With the departure of the law enforcers, the streets became lively again.

Zhou Shu continued to walk forward, but he still hadn't found what he was looking for. This would not make him back down.

After passing dozens of stalls, he reached a remote corner and his eyes fell on a wooden frame not far away.

There were many old sundries placed on the wooden shelf, and there happened to be a pen among them.

This pen was different from the ones he saw in Sanyuanzhai. It was much smaller, only half a foot long, but it was extremely delicate. The cloud pattern was far away, and it had the meaning of floating out of the dust. However, there were several obvious gaps on it, which were obviously

damaged.

But a broken one is better than nothing.

Zhou Shu quickly approached, and when he was about ten feet away from the wooden frame, the noisy noise around him disappeared instantly, and it was as quiet as in another world.

Apparently, a soundproofing array was arranged around the stall.

But behind the originally empty wooden frame, there was actually an old man. He had used a blindfold to block himself, and he could only see it when he walked into the formation.

The old man was half lying on the Taishi chair, squinting his eyes to rest his mind. His expression did not look like he was selling things in the market, but rather basking in the sun in the courtyard.

This stall is full of weirdness.

Zhou Shu thought for a while and asked politely, "Old man, can I take a look?"

The old man raised his head slightly, glanced at Zhou Shu with rather cloudy eyes, yawned lazily, and said nothing.

"Thank you."

Zhou Shu didn't care. He just thought the old man acquiesced and reached out to pick up the pen.

The body of the pen is light green, warm to the touch, and feels like jade or wood. It feels a little uneven, but it also feels good in the hand, and the whiskers are even and intact. If it were not damaged, it would be a really good pen.

The key is to try your spiritual power.

Zhou Shu glanced at the old man. The old man was distracted and didn't pay attention to him at all.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, carefully injected a bit of spiritual power, and suddenly said "Huh" in surprise.

According to his knowledge, when spiritual power enters the talisman pen, it should reach the tip of the pen without any hindrance. Only in this way can the spiritual power be accurately controlled, guide the talisman ink, and draw the talisman patterns. But now the spiritual power he inputs seems to have been affected by a wave of force.

The suction force is directly sucked into the pen body, and then several tiny vortices are formed, entangled together, and then dispersed to the tip of the pen.

The spiritual power seemed to have been filtered, but the filtered spiritual power was no longer stable. Instead, it became irritable and difficult to control, but at the same time, it became more powerful.

This feeling was very familiar to him, and he had experienced it many times, because the spiritual energy tide in his body was somewhat similar to it, but he never expected that the talisman pen could also produce such an effect.

Very weird, but also very interesting.

The old man frowned and glanced at him, "Bah! What's so bad. These are magic weapons that have failed to be refined and become useless. You want to find treasures from me? That's not possible, kid."

He was right. According to the Tao of Talisman, this talisman pen is not suitable for drawing talisman at all. After all, the talisman pen is a channel for spiritual power to pass through. The spiritual power must be allowed to flow unobstructed. Any slight change may cause the talisman master's spiritual power to flow.

He lost control of his power and failed to draw the talisman.

There was probably an error during the refining of this pen. Not only did the spiritual power change, but it also changed greatly. It is obvious that it cannot be used as a talisman pen, and it is considered useless after refining.

"Oh, it looks quite unique."

Zhou Shu smiled, put down his pen and picked up another object, looking at it carefully.

The old man glanced at him, his expression slightly strange, and continued to close his eyes to rest, ignoring him.

Zhou Shu pretended to look through various discarded magic weapons, but he kept thinking about the pen in his heart.

That pen might be of no use to other people and be trash, but to him, it was very different.

He has powerful deductions and calculations. After a period of time, he will definitely be able to figure out the rules of how the talisman pen changes spiritual power. In addition, he has precise and perfect control. Using this talisman pen to draw talismans, the actual effect may be better than other talismans.

The pen is even better, and its shortcomings of weak spiritual power can be compensated to a certain extent, which is even better.

Gotta get it.

After a while, he carefully picked out a few magic weapons and placed them together with the talisman pen. "Old man, how do you sell these things?"

The old man turned sideways, as if he didn't expect Zhou Shu to really want to buy something. He stared at Zhou Shu for a while, stretched out his hand and said, "Five hundred together, middle grade."

"So expensive?"

Zhou Shu was startled, the price was ridiculously different from what he imagined.

"Is it expensive? I don't know anything, but I still want to learn how to pick up treasures."

A trace of disdain flashed in the old man's eyes, and he waved his hand, "If you want it, go away. If you don't want it, get out. Don't hinder me from sleeping."

This old man sells things so poorly, no wonder there is no one around the stall, which is in sharp contrast to other stalls.

But Zhou Shu didn't care about the old man's attitude. Instead, he smiled and saluted, "I am ignorant, please give me some advice."

"The boy still has some humility, which is rare."

After several mockings, Zhou Shu remained indifferent, and the old man's attitude also softened a bit.

He stretched out his hand and pointed, and a ring-shaped object on the wooden frame flew up and hung in front of Zhou Shu's eyes.

"Young man, you can see clearly. This jade ring is made of third-level warm-yang jade. Although the refining process is damaged, it is still somewhat useful. It can be used to repel cold and provide water. Wearing it for a long time can also warm and nourish the body.

.And its material structure has not changed, so there is no problem in using it as a material to refine other magic weapons. Isn’t it expensive to charge you one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones?"

With his fingers flying, Zhou Shu's favorite things floated up one by one. The old man explained a few words about each abandoned magic weapon, which benefited Zhou Shu a lot.

People outside couldn't hear what was being said inside, but they pointed at it.

"It's strange, people also come to see old man Wu Ming's stall."

"He must be a new person, otherwise whoever goes there will not be able to withstand his bad temper, and the things are so expensive."

"Haha, you're wrong to say that. Wu Ming doesn't specialize in selling things, he just plays with them when he's tired of refining weapons."

"Hey, it looks like what they said is pretty strong."

The old man Wu Ming started talking, but seemed a little unable to hold it back.

"I have put a lot of effort into this pen. It is made of third-level green bamboo and third-level cloud grass, using a special water refining method. Unfortunately, there was an error when the seal carving formation was carved, which affected the

In the spiritual power channel inside, the spiritual power went crazy. As a result, the talisman pen failed and became a complete waste. If there are no mistakes in the end, the finished product is at least a third-level magic weapon. That is the first time that I have refined a third-level magic weapon! What a pity, what a pity.

!”

Zhou Shu nodded secretly. It sounded like this old man was a rare weapon master, and he was a master who could refine third-level materials. He was rare in Qingxiafang City, and it was a chance to meet him.

"Thank you for the advice, father-in-law, but I really don't have that many spiritual stones. Can I barter for them?"

Zhou Shu took out the storage bag and put it on the wooden shelf, with some reluctance in his eyes, "Just use it in exchange."

Without the spirit stone, Zhou Shu had no choice but to exchange the only thing worth the spirit stone for the purpose of making the talisman.

His storage bag is indeed quite impressive. In terms of magic weapon class in this world, it can be considered to be at the second level. It looks no more than the size of a palm, but there is nearly a hundred cubic feet of space inside, which can isolate most of the spiritual energy. It is quite large.

good.

Although the price of storage bags is generally much lower than that of magic weapons of the same level, the price of this second-level one is about two to three hundred mid-grade spiritual stones.

The old man took the storage bag, his eyes showed a bit of joy, he lowered his head and rubbed it for a while, then injected spiritual power to look at it carefully.

After a while, the old man raised his head and looked at Zhou Shu, "Yes, the refining method of this storage bag is a bit novel, but it is worth studying. It is calculated as three hundred middle-grade items. You can choose three of these things I have."

"Thank you, husband!"

Zhou Shu was so happy that he quickly grabbed three useless magic weapons and the talisman pen was naturally among them.

"Wait a minute." The old man suddenly said.

Zhou Shu was worried that something had changed, so he quickly said, "Old man, what's wrong?"

"This green smoke pen..." The old man looked at the talisman pen, with a hint of indestructibility in his eyes. The green smoke pen cost him a lot of energy, and the damage on it was caused by his anger when he failed to refine it. His feelings

Deep down, I can’t bear to sell it.

Zhou Shu looked a little nervous. If the old man didn't sell it now, there was nothing he could do.

"Forget it, just go."

The old man sighed and waved his hand.

"Old man, I'm going to say goodbye."

Zhou Shu felt relieved and quickly turned around and left.

His face was filled with joy. He finally had a talisman pen, and the green smoke pen was quite unusual. It was very suitable for him and would make his journey of making talismans smoother.

He followed the path back to his residence, but stopped after taking a few steps, and the smile froze on his face.

Not far away, Lao Zhu and two other cultivators were looking at him maliciously.
Chapter completed!