell a bottle of spiritual liquid, you have to pay half a tael in tax. In addition, workers, shop renters... We all have to spend, and the rest of the profit may be about one or two or seven dollars. ”

Shen Cong nodded decisively in agreement.

"Yes."

His spiritual fluid is indeed pure, but no matter how pure it is, it is only spiritual fluid, not an elixir.

On the black market, it can only be sold for less than four taels at most, and it is easy to be troubled by others, and it is also troublesome to sell it yourself.

"And how many bottles do you have?"

"Three bottles a day."

"Yes, I'll give you the money. After the daily C.O.D. is made. ”

In this way, Shen Cong got ten and a half taels of silver and left the Zhao Family Medicine Hall.

However, he did not go back, but went to other medicine halls.

Shen Cong is now able to refine about fifteen bottles a day, except for eight or nine bottles spent on his own cultivation, the rest are balances, and he has already saved one or twenty bottles in his hand.

The reason why I didn't sell them all to one was because I was worried that there would be too many of them, and it would be easy for people to be blushing.

Eggs need to be placed in a few more places to be safe.

After a simple change of face, he obtained forty or fifty taels of silver from several other medicine halls.

There shouldn't be so much in the future, after all, there can only be about five or six bottles left over every day, and as his strength improves, the speed of consuming spiritual liquid is getting faster and faster, I'm afraid that five or six bottles may not be able to make a surplus.

But being able to get a dozen taels of silver a day is also an extra income.

Who has left himself without a family and without power?

The early stage of development can only be accumulated step by step by yourself.

Compared with the existence of Song Taiping, his own path is already very good.

However, even if this is the case, it does not mean that everything is safe.

When he came out of the fifth medicine hall, Shen Cong had already noticed that not far from him, there was a pair of sneaky eyes that had been following him.

After all, there are still some dishonest people.