After devouring his meal, Lu Zhong sat cross-legged on the bed and practiced his martial arts.
After the ingested spiritual energy has been refined, it will absorb the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth as usual.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he found that there seemed to be more spiritual energy in his body.
A dozen or so small weeks passed in a row, and my cultivation level improved slightly.
The improvement is not much, but the cumulative effect will be very considerable.
Feeling that his spiritual power had returned to full strength, Lu Zhong slowly opened his eyes.
He opened his mouth and let out a puff of turbid air, and he began to calculate in his mind.
Should he continue to practice breath-holding techniques, or make some Qixuan arrow-avoiding talismans and buy them.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Who could it be? The rent has just been paid not long ago, so they shouldn't be here to press for rent." Lu Zhong thought, and walked to the door from the bed. He just stretched out his hand to open the door, but he retracted it like an electric shock.
Thinking of those blood-stained talismans, he suddenly became alert and shouted softly through the door:
"Who is it? I don't think I've heard your voice?"
"I just moved here. I saw people living here, so I wanted to come and pay a visit." The voice outside sounded after a while, and it sounded very ordinary, slightly hoarse.
After hearing this, Lu Zhong thought to himself that if he moved to Qingliuxu at this time, he might be sick?
After thinking about it, he decided to open the door and meet the other party.
Now that we are neighbors, we will see each other without looking up from now on. This time, I have been rejected. If I need help from others in the future, I am afraid I won’t even be able to ask.
However, there are still some precautions that should be taken.
Lu Zhong held the fireball talisman in his left hand and then stretched out his other hand to open the door.
With a "squeak" sound, the door with a few extra patches was pushed open.
Standing outside the door was a monk who looked like an old farmer. His angular features were tanned bronze, the skin on his face was wrinkled, and there were a few wrinkles on his forehead like knife carvings. He was wearing ill-fitting clothes.
The hem of the linen jacket and trousers, also made of linen, were stained with a lot of mud.
"Isn't this really an old farmer?"
Lu Zhong was shocked by the other party's dress.
Although the old farmer looked like he was just an old farmer, he still did not dare to show any slightness and quickly raised his hands and said with a smile: "I'm Lu Zhong, what should I call my friend?"
"Zhao Lin, named by the teacher in the village." The old farmer said his name and smiled: "But I still like the name given by my parents. Fellow Daoist Lu, just call me Zhao Fugui."
Zhao Fugui...
The corner of Lu Zhong's mouth twitched, but he didn't take the other party's words seriously.
After some polite greetings, Zhao Fugui gave him a stack of blank talisman papers as a meeting gift.
"My family grows talisman grass. I heard that Fellow Daoist Lu is a talisman maker. If you want to buy talisman paper in the future, just come to me and buy it. I will definitely give you the best price!" At this point, Zhao Fugui's eyes lit up.
When I got up, I just had to write "Come and buy my talisman paper" on my face.
"Definitely, definitely!" Lu Zhong said with a smile.
He watched the other person walk to the small courtyard opposite the door, then turned around and entered the house.
Looking at the talisman paper in his hand, it doesn't look like it was produced by a small workshop in Qingliuxu. The surface of the paper is very smooth without any frizzy. The papermaking process is obviously better than the previous talisman paper. It is most likely from a large talisman paper workshop.
"Is it possible that an ordinary person is moving to Qingliuxu at this time?"
Lu Zhong shook his head and did not continue thinking.
Since the other party didn't show any malicious intent, he naturally wouldn't expose it foolishly.
It's better to pretend not to notice, and you can still buy some cheap and good talismans.
…
Time flies, half a month has passed.
Lu Zhong paid no attention to what was going on outside the window, and was immersed in the practice of breath-containing techniques.
I have to say that it is really difficult to figure out the accurate pronunciation of the mantra on your own without anyone's guidance.
When Dekui pronounces it correctly, special visions will appear.
Through this, Lu Zhong can judge whether his pronunciation is correct.
Coupled with the help of the gray fog space, which allowed him to check the memory of the correct pronunciation, after constant attempts and practice, he has mastered the sixth mantra after stumbling along the way.
And this is only half of the entire spell.
If this continues, I'm afraid it won't take half a year to master the breathing technique.
"I miss the recording conch in Shufa Pavilion so much!" Lu Zhong sighed.
Unfortunately, the Shufa Pavilion was destroyed during the invasion of demon cultivators, and most of the spell books inside were stolen.
The voice-recording conch with the breath-holding technique has gone to even more unknown places.
According to rumors, the master of Shufa Pavilion was unable to rebuild Shufa Pavilion and had sold Shufa Pavilion to others.
When he passed by the Shufa Pavilion a few days ago, he saw craftsmen building scaffolding there. It seemed that the successor was really going to start rebuilding, but he didn't know when it would be completed.
As for the opening of the business, that is still far away.
...
Time passed day by day, and the Lantern Festival finally arrived.
On this day, the white silk curtains that had been hanging in every house for a long time were taken down.
Instead, there are lanterns painted with festive patterns.
Lu Zhong also spent money to buy two, lit candles and hung them on the door of the house.
He looked at the lanterns and kept nodding.
"Well, it feels like a holiday."
At this time, the courtyard door opposite was opened, and the old farmer Zhao Fugui came out holding two lanterns.
It seems that he is also planning to hang a light on the door.
But unlike Lu Zhong's red lantern, the lantern in Zhao Fugui's hand is white. There is no pattern on the lantern, just a layer of snow-white lantern paper.
No matter how you look at it, such lanterns don’t match the Lantern Festival.
In his opinion, it was more like sending out funeral lanterns.
Seeing Lu Zhong looking over his shoulder, Zhao Fugui greeted him warmly and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Lu, how did you use the talisman paper I sold you last time?"
"Not bad, not bad." Lu Zhong said truthfully.
The talisman paper the other party sold him was indeed the top grade talisman paper.
So much so that the success rate of drawing symbols has increased slightly.
"As long as you like it, you have to take more care of my business in the future!" As soon as Zhao Fugui mentioned business, he immediately became excited again, like a scalper in heat, which was really hard to resist.
"Definitely, definitely!" Lu Zhong prevaricated, and finally managed to cope with it.
Go back into the house, turn around and close the door.
He peeked outside through the crack in the door and found that Zhao Fugui had brought out two more paper figures, one on the left and one on the right.
The blush is too red and the face is frighteningly white, no matter how you look at it, you are so evil!
"Is this the Lantern Festival, or are you planning to do something special?"
Just after glancing at the two paper figures, he felt panicked and did not dare to continue looking.
"It's so evil! No, I must buy some exorcism charms tomorrow, otherwise I won't dare to sleep in the future."
Lu Zhong made a decision and took out the Fireball Talisman again, holding it tightly in his hand before he dared to fall asleep.