"It's almost done, let's give it a try." The old man reminded Zheng Qing as he watched the flame slowly extinguish.
Zheng Qing looked at him blankly and thought confusedly, how to try on a piece of leather? Aren't all Dharma books like books? Could it be that my Dharma book is special, is it an animal skin scroll?
The leather lay softly in the air, twisted, and rolled itself into a roll of animal skin. After rolling twice, it unfolded again and turned into a piece of skin again.
This skin doesn't seem to like turning into a roll of animal skin! Zheng Qing was startled by his own thoughts.
He felt that he must have lost too much blood and was dizzy.
"What kind of Dharma books do you like?" the old man asked beside him.
Shaking his dizzy head, Zheng Qing tentatively imagined in his mind what his Dharma book should look like.
In mid-air, the milky white leather changed like latex according to his thoughts.
Soft and white cover, blank title page, translucent pages, leather buckle.
Exactly like what I imagined in my mind!
Zheng Qing reached out and grabbed it.
The Dharma book shook and made a clattering sound, as if smiling with satisfaction.
A blood connection spread from the palm of his hand to his whole body. Zheng Qingfu reached his soul, took a deep breath, relaxed his whole body, and slowly fell to the ground.
"A good naked book." The old man nodded appreciatively: "A wizard without imagination is not a good wizard. The richer the details you think about, the greater the potential of your book."
He waved his hand and took the Dharma book from Zheng Qing's hand.
"Are there any taboos?" The old man opened the drawer on the table and laid out a row of scissors, hammers, awls, nails and other tools. He raised his eyelids and asked, "For example, you can't touch silver? Or you are allergic to peach wood."
"I don't know." Zheng Qing shook his head.
"I don't know!" The old man frowned, then relaxed: "Then use brass. Brass has a mild temperament and a good texture. As far as I know, no one has a taboo against brass."
He knocked on the tool box at hand. The copper sheets, copper nails, and copper buttons inside were lined up neatly. They jumped onto the white Dharma book and were flattened and smashed into circles under the old man's hammer.
, turned into staples, turned into inlays, turned into decorations on buckles.
After tapping the last copper wire on the spine of the book, the old man put down the tool in his hand, patted it and blew on it.
"Very good, this little guy has great potential. I'm a little reluctant to sell it to you." The old man twisted his wrinkles, forced out an unsuccessful smile, and handed the book to Zheng Qing.
"What is that black thing you just took from me?" Zheng Qing took the book, his mind was still a little messy. He thought of the black ink drops that the old man used a spell to take away from his chest, and his face turned pale.
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"Isn't it the demon spirit you brought?" The old man put away his unsuccessful smile and said with a displeased look on his face: "First give me the invoice from the front desk."
Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, and immediately handed the green book list to the old man.
"Freshman?" The old man looked at the cyan paper in front of him with wide eyes, and his dark eyes became more and more terrifying: "Are you a freshman from First University? Or are you the kind with a scholarship?"
"Yeah." Zheng Qing blinked, a strange thought came to his mind, and he nodded feebly.
"Then just a golden bean." The old man didn't speak. Instead, he nodded with peace of mind and closed his eyes again: "The public-funded student came into my dark studio because he was interested in that golden bean.
The bottom line is beans.”
Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly.
"Your elf just pulled a few of my hairs." He took out those shiny little things from his coat pocket, handed them to the old man, and said doubtfully: "You gave me these things."
"They usually only pull two threads from the customer's body, or take off a button. They are rarely so rude." The old man stretched out his little finger, picked up a small crystal with his long nails, and brought it up to look at.
"It's not rude." Zheng Qing thought about those exquisite little beauties and changed his words: "At most, it's a bit unruly."
He was a little worried that the old man would deal with those elves.
"It's not bad. It seems they really like you, and what they give you is not glass shards." The old man's tone was full of smiles: "In the past, they asked for souvenirs from guests, and at most they gave you a little glass shards. You have all these.
It's good jade chips and a good stabilizer in the laboratory. It's much more valuable than a golden bean."
Zheng Qing licked his dry lips and tightened the milky white wizard's book in his hand.
He really wanted to invite those elves to pick out his hair again. Maybe after two more rounds, his living expenses for the school year would be covered.
But this shameful thing can only be thought about after all.
After walking out the door with weak steps, Thomas was already waiting not far outside the bookstore.
Seeing Zheng Qing's pale face and sloppy steps, and hearing his general experience, he couldn't help but shake his head and said: "Old Payne is so messy, how can he use the blood refining method to refine the wizard's book for you?"
"Is this very dangerous?" Zheng Qing's eyes turned dark when he heard some of the sensitive words.
"That's not true," Thomas explained with a sidelong glance at Zheng Qing: "On the contrary, the wizard's book obtained through such sacrifice has a good effect on spells and has strong growth potential. It's just that you are just a public-funded student.
, I shouldn’t be treated like this no matter what!”
"Maybe he recognized the wrong person." Zheng Qing recalled the situation when he entered the store, feeling a little unsure.
"It's very possible, it's also possible that he was happy to see Hunting. Old Penn is famous for doing whatever he wants." Thomas took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a bright red pill, and stuffed it into Zheng Qing's mouth.
: "It's a blood replenisher, eat it. Otherwise, I doubt you will pass out on the ground after taking a few steps. The interviewer is really not what I should be doing, he is just a male security guard."
He patted his Dharma book and left a water ball next to Zheng Qing's mouth.
When the red pill entered his mouth, Zheng Qing chewed it hard for a few times, then took a few mouthfuls of the water ball in front of him and swallowed it.
Wiping his mouth, a burning feeling surged from his stomach to all parts of his body.
His face felt hot, and his lower body even felt a little swollen.
"Is this for blood replenishing? It feels so weird!" Zheng Qing crossed his legs in embarrassment and fanned the wind with his brand-new Dharma book, trying hard to convince himself that his blush was due to the surge of blood.
"You already knew how to prepare it when you were sophomores." Thomas grinned maliciously and said with a smile: "For many sophomores and juniors, this little pill with no side effects can be used in many places! Of course!
, provided you can pass the freshman exam."
Zheng Qing really couldn't ignore Thomas' teasing, and his face turned even redder.
It’s not me who said such shameful things, why am I blushing!