Su Ming, who had finished refining weapons for the day, dragged his tired body along the T-shaped streets of Xifang District.
Shops on both sides of the street began to close.
Su Ming observed carefully as he walked, and finally discovered an unusual change in this street.
"Lingmi shops are all closed."
Su Ming frowned slightly.
Sure enough, no monk is a fool.
The casual cultivators who were running the Lingmi business died one after another, making other Lingmi shop owners realize that if they continued to sell Lingmi, they would be in serious trouble.
"Well, there is another one?"
Su Ming raised his head and looked at the bustling Lingmi shop.
This Lingmi store is much larger than the store that Su's father and Yang Laoliu once opened, with five storefronts in a row.
As a large number of Lingmi shops have closed down, the business of this shop called Sihai Lingmi Pu is extremely prosperous.
Even when night falls, there are still a large number of casual cultivators gathering in the Sihai Lingmi Shop to buy spiritual rice. The clerks in the shop are busy and enthusiastic.
After looking at it twice, Su Ming shook his head and left.
Return to shop No. 19, T-shaped.
Su Ming closed the door and went upstairs to start busy with his own affairs.
Today, I disassembled the newly refined Azure Light Sword again and gained some strengthening points.
"Strengthening Points: 3".
Looking at the information in his mind, Su Ming patted the storage bag and took out the Turtle Spirit Shield.
As soon as the Turtle Spirit Shield got out of the storage bag, it started to spin around Su Ming like a swimming fish.
It took three months for Su Ming to finally master the art of expelling objects. Although it was not comparable to the monks who had been practicing this method for many years, there was still no problem in controlling the turtle spirit shield and making it move according to his thoughts.
If you can master the art of dispelling objects to this extent, it is generally enough.
Because the essence of exorcism is to drive the magic weapon.
In this process, the key is not the drive, but the magic weapon, especially when the monk has spiritual consciousness.
With the same level of cultivation, no matter how proficient you are in the art of dispelling objects, you can't beat a monk holding a first-level high-grade magic weapon with a first-level low-grade magic weapon.
Su Ming gently pressed the palm of his right hand on the small round shield. A cold, solid texture came from where he started.
"I found a first-level medium-grade magic weapon. Do you want to strengthen it?"
The reminder sound in my head finally sounded.
Sure enough, 3 strengthening points are finally enough!
Su Ming's eyes flashed with joy.
Then he thought silently in his mind: "Strengthen!"
The golden light flashed on the turtle spirit shield, and immediately, a thicker and more solid feeling was transmitted from the turtle spirit shield.
As the owner of the Turtle Spirit Shield, Su Ming could even feel that this small shield, which was only five inches in diameter, gave off a heavy feeling.
"Is it because my cultivation is not enough to drive it?"
Su Ming secretly guessed.
Why are usually only monks in the late stage of Qi training using first-level high-grade magic weapons?
In addition to the fact that monks are strapped for money in the early and middle stages of Qi training, there is also the factor that their cultivation is not enough to support first-level high-grade magic weapons.
Su Ming drove the Turtle Spirit Shield and clearly felt that the consumption of true energy had increased several times.
"At this consumption rate, I can only sustain one cup of tea at most."
Su Ming silently estimated in his mind, "This is without being attacked by the enemy. If I am attacked by a strong enemy, I may be exhausted in a few rounds."
Su Ming raised his head: "It seems that the Turtle Spirit Shield must not be used easily until there is a critical moment."
After strengthening the magic weapon, Su Ming didn't want to waste the Qi-nourishing pill he took in the morning, so he quickly closed his eyes and started practicing.
The next day.
Su Ming was awakened from his trance by the noise on the street.
He frowned and opened his eyes. He originally wanted to open the window to check, but thinking of the spiritual consciousness he had just mastered, he was so happy that he stuck his spiritual consciousness out of the window.
Unfortunately, Su Ming had just broken through the fourth level of Qi training, and the detection range of his spiritual consciousness was only ten feet in radius.
Leaning out the window not far away, I could only vaguely see a large number of people gathering on the street, and I couldn't detect anything.
Shaking his head, Su Ming stood up, opened the window, and looked downstairs.
I saw a large number of people gathering towards the east side of the street.
Even if Su Ming was standing on the second floor, he couldn't see clearly what was going on.
Hesitate for a moment.
Su Ming decided to go downstairs to find out more.
For more than two years, Su Ming had almost turned a deaf ear to the outside world in order to learn how to make weapons. If Mr. Gong hadn't warned him, he would have thought that someone was trying to take away the Su family's fortune from him.
Now that he has finally established himself in Qingshuifang City, it is time to learn more about Qingshuifang City.
Otherwise, you can only make random guesses when encountering a situation.
If your cultivation level is high, it's okay. If your cultivation level is low and you make wrong choices due to lack of information, then disaster will be imminent.
Su Ming just walked out of the door.
I happened to bump into Gong Lao and Gong Xiaocai who had just gone out.
Gong Xiaocai was working as a handyman in a store recently, and her life was boring. Now when she saw the excitement on the street, she was more excited than anyone else, and she insisted on dragging Gong Lao to watch the excitement.
Mr. Gong couldn't resist her, so he could only be dragged out of the store by her.
"Brother Su Ming, are you out too?"
When Gong Xiaocai saw Su Ming, she immediately greeted him familiarly.
Su Ming smiled and nodded to her and Gong Lao, and greeted him with his hands raised: "Gong Lao, Xiao Cai."
Mr. Gong smiled and nodded in response.
"Mr. Gong, what happened?"
Su Ming inquired.
"Have you heard of Sihai Store?"
Su Ming nodded.
Both are shops on the T-shaped street that deal in the Lingmi business, but the business of Sihai's shop is much larger than that of Su's father and Yang Laoliu.
Yesterday, he passed by Sihai Lingmi Shop and saw a lively scene in the store.
"Mr. Gong, what happened to Sihai Lingmi Shop?"
"Yes, a man from Sihai Lingmi Shop died yesterday when he went out to buy goods from the market!"
Mr. Gong's voice was low, "This time it's not a monster, it's someone who killed him."
Hearing this, Su Ming's face was as dark as water.
He immediately sent a message with his spiritual consciousness to test: "The Zhang family of Shangyang acts so domineeringly, aren't they afraid that the casual cultivators will share the same hatred with the enemy?"
Mr. Gong took a deep look at Su Ming, shook his head and said, "Don't get involved in this matter."
Gong Xiaocai has no spiritual consciousness. When she saw Su Ming and Gong Lao, she immediately stopped talking. She guessed that they must be communicating with their spiritual consciousness, and immediately raised her mouth and said: "Humph! It's mysterious."
The three of them walked together, heading in the direction of Sihai's store.
at this time.
The body of the man who died yesterday was covered with a white cloth and parked in the middle of the street.
The casual cultivators and shopkeepers who were coming and going all stopped in front of Sihai's shop, looking up.
For a time, the entire T-shaped street was blocked.
But the excitement didn't last long, as the inspection team from Qingshuifang City rushed over.
The patrol team of Qingshuifang City is responsible for the security patrol of Qingshuifang City on weekdays, and its role is somewhat similar to that of ordinary police officers.
"Give way, give way."
The patrol team in Qingshuifang City all wear blue casual clothes with a pattern of ink clouds embroidered on the chest.
Among them, the leader was a middle-aged monk.
This man has a broad face, a tall figure, and looks upright.
Su Ming didn't know his name, but he only knew that his surname was Wu, and that he was the supervisor of the patrol team responsible for the security of the entire Dingzi Street.
The patrol team separated the crowd, and Manager Wu strode along the human-shaped passage towards Zhou Haihai, the owner of Sihai Store.