A seal of immortality

Chapter 22
To be honest, Wang Changsheng did not expect it to be so smooth. Before that, he had only used the black talisman pen to draw in dreams, and the number of successes was pitifully rare.

It is strange to say that in the dream, the attributes of the talisman are not restricted, and runes of any attribute can be drawn with the black talisman pen, but in reality, Wang Changsheng can draw the runes of the three attributes of gold, fire, and water at will , runes of other attributes need to use attribute spirit stones.

Most of the spirit stones in circulation in the market are of the Five Elements attribute. As for wind, thunder, ice and other rare attribute spirit stones, they are rare. Besides making talismans, there are many places where rare attribute spirit stones are used in the world of immortality. Few people would spend rare spirit stones as ordinary currency. Under normal circumstances, more than 120 low-level spirit stones can be exchanged for one middle-level spirit stone, and ten low-level spirit stones with rare attributes can be exchanged for A mid-level spirit stone is priceless, so it can be seen that rare attribute spirit stones are precious.

Wang Mingyuan used the power of the whole family to obtain five low-level wind spirit stones and two low-level ice spirit stones for Wang Changsheng. Of course, this has something to do with the relatively poor Yueyang County.

Wang Changsheng put the made earth awl talisman aside, and glanced at the earth spirit stone on his left hand. Part of the surface of the spirit stone turned grayish white, accounting for about a quarter of the entire spirit stone, that is, Said, without making any mistakes, one piece of earth spirit stone can allow Wang Changsheng to draw three pieces of earth cone talisman, and one piece of earth cone talisman is worth three low-level spirit stones on the market. One of the most popular professions.

Even if the talisman maker with the lowest threshold is like this, wouldn't the other three professions make a lot of money? If he had chosen to learn other professions, wouldn't he be earning a lot of money.

Thinking of this, Wang Changsheng felt a little fiery in his heart, but he quickly dispelled this thought. Apart from hard work, the black talisman pen has a lot of credit for being able to be what he is today, and learning other professions may not be successful.

Dispelling the distracting thoughts in his heart, Wang Changsheng took a deep breath, calmed down his mind, dipped the cinnabar with a black talisman pen, took a piece of talisman paper and put it in front of him...
On a towering mountain a few miles away from Fang City, unlike other desolate peaks in the mountain range, this high mountain is full of trees, singing birds and fragrant flowers, and is full of vitality.

At the highest point of the mountain, there are a large number of pavilions and houses. Immortal cultivators come in and out from time to time. These immortal cultivators are male, female, old and young, and most of them are in the Qi refining period. There is a pattern of flowers and plants. The monks in Yueyang County must be familiar with this pattern. This is the family emblem of the Li family, the first cultivating family in the Yueyang Mountains, and this is the family residence of the Li family.

The Li family is good at growing all kinds of low-level elixir and running the elixir business. There are many masters in the family. It is said that the ancestors of the Li family came from a certain sect of cultivating immortals. A veil of mystery was put on, the Li family has been in the family for nearly a thousand years, has a wide range of friends and countless in-laws, and is also well-known in the entire Yueyang County.

In a heavily guarded room in the tallest building "Yingxian Pavilion" where the Li family resides, a majestic old man in red robes sits at the head. There was a book in front of him, and a middle-aged Confucian scholar stood behind the old man in red robe, holding a book in his hand.

"Qingshu, everyone is here, let's start!" the red-robed old man glanced to both sides with a majestic gaze, and said lightly.

"Yes, third uncle," the middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded, opened the book, and read aloud:
"This month, we sold 210 five elixir plants, bought 65 plants, and made a profit of 340 five spirit stones. We sold 65 magical instruments and purchased 720 pieces, making a profit of 220 three spirit stones. We sold 71 pills and made a profit of 21 Thousand and seventy-one spirit stones, 130 pieces of talismans were sold, with a profit of 560 spirit stones, and [-] five copies of exercise cheats were sold, with a profit of [-] spirit stones. The total profit this month was [-] spirit stones. I have recorded the specific list in the account book in front of all uncles, and all uncles can take a look."

Hearing this, the old people sitting on both sides picked up the books in front of them and read them. The red-robed old man sitting at the top was no exception. He opened the books and read them.

After a while, the old man in red turned his eyes back from the book, and asked in a deep voice: "Qingshu, if I remember correctly, Ziling is in charge of the Baicaotang in Changpingfang City! Are there any losses?"

"Yes, third uncle, Baicaotang is managed by Ziling. Baicaotang has not been open for a year, and it is normal to compete with other stores. It is normal to lose a little money. However, considering the situation in Changping County, my nephew suggests starting from Jubao. The pavilion sent a few people there," the young Confucian scholar nodded and suggested.

"Well, I agree with Qing Shu's point of view," a white-haired old man on the left echoed.

"I also agree, but there is one more condition. If it is still losing money after two months, the manager of Baicao Hall should be replaced!" An old man on the right stroked his beard and said.

"I can understand that Baicaotang is losing money, but what happened to the talisman seals of Jubao Pavilion? It only sold 21 pieces in a month. I remember that there were more than 100 pieces last month! How can the number be reduced?" said a person on the left. The old woman in Tsing Yi frowned lightly and asked in a deep voice.

"That's right! Qing Shu, how could the number decrease so much? I remember that our Li family has two talisman makers and several apprentices. It is impossible to make only 21 talisman seals in a month!"

"Sixth Aunt, Eleventh Uncle, and nephew Rong, this is not a problem with the family's talisman maker. The decrease in sales of talisman seals is not limited to our Li family, but also to other shops. More than a month ago, a man named Juxian Suddenly, there are a large number of talisman seals for sale in the small shop where I live, and the power of the same kind of talisman seals is much greater than that of other shops, which has led to a significant decrease in the sales of our Jubao Pavilion talisman seals," the middle-aged Confucian scholar took his time explained.

"What is the origin of this Juxianju, and where did their talismans come from? Check it out."

"Well, this Juxianju was opened by a local cultivating family. There is only one foundation cultivator in the family. It is said that they invited a talisman maker to make talismans for them. Uncle Thirteen once suggested to come to ask for this talisman Master, but was overruled by the third aunt."

Hearing this, the red-robed old man frowned, pondered for a while, and asked, "Qing Shu, what do you mean by a large amount? Is there a specific number?"

"My nephew sent someone to check, and it sells at most seventy or eighty pieces a day, but the sales volume has dropped recently, and only about thirty or forty pieces are sold, most of which are primary attack talismans," said the middle-aged Confucian scholar without hesitation. This problem has long been prepared.

"What do you think about this matter?" the red-robed old man turned his gaze to the old men on both sides and asked.

"Thirty or forty sheets a day, more than 1000 sheets a month. We can come to ask for this talisman maker. Of course, we have to make some compensation to the Wang family, so as to save others from making irresponsible remarks about our Li family." An old man was overjoyed when he heard the words, and said.

"A talisman maker that can make nearly a thousand pieces a month is worth asking for at our door."

"I agree with brother ten."

"I agree."

Hearing this, the old man in red robe didn't change his face. He turned his gaze to a Taoist priest in blue robe sitting second from the lower left of him, and said, "Eighth brother, tell me about it too."

Immediately, most of the elders focused their attention on the blue-robed old man.

"There is nothing to say, I just want to ask a few questions. How did the Liu family perish thousands of years ago? How did our Li family start? Is there only one foundation cultivator in this Wang family? Is this talisman maker from the Wang family?" ?” The blue-robed old man asked several questions in succession.

(End of this chapter)