Chapter 8 Ideas

"Uncle You're not knowing, in the Demon Spirit Sect, there is something called 'eye', every disciple who completes the corresponding task will get the corresponding 'eye', the eye can be exchanged for spirit stones, and can also be exchanged for magic weapons, exercises and other cultivation resources, and repairing the small thousand hundred spirit map is a big task for my master. Xiao Radish didn't have the slightest reservation, and said truthfully to Ning Chen.

"If this mission fails, at most you won't be able to earn this, and you won't be distressed. Ning Chen then asked.

"The main reason is that every ten years, the disciples with the largest number of eyes of the Demon Spirit Sect can step into the ancient void cave for a year of retreat, where there is not only the peerless learning of the Demon Spirit Sect, but also the ancient aura that can be absorbed, so that the cultivation can be greatly increased, and now it is less than a year away from the ten-year period, my master Bai Xinyao and the chief inner disciple of the Demon Spirit Sect, the Black Crow King Du Ziran, are equally numerous, and these twenty eyes are very likely to determine the outcome of the outcome. The little radish squeezed his eyebrows and said, it was obvious that when he mentioned the black crow king Du Ziran, his face was full of unhappiness.

This is understandable, Du Ziran, the chief disciple of the Demon Spirit Sect, can be said to be the dominant family, and he wantonly collects the cultivation resources of the Demon Spirit Sect.

Ning Chen didn't care about the restoration of the mural and the Black Crow King, he was only on the second floor of condensation now, and the battle between Bai Xinyao and Du Ziran was a fight between the immortals, and it was better for him, a mortal, to stay away.

Only sighed silently in his heart, just an ancient void hole with ancient aura, let the two inner disciples break their heads, and the little thousand spirit world in his arms is full of excellent ancient pure aura.

Thinking of this, Ning Chen's heart was difficult to calm down, and he just secretly warned himself to be low-key, low-key...... Now the most important thing for me is to strive to gain a firm foothold in the Demon Spirit Sect and get as many spirit stones as possible for cultivation, the purpose is simple and practical.

After walking a few more steps, when Ning Chen passed by the painter Xu Anxuan, he saw that Xu Anxuan was constantly brushing his beard, his brows furrowed, obviously running into a problem.

In this regard, Ning Chen only bowed slightly to Xu Anxuan to show his courtesy to the master of painting, and then walked away without the slightest entanglement, let alone the slightest admiration because the other party was a famous painter in Lin'an City.

After crossing the covered bridge and passing less than a cup of tea, Ning Chen and Xiao Radish stepped into the Hanxin Building one after another.

Due to Bai Xinyao's recommendation, joining Fu Lang Pavilion was quite smooth, and there was almost no difficulty, and the reason for this was that this Fu Lang Pavilion was a dispensable and insignificant place in the Demon Spirit Sect.

The main job, which is to frame some paintings, or repair the damage of the mounting, is simple at the same time, and the income is also extremely meager, only one or two broken spirit stones per month.

Sitting in the corner of the hall of the studio, facing the broken paintings on the desk, Ning Chen did not complain at all, but began to repair one painting after another wholeheartedly.

As the sun sets, the golden sunlight shines on the pavilions and pavilions of the Demon Spirit Sect, giving people a sense of quiet and peacefulness, and although the early autumn breeze is a little cool, it makes people feel refreshed.

Ning Chen, who walked out of the painting field, could not hide the tiredness on his face, although repairing the painting was not a physical work, but it was extremely energy-consuming, however, Ning Chen did not complain at all, having an identity in Fu Lang Pavilion meant that Ning Chen had the qualifications to stay in the Demon Spirit Sect permanently.

Returning to the wooden house and slowly sitting on the wooden chair, Ning Chen carefully took out an oiled paper bag from his arms, and after unfolding it, there was a chicken leg inside.

This is exactly the lunch provided by Fu Lang Pavilion for free, and Ning Chen has not been willing to eat this chicken leg until now.

Looking at the fat and tender chicken legs, Ning Chen couldn't help swallowing two mouthfuls of saliva, at the beginning in the Hou Mansion, a chicken leg was definitely a luxury for Ning Chen, even in Qingxin Temple, being able to eat a bowl of somen noodles was a delicacy in the world, not to mention meaty.

There was no longer the slightest pause, grabbing the chicken leg and Ning Chen began to eat it in a big gulp, not even letting go of the bones.

A chicken leg went down to his stomach, Ning Chen only felt that his stomach was empty, and there was a hint of satisfaction, and his tired body gradually gained strength.

Then Ning Chen got up and picked up the books on the shelves, and began to read them with fascination, being able to have so many books that he had never spent time in made Ning Chen feel like a treasure.

In this way, half a month passed.

Except for going to Fu Lang Pavilion from time to time to repair paintings, Ning Chen almost stayed at home, either concentrating on reading books or cultivating with concentration, but his cultivation was only barely reaching the midstream level of the second layer of condensation, and it was not fast.

"If you can have enough spirit stones to enter the Little Thousand Thousand Spirit World, you will have almost reached the third layer of condensation now, right?" Ning Chen sighed in his heart.

As long as he reaches the third layer of condensation qi and can control the battle talisman, even if Ning Chen has the ability to protect himself, he is no longer a poor scholar who is powerless.

Taking a deep breath, Ning Chen slowly turned his gaze to the desk, where the materials needed to make the medical talisman were placed.

The rune paper is no longer the bright yellow paper used in the first layer of condensation, but is made of ground silk, like silk, but it is much more expensive than silk.

In addition, there are some precious medicinal materials, such as purple ginseng, condensing grass, etc., all in all, Ning Chen can only make five hemostatic talismans in exchange for the materials obtained by taking a broken spirit stone.

For Ning Chen, the cost is not ordinarily high.

"Now that he has become a penniless pauper, it depends on this time if he can earn spirit stones. Ning Chen looked at the miscellaneous materials in front of him, muttered to himself, and kept recalling the understanding of hemostatic talismans in his mind these days, and he also wanted to add pallidrome penmanship to enhance the effectiveness of the talisman.

Closing his eyes slightly, reciting the heart purification formula a few times, and calming his heart completely, Ning Chen began to grind the herbs he bought into powder with a small stone mill, and purple ginseng into the spiritual spring water to boil.

After an hour of busyness, in front of Ning Chen, three dishes of runic ink had already appeared, purple, green, and red.

Then Ning Chen didn't stop for a moment, picked up the bronze rune paper like silk, dipped it in rune ink, injected it with aura, and began to draw quickly on the rune paper.

Every stroke is full of strength, the aura injection is just right and impartial, and the brushwork lines are even more beautiful.

After a cup of tea, a three-color hemostatic charm was drawn by Ning Chen, which looked complicated and mysterious, like a painting full of artistic conception.

In order to hide the purple paladigraphic brushwork, Ning Chen also drew more than a dozen useless purple lines as a camouflage.

Putting this hemostatic talisman in the palm of his hand, the complicated lines reflected bursts of brilliance in the sun, and Ning Chen's face finally showed a touch of joy.

Just this hemostatic talisman can be sold for a broken spirit stone, which is almost equivalent to five times the profit, which is exactly the higher the level of the talisman, the more income the talisman will have.

Carefully putting the hemostatic talisman aside, Ning Chen picked up his usual jade pen again and began to draw the next hemostatic talisman.

It wasn't until the sun had begun to turn west that Ning Chen finally had five more hemostatic talismans in his hand, each of which was like a beautiful picture.

And after using the hollow penmanship, the effectiveness has been greatly improved.

Putting these five hemostatic talismans into the cloth bag, Ning Chen then folded an ordinary talisman paper into a paper crane, and then released it in the direction of the ink cloud.

"Uncle Shi, you are looking for me. ”

After about a cup of tea, the little radish appeared at the door, and then walked to Ning Chen's side with his calves.

"Do you know where the Demon Spirit Sect's medicine shop is?" Ning Chen asked.

"I've been in the Demon Spirit Sect for more than a hundred years, how could I not know that it's in the back mountain. Little Radish felt good about herself.

"In that case, let's go over. Ning Chen said, then simply cleaned up and walked out of the house.

As the sun set, Ning Chen was walking on the mountain road back, the whole person was already depressed, and the little radish less than three feet tall on the side was also drooping his little head, listless.

The reason is that in the medicine shop, there are too many people selling hemostatic talismans, and the supply is completely oversupply, and the shopkeeper of the medicine shop is Di Bai, a disciple of Du Ziran, who naturally can't look at Ning Chen.

In the end, the five hemostatic talismans that Ning Chen carefully made were only sold for four broken spirit stones, which was one less than the market price of Lin'an City.

"Di Bai, that old horseman, is clearly making things difficult for us, and you have a broken spirit stone that has been blackened, it's really damned!" Little Radish clenched his little fist and said with a face full of anger.

"It doesn't seem to be going to work to make money by selling hemostatic charms, so you have to think of other ways. Ning Chen's brows furrowed, and he kept thinking.

"Yes, there are more than a hundred guys who can make hemostatic charms in the Demon Spirit Sect, and we have no advantage in competing with them, so we must find a profession that others have not thought of, and can give full play to Uncle Shi's strengths. Little Radish pinched her little chin, her little eyes rolling in her sockets.

"Huh, there is!" Little Radish suddenly smashed his palm with his little fist, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

"What do you kid have in mind?" Ning Chen asked curiously.

"Uncle Shi, what do you think, what is the most tempting thing in this world? Naturally, it is a beauty, Uncle Shi, you are good at painting, and you have reached the second layer of condensation, why don't we make beauty psychedelic talismans?" Xiao Radish pulled the sleeve of Ning Chen's coat and said with a lewd smile.