MTL - In the Great World of Martial Arts, You Use the Tao of Talisman To Rule the Ages?-Chapter 77 Futian, Teardrop (3,000 words, please read)

Chapter 77 Futian, Teardrop (3,000 words, please follow up)

 At noon the next day.

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 Suddenly there was a soft sound in the room.

 The red mana turned into a light smoke and dissipated in the air.

Chen Lin looked at the unfinished spell on the table, which had been penetrated and destroyed by mana, and was stunned for a moment.

This is the first time his body has failed to draw symbols.

However, it’s not his problem.

But the quality of the bark of the lamp oil tree below is not good, and it cannot bear the power of a first-order low-grade spell.

The talisman I am drawing now is called the Poison Miasma Tracing Talisman. It can release a poisonous mist that fills the surrounding areas, causing the poisoned person to become confused and disoriented.

  You need to use it with a special detoxification charm, otherwise you will also suffer disaster.

He drew seven of this talisman, in addition to other talismans such as the frost qi-stopping talisman, the gold and stone body protection, and the evil wind evil knife.

These are the barks he scraped off on the way back after passing through the miasma of Jubao Mountain last night.

And also specially selected the best quality.

But now these talismans are used up.

Chen Lin did some inspections.

Looking at the thickness of the remaining bark, you will know that it can only carry the power of the introductory spell.

 Forcibly drawing it is just a waste of mana.

He put away the pile of charms he had saved now and put them into categories with the batch of ordinary charms he had accumulated before.

By the way, I also checked the first batch of low-grade spells drawn and found that their structures were still stable.

 This was painted not long after he came back.

"The lower-grade talisman paper has to be put on the charter. It would be great if we could find a spiritual place. In this way, we can directly throw the suitable materials in, let the spiritual energy soak in, and then naturally wash away the talisman for three months, and then it can be turned into a lower-grade talisman. It’s paper…”

"I heard that many families and forces in the world of immortality do this. They put uncultured talisman papers in secret spiritual grounds for ten years, and then they can harvest a batch of high-quality talisman papers."

This kind of spiritual land has a very vivid name—

 Futian.

This is the correct way to cultivate talisman paper.

Even a cultivator cannot spend ten years waiting day and night for a high-quality talisman paper.

After all, the purchase price of a piece of high-quality talisman paper is only one and a half spiritual stones.

Therefore, in the world of cultivating immortals, only the inferior talismans for ten days and the inferior talisman for three months are supplied by casual cultivators.

 Medium-to-high-grade talisman papers with a one-year and ten-year reserve basically come from various talisman fields...

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 There was a fragrance coming from the stove next to me, along with the sound of boiling soup.

 Chen Lin stood up and opened the earthenware pot. The sweet aroma and water vapor were completely released. Several bones of the ghost-toothed pig were cooked inside. They had been chopped off. After a morning of stewing, the surface became pitted.

The soup has a special milky white color, which is as pure as one body. It seems to be pulled by some invisible force during the rolling process, without a drop of soup splashing out, and it looks quite thick.

 Scoop out a bowl and let cool slightly.

 Chen Lin took a sip and immediately felt the taste was fragrant and smooth, without any dense feeling at all.

“According to Fan Yishi’s recipe, the soup is also mixed with astragalus, angelica root, jujube and some ginseng slices. It tastes really good!”

These medicinal materials were a return gift from the family who dug the medicine when I gave them gifts in the twelfth lunar month.

Fangzi comes from Wuxiang Boxing Gym.

After all, Fan Yoshi entered the martial arts school by relying on Gui Ya pig bones and Gui Ya. Although he didn't drink the bone soup from the martial arts school, he heard about the prescription.

 Chen Lin remembered it in his mind as he said it casually during the last chat.

“Now the meat of the Ghost Tooth Pig has been eaten, but unfortunately... I’m still not a beast enough. After I found out about the Flying Tiger’s lair yesterday, I finally put the old cow back.”

“Lao Niu’s tears were studied this morning, but they are really of no use. Let’s take them to Shanshi to show Uncle Xiang later.”

 “By the way, let me ask about the flying tiger with wings.”

 Dulu Dulu finished the soup and felt heat rising all over his body.

Although this soup is not as good as pork, it is worse than that it can be simmered many times. After drinking this time, you can add some water and cook it twice more.

 …

 …

With the old cow’s tears collected yesterday.

Chen Lin paid a penny to enter the city and came to Shanshi.

  The rogue still actively avoided him.

As soon as everyone in the mountain city saw the rogue retreating, they knew he was coming and came out to say hello to him.

 He responded one by one and came to Uncle Xiang's shop.

I found that Uncle Xiang was in a good mood. I sat behind the counter and hummed an opera with my eyes narrowed, and didn't even notice that he was coming.

“Uncle Xiang is happy?”

 Chen Lin walked in and asked.

 Uncle Xiang came to his senses at this time, "Hey, it's Brother Lin!"

 “It’s indeed a happy event!”

Uncle Xiang stood up and bowed twice to the mountain **** statue, then turned his head and looked overjoyed:

“There is no end to the road. I received news the day before yesterday that a shopkeeper’s out-of-town relative in the mountain city is actually a martial arts practitioner.”

 “And I also reached the state of entering energy not long ago.”

“As soon as the news came, the shopkeeper set out from Xicheng Pier to invite him. When the martial artist arrives, we won’t have to worry about those gangsters and the Flying Bear Boxing Gym!”

 Chen Lin was also happy after hearing this, but he still had doubts in his heart: "Is it reliable this time? Can I be invited?"

“Don’t worry, according to what the store owner said, it’s absolutely fine. They are close and move around frequently.”

"How long will it take?" "It will be there in half a month at most."

 “Well, it will indeed be soon...”

 In half a month, Shanshi can still support it.

I chatted with Uncle Xiang for a few more words.

Chen Lin found an opportunity to take out the teardrops of the Thunderfire Four-horned Ox.

 Opening the outer towel, the crystals rolled down onto the counter.

When Uncle Xiang saw it, he just touched it with his hand. A look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face. He jumped out from behind the counter and closed the door of the shop.

 Then he turned around quickly.

 Said to Chen Lin in a sloppy manner:

"You kid! Where did you pick up so many teardrops from the Thunderfire Four-horned Ox?"

 “No, no need to tell me!”

 “Do you know what this is?”

“I heard Master Shi say something about the Thunder Fire Four-horned Ox, but what use are its tears?” Chen Lin blinked. He had never seen such an agile Uncle Xiang...

"This thing...well, it's actually not very useful, it just can be sold at a high price!"

 “And it can be sold for a big price!”

Uncle Xiang's tone suddenly became excited, and he kept pacing around the counter, admiring the pile of teardrops on it from all angles, as if he were looking at a plate full of gold and silver.

 Chen Lin was a little disappointed at first, but when he heard that he could sell it for a lot of money and Uncle Xiang had such a big reaction, he immediately became curious:

“If this thing is of no use, why can it be sold for a lot of money?”

Uncle Xiang carefully picked up a teardrop and caressed it, his tone calmed down slightly.

“Did you know that there is a saying that an old cow who plows a field will be grateful for his master’s kindness to him before he dies and is reluctant to leave the home, so he sheds tears.”

 “I’ve heard of it.” Chen Lin nodded.

“It is precisely because of this legend that the cow’s tears have the good meaning of gratitude and gratitude. They are used in festivals everywhere, even the Tianjia Festival is no exception..."

 As Uncle Xiang narrated, he understood immediately.

 The reason why the pile of cow tears in front of you can be sold at a high price is purely because of the good intention of being grateful. In the past life, it means that it has cultural value.

Of course, the identity of Alien Beast Tears and its peculiar crystal appearance also add a lot of points to it.

 So even the Tianjia Imperial Palace will purchase such teardrop objects in advance to prepare for annual festivals.

However, the handful of tears in his hand were obviously shed by Lao Niu, who was greedy for life and afraid of death, and knelt down to beg for mercy...

 Can this still be related to gratitude?

Chen Lin couldn't help but think divergently.

the other side.

As Uncle Xiang was talking, he suddenly sighed again:

"I can give you one tael of silver for each of these teardrops, and I can resell them for one tael or three silver... But do you know how much this thing is worth in Tianjing?"

Chen Lin naturally didn’t know, but he still guessed:

 “One hundred taels?”

“No,” Uncle Xiang shook his head and carefully picked up a teardrop, “The palace offered one hundred gold!”

 Good guy!

This time it was Chen Lin's turn to be surprised.

　　 Could the value of this pile of beads exceed one hundred thousand taels?

 However, Uncle Xiang immediately said:

“However, this money is not something you and I can make. We have to have connections and status to get this price, so don’t think too much about it.”

“Even if you take it to Tianjing to sell it, it will only block the wealth of some powerful people, and it will not end well..."

 “Well, indeed.” Chen Lin had to agree with Uncle Xiang’s statement.

 This is not a difficult thing to figure out.

"Alin, this thing is a bit sensitive. Having it means that you may have found traces of the Thunder Fire Four-horned Ox, or even the teardrops obtained in the lair..."

Uncle Xiang cast a strange look, but had no intention of probing: "I have to find a trustworthy person to take care of these things, otherwise they will cause trouble for you. You should take them back for safekeeping first, and remember not to say anything outside. Character."

“I naturally listen to Uncle Xiang in this regard.”

Chen Lin wanted to wrap up his teardrops again.

As a result, Uncle Xiang stopped him as soon as he stretched out his hand. Instead, he replaced several wooden boxes with soft cloth towels underneath, and then put them in one by one.

Uncle Xiang was very careful in his movements. After patiently placing one layer, he would use a velvet pad to prevent the teardrops from rubbing against each other.

 The technique is extremely professional.

 Chen Lin can't even put a finger in, let alone help.

 In the end, I could only ask about the information about Flying Tiger.

Uncle Xiang talked to him in detail while working.

 When all one hundred and twenty teardrops were put into boxes, the information was finished.

Chen Lin thanked him and went home with a few boxes.

While on the road, he was pondering over the information he had just received.

 The next day, early in the morning he went into the mountains to scrape tree bark.

 After returning home, I spent most of the day drawing spells. When my mana was exhausted, I meditated to recover. I also had something to eat to circulate my energy and nourish my muscles, bones and skin.

 Just like this, the rotation of immortals and martial arts...

 Wait until the third day.

The sky gradually turns white, golden light gradually fills the earth, auspicious clouds billow like waves, and the rolling mountains are winding and circling like a silver dragon.

Chen Lin drank a bowl of bone soup, opened the door to his house with a creak, and walked toward Jubao Mountain in the glow of the sky...

 (End of this chapter)