The bright orange candle flame dispelled the darkness and reflected the things inside the box.

Ten stacks of yellow paper, ten bottles of cinnabar, a wolf's pen, and three silver tickets.

Yellow paper is a fine yellow paper made in Linxian County, a pile of 100 pieces of market price will cost one or two silver, cinnabar is also extraordinary, each bottle is not less than one or two silver, as for the wolf pen, it is made by the pen master himself, the materials are finely exquisite, a year can become such a one, close to thirty taels of silver, often priceless.

If the three are added together, the foundation will cost fifty taels of silver!

And the three silver tickets, each with a denomination, reached a staggering one hundred taels.

In other words, the "thin gift" of Zhang County's order is enough for three hundred and fifty taels of silver!

That's a lot of money!

You must know that the purchasing power of one tael of silver is quite strong in Daqian, and according to market fluctuations, you can buy four to eight stones of grain, which is equivalent to 1,000 yuan of Blue Star.

Three hundred and fifty taels of silver is 350,000 yuan!

Such a "huge amount of money" is by no means something that a clean and honest official can come up with.

After Wang Changsheng was stunned for a moment, he also understood: in addition to gratitude, this huge amount of money also had a faint intention to woo.

After all, there are signs of monsters in Huashi County, and if there are demons in the future, Zhang County's order is indispensable to have contact with Qingfeng Guan again.

Zhao Li, a servant, once said that Zhang Xianling was a good official, but a good official was not the same as a Qing official.

In this regard, Wang Changsheng didn't bother to think too much.

He got rid of the demons and rescued his beloved daughter for Zhang County, and Zhang County's order to give him a reward, which is reasonable, as for the rest, it's none of his business.

After resting for the time being tonight, tomorrow he will return to Qingfeng Temple with Li Laodao.

Shaking his head, Wang Changsheng closed the box, it is now the end of the unitary time, the sun has just set, the time is still early, and he is ready to come to the liver for a wave of experience.

After the [Taoist] profession is promoted to lv.2, if you want to improve again, you need 200 experience points, and although you can get a lot of experience points at one time by killing monsters, first, monsters are not cabbages on the side of the road, which are very rare, and secondly, the risk of killing demons is too great, and even your own life will be folded into it if you are not careful.

He is still a "mortal", and he is still better developed.

The panel is very loose about the "work" related to Taoist priests: morning classes, cleaning Taoist temples, meditation, evening classes, and even daily physical fitness behaviors.

These basic tasks can only be stably gained when they are carried out for the first time every day, and the second time they are carried out, they are obtained probabilitarily, and they can almost get 10~15 experience points a day.

Although the number is not large, there is not the slightest risk, and the accumulation is enough to increase the level of [Taoist].

And now, what Wang Changsheng is going to do is swordsmanship practice.

After having [Earth Demon Dao Fruit - Swordsmanship], practicing swordsmanship is the most cost-effective "job" for him.

Although the "empty performance" in the brain can continuously improve the swordsmanship attainment, in comparison, it is still faster to practice and improve in reality.

And the narrow room is naturally not suitable for swordsmanship practice.

Wang Changsheng pushed open the door and came to the small courtyard.

The moonlight was hazy, and everything seemed to become ethereal in the shadow of the moon, and a crooked neck was erected in the corner of the small courtyard, and the moonlight spread on it, like a silver tassel dripping down.

Wang Changsheng couldn't help but think of the white goose that spit out of the sky and spread its wings from the pig-faced man's mouth in the mirage he had entered before, just like the bright moon.

"How did I suddenly remember this?"

Wang Changsheng shook his head and walked to the center of the small courtyard.

Taking off the peachwood sword, he began to practice basic swordsmanship one move at a time.

The swordsmanship of mortals is not ineffective for monsters, but it needs to be attached to the blade with aura to achieve the purpose of breaking through the monster's defense and killing effectively.

And the simple attachment of aura, as the health preservation skill was upgraded to the mastery level, after being able to skillfully use aura, Wang Changsheng was able to barely do it.

Under the moonlight, the surface of the peachwood sword he wielded in his hand was filled with a layer of vague glimmer, which reflected the faint moonlight, which was the proof that the aura was attached to it.

Thorn, split, tease, hang, cloud, point, collapse, interception.

The basic movements of the Eight Great Sword Techniques were displayed in his hands one by one.

Concise, concise, and full of deadly killing intent between one move and one style.

Half an hour later, Wang Changsheng put away his sword and stood up, exhaling lightly.

[Complete Sword Practice, [Taoist] XP +1]

Looking at the prompt in front of him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This kind of self-improvement, which is visible to the naked eye, is intoxicating.

"Bang Bang ......"

A brisk applause rang out, accompanied by a gentle male voice:

"Brother Wang's swordsmanship is very good, and he is admired."

"Who!" Wang Changsheng's face changed, and he turned his head sharply to look in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw that in the moonlight, under the old tree, a man with a pig's face knelt quietly, and his eyes were calm and tranquil when he looked at Wang Changsheng.

The person reflected in his eyes made Wang Changsheng's pupils shrink and his hair stood upside down.

"Pig demon? How can it be?! ”

The hint on the panel clearly informed him that the pig demon was dead, and even so, what was the "thing" that appeared in front of him?

"I'm sorry to frighten Brother Wang."

The pig-faced man smiled slightly, but this smile appeared on a pig's face, but it looked particularly hideous and terrifying.

A plain white jade hand poked out from the darkness behind the pig-faced man, and when it first poked out, it was only the size of an ordinary person, and when it approached the pig-faced man, it had turned into a giant hand taller than a human and grabbed the pig-faced man.

When the giant hand retracted, it itself and the pig-faced man in his palm became smaller together, giving people a strange sense of spatial confusion and distortion.

The pig-faced man who was caught was thrown into a small cherry mouth, and the owner of the hand was a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old and beautifully dressed.

It's her?

There was consternation in Wang Changsheng's eyes.

This woman is none other than the girl who spit out the pig-faced man in the previous illusion.

Before Wang Changsheng could make a move, the girl turned back into the form of a rabbit under his gaze, and then turned into a wisp of white smoke and flew into a bloody mouth.

The big mouth was closed, and a face with red cheeks on a white background and a slightly pointed chin appeared in Wang Changsheng's eyes.

"In the rest room, Brother Wang seems to have experienced a lot."

The scholar leaned against the crooked neck of the old tree, tilted his head slightly, and his face seemed to be smiling.

The gray silently infects the entire courtyard, depriving all things of vitality.

The scholar waved his white sleeves, and the clouds dispersed, revealing a pile of wine and delicacies in front of him.

"The previous reception was not good, and I will hold a banquet for Brother Wang again to apologize."

Wang Changsheng didn't step forward, his body was tense, the hand holding the peachwood sword was tight and loose, loose and tight, and the sweat from his palm wet the hilt of the sword.

Although the scholar was smiling, he could feel the heavy sense of oppression like a mountain under the surface gentleness of the other party.