Palm fairy garden

Chapter 7
Su Ming's eyes kept flicking across the crowd, trying to find the suspicious person.

But in the end nothing.

However, the situation of Yang Laoliu's family is different from that of the Su family. Yang Laoliu's wife and children are all mortals, so it is impossible to keep the family business left by Yang Laoliu.

Although there is no evidence, Su Ming firmly believes that whoever makes a profit is the murderer.

"Next, it depends on who will take the initiative to take over the spoils."

Su Ming stood on the second floor, thinking to himself.

However, the death of Yang Lao Liu also sounded the alarm for Su Ming, cooling down his excitement a bit.

Crowds on the T-shaped street come quickly and leave quickly.

Yang Laoliu was just a little monk who practiced Qi at the fifth level, and his death did not cause any disturbance in Qingshuifang City.

What's more, Yang Lao Liu died outside Qingshuifang City, so it is even more impossible for anyone to investigate the cause of his death.

"We must learn some protection techniques early."

Walking on the streets of Dongfang District, Su Ming thought to himself.

In the two years since he came to this world, Su Ming has been hard at learning the art of refining weapons. As for the art of protecting the Dao, he is the same as his predecessor and knows nothing.

"It's pretty safe in Fangshi. If I go out of Fangshi, with my current strength, I'm not even as good as Yang Laoliu."

Su Ming thought to himself.

While thinking about it, Huoyunfang has arrived.

Rent a fire room and refiner.

Another boring day passed, five hours later.

Su Ming dragged his tired body out of the fire room again, and there was already a first-order middle-grade blue light sword in the storage bag.

"Another 10 spirit stones have arrived in the account."

Thinking of this, the exhaustion on Su Ming's body seemed to dissipate.

Carrying the first-order middle-grade blue light sword in his arms, Su Ming rushed to the Fairy Treasure Building where magic artifacts were sold yesterday without stopping.

Walking into Xianbao Building with a familiar road, the shopkeeper recognized Su Ming at a glance.

"Daoist friend is polite."

The shopkeeper cupped his hands towards Su Ming, "I don't know what you want to buy today?"

In front of the shopkeeper, Su Ming took out the first-order middle-grade blue light sword, and said, "Do you still accept this sword?"

When the shopkeeper saw the blue light sword, his expression suddenly became serious. He raised his head, looked at Su Ming, and asked, "Your fellow daoist, are you a craftsman?"

Su Ming nodded: "I have just learned to refine a first-level middle-grade magic weapon, and the success rate is not too high."

"It takes two days to refine a first-order middle-grade magic weapon. The success rate is not low. Fellow Daoist is too modest."

The shopkeeper said politely, and continued, "I don't know Yougui's last name?"

"My surname is Su."

Su Ming said bluntly.

"Fellow Daoist Su, please forgive me for being presumptuous. I don't know whether the magic weapon that you will refine in the future can be exclusively used in my Xianbao Tower."

Seeing Su Ming frown, the shopkeeper said again, "Of course, in terms of price, I will never let fellow Taoists suffer."

"How much can you pay?"

Su Ming asked.

"If the quality of the first-level middle-grade magic weapon that fellow Taoist will produce in the future is not lower than the one in your hand, I, Xianbaolou, are willing to buy it at a price of 11 spirit stones each."

The store raised the price from 10 spirit stones yesterday to 11 spirit stones, and the price increased by [-]%.

Don't underestimate this percentage. If the two parties cooperate for a long time, this is not a small expense.

Originally, Su Ming had to refine a first-order middle-grade blue light sword, which cost about 3 spirit stones and made a net profit of 7 spirit stones, but now the net profit has reached 8 spirit stones.

On average, you can earn 4 spirit stones per day, and over a year, you can earn more than 1000 spirit stones.

Of course, this is the ideal speed of making money.

No matter how insane Su Ming was, it was impossible for him to be crazy about refining weapons all year round.

His body was overwhelmed.

In fact, after three consecutive days of high-intensity refining, Su Ming felt that his footsteps were a bit vain.

Continuing to continue high-intensity refining will inevitably damage the foundation of cultivation.

After thinking about it for a moment, Su Ming nodded in agreement and said, "Okay, I don't know what to call you?"

Hearing this, the owner of the Xianbaolou store was overjoyed, and introduced himself: "My surname is Chen, and I have a single name, Wang. If fellow Taoists come to the store in the future and don't find me, you can find any of my shop assistants.

Don't worry, fellow daoist, I will explain this matter carefully. "

The two reached a cooperation, and everyone was happy.

Xianbao Building has found a new supply channel, and Su Ming is not worried about the sales of magical artifacts.

Carrying the newly-acquired 11 spirit stones, Su Ming strode out of the Immortal Treasure Tower.

With the new 11 spirit stones added to the account, plus the remaining 5 spirit stones from today's refining of the Qingguang Sword, Su Ming's net worth rose to 16 spirit stones.

At this rate, he will soon be able to restore his net worth two years ago.

With the ability to earn spirit stones, and small savings.

It was inevitable that Su Ming would have the urge to consume. In addition, he really needed to replenish his cultivation resources.

In the past two years, in order to save spirit stones for refining equipment, Su Ming didn't even dare to buy spirit rice.

Every day, he only relies on refining the thin aura in the air to practice, and the speed of practice is very slow.

In fact, Su Ming's spiritual roots are not too bad. With the three spiritual roots of metal, fire and earth, he is considered a middle-of-the-road talent among all the monks in the Qi training period.

But he couldn't break through to the fourth level of Qi training after two years of practice, which was caused by the lack of cultivation resources.

"Purchase cultivation pills, and the most important Dao protection technique!"

Su Ming thought of Yang Lao Liu's death again, and in his heart he put the need for means of protecting the Dao ahead of improving his cultivation.

If a monk in the qi training period does not master some basic dao protection techniques, even if he has a good cultivation base, he will not be able to exert his due strength.

Su Ming is now able to refine a low-grade magic weapon, but he can't use it because he doesn't know how to dispel objects.

Now that he uses the blue light sword, he can only hold it with his hands like a mortal martial arts master, and inject true energy into the sword.

But a monk who can repel objects can use a sword to hurt people, the two are not at the same level at all.

"You must learn the Dao protection technique!"

Su Ming secretly made up his mind.

His current situation is different from his predecessor's. Without Su's father's protection, he must master enough strength to survive in this cold world of cultivating immortals.

Walking out of the Xianbao Building, night has fallen.

The night market in Dongfang City is much more lively than that in Xifang District, and the shops and streets are brightly lit.

Su Ming walked on the street, and even had the illusion of going back to his previous life to visit the night market and commercial street.

After some inquiries, Su Ming finally found a shop that sells exercises and spells.

Compared with other shops, there seem to be very few shops in Qingshuifang City that sell exercises and techniques.

Su Ming is in Xifang District, and he has never heard of this kind of shop.

"Do you monopolize the practice of exercises?"

Su Ming secretly guessed.

Compared with the shops Su Ming had been to before, the shop in front of him seemed very cramped and cramped, even worse than his own No. 19 shop.

What's even more strange is that this shop is about to close just after entering the night market.

"The treasurer."

Walking into the shop, a hunched old man was packing up the sundries in the shop and was about to close the shop.

The old man turned his head when he heard the sound, Su Ming was startled by his appearance.

Not only is this person skinny, but he doesn't even have much muscle in his cheeks. It's like a skull wrapped in a layer of skin, which is very permeable.

(End of this chapter)