Feng Jueyu, who was strolling around, heard the noise at the corner of the street and couldn't help but get closer.
At the corner of the street in the dilapidated city, a man wearing ragged leather armor was selling a pattern.
There were not many people gathered around. Most of them were dressed simply, some even had patches on their bodies. They looked like they were too poor to pay for clothes, but they were bargaining with the stall owners.
The stall owner was holding a wooden scroll in his hand, wrapped in a layer of leather that looked like it was made of some kind of animal skin, and tied with a red rope in the middle.
Maybe someone wanted to buy the drawings and the stall was opened just now. Then business went bad and the stall owner was using red string to re-tie the wooden central axis.
Five or six people gathered around, scrambling to watch. Watching the stall owner tie the red rope again, a god said displeased: "Hey? Don't tie it yet, I haven't seen it clearly yet?"
The person who spoke was a little god, and he seemed to be quite strong, but the stall owner was a god, and Feng Jueyu could tell this at a glance.
As for other people, it seems that they have not yet realized this, and their words are quite rude.
"That's right. Open it for everyone to see. You said there are Dao marks, but we can't see clearly."
"What are you looking at? How long have you been looking at just now? If you don't know the goods, go away. Don't delay my business." The stall owner showed impatience on his face.
"Hey, why are you like this? Everyone is buying it sincerely and they don't even let you look at it."
"That's right, we didn't see it clearly at all."
"Are you still selling it?"
The stall owner was very upset and said, "You can see it again if you want. Bring out one hundred thousand sacred stones and place them here, and I will let you see them."
"How to speak?"
"One hundred thousand sacred stones? You can get them."
"If you can't take it out, I won't show it to you. Don't hang around here."
"Hey, you..."
Feng Jueyu looked around for a long time and found it interesting. He also really wanted to see what kind of artifact pattern was drawn in the scroll. It would make the stall owner so angry that he would have to have 100,000 divine stones to take a look at it.
So, he dragged the crowd in and walked in. Without waiting for the stall owners and little gods to shout, he shouted: "Come on, everyone, give way."
"Who is it? I didn't see anyone else inside."
Feng Jueyu pushed and pushed, causing dissatisfaction among the little gods.
He didn't care, squeezed into the crowd and said: "I need 100,000 sacred stones for you to take a look. Don't you understand what's going on? This means that people can sell their things for at least 100,000 sacred stones. Those who don't have sacred stones will just let them go."
Let it go, you don’t look at it that way just to watch the excitement.”
"Hey? Why are you talking?" A little god accused him dissatisfied.
Feng Jueyu didn't get angry and said with a smile: "What do you think I should say? You can't even tell what kind of cultivation this guy who sells blueprints has? He still has the guts to yell and scream here? He's a god.
Senior, let me tell you, before we watch the fun, could you please keep your eyes open first and not be embarrassed?"
"A transformed god?"
Although the little gods were a little unhappy after being lectured, they were all surprised when they heard Feng Jueyu say that the stall owner was a one-time god.
While the little gods were stunned, Feng Jueyu said with a smile: "Okay, if you can't sell it, don't worry about it. Let's go. Let's go."
The little gods were stunned and unconsciously thought that Feng Jueyu and the stall owner were companions. At that moment, they did not dare to speak and they all ran away in despair.
Once the people dispersed, the street corner became quiet.
Feng Jueyu turned around and hugged the stall owner, clasping his fists and saying, "Brother, can I have a look at the drawings you sell?"
The stall owner looked at him a little dull, and was stunned for a long time before he sneered: "You drove them away, do you want to see for yourself?"
The stall owner looked at him and said: "Haha, they say they are little gods, what about you? Aren't you? You are really good at fishing in troubled waters. You think you have driven them all away. I can be grateful to you, so I will lend it to you.
See it? Stop dreaming, I’m telling you, your tricks won’t work with me.”
Feng Jueyu said in his heart that he looked down on me.
"Brother, it's true that I'm a little god, but I didn't say I couldn't afford it. You're so decisive and want to drive me away. Could it be that you don't want to do this business?"
"You have the divine stone to buy my blueprints? A little god?"
The stall owner rolled his eyes and looked at Feng Jueyu. It was obvious that he didn't believe it.
Feng Jueyu said: "Then it depends on how much you want?"
"One hundred and fifty thousand, not even a single sacred stone is missing. Do you have it?"
"How do you know there isn't one?"
"If you have it, take it out."
Watching every move of the stall owner, Feng Jueyu was very happy. This guy was still stubborn.
But just because of this, you can't just take out the sacred stone and show it to others.
Feng Jueyu smiled and said: "Brother, you are boring. What do you think of 150,000 sacred stones? Do you want to count them? I really look at it sincerely. If the thing is good, I will buy it sincerely, but you can't ask for it.
I’ll give you as much as you want. After you’ve finished looking at the items, there’s still room for bargaining, right?”
Feng Jueyu said, pointing to the little gods dispersed in the distance: "Look at them, they are annoying you endlessly, I helped you drive them away, and I just took a look, you have so little face.
You have to give it to me, right?”
The stall owner crossed his arms and looked at Feng Jueyu, seeming to be thinking.
After about half a cup of tea, the stall owner took a breath and said: "What you said seems to make sense. I can just give you a look. Even if you don't buy it sincerely, I will admit it. Just take a look."
With that said, the stall owner, who was very talkative, untied the red rope and opened the scroll.
He did not hand it to Feng Jueyu, but took it himself and let Feng Jueyu take a look.
Just one glance, and soon, the stall owner pointed to a small copper bell drawn on the drawing and said: "See, there is a Dao mark here, which means that after this artifact is refined, there will be Dao marks, which is better than ordinary ones."
The divine weapon must be more powerful, do you understand?"
As he spoke, the stall owner put the scroll back with a swipe.
But Feng Jueyu only had a rough look.
What was drawn in the middle of the drawing was a bronze spiritual bell, and there were four characters on the drawing, as well as four very complicated paragraphs of text. He only glanced at it. The upper left corner said the refining method, and the lower left corner said "Refining".
He didn't see clearly the names of the materials needed for the artifact, and he didn't know what he remembered in the upper and lower places on the right.
At this glance, Feng Jueyu looked depressed, and said with a bitter smile: "You closed it too quickly, I didn't even see it clearly."
Stall owner: "Bring out 150,000 low-grade sacred stones and I'll let you take a good look at them."
When Feng Jueyu heard this, he didn't take the bait at all and just asked: "Okay, if you don't let me see it, it's okay for me to ask. This drawing of yours is the refining method of a spiritual bell artifact. After it is refined,
, there will be marks on the artifact, right?"
"That's right."
Feng Jueyu nodded, recalling in his mind an article from some ancient books about the divine world that he borrowed from Yan Ji during the retreat.
That article is about artifacts.
It is said that there are many types of artifacts in the divine world, such as low-grade artifacts, medium-grade artifacts, high-grade artifacts, heavenly artifacts...etc.
There is a certain difference in the power of each level of artifacts due to their level.
However, there are differences between artifacts of the same level, that is, some artifacts have Dao marks and some do not.
What are Dao Marks?
Take magic as an example. The practice of magic can condense the Tao principles into the magic.
The more principles of a spell, the more powerful it is.
Similarly, Dao Mark is the Dao Principle in the artifact.
In other words, a divine weapon may form Dao marks due to various factors during the refining process.
At certain times, artifacts with Dao marks are much more powerful than artifacts of the same level.
The various factors that determine whether an artifact will have Dao marks include refining techniques, material selection and ratio, ritual enlightenment, etc.
To sum up, there are many opinions on refining artifacts.
Just like the lower realm, the birth of an artifact depends on the craftsmanship of the refiner.
The difference between the divine world and the lower world is that anyone can refine artifacts, elixirs, talismans, etc. The difference lies in whether one can appreciate the essence of refining an artifact.
No matter what, if an artifact contains dao marks, it is definitely a treasure.
The current resources in the Western World are extremely scarce, not to mention the artifacts with Dao marks. Even ordinary artifacts are not available in the hands of ordinary gods. Therefore, the artifacts are in the hands of masters, so they contain Dao marks.
The artifact is particularly precious.
Turning over the information in his memory, Feng Jueyu nodded and responded: "I understand, artifacts with Dao marks are indeed incomparable to ordinary artifacts, but I say brother, you only have blueprints, one piece
Drawings, you ask for 150,000 yuan, and you won’t even give me back the price?”
The stall owner said: "What price? Although this is just a blueprint, if a divine weapon can be refined, it will be priceless. It is no exaggeration to say that it can be sold for less than one million, but it is still worth eight hundred thousand.
Let me tell you this, if I hadn’t been desperate, I would never have sold it. I would refine it myself, wouldn’t it be delicious?”
Feng Jueyu smiled and said: "The thing is yours, you can say whatever you want, but how do I know whether I can refine the artifact? What if I can't? Even if I can, what if the artifact that is finally refined does not have Dao marks?
?”
After hearing this, the stall owner sneered and said: "When I heard you say this, I didn't understand. Is that Dao mark so easy to refine? You didn't see it just now. The pattern on the drawing is alive."
"Alive?"
"Nonsense, otherwise how do you think the Dao Mark is refined? This blueprint itself has a Dao Mark sealed, but you have to recite the chant during the refining process to encourage the Dao Mark to be integrated into the artifact."
After the stall owner finished speaking, he waved his hands in annoyance and said: "Yes, yes, yes, I won't explain it to you anymore. You can't understand it at a glance. Why am I telling you so much? Just leave, you poor man."
Feng Jueyu was happy after hearing this. It seemed that the stall owner really thought he was a poor man.
But that's right. How many little gods can produce 150,000 sacred stones at once?