I will survive with proficiency

After bidding farewell to Ding Liu, Chen Ping continued to walk around the whole city, and had a clearer idea of ​​the environment and layout of the whole city.

I figured it out in my mind:

‘If you encounter danger, which way to go to quickly evacuate. '

'If you encounter someone who robs you, which area is most likely to lose your tail. '

'Which alley is the most secluded. '

'...'

After sorting out these problems, Chen Ping started to sell the talisman skins.

He first found a corner where no one was around, and gave himself a set of 'Bone Removal and Shape Change' to make sure that he didn't recognize himself before returning to the stall street.

The intersection with the best traffic has long been occupied by people, and Chen Ping only found a location with relatively good traffic.

'It seems that the next time we set up a stall, we have to come earlier. '

After Chen Ping chose the location, he spread a layer of animal skins on the ground, and briefly shook hands with the cargo owners on both sides as a greeting.

Then put the talisman skins, after thinking about it, to be on the safe side, only 16 pieces were placed.

It will be much safer to sell in batches like this.

Then wait for the arrival of business.

"Fellow Daoist, how do you sell this rune skin?" Not long after, a white-haired monk squatted in front of the booth.

The joy in Chen Ping's heart almost appeared on his face.

This is his first sale.

It was also the first time a monk came to ask for a price.

The first time is always exciting.

Chen Ping restrained his emotions and said calmly:

"1 low-grade spirit stone and 8 pieces, no gold and silver."

"Only 8 pieces? Isn't this too expensive for you? How can there be such an expensive rune skin?" The white-haired monk was very dissatisfied, got up and left.

Chen Ping was disappointed, but he didn't hold back at all.

He had some confidence in his talisman skin.

Before setting up the stall, he was not just wandering around the market, but inquired about the selling prices of other stall owners' talisman skins.

Most of them are concentrated in 1 Lingshi 9-13.

Although Chen Ping's rune skins were produced during the process of liver proficiency, they are all carefully selected high-quality products, and his rune skin proficiency has already reached 'Fu Skin (Proficient): 1/1000'.

Master Qi may not be able to match this level of 'proficiency'.

Chen Ping carefully looked at the talisman skins of other stall owners, and the quality was quite different from his.

You must know that the quality of the talisman skin is directly related to the success rate of the talisman drawing, which is a very important raw material.

Good stuff, no need to sell at a lower price.

After a while, another monk came over.

"Fellow daoist, how do you sell this talisman skin?... Hey, it's thin but not soft, the medicine soaked and the craftsmanship are of high quality, fellow daoist, it's not easy." The monk praised.

Chen Ping picked up a piece of skin:

"From a friendly point of view, this is a product from a master. The thickness, uniformity and hardness are just right. How about it? Do you want to buy it? 1 low-grade spirit stone and 8 pieces, that's all."

The monk nodded with the original expression, and shook his head again: "The talisman skin is a good talisman skin, but it is a bit expensive. This monk can't draw high-end talismans for the time being, it's a pity, a pity."

Chen Ping: ...

...don't buy the half-day you talked about.

"..."

Just like this, I set up a morning booth and received many monks, but they all lamented that it was too expensive.

In the eyes of these monks, good talisman skins match high-end talismans, and they can't draw high-end talismans for the time being.

So after one morning, not a single talisman skin was sold.

This made Chen Ping doubt life.

He was extremely confident at first, but now he has to wonder if the price he set is a bit outrageous?

Or, lower it a little?

Just as he was pondering whether to lower the price, another young monk came in front of the booth. The man casually glanced at Chen Ping's talisman skin, then squatted down.

Seeing this person's attitude, Chen Ping was originally hopeless.

Unexpectedly, when the young monk saw the talisman, his eyes sparkled and he was immediately attracted.

"Walking around all morning, I thought there was nothing to gain. I never expected to see the talisman skin I wanted here." The young monk couldn't help but muttered.

He raised his head and said happily:

"Fellow Daoist, how much is this talisman skin?"

"1 spirit stone has 8 pieces, no bargaining price, no gold and silver." Chen Ping is familiar with the road, and has answered this sentence countless times.

"Is that all there is? Is there any more?" the young monk asked again.

Um?

Chen Ping was stunned for a moment.

This is to buy?

Chen Ping couldn't help looking at the young monk in front of him. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with red lips and white teeth, not like a monk, but more like a scholar.

To be on the safe side, Chen Ping still replied:

"That's all, sixteen in total, gone."

"It's a good product, but there are too few of them..." The young monk shook his head with regret on his face: "I want these sixteen, two low-grade spirit stones, right? Here."

bought?

Chen Ping took the Lingshi, and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

This is the first time he has sold goods to make money in two months.

Although there are only two spirit stones, this represents a stable source of income, which is completely different from the previous temporary helper selling meat.

He looked up, and felt that the young monks in front of him had become extremely handsome.

After the young monk left, he polished the shiny spirit stone, and then put it in the inner pocket calmly, as if carrying a hundred million.

Excited!

After the first sale.

Then sell the second lot.

Chen Ping found a hidden corner again, changed his face, and reappeared in Fangshi.

Changed to another stall, and started selling rune skins in the same way.

This time there are 24 pictures.

It was still deserted at first.

In other words, many people ask, but few people buy.

"How do you sell this talisman?" A familiar voice came.

Chen Ping froze for a moment, then looked up.

it's not...

...Is that the young monk just now?

He hasn't left yet.

Chen Ping changed his tone and said impatiently:

"1 low-grade spirit stone with 7 pieces, no counter-offer, do you want it? Oh, buy it if you buy it, don't touch it if you don't buy it, and you will pay if you touch it. Who are you?"

He deliberately quoted a different price, and changed his character, trying to distinguish himself from the previous one as much as possible.

The young monk's eyes were originally shining, but he couldn't help frowning at this moment, but he didn't put down the talisman in his hand:

"You, a monk, can't speak well? Why did you touch it? As long as the skin is good, you will naturally buy it. How many pieces do you have?"

It was Chen Ping's turn to be confused.

Not counter-offer?

1 only seven also buy?

"A total of 21 pieces, 3 spirit stones, do you want it?" Chen Ping said in surprise, and while the young monk was observing the talisman skins in his hand, he calmly took away three pieces.

He originally put out 24 pieces.

"...I want all of them. If it weren't for the quality of your talisman skin, I really wouldn't buy yours. Really, how can there be such a seller?" The young monk took the goods and paid for them, and left angrily.

Chen Ping was calm.

What is needed is a different effect.

The coercion of this young monk is not strong. After a close observation, it doesn't feel like the kind of high-level monk who has restrained his breath. It should not have the ability to control high-end symbols.

It stands to reason that one would not buy high-end talisman skins regardless of cost.

There are 7 copies of 1 spirit stone, and the price is not discussed.

Without frowning.

Casual cultivators in the Eastern District should not have such a bold spending habit, and they have never seen such a number one person in the Western District.

Unfamiliar monks have to guard against it.

After Chen Ping was intercepted and killed by bearded butchers, he realized that not only property is easy to be targeted, but also valuable skills.

Isn't that what he is now proficient at making talisman skins?

If you eat a pit and gain a wisdom, you have to be more mindful.

Watching the young monk go away, after changing faces, Chen Ping changed to the opposite direction this time and started to set up a stall again.

All the last 25 rune skins were displayed.

After selling it for a long time, and sending away several monks who came and went, finally a buyer was ushered in.

1 Lingshi sold 8 copies.

Eight more copies were sold half an hour later.

When there were only the last 9 cards left, the original young monk wandered back again.

Chen Ping: .

After some exchanges, I tentatively asked about the other party's situation, but the other party obviously didn't want to talk more.

Chen Ping didn't ask any more questions.

Among the monks who wandered around in this market, which one is not wearing a visible or invisible mask, it is useless to ask more questions.

Just quoted a price:

"Originally there were eight copies of one spirit stone, but this is the last one. If you want to buy it, the last one will also be given to you."

The young monk paused and said:

"Thank you fellow daoist, you are more generous. To be honest, fellow daoist, I also bought a talisman skin from another fellow daoist just now, and that fellow daoist was really... maddened to death. I bought the talisman skin so well. Temper, don’t let me touch it, fellow Taoist, how can you make such a reason? Really, the more I think about it, the more angry I get, and I can’t find him now, otherwise I have to beat him up.”

Chen Ping: .

you

It is also enough to hold a grudge.

It's been so long, and you still want to beat me up.

Chen Ping agreed without changing his expression.

It even helped to count down for a while.

That fellow Taoist had a bad temper just now, so it has nothing to do with me, Chen Ping.

"I won't let you lose money. I'll give you 15 taels of gold for the extra piece of talisman skin. Is this not a loss to you?" The young monk was polite.

"Fellow Taoist is kind." Chen Ping bowed his hands.

Such people, at least in this city, are rare.

A master who is not short of money.

After the money and goods were handed over, Chen Ping began to close the stall, and today's sales task officially came to an end.

Diagonally opposite his booth, a lively 'teaching' dialogue was going on.

"Have you ever seen it? This is the goal."