Practice starts with skill points

The city is under the control of the government, so many things that cannot be seen in the light need certain special channels to be sold, so a black market is formed.

Here you can buy many things that you can't see normally, and there are also many illegal things.

"The entrance fee is one big money. Fighting is prohibited after entering. Violators will bear the consequences at their own risk."

A bearded man looked at Zhong Lin coldly at the entrance. There was a basket next to him, in which a lot of copper coins were piled.

Zhong Lin nodded. He had heard about the rules here a long time ago from Lao Zhou. He took out a copper coin from his arms and threw it in, then walked into the black market.

There were many people coming and going, and everyone had a black scarf or a mask on their face. Of course, some brave people didn't bring anything.

Zhong Lin strolled in this black market. The vendors inside didn't shout, but just quietly set up stalls on the side.

There was a torch every few meters. It was unknown what material the torch was made of. The light was not bright, but filled with a faint feeling, so if you want to see the things on the stalls clearly, you need to look closely.

Zhong Lin walked slowly, and looked at every stall. He also understood why a black market had formed here. The main reason was that the things sold there were indeed shady.

For example, the stall that Zhong Lin stopped in front of him mainly sold medicine, not the medicine in the clinic, but some knockout drugs and poisons. Zhong Lin even saw the venom of the krait that he had collected with great difficulty.

Which clinic in the county dared to sell such things? But here, they were sold openly, and the people around were not surprised. Obviously, they had long been accustomed to it.

Some stalls sold weapons, not to mention swords and daggers, and there was even a crossbow among them.

If this thing appeared in the county, it would probably be suppressed by the government.

Unlike bows and arrows, bows and arrows still need some practice to use, but crossbows can be used by even children to kill people, and because they are small and easy to hide.

Zhong Lin continued walking, and suddenly a sneaky figure blocked his way. Just as he was secretly alert, the tall and thin man took out a booklet from his arms.

"Young man, do you want a secret book?"

"Ha!"

Zhong Lin sneered, turned around and walked away, ignoring the man.

Old Zhou also said this before. You can buy anything on the black market, but don't buy those martial arts secret books, because they are all fake.

In this era, the prejudice of sects is much more serious than in the past. Even if it is a craft: carpentry, ironwork, tofu grinding... they are all skills for keeping the house and making a living, and they are not easily passed on.

If you want to pass it on, it will be passed on to sons and not daughters. If there is no son, if you accept a personal disciple, you will have to "test" him for more than ten years and keep it secret.

It is no joke to teach the apprentice to starve the master to death.

The fundamental reason is that there is not much mobility in this era. Some people may never leave the place where they live in their entire lives. The craft that one person knows is called a unique skill. If two people know it, there will be competition. If more people know it, some people may really starve to death.

This is the case with ordinary skills, let alone martial arts secrets.

Even if it is written into a book, there is no telling how many hidden words and codes there are. That's fine, but what's even worse is that the key parts are often missing and not recorded in the book, but only passed on by word of mouth.

This is even worse than the Nine Yin White Bone Claw. If the Nine Yin White Bone Claw is practiced incorrectly, it can only "destroy the enemy's head". If the martial arts secrets are practiced incorrectly, it is really possible to become paralyzed or die on the spot.

So before coming in, Lao Zhou specifically said that there is no need to identify which secrets on the black market are fake, but to ask which are real.

Those secrets that are real at the beginning are already conscientious. In more serious cases, except for the name, the rest are half-true and half-false, which is a pitfall.

"My system panel does not have the function of distinguishing true from false, don't practice blindly."

Thinking of this, Zhong Lin walked faster.

The tall and thin man looked at Zhong Lin leaving and shook his head: "What a pity, I didn't cheat. Let's find the next one!"

This guy's cheating mode is to ask anyone he catches. If he meets a young man, he can make a lot of money.

Zhong Lin continued to walk forward, while constantly looking at both sides, and he had a clearer understanding of the "wild" of black market goods.

Common ones include various mountain prey, such as pheasants, wild boars, tiger bones, etc.

There are also some people selling "funerary objects". Looking at the soil and moisture on them, it is obvious that they have just been dug out.

Digging up people's ancestral graves is also a serious crime in this world. If you are caught, you will be beaten to death.

Walking deeper, Zhong Lin even saw some human traffickers.

An old lady with gray hair sat in a relatively dim stall. Although her face was covered with black cloth, she looked definitely not young. There were also several strong young men around her.

Their cargo was five unconscious children, three boys and two girls. Each of these five children was raised clean and white. Judging from the clothes on their bodies, their families should have been well-off, but now they were trafficked and sold as goods.

Zhong Lin's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He always had only one attitude towards human traffickers, that is, to kill without mercy.

However, the black market has its own rules, and Zhong Lin is not yet able to shake the black market.

After a while, Zhong Lin stopped in front of a stall. The owner of the stall wore a ghost mask, and his true face could not be seen. In front of him were small porcelain bottles, each of which was thoughtfully labeled with a name on red paper.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9!

Beauty pill, detoxification pill, blood-replenishing pill, root bone pill, bone-strengthening pill.

Seeing these names, Zhong Lin's breathing became a little faster. These were also the purpose of his coming to the ghost market today.

After his martial arts entered the grade, the effect of the Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup was not as good as before, so Zhong Lin went to the clinic again to ask if there was a soup with better efficacy.

Of course there was none, but Zhong Lin also learned from the doctor that there was another more magical thing in this world.

Pills.

A method of refining medicinal materials with special techniques and condensing their essence into pills.

It was not a heavy metal pill made by alchemists in the previous life, but a pill that really helped warriors practice.

There was no such thing as pills in a small county town in Heishan County. This thing was only sold in the county town. If you were on the black market, you could find one or two, which was why Zhong Lin asked Lao Zhou about the black market.

Zhong Lin squatted down, pointed at the porcelain bottle with the words "Blood-Replenishing Pill" and asked, "How much is this?"

"Ten taels of silver."

The voice was a little hoarse, and it was not known whether it was natural or deliberately changed.

"One bottle?"

"One pill."

Zhong Lin felt a toothache when he heard this. It was so damn expensive!

Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup is only three taels of silver per bag, and the key is that it can be eaten for three days. I don't know how effective this Blood-Replenishing Pill is.

"What about the Bone-Strengthening Pill?"

"Thirty taels."

"One bottle?"

"...What do you think?"