The ancestor of talismans

“Yes!”

Zhong Xiuping sighed: “A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Time is ruthless, and the Dao is even more ruthless.

I have been in the sect for nearly a hundred years. A hundred years is like being a cow and a horse. It is sad and lamentable!”

Yang Bailao laughed and said: “Brother Zhong, why do you have to be like this? You are about to return to secular life and break free from the prison. You should be happy.”

“Hahaha!”

Zhong Xiuping laughed and said: “I have been in the sect for a hundred years. I always think about the day of returning to secular life. By then, I will have a plowing ox and half a field. I can walk and sleep peacefully. After the rain, I will ride a boat with fish on one side and wine on the other. How free and easy it is.”

Yang Bailao was moved and said happily: “When I return to secular life, I will do the same.”

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Listening to the conversation between the two, Xu Changshou was silent.

Whether it was Zhang Zhengyuan, Liu Chuansheng, Yang Bailao or Zhong Xiuping, these old-generation menial disciples never talked about foundation building. All they talk about is returning to secular life.

Perhaps for them, returning to secular life is the real beginning of life.

When a cultivator is over 100 years old, he is old and clumsy, and has no value to the sect.

Only then are they qualified to enjoy life, how sad.

Perhaps, when these people were young, they also fantasized about building a foundation.

When they were young, they probably had lofty ambitions like Ye Shanhu, Han Zong, Su Mo, Jiang Xiaochuan and others.

Su Mo, who has average talent and nothing, once said: Man can conquer nature. He firmly believes that he will succeed in building a foundation.

Perhaps, after several years, they will no longer talk about building a foundation like Yang Bailao, but about returning to secular life after a hundred years.

"Can I still build a foundation? Shouldn't I have fantasies?"

Xu Changshou suddenly tortured himself.

In his heart, he has never given up the idea of ​​building a foundation. He is questioning himself and whether his ideas are as naive as Su Mo and others.

"No, I can definitely build a foundation. I am different from them. I have a blood jade talisman."

Xu Changshou's eyes became firm.

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Back in his own courtyard, Xu Changshou began to draw talismans.

All the talismans he drew were wind-traveling talismans, the kind that Yang Bailao taught him.

He didn't draw the kind of wind-traveling talisman that could travel three thousand miles a day. He planned to keep that kind of talisman for his own use and didn't plan to sell it before finding a sales channel.

Although the talismans he knew could bring him huge wealth, they were accompanied by huge crises.

So, he must be cautious.

With Xu Changshou's current ability, it was just right to draw fifteen wind-traveling talismans every day, which would not delay his cultivation and would not cause excessive damage to his body.

In a month, he drew another four hundred and fifty. At this time, he already had nine hundred ordinary wind-traveling talismans.

Li Daotu set him a task of one hundred and forty per month, and these wind-traveling talismans were enough to pay for more than half a year's tasks.

Compared with other menial disciples such as Yang Bailao, his tasks were too easy to complete.

The last day of the month.

Xu Changshou found Yang Bailao to deliver the task and received a monthly salary of a spirit stone.

"Finally I have spirit stones, the first pot of gold in my life, hahaha!"

After getting the spirit stones, Xu Changshou felt very happy.

After all, this was the first time he was paid for his work.

It was much better than being in Wang Yuanwai's house. Wang Yuanwai never paid him. The most he got was four steamed buns, and the vicious woman deducted two of them.

No matter how much, the Green Immortal Sect is better than the vicious woman. At least it will not deduct the wages of menial disciples.

In fact, being a menial disciple is not bad.

Xu Changshou comforted himself in his heart.

The next day, the first day of the lunar month, a rest day.

On every rest day, most of the menial disciples of Green Ink Peak will sleep for a day to recuperate.

Drawing talismans not only consumes spiritual energy, but also consumes energy. If you don't sleep, you can't hold on.

Of course, Xu Changshou is not among them. He draws talismans very easily.

On the first and fifteenth day of every lunar month, the market of Danxia Peak will open, and he plans to go to Danxia Market.

He needed to buy some Qi Gathering Pills. The two Qi Gathering Pills he had on him had been used up long ago. After the Qi Gathering Pills were used up, his cultivation speed was as slow as a turtle.

If he didn't use the Qi Gathering Pills to cultivate, it would take him at least three years to break through the eighth level of Qi Refining.

In addition to buying Qi Gathering Pills, Xu Changshou had two other things to do.

The first was to sell talismans. He had drawn so many talismans that he couldn't use them all, so he naturally had to sell them.

The second was to find materials related to drawing thunderstorm talismans.

He planned to draw thunderstorm talismans, but ordinary spirit pens and jute paper could not bear the thunder force at all.

To refine the spirit pen, you need the horn of the moon-gazing rhinoceros and the wolf hair of the hundred-year-old yellow-skinned wolf.

You also need the cowhide of the black antelope thunder ox as a carrier.

Xu Changshou wanted to go to the market to see if there were any such things.

Soon, Xu Changshou took a public flying boat and arrived at Danxia Peak.

The public flying boat docked halfway up the Danxia Peak, and the market was at the foot of the mountain.

After getting off the flying boat, Xu Changshou ran down quickly along the path down the mountain.

From a distance, Danxia Market was bustling, and the scale of the market was obviously much larger than the last time.

There were nearly a thousand people in the market.

Xu Changshou understood that it was because the new batch of errand disciples had started work, and they had earned spiritual stones, so they naturally wanted to buy things.

Before entering the market, Xu Changshou found a deserted place, took out a talisman, and pasted it on himself.

"Thousand-faced talisman, change for me."

After pasting the talisman, Xu Changshou transformed into a red-faced man.

The thousand-faced talisman can change the body and appearance at will. It can be used for twelve hours. Monks of the same level cannot spy on it, and there is no way to hide it in front of the great foundation-building monks.

Xu Changshou wanted to sell the talisman, but he didn't want anyone to know his identity, so he chose to use the Thousand-face Talisman to disguise himself.

Danxiafang City is mainly a trading place for disciples in the Qi refining period. Foundation-building monks usually don't come, but even if they come, it doesn't matter. No foundation-building monk will care whether a handyman disciple like him is disguised or not.

After disguising himself, Xu Changshou strode into Danxiafang City.

All kinds of shouts were heard.

"Jute paper, fine jute paper."

"Red Scale Horse, who wants my Red Scale Horse?"

"Bai Poria, come and see it. This is the only one. Don't miss it when you pass by."

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Xu Changshou walked and walked, and finally stopped in front of a puppet horse that was as tall as a person and covered with fiery red scales.

This red scale horse was refined by Qianji Peak. It is very fast and can travel thousands of miles in a day.

During the Qi refining period, it would be very convenient to have such a puppet horse.

You know, the public flying boat of the Green Immortal Sect has only one docking point on a certain mountain peak.

Each mountain peak is very big, and hiking is a waste of time. It would be perfect if there is a puppet horse to travel instead.

"Junior brother, do you want to buy a red-scaled horse?"

The owner of the red-scaled horse is a young man with a big nose, and his cultivation level is at the tenth level of Qi Refining.

Seeing Xu Changshou stopping here, he enthusiastically promoted his puppet horse.

"Senior brother, how much does this puppet horse cost?" Xu Changshou asked.

The big-nosed young man smiled and said, "It's not expensive, just ten spiritual stones."

"Well...it's too expensive, I can't afford it."

Xu Changshou shook his head, smiled bitterly, and left.

This thing is good, but it’s too expensive. I don’t have the money now, so I’ll talk about it later when I have the money.