Chapter 12

Chapter 12

With the departure of law enforcement cultivators, the streets returned to bustling.

Zhou Shu continued to walk forward, but he still hadn't found what he was looking for, which wouldn't make him shrink back.

After passing dozens of pavers, he came to a remote corner, and his eyes fell on a wooden frame not far away.

There are many old sundries on the wooden shelf, among which there is a pen.

This pen is different from the one he saw in Sanyuanzhai. It is much smaller, no more than half a foot long, but it is extremely delicate, with distant cloud patterns, which seems to be floating in the world, but there are several obvious gaps on it, obviously Damaged.

But broken is better than nothing.

Zhou Shu approached quickly, and when he was a foot away from the wooden frame, the noisy surroundings disappeared instantly, and it was as quiet as in another world.

Apparently, a sound-proof and spirit-proof formation was arranged around the booth.

And behind the wooden frame that was originally empty, there was actually an old man. He used a blindfold to block himself before, and he could only see it when he walked into the formation.

The old man half-lyed on the grand master's chair, squinting his eyes and resting his mind. His demeanor didn't look like he was selling things in the market, but basking in the sun in the courtyard.

This stall is full of weirdness.

Zhou Shu thought for a while, and asked politely, "Old man, can I have a look?"

The old man raised his head slightly, glanced at Zhou Shu with rather cloudy eyes, yawned lazily, and did not speak.

"Thank you."

Zhou Shu didn't care either, just took the old man's acquiescence, and reached out to pick up the pen.

The body of the pen is light green, warm and moist in the hand, like jade and wood, it feels a little uneven to the touch, but it also has a good hand feeling, and the whiskers are even and intact. If it is not broken, it is a good pen.

The key is to try spiritual power.

Zhou Shu glanced at the old man. The old man was so far away that he didn't care about him at all.

He laughed at himself, carefully injected a little spiritual power, and suddenly let out a surprised "Huh".

According to his knowledge, when the spiritual power enters the talisman pen, it should reach the tip of the pen without hindrance, so that he can precisely control the spiritual power, guide the talisman ink, and draw the talisman pattern. But now the spiritual power he input seemed to be sucked into the pen body by a suction force, and then formed several tiny vortices, tangled together, and then distributed to the pen tip.

The spiritual power seemed to be filtered, but the filtered spiritual power was no longer stable, but became irritable and uncontrollable, but at the same time it became more powerful.

This feeling is very familiar to him, and he has experienced it many times, because the spiritual power tide in his body is somewhat similar to it, but he never expected that the talisman pen can also produce such an effect.

It's quirky, but also very interesting.

The old man frowned and glanced at him, "Bah! What's the big deal. These are magic weapons that have failed in refining. Want to find treasures from this old man? That's impossible, kid."

He was right. According to the Dao of Talismans, this talisman pen is not suitable for drawing talismans at all. After all, the talisman pen is a channel for the passage of spiritual power, and the spiritual power must be unimpeded. The power is out of control, and the character drawing fails.

It is estimated that this pen made a mistake during refining, not only changed its spiritual power, but also changed it so much that it obviously cannot be used as a talisman pen, so it can be regarded as useless after refining.

"Oh, it looks very unique."

Zhou Shu smiled, put down his pen and picked up another thing, and looked at it carefully.

The old man glanced at him, with a slightly strange expression, and continued to close his eyes to rest, ignoring him.

Zhou Shu pretended to search through all kinds of waste magic weapons, but he kept thinking about that pen in his heart.

That pen may be useless to other people, it is a waste, but to him, it is very different.

He has powerful deduction and calculation. After a period of time, he can definitely figure out the law of changing the spiritual power of the talisman pen. In addition, he has precise and perfect control. Using this talisman pen to draw talismans, the actual effect may be better than other talisman pens. The pen is even better, and the shortcoming of weak spiritual power can be made up to a certain extent, which is even better.

Be sure to get it.

After a while, he carefully picked out a few magic weapons and put them together with the talisman brush, "Old man, how do you sell these things?"

The old man turned sideways, as if he didn't expect that Zhou Shu really wanted to buy something. He stared at Zhou Shu for a while, then stretched out his hand and said, "Five hundred together, medium grade."

"So expensive?"

Zhou Shu was taken aback, the price was far from what he had imagined.

"Is it expensive? I don't understand anything, and I want to learn from others to pick up treasures."

A trace of disdain flashed in the old man's eyes, and he waved his hand, "If you want it, you can, if you don't want it, get out, don't disturb the old man's sleep."

The old man sells things so badly, it's no wonder that there is no one around the stall, which is in stark contrast to other stalls.

But Zhou Shu didn't care about the old man's attitude, instead he smiled and saluted, "I'm ignorant, please give me some pointers."

"The kid still has a bit of humility, which is rare."

After several rounds of ridicule, Zhou Shu remained indifferent, and the old man's attitude became somewhat relaxed.

He stretched out his finger, and a circular object on the wooden frame flew up, hanging in front of Zhou Shu's eyes.

"Boy, I can see clearly that this jade ring is made of third-order Nuanyang jade. Although the refining process is damaged, it is still somewhat useful. It is no problem to do some small things to dispel cold and water. Wearing it for a long time can also warm up your body." .And its material structure has not changed, so it is no problem to use it as a material to refine other magic weapons. Is it not expensive to charge you a hundred middle-grade spirit stones?"

Flying his fingers, Zhou Shu's favorite things floated up one by one, and the old man explained a few words about each discarded magic weapon, which benefited Zhou Shu a lot.

People outside couldn't hear what was going on inside, but they pointed at it.

"It's strange, people also went to see the stall of that old man Wu Ming."

"It must be a newcomer, otherwise, whoever goes there will not be able to bear his bad temper, and things are still expensive."

"Haha, it's not right for you to say that. Wu Ming doesn't specialize in selling things, he just puts them around for fun when he's tired of making weapons."

"Hey, it seems that what they said is quite strong."

The old man Wu Ming opened up his chatter box, and seemed to be unable to stop it.

"This pen, the old man has spent a lot of painstaking efforts. The third-level condensed green bamboo and the third-level smoke cloud grass are refined using a special water refining method. Unfortunately, there was a mistake in the final seal carving. The spiritual power passage inside, the spiritual power ran away, and the talisman pen failed, but it was completely useless. If nothing goes wrong in the end, the finished product is at least a third-order magic weapon, and it is the first time the old man has refined a third-level magic weapon! Unfortunately, it is a pity !"

Zhou Shu nodded secretly. It sounds like this old man is actually a rare craftsman, and he is a craftsman who can refine third-level materials. It is rare in Qingxiafang City, and it is a chance to meet him.

"Thank you for your advice, old man, but I really don't have so many spirit stones, so is it okay to barter?"

Zhou Shu took out the storage bag and put it on the wooden shelf, with some reluctance in his eyes, "I'll just use it for a change."

Without spirit stones, Zhou Shu had no choice but to exchange the only thing worth spirit stones for the purpose of making talismans.

His storage bag is indeed not bad, counting the magic weapon class in this world, it can be regarded as the second level. It looks no bigger than a palm, but there is nearly a hundred cubic feet of space inside, which can isolate most of the spiritual energy, which is quite good.

Although the price of the storage bag is generally much lower than that of magic weapons of the same level, the price of this second-level one is about two to three hundred middle-grade spirit stones.

The old man took the storage bag, his eyes showed a bit of joy, he lowered his head and rubbed it for a while, then poured spiritual energy into it to examine it carefully.

After a while, the old man looked up at Zhou Shu, "That's right, the refining method of this storage bag is a bit novel, but it is worth studying and studying, and it will be counted as three hundred middle-grade items. You can choose three of these things from the old man."

"Thank you, old man!"

Zhou Shu was overjoyed, and quickly grabbed three useless magic weapons, and the talisman pen was naturally among them.

"Wait." The old man said suddenly.

Zhou Shu was worried about the change, so he hurriedly said, "Old man, what's the matter?"

"This green smoke pen..." The old man looked at the talisman pen, and there was a sense of inseparability in his eyes. The green smoke pen cost him a lot of energy at the beginning, and the damage on it was also caused by his anger when he failed to refine it. Deep, some can't bear to sell.

Zhou Shu looked a little nervous. If the old man stopped selling it now, there was nothing he could do.

"Forget it, you go."

The old man sighed and waved his hand.

"Old man, I take my leave."

Zhou Shu felt relieved, turned around and left quickly.

His face was full of joy, the talisman pen was finally available, and the emerald smoke pen was quite unusual, it was very suitable for him, and it would make his talisman making journey smooth.

He followed the way he came back to the residence, but stopped after taking a few steps, and the smile froze on his face.

Not far away, Lao Zhu and two other cultivators were looking at him with malicious intent.