Making talismans and practicing martial arts, it was dark in the blink of an eye.
When he was lying in bed at night, Lu Zhong tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
After tossing and turning all night, I finally made it to dawn.
"It's almost time, it's time to get up."
After Wulingmen took over the market, Qingliufang's original market days were resumed, and the market was still held every Wednesday and August.
Lu Zhong had a hunch that there would be a lot of people in Fangshi today.
He is not just guessing out of thin air, but is based on certain facts.
When the Qingyang Sect controlled Qingliufang, the big merchants almost completely monopolized the market, so many casual cultivating families nearby had no choice but to stay away from home. They would most likely come back when the market changed owners and reopened.
Maybe, today will be the busiest market day in Qingliufang's history.
Before leaving the house, Lu Zhong checked his things again.
Thanks to Qingyangmen being kicked out of Qingliufang, he could finally carry his gold storage bag openly.
"I have brought the square table for setting up the stall, and the tablecloth spread on it... I have drawn seven mysterious arrow-avoiding talismans before, a total of ninety-four..."
After counting, Lu Zhong opened the door and went out.
It just so happens that the white fish belly appears on the horizon in the distance, which is the most refreshing time of the day.
At this time, on the green brick road outside the small courtyard, many monks were already gathering from all directions.
They were either pushing heavy carts, driving the pigs and sheep they fed, or carrying bundles of talisman grass towards the busiest commercial street of Qingliufang.
After Qingliu Market was transformed into Fangshi, the number of commercial streets increased from one to two.
The extra street runs north-south and happens to intersect the original commercial street in the center.
In the mouths of local monks, streets are usually divided into southeast and northwest.
Just like where Lu Zhong currently lives, it is Ninghe Lane near West Street.
Following the flow of people, he soon arrived at West Street.
At this time, most of the shops on the street were not open yet, but the flow of people on the street was already very dense.
Some vendors selling breakfast have already started their fire early and are working hard to make the food fragrant in the hope of attracting customers.
When he reached a cake stall, Lu Zhong suddenly stopped.
"How to sell this cake?"
"One talisman for vegetarians costs two coins, and one talisman for meat costs one coin. Which one do you want, Master Immortal?" The person setting up the stall was a mortal. When he saw that it was a monk who came to ask for a price, he quickly bowed down with a smile on his face.
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"Give me two of the meaty ones."
With that said, Lu Zhong pointed out two talisman coins.
"Okay! Please wait."
The middle-aged hawker took the money with both hands and kept expressing his gratitude.
At the same time, he quickly rolled up two meat patties. He was afraid that the immortal would be dissatisfied and added two more tablespoons of meat sauce before handing out the patties.
Lu Zhong took the cake and took a bite, showing satisfaction.
"Your cake is good!"
"Hahaha, I'm not bragging, this Qingliuxu... ah, the best cake making in Qingliu Village is the ancestral craftsmanship of our old boss!" When it comes to making cakes, the vendor's face is full of pride.
At this moment, a female cultivator wearing a goose-yellow skirt ran over with a reproachful expression on her face.
"Dad, why did you come out to set up a stall again?" The female cultivator looked very unhappy, but soon she hugged the vendor again and said excitedly: "Dad, I have some good news for you. Wuling Sect has accepted me as an outer disciple.
, our family won’t have to make cakes anymore.”
"Really, really?" The vendor looked in disbelief, his cloudy eyes filled with moisture.
Lu Zhong watched from the side and suddenly felt that the cake in his hand had lost its taste.
It was such a scene of a loving father and a filial daughter, but it made him feel sad.
This female cultivator looks like she is only thirteen or fourteen years old. She was accepted as an outer disciple by the Wuling Sect, so her qualifications are not bad.
In comparison, Lu Zhong's four spiritual roots seemed shabby.
"It's okay to be miserable, as long as you can cultivate immortality!"
Taking a bite of the cake as if to retaliate, he joined the crowd and continued walking forward.
After a while, a crossroads appeared in front of us.
This is supposed to be the most prosperous place in Qingliufang, with gorgeous lofts built at the intersection.
It is a pity that when the control of Fangshi changed, many shops including Xingwuge were destroyed in the war.
Nowadays, in the bustling intersection, all that can be seen is ruins.
Lu Zhong wanted to set up a stall here, after all, there were enough people here.
But he looked around and saw no one setting up a stall.
After walking a few steps, I saw a sign. It turned out that Wulingmen prohibited setting up stalls here.
"No wonder." Lu Zhong finally understood.
Since he couldn't set up a stall at the intersection, he had no choice but to find another place.
"Let's go to North Street. Wilderness cultivators often enter Fangshi from there. Arrow avoidance charms should be easy to sell."
Soon, the stall was set up.
Just as Lu Zhong had guessed before, there was an explosion of people in Qingliufang today.
Even if the arrow-avoiding talisman he brought was worth twelve talismans, it was sold out in less than an hour.
In this way, a total of one thousand and ninety-two talisman coins were obtained.
Seeing that the flow of people on the street was still increasing, Lu Zhong simply took out the sundries that he had obtained from the three evil cultivators and originally planned to sell them to the acquisition shop. Unexpectedly, they were all sold out quickly.
This time, there is another business volume of nearly six spiritual stones.
"Am I experiencing revenge consumption? Oh, it would be nice if there were more goods..." Lu Zhong thought with some dissatisfaction.
He thought for a while and put the set of talisman-making tools that he had freed up.
Chen Dongyang's set of talisman-making tools was much better than his original set of tools, so the old talisman-making tools were left idle and could be sold at this opportunity.
Not long after, I got fifteen talisman coins.
Now Lu Zhong finally had no goods to sell and had to close the stall.
Seeing that it was still early, he planned to go to the weapon refining workshop to see if he could buy a new magic weapon.
It’s really hard to feel at ease when using a second-hand magic weapon. If the magic weapon suddenly breaks down during a fight, wouldn’t it mean that blood will be spilled on the spot?
The location of the refining workshop is on East Street, because it is close to the dock and has convenient water transportation, so it is more suitable for transporting ore.
Even before arriving at the refinery, you can smell the smell of charcoal fire in the air.
Looking towards the direction of the refinery, you can see a large chimney made of fire bricks, and the smell of charcoal fire comes from there.
When you get closer, you can see a huge building more than ten feet high and covering an area of nearly a hundred acres.
Different from the wooden houses in Fang City, this building is made of stone to prevent fire. Only the top is made of fire-resistant wood as the keel, and then tiles are laid to seal the roof.
A gate was opened on the front of the building, which could accommodate at least two carriages traveling side by side. There was a large solid wood plaque hung at the door, with the five characters "Shengyi Refining Workshop" written on it with gold lacquer and iron paintings and silver hooks.
The sound of hammering was coming from inside.
"Hello fellow Taoist, would you like to order a custom-made magic weapon?" the female intellectual who received the guest said with a smile.
Unlike the Zhike in other shops, the Zhike in the Refining Shop are obviously much kinder to others. This is probably because the people who dare to come here are not poor people, right?
"That's the plan."
When the female intellectual heard this, she suddenly smiled with two dimples on her face, and said with a smile: "Then ask my friend, do you want to bring your own materials to entrust the refining, or do you have our weapon refining workshop to contract the materials for refining?"
"What's the difference?" Lu Zhong asked.
"If it is a commissioned refining, you can jump in the queue and do it first for free, so you can get the magic weapon quickly, otherwise..."
When the female intellectual guest said this, she turned to look distressed, "Fellow Taoist, you don't know something. The orders for contract work and materials are always very full, and the masters in the workshop have a limited output for a year, plus they have to wait.
The refining materials are in place, so when you get the refined magic weapon, the process may take three to five years."
"Ah?" Lu Zhong was really frightened.
After three to five years, wouldn’t it mean that the day lilies are all cold?
Seeing Lu Zhong's surprised face, the female intellectual did not show any expression of disgust, but explained: "There is no way, we Shengyi have been trying our best to increase production capacity. Originally, the production of magic weapons should not be so small, but who calls Qingxi Ling from the north?
There is trouble in the iron mine, and now we can only rely on the ore shipped from Yandang Mountain for emergency response."
According to Nvzhike, unless Qingxi Ling Iron Mine resumes mining, the hot order situation will continue.
After walking out of Shengyi Refining Workshop, Lu Zhong felt depressed.
