People are knives and servants, and I am fish and meat.
Lu Zhong recalled the conditions given by Xingwu Pavilion, and felt depressed.
What kind of premium method is the so-called 10% premium?
All the interpretation rights are in the hands of Xingwu Pavilion, so although the conditions given are very generous on the surface, in reality there are pitfalls everywhere.
"Tuk...Tuk Tuk!"
At this time, there was another knock on the door.
Lu Zhong raised his head and saw a strange middle-aged male cultivator.
This man is not shabby-looking, but he is slightly stout as he reaches middle age.
When he saw Lu Zhong, he shook off the water drops on the umbrella, raised his hands and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Lu, can I come in for a chat?"
"What's the matter? Come in," Lu Zhong said.
"My surname is Chen Shaoyan, and like fellow Taoist, I am also a talisman maker."
As soon as the visitor sat down, he reported his origin, and then sighed heavily, "Oh, now all the talismans produced by Qingliufang have been controlled by the three major merchants. If you want to get the talismans, you can only agree.
I don’t know how much profit we, the Talisman Makers, will lose due to their conditions! Today I came to visit Fellow Daoist Lu to invite you to join our Talisman Makers Mutual Aid Association, so that we can all join together for warmth in the future."
"I wonder what the rules of the mutual aid association are?" Lu Zhong hesitated for a moment and did not agree directly.
"Friends, please rest assured about this. We are a mutual aid association without any ties. The purpose of establishing it is to bring everyone together to gain more benefits for the Talisman Makers. There are no conditions for joining or withdrawing!" Chen Shaoyan
He patted his chest and promised.
As if he was afraid that Lu Zhong would be uneasy, he explained it in detail again.
Feeling that there was no doubt, Lu Zhongcai nodded and said: "Okay, let's join in!"
Hearing that Lu Zhong was willing to join, Chen Shaoyan finally had a smile on his face.
"Okay, it's settled!"
"By the way, fellow Taoists remember to gather at Dihuazhou in half a month. The Mutual Aid Association will hold its first meeting there." Before walking out of the door, Chen Shaoyan suddenly stopped again and reminded him.
Lu Zhong sent Chen Shaoyan away, closed the courtyard door, and turned back to the living room.
After thinking about it, he suddenly regretted joining the mutual aid association.
But then I thought about the conditions given by Xingwu Pavilion, and the regret in my heart suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the idea of joining became firmer.
…
at dusk.
Lu Zhong went to Xingwu Pavilion and sold a small part of the talismans he had made.
Then he used the three spiritual stones he had just received and bought a knife of talisman paper, a small jar of fresh pig blood talisman ink, and eight pounds of green hen spiritual rice.
"Oh, things are expensive again!"
Lu Zhong clearly remembered that the same small jar of talisman ink used to cost only fifty talisman dollars.
The same goes for Qinghe Lingmi. One Lingshi can only buy eight kilograms now, but it has always been ten kilograms before.
This is the consequence of being monopolized by large chambers of commerce.
In order to profit from every spirit stone, these chambers of commerce even persuaded the law enforcement team to ban stalls in the name of affecting the appearance of the city, leaving only a nominal stall space in a corner of Qingliufang City.
The reason why it is in name only is that the place where the stall was set up is still in ruins.
"I heard that in Yandang Shanfang City, there is no such bully and domineering chamber of commerce, and the transactions are relatively fair. It would be great if we could settle in Yandang Mountain." Lu Zhong once again had the idea of going to Yandang Shanfang City.
Just to get to Yandang Shanfang City, we have to walk five to six hundred miles of mountain roads, and the journey is full of dangers.
Whether it's wandering monsters or evil cultivators who make a living by robbing people, he can't afford to offend them all.
"I heard before that some caravans are willing to take money to take people to Yandang Mountain. I need to inquire carefully about this matter to find someone reliable, which can also leave a way out for myself." Lu Zhong wrote down this idea and started to get angry.
Cook.
Night falls.
After recovering his spiritual power through meditation, Lu Zhong continued to practice the breathing technique.
Not long ago, with the help of the gray mist space, he finally mastered all the spells, and he was proficient in mobilizing his spiritual power. He thought that if he practiced more, he would be able to learn this spell soon.
…
An hour later.
"……scold!"
As Lu Zhong recited the last incantation, his whole body's breath became very weak.
Under the observation of Qi Wangshu, he found that there was almost no spiritual energy in his body and he looked just like a mortal.
This is the effect of the Breath Condensation Technique, which can converge the breath of the user.
"Phew, I finally made it!"
Lu Zhong was very excited. He spent a lot of time practicing this spell.
After subsequent experiments, the effect of the breath-holding technique was also clearly understood.
Once its effect is blessed on the body, the spiritual power required to maintain it is even smaller than the qi gazing technique using spell casting skills until it is actively removed or destroyed. It is a spell that can be used for a long time.
For some monks who want to hide their identity, the breath gathering technique is extremely useful.
"Well, maybe I can use this to hide my identity and go to the ghost market." An idea suddenly came to Lu Zhong's mind.
The so-called ghost market is actually a secret trade fair held regularly.
It has existed for a long time since Qingliufang was still a market.
The venue is usually not fixed, which has a lot to do with the goods sold in the ghost market. Basically, they are stolen goods of unknown origin or stained with blood, which cannot be sold through normal channels.
Lu Zhong's idea was very simple, that is, he would hide his identity and go to the ghost market, and then sell the Qingyang Jade Mysterious Skill that he had obtained earlier, which would fetch at least thirty or forty spiritual stones.
In this way, he will have a lot more money.
You don’t have to sell the finished talismans at a loss, you can just hoard them and wait for the market.
You can even buy an offensive spell.
…
In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.
After Lu Zhong got started with the Breath Condensation Technique, he constantly corrected his mistakes by replaying his memory in the gray fog space. He had almost mastered this spell. Not only was the success rate of casting the spell over 95%, he could also control the intensity of the spell's effect as he pleased.
Whether it's disguising his breath as a level one of Qi Refining, or condensing it to the level of a mortal, he can do it easily.
At this point, the practice of breath holding technique can finally come to an end.
Taking out a set of gray burqa, Lu Zhong tried it on and found that it was very loose and could hide his figure well.
Remembering that tonight is the opening time of the ghost market, he can just wear this burqa. I believe that with the magical effect of breath gathering, he can definitely hide his identity very well.
When night fell, Lu Zhong left Fangshi with his identity token.
First, he walked towards the north for a while, making sure that no one was following him, and then walked out towards the west.
During the process, he kept holding the fireball talisman nervously, fearing that he would encounter evil cultivators who would rob him of the path.
But soon, Lu Zhong realized that his move was purely unnecessary, because there were many monks who also came from Fangshi, walking in groups on the road, and the evil cultivators probably did not have the courage to rob him at this time.
Judging from the direction these people were walking, they were obviously heading towards the ghost market.