Chapter 120, The old elephant has no return, and the wilderness is a grave!
On the first day, Lu Nan spent more than 3,000 medium-grade spiritual stones to purchase defensive talismans such as small golden amulets, small golden armor talismans, and small hundred wood talismans.
If, as everyone speculates, there will be another war in the future, then prices in the entire Iron Sword Sect and even the Tiannan Territory will rise rapidly.
Talisman paper, as a commodity used by the public, must bear the brunt.
In war, the ability to save lives is always a favorite theme among low-level monks, so defensive talismans will naturally be the most popular.
To take a step back, it doesn't matter if the calculation is wrong. You will never have to worry about selling the talisman paper. If you sell it when the time comes, you can get the funds back.
Whether in the past life or another world, hoarding hard currency is beneficial and harmless.
In the previous life, there were legal controls, but here, it is completely different.
Lu Nan discovered that several other guards were more or less doing similar tasks, and seemed to be quite skilled.
Of course, it's not clear how much money they invested.
The next day, I spent two thousand middle-grade spiritual stones!
On the third day, the remaining one thousand middle-grade spiritual stones were spent.
At this point, I have spent basically all my savings in exchange for a bunch of defensive talismans.
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Not long after, a new guard came to Qinghu Town to take Lu Xuanfeng's place.
That night, after Lu Nan got the news, he went to pay a visit. The person who came was unexpectedly a Foundation Establishment Guest Minister, with an aura as deep as the abyss. Even just sitting there, everyone felt as if a big stone was pressing on their chests.
The arrival of Jiji Keqing caused some fluctuations in the city of Qinghu Town.
In just a few days, the supply of a large number of talisman papers exceeded the demand, causing the price of talisman papers to rise briefly. Apparently, the new guest also joined in the feast of hoarding talisman papers.
However, no one knows the depression in this Foundation Establishment Realm person’s heart.
Before he came, several guards sprinkled at least more than 10,000 medium-grade spiritual stones, and basically all the talismans on the market were sold out. He came a few days late, and even if he had a lot of spiritual stones, he couldn't spend it.
Going out, in desperation, I can only temporarily suppress my eager thoughts and wait for the market to stabilize.
As long as the signs of war have not spread at the bottom level, the market will surely slowly heal the trauma caused by the brutal injection of large amounts of funds.
As a monk at the Foundation Establishment Realm, he is naturally at ease with this kind of thing.
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Spring passes and autumn comes, and in the blink of an eye, another year comes.
Mo Qu looked even older. He walked in the snow, his steps were a little staggering, and even if he straightened his body as much as possible, he still couldn't hide the rickets that were inadvertently revealed.
On this day, he walked to Lu Nan and said goodbye.
"I'm leaving!"
"Fellow Taoist, have you thought about where to go?" Lu Nan was a little surprised, thinking that he wanted to leave Iron Sword Gate and find another place to stay.
Mo Qu shook his head and said: "Wherever you fall, you can settle down there! When I entered the spiritual practice, I accidentally got the relics of an old cultivator. Now that the time has come, I can find a place at will.
But my body is mutilated. If any ordinary person gets my relics in the future, it will be a good story!"
Lu Nan's heart sank, but she didn't know what to say.
Don't give in!
The monk in front of him was as old as a terminally ill old man, and no longer had the high-spirited spirit in his name.
"People - will always give in, this is reality -"
Mo Qu's eyes showed a light that could see through everything.
Being unyielding requires strength!
And he no longer has that power.
Lu Nan and he drank the last cup of tea, and then watched each other leave.
At night.
He and several other guards flew into the air and watched the old figure walk out of Qinghu Town step by step and leave into the distance.
Suddenly, many figures of casual cultivators appeared in the distance, like hyenas in the wilderness, constantly following Mo Qu away.
One of the guards looked sharply and was about to fly out. The next moment, he was stopped by other guards.
"What do you mean?" There was a hint of confusion in the guard's eyes.
One person shook his head and said: "Two days ago, there were rumors in Qinghu Town that there was an old cultivator in the Immortal Garden who was in the late stage of Qi refining and wanted to 'turn the old elephant into a grave.' We only found out about this not long ago.
Therefore, fellow Taoist Mo can only release the news!"
"Why did Fellow Daoist Mo do this?" Lu Nan frowned.
"Alas, the old elephant has nowhere to return, and the wilderness is his grave! Although the old elephant is on the verge of death, he still wants the world to know that he has been here and has been glorious!"
"He wants to use the blood of the greedy man to honor his name. In this way, the world can remember him longer!"
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Lu Nan was silent.
They stepped on the flying sword and stood high in the air, overlooking the figure that was getting farther and farther away.
Finally, the person walking at the front seemed to feel that it was almost time and suddenly turned around.
His back was still stooped, and his face was covered with wrinkles and age spots, but his flying sword was still sharp.
Blood flowers bloom in the aura of mana.
When the last person in sight died under his sword, he raised his head and let out a roar, as if to express his unwillingness to the sky, and then dragged his staggering footsteps away.
This time, no one dared to chase him.
"Build the foundation! If we can't build the foundation, we people may not be able to escape this situation!"
"Don't think so much, we still have many years to live!"
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Several guards left one after another. Looking at Mo Qu's leaving figure, Lu Nan felt the sadness of life and death.
"Building foundations... Immortality!"
He turned towards the yard and started practicing seriously.
In one year, he pushed the Little Lemen Art, the Little Golden Armor Art, and the Little Golden Armor Talisman Art to the level of perfection.
The strength goes further.
But now, he is no longer thinking about magic. Otherwise, he will definitely go to the Endless Mountains to try out the quality of Dacheng's top-grade magic.
"Building foundation——"
Lu Nan was thinking about building a foundation, and as the end of the year approached, he had a vague hunch that the day for him to build a foundation was getting closer.
"Friend Lu Dao!"
On this day, guard Qin Feng knocked on his courtyard door and sent an invitation to the auction of the Foreign Affairs Office.
Half a day later, Lu Nan headed towards the fairy city on flying sword.
The proficiency level of small swordsmanship made him faster, and the consumption of mana became much smaller, and the time consumed was much shorter than before.
One day later, the flying sword that Lu Nan stepped on left a stream of light in the sky.
After meeting the late Qi Refining Xiu Xiu who was on daily inspection, he headed towards the Foreign Affairs Department.
Vaguely, the casual cultivators in the city showed traces of vague envy and awe.
After a notification from the Foreign Affairs Office, Lu Nan left the mansion and headed to the Duobao Talisman Shop.
The auction is about to start, and he needs to be well prepared.
It's a pity that the talisman paper I hoarded before didn't catch up with the good time. In desperation, I had no choice but to sell it later. Basically, I only made an average of more than one low-grade spiritual stone per paper.
Now he has a total of over 10,000 middle-grade spiritual stones on his body.
However, Lu Nan felt that it was not safe, so he went to the Duobao Talisman store to get some more.
This year he took almost no share of the Talisman Shop, but asked Han Ping to help manage it.
Lu Nan didn't have high hopes for the Duobao Talisman Shop. He just thought it would be good to get some together, and it would be good to have a hundred mid-grade spiritual stones.
After all, the previous monthly income of the Duobao Talisman Shop was earned through his perfection-level small golden body talismans.
The real revenue of the Duobao Talisman store itself is not much, only about a hundred mid-grade spiritual stones every month.
But when Lu Nan saw Han Ping again, she was shocked.
"You haven't come to see me for a year!" Han Ping, wearing a light blue top-grade robe, looked at Lu Nan with a trace of unknown resentment.
Lu Nan: "???"
Han Ping realized something was wrong and quickly changed the subject and said, "Are you here to ask for money?"
"What you said, fellow Taoist, couldn't be that you came here to see an old friend?" Lu Nan blushed.
"I don't know you yet!" Han Ping took out the account book and placed it in front of Lunan. Then she swept her hand on the table and more than ten bags appeared.
“I’ll keep my monthly income for you, please check it out!”
Lu Nan flipped through it briefly and found that the handwriting inside was very neat and attentive as always.
Then, a strange color appeared on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing! It's just much more than I imagined!" Lu Nan said with emotion.
There are a total of twelve bags, the least one contains 50 middle-grade spiritual stones, and the most contains two to three hundred.
"are you--"
Before he could finish his words, Han Ping said: "Don't worry, I have left a lot for myself, enough for me. You also know that I am only in the middle stage of Qi refining. No matter how many spirit stones you give me, I won't be able to spend them all."
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"Okay! If you need anything in the future, just ask!"
It is true that you don't need that much money in the middle stage of Qi refining. You must know that during the few months Lu Nan was in Immortal City, he gave Han Ping nearly two hundred pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones. Even if the allocation was full, there would still be some leftover.
Lu Nan made a rough total, and including the 1,500 medium-grade spiritual stones taken from the Fu shop, the number of spiritual stones he carried at the moment reached more than 13,000.
"With this amount, I should be able to win one!"
"I'm going back to the Foreign Affairs Office first. I should be here these days. If you have anything, you can go to the Foreign Affairs Office to find me!" Lu Nan put out a stack of talismans.
They are all small golden armor talismans, not many in number, because talisman papers of this level require the use of spiritual animal skin paper from the late stage of Qi refining, and these skin papers are still difficult to see.
This year, Lu Nan only bought some from several other defensive forces.
High-end talisman papers are not easy to sell, not because they are not effective, but because many people do not have the financial resources, so Lu Nan rarely sells them in person, which is a waste of time.
"If you can sit here at the Talisman Store, you will be among the richest people in the fairy city in a few years!"
"It's not that easy!" Lu Nan quickly denied, and then left the Duobao Talisman shop.
"Sister Han Ping!" At this time, a crisp voice sounded outside.
Han Ping showed a smile on her face and walked out. As soon as she arrived in front of the store, she saw a delicate woman with a sweaty face walking over carrying some paper.
"You girl, how are you going to move these things? Just ask fellow Taoist Xu and the others to come!" Han Ping felt a little distressed.
The woman smiled and said, "It's okay. I've been eating at your place all day long. I've already taken advantage of you by doing this little job!"
Han Ping rubbed her head and said: "It's just a small amount of money. You, Sister Han, don't have much ability, but it's more than enough to feed you!"
The two chatted for a while, and Han Ping suddenly said: "Is there no news yet about the person you are looking for?"
There was a trace of helplessness and sadness in the woman's eyes, and she said: "Not yet!"
"Can you tell me some news about him? Maybe I can help you!"
The woman in front of me met her more than a month ago. Because she was cute and the store was in urgent need of manpower. Xu Ying left a month ago, so she was recruited.
Compared with Xu Ying, the other party is more diligent. Not only does she help receive guests, but she also often helps her carry paper and clean up debris. She looks like she is not afraid of hardship or fatigue.
After going back and forth, the two quickly became familiar with each other, and Han Ping fell in love with this well-behaved girl more and more.
"Well - I knew before that his village was drafted, but he hasn't come back yet, I'm afraid -"
"requisition?"
Han Ping sighed in her heart.
She has been in Fairy City for so long. In order to better integrate into this city, she spent a lot of time understanding the history of the city and also had a certain understanding of the last war. As far as she knew, the last war between the two factions mobilized more than 10,000 people.
Among the casual cultivators, I am afraid that as many as 20 to 30 percent will die.
No one knows the exact number except Iron Sword Gate.
We can only make guesses.
Therefore, the person the woman is looking for may have died outside.
The woman's eyes were a little sad, and she said: "His name is Lu Nan, he is in the middle stage of Qi refining, and he was once a fairy farmer!"
Han Ping was stunned for a moment, Lu Nan's figure flashed in her mind, but the information behind it pulled her out again.
The cultivation level and the position are not commensurate with each other.
It seems that they have the same name!
"Then what are your plans next? Keep searching?"
The woman was also a little at a loss. She was silent for a moment and said: "Let's look for it again. By the way, Sister Han, I want to learn how to make talismans, so I want to ask you if you can help me say a few good words to fellow Taoist Xu. I want to
Learn from him!"
Han Ping sighed: "It's not a big problem. I can still talk to fellow Taoist Xu, but if you want to learn how to make talismans, let me introduce you to someone first!"
Among the people she knew, no one could compare to Lunan in the art of making talismans. If Lunan could teach the woman how to make magic spells, she would definitely be able to avoid detours in the future.
Famous teachers make great disciples!
The woman cheered up slightly and said, "Does Sister Han know a more powerful talisman maker?"
Han Ping smiled mysteriously and said: "You will know when the time comes. His talisman-making skills are the most powerful I have ever seen! But don't mention recruiting disciples. He doesn't have that time!"
The woman nodded, with a hint of determination in her eyes.
He secretly said: The sect had a difficult time in the past, and because of their serious loss of power, it was difficult to obtain any resources. Later, with the war, it became even more so.
Therefore, she thought of taking this opportunity to learn the art of making talismans, so that she could earn more spiritual stones.
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Two days later, streams of light fell from time to time in the Foreign Affairs Office, causing the monks in the Immortal City to look up and secretly think: Which high-level monk has returned to the Immortal City again.
As the New Year approaches, the entire fairy city begins to become lively.
The same goes for the Foreign Affairs Office.
Lu Nan was sitting in the Zhike Courtyard of Zhenbao Pavilion. Young female cultivators in slim-fitting robes were serving her with tea. Their red cheeks and watery eyes looked like they were about to reach their climax.
From time to time, monks would come in from outside and chat with acquaintances.
"Friend Lu Dao!"
At this time, a monk walked towards Lu Nan.
"Fellow Daoist Qin!"
The person who came was surprisingly Qin Feng, the guard of Qinghu Town.
"You are running too fast!"
"Haha, I have small arms and legs. I thought I could come here early to see if I could sell some of my belongings to make some money. You are not impatient like fellow Taoist!" Lu Nan joked.
The two chatted for a while, and not long after, several familiar people came over.
Only Qin Feng and Lu Nan, the guards of Qinghu Town, returned. The others either did not collect enough money or they had no requirements for the Foundation Establishment Pill for the time being, so they chose to stay in Qinghu Town.
Time passed little by little, and fewer monks came in.
Everyone simply ate some refreshments and then looked outside the door.
An old man walked in with his hands behind his hands, nodded to everyone, then sat on a high chair, closed his eyes and took a nap.
Lu Nan felt someone pulling him.
"That is Li Ming, the guest at the Foundation Establishment Realm. Let's go and meet him!"
After the two people moved, others also stood up and walked towards the old man.
"No, no, let's finish filming and go back as soon as possible!" Unexpectedly, the old man waved his hand and stopped everyone's actions.