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Chapter 15: Magic-Breaking Immortal Gold
Jiang Ding's trembling hand opened the Encyclopedia of Taiqing Divine Iron entries in front of Pofaxianjin.

"It is carried out with propriety and justice, and built with great purity. Cheng Xuan Ying Shu said: Great purity is the way of heaven."

"Tai Qing Shen Iron, the Supreme Immortal Gold of the Soul Dao. Obtaining it can increase the foundation of the Soul. The others are unknown. It was first produced from Da Ri Jian Pavilion Sword Dao Mountain, one of the nine Immortal Sects outside the world. It can be made into one or two every ten thousand years, and Daozi can be produced every ten thousand years.

In 8526, it was destroyed by the Immortal Gate and has been extinct ever since. "

numb.

Jiang Ding's whole body was numb.

Although the magic-breaking immortal gold is precious, with the Immortal Sect behind it, Yuanying monks still have hope to get it. However, Taiqing Divine Iron, a treasure that increases the foundation of the soul, I am afraid that the god-forming monks will covet it, and they will not get it. .

"Zongzong Cultivation Technique, Zongzong Cultivation Technique."

Jiang Ding sighed: "Even if it is a large sect like the Nine Great Immortal Sects Outside the World, the only people who are qualified to practice the "Sword Planting and Refining Sword Technique" in the mortal period are people like Jianzi and Daozi. .”

"The Supreme Immortal Foundation can be cast, and the avenue is promising!"

Jiang Ding's eyes grew hot.

He is trapped by his qualifications and has difficulty cultivating. If he can refine this foundation sword, he may be able to rise in the future and be no weaker than Tianjiao.

It's no wonder that the Great Sun Sword Pavilion attacked the Immortal Sect extremely frantically, even at the cost of countless casualties. In the end, Zong Mi died.

Turn the mouse and the screen will face down.

His breath hitched slightly.

"The Taiqing Shen Iron Ore is dark in color and white as stars. The divine object is obscured by itself and cannot be seen by cultivators. When mortals get close, there will be a slight singing sound, and they can understand the Dharma by listening to it."

Jiang Ding's heart was in turmoil, and he tried his best to keep calm on his face.

"A coincidence?"

"Why does it look so much like the Tianyin Stone that was stolen from Qixuanmen? No, there are countless ores that can produce singing sounds. The possibility of it being Taiqing Divine Iron is extremely low."

"Extremely low, why is it extremely low!"

He was roaring in his heart.

"Why did the treasure that can travel through the world take me there? Is this also a coincidence?"

After more than ten minutes, Jiang Ding finally calmed down and continued to read the exercises.

Page after page, the book turns faster and faster, and finally jumps directly to the end.

"can't read."

Jiang Ding reluctantly admitted.

Although the "Sword Planting and Refining Sword Technique" is a "Dharma" level exercise, it is split from the "Jing". It is extremely difficult and cannot be understood by a high school student.

This is a technique that belongs to the top geniuses.

"But there are also gains. Professor Zhang Junsheng of Qingfeng University has archaeologically deduced a second-class sword refining method. Using Millennium Soul-nurturing Wood and Geng Gold as substitutes, Golden Elixir monks may also obtain..."

"But it's the same for me, it's all beyond my reach."

Sighing, it was already dark outside.

Jiang Ding took a look at the time. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. It was just right to go back and practice sword practice a few times and then go to bed.

……

The sun shines lazily.

The tree shade blocked the sunlight. Jiang Ding leaned on the recliner, holding a thick book temporarily printed on copy paper with a few incomprehensible words written on it.

"Shenxiao's Hundred-Step Flying Sword".

He took a photo and uploaded it to the library and earned 20 points. This is the most original. There are other ways to obtain library points such as translation and correction, but he cannot earn them.

I never thought that this book would be translated in just a few days.

Jiang Ding guessed that library points are also very valuable to high-level monks. They can use this to submit some calculation applications related to their own skills and magic weapons to the central array spirit computer.

No one's wisdom can be underestimated.

For example, this "Shenxiao Hundred Steps Flying Sword" is divided into three levels: Talisman Sword, Wooden Sword, and Iron Sword.

In the early days, blood was used as ink, and spiritual talisman paper was used to write, fold, and then continue to be refined with blood essence until the imperial envoy was like one and finally obtained a talisman.

The talisman seed was integrated into the seed of a spiritual tree, watered with the medicinal liquid, and finally, it took several years to grow a spiritual plant connected to his heart.

Cut it down and forge it into a wooden sword. The wooden sword is constantly blended with blood essence and golden essence, and finally turns into an iron sword that can kill even innate warriors.

You must not consume a large amount of your own essence and blood.

Jiang Ding thought, there is no harm in knowing a little more if you are familiar with it.

Boom!

After tapping the door twice, Huang Deyou walked over in small steps holding a book.

"Boss, we only have three taels of silver left in our store. Here is the account book. Look..."

He has gotten to know the young owner's elusiveness a little these days, so he won't take the initiative to come in unless the backyard door is open. It was not easy to find someone today.

"Well, wait a minute." What made Huang Deyou's heart skip a beat was that the young hero, who looked like he didn't care much at first glance, actually took the account book and flipped through page after page.

In the field of vision that he could not see, Jiang Ding's tactical camouflage uniform microcomputer projected through contact lenses made a table, with income, expenditure, warehousing, summary, etc. corresponding one to one.

More than ten minutes later, Jiang Ding took out a pen and paper, wrote out a total of seven account data, and handed it over.

When Huang De took one look, he suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

'On March 67, [-]th year of Yuanhe, one plant of Purple Spirit Grass was recorded, and one article was recorded. Why was the Purple Spirit Grass not received? '

"March 67, Yuanhe [-]..."

Every stroke, every item, hundreds of characters more, one or two characters less, were all accurate, even clearer than him who did the accounting.

"My boss, spare my life..."

Huang Deyou's legs went weak and he knelt down to beg, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Jiang Ding didn't need to take action for this kind of corruption. As long as it was publicized, he would never be able to find a more respectable profession in his life.

This is an empirical mistake.

Who would have known that this kind of Jianghu young man, who looked like he had a lot of background at first glance, could read the account books, not even letting go of a penny, and actually find out.

"It's okay."

Jiang Ding handed him a four-column accounting form: "Fill it in yourself. I will use this form for accounting in the future. In addition, I will replenish the cash in the accounting room recently."

Everyone is lucky.

He himself is the same. Sometimes he can't help but want to be lazy and skip practicing his sword once.

But once is human nature, twice is not justified.

"Thank you so much, boss! Thank you so much, boss! I'll repay you by being a cow and a horse in the next life!"

Huang Deyou was ecstatic and kowtowed one after another.

Jiang Ding waved his hand: "Don't do this, I don't like it, just go do something."

After Huang Deyou left, he gently stroked the hilt of his sword and walked out of the backyard gate for the second time in more than two weeks.

Compared to the first time he came, the front yard had changed a lot.

In the main hall is a counter that smells of varnish. Huang Deyou is sitting here, and there is an apprentice he hired next to him to record the existing plant specimens.

There were three or two herbal collectors selling specimens in front of the counter, and they would argue about the completeness from time to time.

In other places, the door, floor, and windows were all completely new, and a signboard was added, which was called Rotten Street Grocery Store.

Seeing him coming out, Huang Deyou hurriedly rushed to greet him, but was waved to stop him.

Wandering on the street, avoiding puddles with light steps, passing by the crowds of people, and trying to get used to the unpleasant smell from time to time.

Suddenly, Jiang Ding saw several familiar figures, and their footsteps flashed and they came to him.

Liu Qi, who was drinking tea on the street, showed a smile that was even uglier than crying: "Young hero, I swear to God, my brothers have really not gone to your shop to enjoy the autumn breeze recently."

After being seriously injured by a sword that day, he didn't dare to report it to the gang. He just thought that there was an ordinary merchant on the street. It was better to do less than to do more.

Now seeing Jiang Ding's calves, he was trembling.

"I need your help with something." Jiang Ding smiled: "I want to go to the Sihai Chamber of Commerce, but I don't know the way. Can you send a brother to lead the way?"

Liu Qi breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at the thick-browed man next to him: "This is about it, Xiao Liu, go and lead the young hero!"

After passing the junction of the dirt road and the stone street, the street becomes open and tidy again.

Xiaoliu was very eloquent and led Jiang Ding from left to right, introducing famous restaurants, brothels, gambling houses, etc. on the street from time to time.

"Young hero, please look, this is Jinlong Trading Company, and a hundred or so steps away is the Sihai Chamber of Commerce." Xiao Liu pointed to a six-story, magnificent trading house and said, "This Jinlong Trading Company is in Dongling Mansion. It is much more famous than the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce, with abundant goods and cheaper prices, but its reputation is not as good."

"Reputation?" Jiang Ding asked curiously.

"I heard that some people have bought fake medicinal materials here. There are no restrictions on receiving and selling goods. Many underworld figures like to come here, and some people have died."

Xiao Liu quickly said: "Of course, this is just a rumor among the brothers in our gang, and it may not be taken seriously."

After a while, a three-story building appeared in front of the street. A plaque read "Sihai Chamber of Commerce" in large gold letters.

The decoration is relatively simple, not as splendid and opulent as Jinlong Chamber of Commerce, but it does look very stylish. There is a pool in front of the store, and there are mountains and trees in the store, giving it a feng shui aesthetic.

Xiao Liu said respectfully: "Young hero, this is the Sihai Chamber of Commerce."

"Well, thank you."

Jiang Ding took out a dime of silver, probably worth a hundred dollars, and handed it to him.

Xiaoliu was overjoyed: "Thank you for the reward, young hero!"

Don't look at how much they receive per month. In fact, most of it is taken away by the people above. They don't make much money in a month, and eating meat and drinking wine occasionally is not enough.

Otherwise, you wouldn't see a newly opened shop open to extort money. This kind of raking in the cake will not bring good results if the gang's senior officials find out.

(End of this chapter)