Mr. Chen was in high spirits. When it came to making money, he was no longer sleepy. The bitter look on his face was gone. No matter how he pretended to be in front of the old Jianghu, it was useless. He had to rely on his eyesight to make a living.
"Hey, it's so disrespectful. The shopkeeper's righteousness is so shameful."
Chen Mou cupped his hands and smiled with confidence, almost burying himself in the counter that was restricted by the formation to observe.
Shopkeeper Hong said "yo ho" and said with a smile: "I like your shameless energy. Take your time and look for it. It will take a long time and the counter will not collapse under the weight. Why don't you get up on the counter and take a closer look?"
Chen Mou actually recognized the most beautiful sword among the dozen or so swords in the two counters at a glance.
He ignored the little interference tricks the old man used, and there was no way he could play tricks with him.
He climbed up and squatted down, using his spiritual awareness and qi-gazing skills in turns to make it appear that he had used all his skills, so that the old man would not feel at a loss later and had to take care of shopkeeper Hong's emotional satisfaction.
The restrictions set up at the counter will not prevent guests from using their spiritual sense to explore.
After busy performing for more than a quarter of an hour, Chen Mou kept looking at two of the swords, making shopkeeper Hong who was about to watch a joke a little unable to laugh.
"That's it!"
Chen Mou designated a black sword with dark patterns on its body, which was the final word.
Shopkeeper Hong is willing to admit defeat. He still has this kind of grace as an old man, and it is a joy for him. He curled his lips and said: "You must be a blind cat that bumped into a dead mouse, and you happened to be blind. Chenghui Liubai Lingshi, small shop
No credit is given."
He reached out to get the sword and scabbard. There were small restrictions on the sword that he had placed on it.
Strange, where is the flaw?
Chen Mou said with a smile: "Wait a moment, although this sword is the best between the two counters, I want to change it, so I can't let you suffer too much."
He spoke grandly and pointed to the dark red sword placed on the grid in the middle of another counter. This was the fire sword he needed, and its quality was only slightly inferior to the water black sword.
Shopkeeper Hong laughed and gave a thumbs up. The right one is the best, and praised: "Good eyesight! Tell me how you can identify it. I'm very curious."
Take out the dark red sword and the patterned scabbard and put them on the counter.
Chen Mou smiled and picked up the sword with the restrictions removed to admire it, and joked: "If I say that you are fooled, you must be very rude and want to beat someone up."
Getting it right once may be a coincidence, but getting it right twice in a row is a matter of hard work.
Shopkeeper Hong said with a smile: "You know the truth, tell me quickly."
Chen Mou praised a few words of "good sword and good craftsmanship", put the sword into its sheath, took off the sword from his waist and put it on the counter, saying: "Shopkeeper, thank you and Master Zhong for teaching me a lot about identifying minerals, swords
It is the ability of spiritual objects, otherwise it would be impossible to observe the fine details and distinguish the quality of the magical instrument."
After speaking politely, he revealed the answer to the mystery and said: "I don't know when it started. Maybe I came into contact with various weapons and materials in the shop, and gradually I was able to tell the quality of the magic weapon by feel."
The answer is not the answer, just an explanation will be enough.
Shopkeeper Hong nodded thoughtfully and said, "It feels like a unique talent for the weapon refiner. It's a pity that I can't teach you more."
But he believed what Brother Mou said and felt pity in his heart again.
There are some unique weapon-refining skills that he cannot easily pass on to other people except his fellow disciples due to the sect's opinions.
Chen Mou took out the money bag from his sleeve, counted out 420 spirit stones, added the old sword and converted 180 spirit stones, which was enough to settle the purchase of the dark red sword, and tied the new sword on the left side of his waist. , and said thanks.
He was going out for a big purchase today, and he took all the spiritual stones with him.
"Shopkeeper, I still need to buy a fire crystal magic weapon. Could you please introduce me to a trustworthy shop?"
Chen Mou sent a message and asked.
Shopkeeper Hong finally understood what the little guy wanted to do with collecting spiritual stones. Without asking any questions, he wrote a note on the counter, dried the ink, handed it to Chen Mou, and said through a message: "Go to Qizhenfang to find Shopkeeper Gu. .”
It is not easy for young people to break into the market, and it is just a matter of a little effort for him to help out.
Who told him to be pleasing to the little guy, speak nicely, and understand etiquette and rules? There are too few young people like him.
Chen Mou took the note with both hands and said goodbye.
The little tail in his heart fluttered, he seemed to be very popular with old people.
When I came to Qizhenfang, I talked to Shopkeeper Gu for a few words and showed me the bracelet introduction letter from Shopkeeper Hong.
Shopkeeper Gu's attitude was visibly friendly, his smile was warm, and he invited the distinguished guest into the side room to discuss business.
Two quarters of an hour later, Chen Mou walked out of the gate of Qizhenfang and said goodbye to Shopkeeper Gu who insisted on seeing him off.
Too polite.
He spent seven hundred spirit stones to buy a low-level fire crystal bead that could hold and increase spells by 10%. It was fiery red with some orange spots. He used silk thread to wear the bead to his left wrist and pressed it through his sleeve. Press, it’s very solid.
Shopkeeper Gu looked out for shopkeeper Hong and said that he had given him a huge discount, otherwise he would not be able to afford it.
His pockets were almost empty, and his waist was straighter than the arrogant Senior Brother Cui.
It feels so good to look at people through your nostrils!
Of course Mr. Chen only dared to peek at the back of other people's heads with his nostrils from behind. Senior Brother Cui's arrogance of seeking death was backed by tyrannical strength, which cannot be imitated by ordinary people.
He was just poor and happy.
When I returned home, it was just getting dark.
After dinner, Chen Mou came to the cave in another world and spent a lot of time refining the dark red sword to leave the aura and spiritual mark. In the future, if he uses Yuanli to warm it for a period of time, he will become more comfortable in using the sword.
In the same way, the fire crystal beads were also sacrificed and refined.
He still lacks a protective magic weapon, so he asked Shopkeeper Gu of Qizhenfang. The price of a magic weapon that can enhance protection by 10% is around 1,500 spirit stones, which is simply not what he can afford now.
He practices the flame surrounding spell diligently every day, and has achieved some results. He can protect himself from three to five attacks by ordinary spells of the same level. He will make do with it for now, and when he slowly makes money, he will consider purchasing protective magic weapons to make up for the lack of security in his bones. .
Since Fangshi experienced an unprecedented "severe (and) crackdown" last year, there have been fewer bad guys committing crimes on the surface, and the atmosphere in Fangshi has become clearer. Even the monks who patrol the place are much more relaxed.
Playing with the fire crystal beads, Chen Mou returned to the quiet room in the west room, and then walked around to the top of the cliff.
The fire energy in the Stone Pillar Array is more intense than in the cave, and the place is spacious. Except for the bright sun, there is no shade from trees or houses, making it an excellent place for cultivation.
Chen Mou stretched out his fingers and flicked, and two wisps of fire appeared in the air. As he pinched the Fire Jue in his right hand, the two wisps of fire attracted each other, entangled with the fire and burned brightly. They merged halfway and suddenly collapsed.
Chen Mou has been practicing the Fire Control Technique of Accumulating Fire Threads for the past few days, and has seen many failures, and his mood is not disturbed.
After five consecutive failures, he finally successfully fused two wisps of fire, with an energy loss of about 40%. Based on his experience, if the energy loss exceeds 50%, the fusion will fail.
Using the index finger of his right hand as a guide, he carefully introduced the obviously much stronger fire wire into the fire crystal bead held in the palm of his left hand. He breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the fire wire sink smoothly into the bead.
Everything you do is difficult at the beginning, and then it becomes a torturous process leading to proficiency.
Chen Mou has been fusing the fire threads all the time. Most of the time he failed and the number of successes was very few. He was busy until the sun was in the sky and he didn't stop. He collected five good and bad strands of fire threads in the bead. Tomorrow, he will try to refine the fire threads again to strengthen the relationship with the fire threads.
connections between threads.
Using the condensed fire threads as a magical weapon to refine and enhance the power and speed when casting spells is a feature of the Fire Control Technique of Accumulating Fire.
It's just a practice stage at the moment, and I will slowly replace all the previously fused fire wires for a few rounds.
He is extremely interested in things that can immediately enhance his self-protection capabilities.
There was no Qiyao Fire condensed in the stone pillar formation, and it was another day without success.