After more than a night, Ning Xi still hoped that the 70,000 Peng Bronze Shells and the Demon Slaying Sword were still in place.

It's a pity that on the battlefield yesterday, not to mention the money and the sword, even those clothes are gone.

"In this ancient Shang Dynasty, why didn't anyone pick up gold. As soon as Ning Xi thought of the demon slaying sword, his liver began to hurt.

The Demon Slaying Sword is a super-grade acquired spirit treasure, with excellent quality, worth five or six hundred thousand copper shells.

Resting on the earth, this is a Mercedes-Benz E.

The more Ning Xi thought about it, the more unhappy he became.

Yesterday, he fought with the jade pipa spirit, not to mention that he didn't get any benefits, and he also lost 670,000 copper shells.

In addition, he was injured and violated the rules of heaven, which should also compensate him at least one million copper shells.

After calculation, the jade pipa spirit now owes him 1.67 million copper shells.

Ning Xi originally planned to go to Xuanyuan Tomb to collect debts, but after thinking about it carefully, it was better not to be impulsive.

The weakest of the three demons of Xuanyuan is the jade pipa essence, and they all fought with him like that yesterday, but now they have lost the demon sword, and their combat power has shrunk.

Not to mention the nine-tailed fox spirit, even against the nine-headed pheasant essence, it will definitely not be able to defeat it.

In these years, the debts are all uncles, and before you have the strength to suppress the uncle, don't think about turning those debts into money.

"Debt collection has to be pushed back. Ning Xi suddenly remembered the lost treasure bag of Fairy Yunhua.

Yunhua Fairy has a "bank" at home, even if she has tens of millions of copper shells in her treasure bag, it is a common thing.

"We don't ask for tens of millions, as long as we can have a few million, we can embezzle them for the time being, and when the strength is strong, find a way to return it." Ning Xi opened the treasure bag with anticipation, and then ...... The whole person is not good.

There is only a small white gourd-shaped porcelain bottle in the treasure bag, pull out the cork, inside the bottle is a purple-gold elixir, the glow lingers, the rui gas is steaming, and the end is extraordinary.

"This is ......" Ning Xi swallowed his saliva, "Nine Turns Soul Restoration Pill." ”

The Nine Turns Soul Restoration Pill can be resurrected by eating the dead, and the soul can be strengthened by the living.

"Originally, after eating this Nine Turns Soul Rejuvenation Pill, it will continue to provide me with innate soul power, and I will not lack innate soul power in ten years, and I don't have to worry about money for the time being, just ......" Ning Xi If he eats like this, what will he take back in the future.

Besides, the Nine Turns Soul Restoration Pill is a life-saving pill, if you don't have to keep it, maybe when you can save someone's life.

The top priority is to have ideas to make money.

Ning Xi returned to Baiyun Temple with great interest, pondering what skills could make money.

The successive generations of Baiyun Temple have liked to study formations.

Yang Tianyou is particularly obsessed with formation, he is young, and he is already a fourth-grade master.

The earth master is the abbreviation of the prefecture-level array mage, which takes the earth that carries all things as the teacher, and studies the topography pattern of mountains and rivers in nature, so as to arrange the formation.

In order to study the formation, Yang Tianyou once specialized in cultivating talismans, and also became a three-grade talisman master, and used the money from selling talismans to buy cultivation resources for himself.

"In order to make money, I have to master the art of talismans. Ning Xi went to the study to look for materials for drawing talismans.

You need three things to draw a symbol: pen, ink, and paper.

The pen is a high-grade acquired spirit treasure, named Jiangshan pen, which Yang Tianyou used to buy with 100,000 copper shells.

The ink is made with the blood of spirit beasts and top-grade cinnabar.

The paper is made of a spirit grass called yellow vine, and the paper needed for a three-grade talisman is worth three hundred copper shells.

Therefore, to make a three-grade talisman, the cost alone will be 500 pun copper shells, and if you fail too many times, you will lose money.

Ning Xi saw that there were not many materials left by Yang Tianyou, so he used ordinary paper and ink to start practicing from the simplest one-grade talisman.

After he practiced for a long time, he began to officially make a first-grade talisman.

Fail!

Failed again!

Fail again!

......

Ning Xi failed seven times in one breath and lost thousands of friends, so he had to stop writing and reflect: "My control over the true qi in my body is too poor, so I have to master the true qi first." ”

His way of practicing is to practice the spells, the Lesser Retreat and the Samadhi True Fire.

Ning Xi inherited Yang Tianyou's memory, coupled with the strength of his innate divine soul, and practiced the Small Escape Technique and the Samadhi True Fire Technique, which was a thousand miles in a day.

A month later, Ning Xi not only thoroughly mastered the Xiao Dun Technique and the Samadhi True Fire Technique, but even gained a lot of experience and insights, making his attainments in these two spells have surpassed that of Yang Tianyou.

In addition, he also successfully drew the three most commonly used three-grade talismans: the sickness talisman, the town house talisman and the demon subduing talisman.

"I don't know what the price of the talisman is?" Ning Xi put all his energy into drawing talismans, forgetting to sleep and eat every day, and it took a lot of effort this month to make only thirty sheets, and the materials at hand were all exhausted.

Ning Xi took a nap, got up, washed his face, changed his clothes, went down Yunmeng Mountain, and walked all the way east.

Five miles away from the mountain, there is a town called Longjiang, which is the north-south transportation artery, with developed commerce and trade, and a market for immortal cultivators.

Ning Xi didn't want to waste time on the road, so he pinched a seal, and in just a few breaths, he arrived near Longjiang Town.

He flashed out of the ground and strode into Longjiang Town.

"Water spinach, selling water spinach, a small bundle of copper shells, great value for money!"

"The wharf urgently needs a group of workers to carry grain, fifty copper shells a day per person!"

"The newly cooked chive meat bun has thin skin and tender meat, excellent taste, and a copper shell!"

"Sea salt, here is a high-quality sea salt from the East China Sea, a jar of two copper shellfish!"

......

There are merchants and hawkers shouting loudly, making the market more lively.

After Ning Xi inherited Yang Tianyou's memory, he always felt that something seemed to be wrong with this world.

It's just that Yang Tianyou has been living in seclusion, even if he inherits his memory, he can't feel that something is wrong for a while.

Today, Ning Xi finally had a deep understanding.

It is now the end of the Shang Dynasty, and there are actually umbrella sellers on the street.

As we all know, the umbrella was invented by Lu Ban's wife in the late Spring and Autumn period.

What's even more outrageous is that the names of the shops on the street are actually written in small seals.

After Qin Shi Huang unified the six countries, in view of the fact that the Chinese characters of each country were different in simple and complex, and one character was polymorphic, in order to unify the national script, he sorted out and created a small seal.

But the little seal is popping up now.

Walking further, Ning Xi's eyes suddenly widened, and he saw a group of men in Confucian shirts.

Seeing them chatting, I pricked up my ears and listened to a few words, and I heard the sentence "not in his position, not in his politics".

These are the words of the Analects of Tabor.

Is this the early incarnation of Confucius?

Ning Xi's head was dizzy, and he continued to walk forward, and he also saw a tofu seller, which was a food that only appeared in the Western Han Dynasty.

"It seems that the world has changed a lot for unknown reasons, and many things are different from the original. Ning Xi walked forward in a daze.

A timid voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Big brother, your purse has dropped!"

Ning Xi looked down and saw that the treasure bag that was originally stuffed in his arms fell to the ground at some point, and he picked it up casually and looked at the little girl who reminded him on the side.

It was a little girl of eleven or twelve, with big black and round eyes, watery, wearing a tattered little dress, and kneeling pitifully in the corner.

Beside her was a grass-swept corpse and a wooden sign with four words written on it: Sell yourself and bury your father!

Seeing that Ning wanted to come, she plucked up her courage and said timidly: "Big brother, can you help me bury my father?"

Now Ning Xi doesn't even have a copper shell in hand, how can he buy a coffin to bury people, he sighed, shook his head, and went straight to the Dongfu Pavilion in Fang City.

To Ning Xi's surprise, the price of the three-grade talisman is not low.

Among them, the price of the demon charm is the highest, 1,400 copper shells per piece, and the disease charm and the town house charm are a little worse, 1,300 copper shells each.

You must know that the monthly salary of most workers is only 1,000 copper shells.

The thirty three-grade talismans painted by Ning Xi sold a total of 40,000 copper shells, and the net profit was about 20,000 friends, which was equivalent to the income of ordinary people for two years.

He turned around and went to the Hundred Herb Hall to buy Soul Nourishing Grass and Qingjing Ginseng.

Ning Xi needs a copper shell of 10,000 friends of the five-grade soul nourishing grass, and a copper shell of 3,000 friends of the ten-year-old Qingjing ginseng.

Ning Xi bought two five-grade soul nourishing grasses, three Qingjing ginseng, and the forty thousand copper shells that had just arrived, there were only 10,000 left.

Moreover, Ning Xi estimated that these elixirs were only enough for cultivation for ten days at most.

Ning Xi bought the medicine and walked outside the market, when he suddenly heard someone greeting him.

"Dao Chief, I see that you have a strange face, and your life has been bumpy, and the old man can give you some pointers. ”

Ning Xi stared and saw a short and thin white-bearded old man sitting behind the fortune telling stall on the side of the road.

He squinted and smiled, and his expression was so cheap that he wanted to take off his shoes and give him a few hard strokes on his old face.

The white-bearded old man stood beside a banner with the words: Criticize yin and yang and break the five elements, look at the sun and moon in the palm;

Side-by-side: Nether God Operator!

"Thank you, but I don't believe in fate, I only believe in man's victory. Ning Xi politely said hello and left.

"It's kind of interesting!" a misty blue light flashed in the white-bearded old man's pupils.

Ning Xi turned back to the little girl, thinking about helping her bury her father, after all, if she hadn't reminded her, she would have lost her treasure bag.

As soon as I arrived on that street, I saw a commotion in front of me.

"Dead girl, didn't you sell yourself to bury your father, Lao Tzu promised to bury this dead man for you," a strong man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, stepping on the corpse on the straw mat, "You don't want to be willing again, specially, are you teasing Lao Tzu." ”

"No, I don't, woo woo woo ......" The tears on the little girl's face were like broken pearl necklaces falling down one after another.

"Dare to talk back!"

"Smack......

The little girl who was slapped by the strong man fell to the ground, blood running from the corners of her mouth.

"Second Master Cheng, please let me go!" The little girl cried with pear blossoms and rain, lonely and helpless.

"Lao Tzu helped you bury your father, but you let Lao Tzu let you go, what do you mean, do you look down on Lao Tzu?" The strong man Cheng Yaotian had a fierce look on his face, "Lao Tzu is your blessing when he sees you, and you should cherish your blessing." ”

It's just that his so-called burial of his father is to let his two dogs dig a pit in the middle of the street and bury it on the spot.

If he did this, the little girl's father would be run over by thousands of carts and trampled by thousands of people every day, and his soul would never be at peace.

This Cheng Yaotian is the son of Lizheng in Longjiang Town, a well-known bully in ten miles and eight towns.

There were many people around, but no one dared to stop them.

The body of the little girl's father was thrown into a dirt pit in the middle of the street like garbage, and the little girl cried and shouted to stop it, but Cheng Yaotian roughly grabbed her hair and ripped it away.

"Don't touch my father's body......," the little girl cried sadly, ignoring the fact that her hair was being pulled and only thought of protecting her father's body.

At this moment, a figure flashed over, and kicked Cheng Yaotian's two dog legs with just one kick.

"Who are you, so bold that you dare to touch me?" Cheng Yaotian stared coldly at the person who made the move.

This person is in his thirties, with a clear face and an extraordinary temperament, and said loudly: "In Xia Jiang Shang, the word Ziya, the number is Feixiong, a native of Hanoi County, Your Excellency is majestic and heroic, Kong Wu is powerful, why embarrass a weak woman who has lost her father!"