Looking at the result of his sword, Zhang Xuan was stunned for a while.

Although this piece of bluestone is a little smaller, it is also a thousand catties up, and the hardness is chasing pig iron, and it was silently split in half by his own sword!

Zhang Xuan thought secretly: "There should be two reasons for this, one is that the cicada wing sword is sharp enough, and the other is that it is inseparable from the sword on that sword." ”

"However, isn't the sword light only emitted by cultivating to the second layer and becoming an innate powerhouse?"

But think about the birth of other people's acquired realms is all internal breath, and the first genius is transformed into true qi, and ordinary immortal cultivators only absorb spiritual energy and transform it into fetal breath to cultivate their own body during the foundation building period, and mana will be born during the qi cultivation period. And if you have achieved mana at the beginning, you will naturally be able to do what only the innate strong can do, and the sword qi will be released!

"It would be nice to get one or two spells when I could get them. Looking at the remaining two hundred merits, Zhang Xuan secretly coveted, "I don't know if I can learn two hands from Wan'er, but Wan'er seems to have said that she is a sword immortal and only cultivates one sword in her life!"

"Alas, forget it, I'm watching it. Zhang Xuan sighed and let go of his thoughts of scavenging spells from Wan'er.

"There is still more than a month to go until July, and I have to prepare some coils for scientific research. ”

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuan took the cicada wing sword back to Zhihai. I fetched a bucket of well water, washed up, changed my clothes, and went out with my written notebook.

When walking through the front hall, his mother Li was still sewing and mending her clothes, looking at her mother's working figure, Zhang Xuan's eyes were a little sour.

"It's my mother's daily work for ten years that makes me grow up carefree. ”

After fusing the soul of the original owner, Zhang Xuan's feelings were particularly deep, and he truly integrated into this world.

"Mother, the child goes for a walk on the street!" Zhang Xuan came to his mother's side and greeted him.

"Oh, it's Xuan'er!" Li Shi saw Zhang Xuan, and quickly stopped what he was doing, "The exam is about to start, how is Xuan'er's preparation!"

"Mother rest assured, the child has a nine-point chance of being able to go to high school this time!" Zhang Xuan affirmed.

As for not saying ten, first, Zhang Xuan doesn't want to make himself appear frivolous and talk big! Second, who can be sure that there will be no accidents?

"That's good, that's good, since my illness has recovered, my family Xuan'er has become more and more sensible, and she has grown stronger and stronger, which is really blessed by my ancestors! If I can go to high school this time, thank God, I am also worthy of your father and grandfather's spirits in heaven." Li said as he spoke, tears flashed in the corners of his eyes, his hands were folded, and he thanked his ancestors for his blessing.

"How can there be any ancestral blessing, it is your son and I have worked hard to train well. Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes in his heart, but comforted him: "Mother rest assured, the child will definitely be able to be named on the gold list and become a big official, and when the time comes, let the emperor seal you a first-class order!"

"Xuan'er is not allowed to talk nonsense!" Li reprimanded, but his face was full of relief and smiled: "Mother doesn't want to be fateful, as long as Xuan'er can get famous, marry a daughter-in-law, give me a grandson as soon as possible, and be happy for my mother! Alas! Wan'er is such a good girl, it's a pity that my son doesn't have this blessing!"

Seeing that his mother was involved in his marriage again, Zhang Xuan hurriedly said goodbye.

"Don't worry, take the money, buy whatever you want. As he spoke, he took money out of his purse.

"Mother, no need, I haven't used up the money you gave me last time!" Zhang Xuan hurriedly persuaded him, afraid that his mother would not believe it, and took out about one or two silver coins in his sleeve to show the Li family, and the Li family gave up, just asked Zhang Xuan to come back for dinner early.

Walking out of the mansion, thinking about the ** gray sickness on his mother's head that he had just seen with the Qi Hope Technique, Zhang Xuan really wanted to activate the prophecy technique to cure his mother's body, after all, family is the most important! No matter how precious the merits of the Heavenly Dao are, Zhang Xuan will not be stingy!

It's just that the Heavenly Dao merits have been used up when they can't be controlled, and there are still two hundred human merits left, but they are useless! As for the Heavenly Dao merits, Zhang Xuan really doesn't know where to find them?

"It seems that we can only keep an eye on it and see if we can get any panacea!"

However, Zhang Xuan also knew that there was little hope, just look at Zhao Wan'er, if there was really such a miracle medicine, Zhao's mother's illness would have been cured a long time ago, so she still had to take medicine every day like now!

In fact, it's not that there are no pills, but most of them are taken by monks to assist in qi training, and there is too much aura contained in them, ordinary people can't stand it at all, and once they can't stand it, it's fatal.

From the fact that Zhao's mother is still sick in bed, you can know how rare the elixir suitable for ordinary people is!

Walking on the street, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but think of the killer he met a few days ago-Chu Yintai.

"I don't know what happened to him, the ghost god who was offered died, and he didn't react, and he came to trouble himself, but he saved himself from being quiet. ”

In fact, there is no response, the reaction is too big!

That night, after Chu Yintai worshiped the ghosts and gods, he waited for the good news to come, but until dawn, the so-called Hercules he worshipped did not come back, so frightened that he was a fart and urine, and his face was colorless!

In the past half a year of worshipping ghosts and gods, Chu Yintai also has some understanding of cultivation, and now Hercules has not come back, most of them are dead, and those who can kill Hercules must be monks, after all, Hercules can fly!

And no matter whether the monk who made the move had something to do with the poor scholar or was passing by, if he touched the melon and came to the door, he would definitely die!

"Hurry up, hurry up, you dog minions, hurry up for Young Master Ben, look for death!"

After smashing up and venting the fear in his heart a little, Chu Yintai immediately summoned his subordinates, and angrily ordered them to pack up and want to run away.

"Be careful with Young Master Ben, that jade bottle is very valuable, you can't afford to lose it if you sell it!" After roaring, Chu Yintai secretly thought, "Where are you going? Do you want to go to the countryside?" Thinking of the boring life in the countryside, Chu Yintai shuddered and immediately abandoned it.

Then Chu Yintai's eyes lit up: "By the way, Maoshan, I heard that there are people who have attained the Tao in Maoshan, with the genius of this young master, he will definitely be begged to accept apprentices, hehe, when the time comes, this young master will also be a monk!"

"Poor scholar, you wait for me, when the young master and I return from my studies, I will definitely make you look good!" Chu Yintai was ruthless in his heart.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" After packing his luggage, the frightened Chu Yintai rushed to Maoshan with the dream of cultivating immortals, and naturally no one came to trouble Zhang Xuan.

Although it is past Shen Hour (5 p.m.), the summer sunshine is relatively long, so the streets are still bustling with pedestrians, like the last glory before sunset!

Zhang Xuan walked around the street and came to a relatively quiet alley, which was a street shop specializing in selling books and pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the people who came and went were scholars and rich people, so it was relatively quiet.

Zhang Xuan looked at it from beginning to end, and finally chose a bookstore called "Juwenxuan" and walked in, which was one of the three largest on this street, and Zhang Xuan valued its strength. Moreover, generally such a relatively large store has a better reputation.

I saw rows of bookshelves in the bookstore, orderly, and on the shelves were bound books. There are Confucian classics such as the Four Books and the Five Classics, a collection of essays on the answers of those who have been raised in previous scientific examinations, and other books such as Taoist classics, medical books, and arithmetic. Most of them are novels for entertainment, which are called scripts, singing books, etc.

Zhang Xuan flipped through it casually and found that most of them were "The Hundred Schools of Thought", "The Biography of the Emperor of the Great Sui Dynasty", "The Romance of Sui Yong", etc., either singing praises of virtue and the romance of good ministers, or the vulgar plot of Miss Everyone's gift to poor scholars, and scholars getting married after high school.

Even if it is a little new, such as "The Book of Supernatural Events", it is just a small story, and the language is flat and passionate.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuan became more confident in his "A Chinese Ghost Story".

"What kind of books does Childe want, you might as well talk to Lao Yu, maybe it will help!"

At this time, an old man of about fifty years old, dressed in a green shirt, seemed to be the owner or shopkeeper of the bookstore.

Originally, when the old man saw a handsome young student with an extraordinary temperament coming in, he was happy for a while, and the secret business came. didn't think about it, Zhang Xuan picked up a book and looked at it, then put it down, and then looked at the next one, he had read more than a dozen books, and he didn't see any intention of buying it.

When Zhang Xuan heard this, he saw an old man in a green shirt walking towards him, and immediately bowed his hand.

Those who can wear cyan Confucian shirts at least have a reputation for showing off their talents, but they are much stronger than their own white body! In the Dayong Dynasty, book business was not counted as business, because the business of a scholar was not cheap!

Listening to the old man's inquiry, Zhang Xuan replied: "The old gentleman is polite, Xiaosheng is not here to buy books, but has a book that he wants to give to your shop!"

"Oh, that's it, I don't know what kind of script, can you give the old man a look at it first?" the old man frowned when he heard this.

In a bookstore as big as theirs, there are a few people who come to sell their stories every day, but most of them are not very good, and they have no printing value at all, and he doesn't think that the young man in front of him will have any good stories.

"Yes. Hearing this, Zhang Xuan took out the manuscript of the first few pages of "A Chinese Ghost Story" that had been prepared from his sleeve, handed it to the old man, and said: "This is Xiaosheng's clumsy work, please look at the old gentleman, if there are deficiencies, please also ask the old gentleman for guidance." ”

The old man took the manuscript indifferently, sat back in his chair slowly, took a sip of tea, and then began to read it casually.

At first, the old man was quite unimpressed, but when he saw the back, he unconsciously sat up straight, his face showed a moving expression, and the further back he went, the more surprised he became, and he quickly finished reading a few pages.

After reading it, the old man's gaze at Zhang Xuan also became a lot more respectful, and he got up and exclaimed: "Okay, what a good book! The idea is new, the plot twists and turns are bizarre, and it is fascinating! It is really well written, I don't know if it has been written?"

The old gentleman praised it falsely, and the book has already been written, called "A Chinese Ghost Story". ”

"A Chinese Ghost Story, a good name! is very suitable for this book. You want to sell it to our bookstore?" the old man asked expectantly after clapping his hands and applauding.

"Of course, I don't know how much this remuneration is?"

"The book is good, and if the plot behind it is also wonderful, I can give you thirty strokes. ”

When it came to the price, the old man's eyes flashed, revealing his mercenary nature.

It has always been 1,000 yuan, and 30 guan is 30,000 yuan, which is equivalent to Zhang Xuan's salary for one and a half years of copying books in Wei Mansion, and a novel can be sold for 30 yuan, which looks like a lot!

But that's not how the price is calculated, in ancient times, books were very expensive, and a book was at least 100 yuan or more. And a good book like Zhang Xuan's "A Chinese Ghost Story" is very popular, a book of four or five hundred is good to sell, and Jinhua Mansion alone can sell two or three thousand copies, that is, 1,500 yuan, and then remove the cost of manual printing, at least thousands of yuan. Thirty runs, not even a fraction!

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