Returning to the courtyard, Mr. Chen called out to the two maids who were waiting for him and had not yet eaten: "Ying'er, start your meal quickly. I am so hungry that I can eat a cow."
He shouted loudly on purpose.
Senior Sister Ning and Senior Brother Cui have already established a foundation and are able to live without grains. It doesn't matter whether they eat or not. He is happy with everything.
"Okay, sir, please take a rest."
The cold courtyard suddenly became full of energy and sweet laughter as the young master returned home.
It's time to have dinner.
Chen Mou put a bunch of books in the quiet room in the west room, came out to wash his hands and face, Ying'er and Han'er were already serving food like water, and he saw his index fingers moving. After sitting down, he asked the two women to sit on the left and right, and picked up chopsticks to eat.
Eat dishes and drink wine, feeling so happy and at ease.
After dinner, he went straight to the west room, leaving his maid behind to continue feasting.
The beauty of a woman lies in just the right amount of plumpness, and he doesn't like the skinny texture of his arms.
For example, Mo Fu Na Si likes to be thin and white, it is purely due to different personal aesthetics.
one's man meat is another man's poison.
He brought the book to the cave in another world, untied the thin rope that bound the book, and looked through the broken book that contained a surprise. He found clues in the middle pages that were basically intact. He pinched one of the pages, and saw a line.
The paper of handwritten books is usually made of two sheets of rice paper, which is much thicker than the single paper of ordinary printed books.
Once the magic power has passed, separate the edges of the paper and gently tear it into two halves.
A piece of golden paper that was as thin as a cicada's wings and emitted a faint light was revealed. It was slowly peeled off, and the stains on both sides of the golden tissue paper were washed away, and the tiny characters were faintly visible on the paper.
It was actually the ancients who used a sharp object as a pen to carve out each word and picture.
Fortunately, he is a monk and has outstanding eyesight. How could an ordinary mortal identify the clues on it?
""Lingxi Fire Technique" is a secret book for controlling fire. You are lucky."
Chen Mou grinned.
He felt that it was the blessing he received from his good deeds.
After breaking open the remaining two intact pieces of paper, I got another special golden translucent page, which recorded the second part of the "Lingxi Fire Technique", forming a complete secret book.
Chen Mou brought the page to his nose and smelled it, only to smell a faint musty smell.
He guessed that only three pieces of paper were well preserved and had not been bitten by insects, exposing the secrets inside. These pages should have been soaked in insect repellent and then dried in the sun.
The benefits left by the painstaking efforts of the predecessors benefited this blessed person.
This is a small opportunity that you encounter unexpectedly on the path of spiritual practice.
It took more than a quarter of an hour to read the "Lingxi Fire Technique" carefully. Chen Mou's eyes showed excitement. This secret of controlling fire is divided into three parts: accumulated fire silk, explosive fire rain and Lingxi True Fire. Let's start from the bottom.
, every technique is exquisite.
He is currently able to learn the "Fire Thread Accumulating Fire Thread" fire control technique.
Those who accumulate salary should accumulate firewood in case they are not needed.
He already has the fire control skills of "Flame Technique" and "Threading Needle and Thread" as the basis. What he needs to do now is to use the method of accumulating salary to fuse the three or two fire threads he has condensed into one thread, condensing and retaining it like a sacrificial refining weapon.
Putting a mark on it adds more power to the fire wire and is easy to control individually.
Then it is stored in the fire magic weapon, just like accumulating firewood. This is also the beauty of "accumulating firewood".
When it is used, it can be mixed with ordinary fire wires to attack, which will have the effect of taking the enemy by surprise.
For Mr. Chen, who has many ideas, this method of controlling fire opened a skylight and was tailor-made for him, a cautious person who likes to play it safe.
He can also add a lot of insidious, no, a lot of innovative small changes to improve it.
Therefore, the idea is the most important and determines the way out in the future.
There are not enough spirit stones. He has accumulated more than 1,100 spirit stones. If he buys a fire crystal magic weapon and then replaces the sword, he will probably spend them all. Well, he will be out of money for a while.
It's been a hard life.
Fortunately, he hasn't had to consume any pills in recent months.
The rent will be paid in March, and by then he will be able to earn three hundred spirit stones by selling magic weapons to the Forging Pavilion, so he will have plenty of money.
There is still more than a month left, and the purple smoke jujubes on the cliff can also be harvested, which is another new source of income.
Thinking about it this way, the hard days don't seem too hard.
Mr. Chen, who was unhappy that he had failed to cry, tidied up the hall a little, and began to use the new fire control technique to try out the few wisps of fire he had made. He was prepared for a rainy day, and anything that was not done beforehand would be ruined.
After being busy for more than an hour, I went outside to look at the sun in the sky. It was almost blazing.
Chen Mou returned to the West Room Quiet Room without stopping. After waiting for a while, he traveled to the top of the cliff again. He wanted to continue to observe the stone pillar array and record it in the book every day. After being extracted by the ancient jade, he was extracted from the colorful fire mist. How long will it take to restore the condensed fire?
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The "Seven-Yao Fire" condensed from the essence of the sun has a self-evident effect on him.
He is like a shrewd housekeeper, carefully calculating the harvest of one-third of an acre of land.
By noon, there was no sound in the stone pillar array, and no fire was coming out.
Another disappointing day.
Five days later in the afternoon, while working until the sun was low, Chen Mou came to Fangshi and continued to "observe" the various male and female monks walking on the street from behind to enhance his understanding of the appearance of the "light aura".
Any magical power, if used frequently, will only become better and better with more use, and even new changes will appear.
It has been idle for a long time, just like a once luxurious old house with no one living in it. It is abandoned and it is a pity.
When he walked to the door of Forging Arms Pavilion, Chen Mou restrained his unknown skills, handed over his hands to the smiling clerk, walked to the counter, and greeted shopkeeper Hong who looked him up and down with a smile.
"I haven't seen you for more than twenty days. Brother Mou has made great progress. I'm glad to congratulate you. It's great to be young."
"Thank you for your good wishes. You are getting stronger as you age, and the longer you live, the younger you become."
Chen Mou picked out the flattery that the old man liked to hear and gave it to him as if it was free of charge.
He hoped that the old man would charge him less money when doing business later, and use his good words to make money so that everyone would get what he wanted.
"Every time I talk to you, I feel a few years younger."
Although Shopkeeper Hong likes Brother Mou to be able to answer his words and speak well, he is not that easy to fool. He has become mature and has learned to observe words and expressions long ago, so he doesn’t need to look at them a second time. He said: "Tell me, I have to take care of you today."
What kind of business is this store doing?"
Chen Mou laughed and said: "I want to change to a better sword. Can you recommend me one or two? The product should be good and the price should be cheap. You know, people are poor but have short ambitions, horses are thin and hairy, and the family is too thin.
There are too many places to spend money.”
"Stop crying about poverty to me. I don't know if you have money or not?"
Shopkeeper Hong waved his big hand to the counter on the right side of his section, and said with a smile: "These are good goods suitable for you. At the Qi Refining Stage, swords can be refined with up to 30% of the magic weapon materials. Anything above that will be wasted."
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"You are so merciful as to give me a price. It's too high. I really can't afford it. I'll give you the sword on my waist."
Chen Mou frowned and said bitterly.
It's easy to spend money but hard to make money. He still needs to buy a fire crystal magic weapon. The price is at least five or six hundred, and even better, it's thousands. Or should he wait a few months before buying the crystal magic weapon?
"It's strange, where have you spent the spiritual stones you earned? You still have the same stuff as before, and you haven't bought anything new. Even if you rely on your strength and go to Qianxiu Tower to have fun every day, you still won't be able to spend all the money.
Bar?"
Shopkeeper Hong said with a very unsympathetic smile.
Pretend, pretend hard!
"The swords displayed at these two counters range in price from 600 to 900. Let's test your eyesight. Within a quarter of an hour, you pick out the most expensive and best sword among them. I will charge you six hundred for the lowest price.
How about giving it to you, one of our own, and recycling your old sword at 60% of the price? I think that's interesting."
There are no customers in the shop now, so shopkeeper Hong made a grand gesture.
Come on, speak on your own merits, it's idle time, we have fought against each other.