Chapter 11 Strong Selling

Chapter 11 Strong Selling

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"The guy at the talisman shop is right, it really doesn't work without a talisman pen."

Zhou Shu threw the brush in his hand aside and sighed.

There are more than a dozen brushes scattered on the ground, all made by him in the past two days. In the past, he was very familiar with brushes, and they were quick and good at making them. In the past world, these could be regarded as high-quality brushes, but in terms of drawing characters, they were useless at all.

Because they simply cannot accept spiritual power.

The writing brushes are made of ordinary materials, and cannot communicate with spiritual power. It is like a blocked water pipe, and the spiritual power cannot flow through. How can it be used to draw runes, communicate rune ink and rune paper?

Zhou Shu was a little frustrated.

The method of drawing the thunderstorm talisman has been deduced thousands of times in his mind. The runes are deeply engraved in his heart, and all the main points are clear. He is 80% sure that he will succeed the first time he draws the talisman, but there is no talisman. Pen, unable to write.

"I can only go to Fangshi to try my luck."

After passing through the center of Fangfang, Zhou Shu walked to the free booth area.

In addition to large and small merchants in Qingxiafang City, there are also many small vendors, including casual practitioners and mortals. Most of them sell goods in the corners of the city, similar to a bazaar. There are mixed fish and dragons here, and some good things can be found occasionally, but the order is also very chaotic. A casual practitioner at the first level of Qi Refining Realm like Zhou Shu may be threatened by fraud at any time.

If it wasn't really impossible, he wouldn't have come here.

In a place like Sanyuanzhai, the cheapest talisman pen cost a hundred medium-grade spirit stones, so he couldn't possibly afford it, but here, he still had a little chance of buying it.

But after turning around for half an hour, they didn't find anything. The talisman pen is really not that easy to find.

Suddenly, Zhou Shu took a few steps quickly, his eyes stopped on a piece of yellow cloth that was spread out.

On the yellow cloth, there was a large stack of talisman paper, several bottles of talisman ink, and nearly ten pens of various kinds beside it.

The pen seems to be covered by a blinding formation, only a small part is exposed, and it is difficult to see clearly.

Although it may seem strange to have so many talismans, in this kind of place, as long as there is a one-thousandth possibility, it is worth stopping to take a look.

When the stall owner saw a customer coming, he immediately stood up and greeted him enthusiastically, "Hey, little brother, you can come to my place, pick whatever you like!"

The stall owner was about thirty years old, and his cultivation had already reached the third level of the Qi Refining Realm. He had a loyal face and a courteous demeanor, but there was a hint of cunning in the corners of his eyes.

"Thank you, I just look at the talisman pen."

Zhou Shu nodded, ready to take a talisman pen to have a look.

"etc--"

The stall owner stretched out his hand to cover the talisman pen, and said with a naive smile, "Little brother, don't blame me for being talkative, these talisman pens are magic treasures, and they are very precious. It will be difficult if you accidentally break them, little brother."

Zhou Shu looked up at him, "Don't worry, shopkeeper, I'm just looking, it won't be damaged."

"Okay, little brother, go ahead and watch, the ugly words are first, if it really breaks, you will have to pay for it."

Lao Zhu moved his hand away, with a faint smile on his face, he thought to himself, I'm going to make money again today.

These pens are not talisman pens, but they are just ordinary brushes in disguise, and he has also set up some ingenious mechanisms in the pens. As long as Zhou Shu enters the spiritual power test, the brushes will be broken immediately, broken into several pieces, and then He took the opportunity to claim again.

He has used this trick many times, and newbies fall for it from time to time. The Zhou Shu in front of him is obviously a newcomer, and he seems to be a casual cultivator, so it's best to lie.

However, Zhou Shu picked up the talisman pen, really only looked at it, and then put it back.

Old Zhu's face was stunned, "Little brother, don't you want to try? If you don't try Fubi, you can't tell if it's good or bad."

"No need." Zhou Shu stood up, shook his head and smiled.

He had noticed the strangeness in the expression of the stall owner one by one, and when he picked up the talisman pen, he almost couldn't help laughing. There is almost no difference between this and the one he made himself, even the material is the same, green bamboo on the side of the mountain, the most common wolf fur, there is no need to try it at all.

That blindfold is completely used to deceive people.

"Hey, little brother, this talisman pen only sells five middle-grade ones, if you don't buy it, you will lose a lot!"

For worthless things, the mouth is five medium-grade, and the heart of a profiteer is really not ordinary black.

Seeing that Zhou Shu was about to leave, Lao Zhu immediately became anxious. After waiting for several days, he finally waited for a newcomer, but he was still not fooled. How could this work? He grabbed the talisman pen that Zhou Shu had taken, input a trace of spiritual power, and snapped, the pen immediately broke into three pieces.

"Why is it broken? You must have broken it just now, pay me the spirit stone!"

Lao Zhu stopped Zhou Shu in a big stride, and shouted aggressively.

A chill flashed in Zhou Shu's eyes, and he looked at Lao Zhu indifferently, "I can't cheat, so just rob it?"

With a stern look on his face, Lao Zhu stared at Zhou Shu firmly, and released the spiritual pressure unabashedly, squeezing towards Zhou Shu.

"My talisman brush was made by a master craftsman with great painstaking efforts. You broke it like this, and you still want to leave? Don't be so long-winded. If you lose one of the five middle-grade spirit stones, don't even think about leaving!"

A bunch of people had already gathered around, pointing at the two of them.

"That black-hearted old Zhu is bullying newcomers again. I'm really used to it."

"I bet that kid will ask for forgiveness if he insists on five breaths at most."

"Looking at how poor he is, he doesn't have much to offer. Old Zhu is really hungry."

The spiritual pressure hit his face, and Zhou Shu's body felt uncomfortable for a while, and the strength came from all directions. He was like a boat in a storm, being blown to this side.

But he persisted.

He knew that although it was very chaotic here, it was not neglected, so Lao Zhu didn't dare to kill people here, the most he did was pressure and intimidation.

Persevere and there will be a turning point.

Old Zhu became a little annoyed. Every time at such a time, the newcomer couldn't stand the spiritual pressure, and begged for mercy and lost money in a few moments, but this kid is really tough.

It seems that more spiritual power is needed.

Lao Zhu stimulated his spiritual power with almost all his strength, and the spiritual pressure immediately increased several times.

The air in front of the two of them seemed to be a little distorted, like transparent smoke rising up, becoming blurred.

Sweat began to ooze out of Zhou Shu's forehead unstoppably, and irresistible force squeezed into his body desperately, his body seemed to be torn apart, extremely uncomfortable.

With a bit of color on his face, Lao Zhu yelled, "If you tell me to be hard, you have to lie down! I will let you go if I pay for my spirit stone!"

But Zhou Shu's expression was still indifferent, he was as stubborn as a bamboo, he would rather bend than bend, and be indomitable.

If in the past, he would not have looked down on opponents at the third level of Qi Refining Realm, but now he is powerless to resist, this humiliation makes him very uncomfortable.

With icy coldness in his eyes, he stared at Lao Zhu indifferently, and a few words popped out from the corner of his mouth, "I won't give one."

Lao Zhu suddenly felt cold all over his body, as if falling into an ice cave, a chill piercing into his heart seemed to penetrate directly into the marrow of his bones. He took a step back involuntarily, but quickly stepped forward again, his face flushed and roaring, "A kid at the first level of the Qi Refining Realm, who can't even withstand spiritual pressure, and dares to speak out, I will destroy you now! "

He raised his hand.

At this moment, he was not completely bluffing, but really had a murderous intention. Because from Zhou Shu's eyes, he saw not only unyielding and hatred, but also an unspeakable feeling, like ghosts and gods, which made him feel deeply afraid.

"What are you doing around here!"

A few blue-shirt cultivators came on patrol, their eyes gouging through the crowd like knives, and they said coldly, "The place I gave you is for you to set up a good stall, and you're still making trouble here?"

Lao Zhu quickly withdrew his hand and bowed to the practitioners, "It's all right, we're just joking, how dare you make trouble?"

"You guys know the consequences of daring to violate the rules in Qingxiafang City."

The crowd of onlookers also quickly dispersed, not daring to stay for a moment. They knew that these blue shirt cultivators were law enforcement disciples of Qingxiafang City.

In such a huge place, Zhou Shu was the only one left.

The clothes were all drenched with sweat, as if they had been soaked in water, and there was still a puddle of sweat on the ground.

Zhou Shu glanced at Lao Zhu who was leaving, thoughtful in his heart, and he also clearly felt the killing intent before.

A cold light flashed in his eyes.