Chapter 10 Misfortune from Heaven
Chapter 10 Disaster falls from the sky
Taking the special pot for refining the spiritual liquid back home, Shen Cong started a new round of refining the medicine.
In the first test, it was found that the effect was twice that of an ordinary pot, and the purity reached 60%.
After continuously becoming familiar with pharmacology, the purity of the spiritual liquid that Shen Cong refined was also constantly improving.
A month later, the spiritual liquid he refined had reached a purity of over 90%.
This purity is completely comparable to the spiritual liquid sold in those medicine halls.
"The materials for refining a bottle of spiritual liquid only require one tael of silver, and spiritual liquid with such a high purity can be easily sold for three to two or five dollars on the black market, no matter how high it is. In other words, a bottle of spiritual liquid The profit is more than double.”
It seems that in the future, I will have another skill to make money quickly.
Having many skills does not overwhelm the body. Now, whether it is forging iron or refining spiritual liquid, he can maintain his martial arts path.
The more capable a person is, the more comfortable he will live.
Rejoice!
Shen Cong smiled and checked his own cultivation.
At present, his cultivation level is still at the eighth level. Although his understanding is constantly getting stronger, his understanding is accelerating in breaking through the level of skills, not his cultivation level.
Only the operation of higher-level exercises can speed up the improvement of cultivation. This is an indirect process, not a direct process.
And the further you go, the harder it is to improve your cultivation level. It can only be said that your understanding will improve and your cultivation speed will be faster than others' breakthrough speed. It does not mean that your cultivation level breakthrough speed will exceed the breakthrough speed at low levels.
There are six levels of Ben Lei Jue, and there are still three levels left to complete.
There are six levels of Kong Ming Quan, and there is still one level left to perfect.
The spirit level technique is not as good as the Ming level, there are only seven levels.
"If I save more money, maybe I can buy a better Kung Fu. But I guess there aren't any good Kung Fu in Yuncheng. It seems that I need to pay attention to the big cities outside, and take the time to buy two higher-grade Kung Fu in the future. Come back with strong skills."
Shen Cong will definitely not stay in a bigger city for a long time. There are so many higher-level cultivators in big cities, not to mention the eighth-level cultivators. I am afraid that if he urinates in a pee, he will be able to drink a piece of it. How can it be compared to the masters of the seventh-level and above? Are you living a carefree life in this little Cloud City?
You can buy the exercises in big cities, and you can practice Taoism in small cities.
If you persist for thirty to fifty years, the master will have to call you Sheng Ye when you see him.
Early in the morning, after freshening up, Shen Lai came to Dong's Iron Shop.
While having breakfast, I heard the blacksmiths discussing.
"Counting the time, Lao Song and the others should be back soon, right?"
"It turned two months five days ago. Logically speaking, I should have come back long ago."
"Is it because the treatment is too good and you don't want to come back?"
"Eight taels of silver a month, hey, just thinking about it makes people drool."
Shen Cong felt a little bad.
A few days ago, it was said that there may be rebels from the previous dynasty in Yuncheng, and Zhujiazhuang's behavior is a bit strange. I don't know what is going on.
"I hope there will be peace in the world and no war, so that I can grow steadily for a while."
Zhujiazhuang.
The head of the family, Zhu Qingye, stood in a mountain, with his hands behind his back, his face flushed red by the magma under the mountain.
"For two months and five days, forty-one outstanding blacksmiths worked day and night to forge, but they still failed to forge the unparalleled magic sword! Is it that my Zhu family is destined to be difficult to restore to its former glory?"
The tribesmen on the side stepped forward and said:
"Master, don't panic. This extraterrestrial magic stone is extremely hard and is not an ordinary thing. If it were so easy to forge a peerless magic sword, the peerless magic sword would be worthless."
"Then what do you think we should do?"
"If you go home, although these people are the best blacksmiths around, Yuncheng is too small, so even if they are excellent, their level is actually limited.
Only by finding a better blacksmith can you truly create a perfect unparalleled magic sword. Only then can you truly unleash the power of your magic skills."
"But where can I find a better blacksmith?"
"Maybe these people can give you some ideas."
These words made Zhu Qingye raise the corner of his mouth slightly. He walked slowly in front of everyone. The blacksmiths should have been as strong as cattle, but now they all looked tired, with dark circles under their eyes. They had obviously been tired for a long time.
Didn't get a good rest.
"I wish the owner of the village, please let us go."
"Yes, I wish the owner of the village, we are old and young, so please be kind and let us go back."
"Let you go? What you think is a good idea. Before the Wushuang Demon Sword is refined, if people know that my Zhu family has an extraterrestrial magic stone, how can it be repaid? I'm afraid I don't know how many people will covet it.
If Zhenwusi finds out, our Zhu family will not be able to live anymore."
"But Zhu Zhuangzhu, you have also seen that with our strength, we cannot hammer this magic stone, nor can we refine a sword."
"You can't, but someone can. You are all blacksmiths. You must know some masters in the forging world, right? Recommend some to me. When he comes and forges the sword, you can go."
After saying this, one of them immediately raised his hand and said:
"I know, I know there is someone who can definitely forge an unparalleled magic sword."
"Oh? Who is it? Tell me quickly?"
Zhu Qingye's eyes lit up, and a blacksmith in his fifties among the crowd immediately spoke:
"Xiao Li, what nonsense do you want to talk about?"
The other person looked ashamed.
"I'm sorry, Master Song. I want to live. If this continues, I will die of exhaustion here. My wife is still at home guarding the empty room."
The one who spoke was naturally Song Taiping. The other party and he were both from Dong's Iron Shop, so as soon as the other party opened his mouth, he knew who he was going to say.
Shen Cong!
Although Shen Cong is very strong, they can't even hit this extraterrestrial magic stone. No matter how strong Shen Cong is, he is still a mortal body. If he can't hit the unparalleled magic sword, wouldn't he be trapped here and die?
?
Shen Cong lent him money when he was in trouble, and he didn't want Shen Cong to get into troubled waters.
However, at this moment, Zhu Qingye raised his hand and threw out a dart, hitting him directly in the chest.
"Pfft——!"
Song Taiping spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened, and he fell heavily to the ground. He kicked his legs twice and died unwillingly.
Everyone was shocked.
"Now, you can say it."
Zhu Qingye looked at Master Li with a sneer. Master Li did not dare to neglect and immediately told everything.
"Shen Cong? It's interesting. He can forge seven thousand times in half a day. He is absolutely extraordinary. Maybe he is a qualified warrior who committed a crime and hid his name in the blacksmith shop.
Zhu Feng, go in person and bring a ninth-grade warrior with you. The two of them will attack one person together and capture him. Remember, you want to live, not die."
"yes."
That little Li said tremblingly:
"I've already said it, can you let me go?"
"Leave? If you leave, what if the news about me refining the magic sword spreads out? Since you are all here, just help me again and help me cultivate the magic nature of this magic sword."
"You are so heartless, you will die badly!"
Chapter completed!