"Dark Emperor Sutra" was like being stimulated. The black air flow was moving at high speed. Wherever it passed, the cold and stiff feeling was like ice and snow melting quietly when seeing the sun. When Liu Wei'an opened his eyes, he found that the sky had turned dark. Liang, after a moment of confusion, he was shocked.
He didn't do anything, and the night passed, but it felt like it was just a blink of an eye. When I looked at the ancient stone tablets, I felt a sense of inscrutability. The old bluestone tablets were still old, and the mysterious symbols half-covered by dust were faintly dilapidated. From the outside, they were inconspicuous at all. But just such a stone tablet made him lost for a whole night.
I shook my head violently, feeling extremely exhausted mentally, but I felt an indescribable joy. It seemed that I had gotten a huge treasure. I thought about it carefully, but there was nothing. I felt so weird and contradictory. I only realized it when I left sadly. Unknowingly, I stepped on the second step.
He didn't think about what was going on. He just felt that this place was full of evil and many things were not according to common sense. No wonder Huang Chisheng refused to come in. Only then did he realize that he had underestimated the evil nature in Huang Chisheng's words. How could it be so easy to be in a place that could make even a silver-level expert fear him like a tiger?
"Master Fu, are you finally out?" Outside the stone gate, Huang Chisheng was restless. He wanted to rush in several times, but his hand touched the stone gate and retracted again. Seeing that the sky was bright, he was almost desperate and regretted taking Liu Wei with him. When An comes to this place, you must know that two gold-level masters have committed suicide because of this place.
"Go back." Liu Wei'an was covered with a black scarf, so his expression couldn't be seen, but his weakness could still be heard from his voice.
"Okay, okay, go back, go back." Huang Chisheng didn't notice Liu Wei'an's weakness. His mood was completely filled with joy, and his expression became more and more respectful. A person who could stay in front of the ancient stone tablet for one night was enough to make him sad. He looked up.
The Plum Blossom Merchant Guild's foothold in Black Dragon City is very luxurious. It has a large courtyard, with a shop of more than a thousand square meters in the front, and four courtyards in the back. Liu Wei'an once stood outside and looked at it from a distance. At that time, he was thinking about when he would have a courtyard like this. He never thought that he would have the opportunity to live in it today.
"Master Fu, this is your residence. It has been cleaned. If there is anything else you are not satisfied with, I will have it changed immediately." Huang Chisheng said respectfully.
This is a small independent courtyard, a courtyard, a living room, a room, and a workshop. In addition, there is an independent kitchen and a maid's room. It is a single family. It is better than living in an inn. Although Liu Wei'an's net worth has risen during this period, he has not yet adapted to this change in status. He was stunned for a moment and then said: "Okay, that's it. I have no requirements for where to live."
"Yes, Master Fu, please have a good rest. I won't disturb you. This is Yan'er. If you have any orders, you can tell Yan'er and she will take care of everything." Huang Chisheng said.
"I know." Liu Wei'an then noticed that behind Huang Chisheng was a fragile maid, with a beautiful face, only 18 or 19 years old, her eyes were a little panicked, her white and tender fingers pinched the corners of her clothes, full of concern. The new owner is unfamiliar with the nervousness and uneasiness.
Huang Chisheng apologized and left. The maid named Yan'er also left, but came in again after a while, carrying a bowl of thick soup. "This is Qi-enhancing soup. It contains angelica, ginseng, snow lotus, goblin, blood-replenishing flower, rafflesia and other qi- and blood-nourishing medicinal herbs. It has been slowly simmered for eight hours. It is just right to drink it at this time." Yan'er whispered. He introduced carefully, not daring to look at Liu Wei'an.
The Yiqi soup is served in a sea bowl. The soup is very clear. At first glance, you might have thought it was water. The faint aroma makes your body feel refreshed. Liu Wei'an took the Yiqi soup and said thank you, thinking: The treatment from the Meihua Chamber of Commerce is really good. A bowl of soup like this costs more than a thousand copper coins outside.
Just as he was about to pull off the black scarf, he thought for a moment and said to Yan'er, "Go down. I'll call you if anything happens."
"Yes." Yan'er bowed and left the room. Liu Wei'an then took off the black scarf and took a sip of the Yiqi soup. A strong aroma slid down his throat and directly to his stomach, and then a heat filled his whole body, and every cell in his body groaned. Sure enough, It's good stuff. Although it's not as good as the Shiquan Dabu Pills prepared by Sun Lingzhi, it's still a first-class good soup. I drank the Yiqi Decoction in one gulp and fell asleep.
The strange events last night made him extremely exhausted. He didn't know what happened during the night, but it was certain that his body had changed, otherwise there would be no joyful emotions in his soul. Two hours later, he opened his eyes, full of energy and in surprisingly good condition.
"No wonder rich people have better physical fitness. If they drink this tonic soup every day, even a pig can live a few more years." Liu Wei'an subconsciously believed that this was the credit of Yiqi Decoction.
After opening the door and walking out of the room, Yan'er heard the movement and immediately walked out of a small room next door. She asked with a bit of urgency and uneasiness: "What are your orders, Master?"
"I have to work, are you ready?" Liu Wei'an's eyes swept over Yan'er's face.
"Everything is ready, bamboo arrows, talisman paper, cinnabar, writing brush and rejuvenation pills..." Yan'er lowered her hands and said.
"Rejuvenation pills?" Liu Wei'an interjected.
"Yes, Qi Qi Pills." Yan'er raised her eyes and glanced at him quickly, seemingly a little surprised when she found that he was looking at him with intense eyes. She was startled and immediately lowered her head like a frightened rabbit.
"What is the Huiqi Pill?" Liu Wei'an was a little confused. Is there any other elixir needed to draw a spell? He himself was a monk on the way, so he was really unsure about this.
"The Huiqi Pill can restore physical strength when you are tired." Yan'er explained, but she was even more surprised. She knew that Liu Wei'an was a spell master. Since he was a spell master, how could he not even know about the vitality pills, which are essential pills for spell masters? This puzzled her.
When he came to the studio, Liu Wei'an was shocked again. The Plum Blossom Chamber of Commerce was indeed a big business. The studio was more than ten times larger than the house he lived in. There were piles of bamboo arrows, all of which were top quality. Although bamboo arrows are the lowest level of arrows, they are also divided into three, six or nine grades. Low-grade bamboo arrows are poorly made and will affect the range and accuracy. Medium-grade bamboo arrows have greatly improved accuracy and are basically suitable for archers with some financial resources. , they all choose mid-grade bamboo arrows, while high-grade bamboo arrows are relatively rare. The time and energy required to make a top-grade bamboo arrow is far more than that of mid-grade bamboo arrows, but the sales volume is not as good as that of mid-grade bamboo arrows, so ordinary arrows are made No master would bother making high-grade arrows. Liu Wei'an had been in Black Dragon City for a month and didn't see many high-grade bamboo arrows. All he used were medium-grade bamboo arrows. That's why I was so surprised to see this large pile of top-grade bamboo arrows, totaling fifty or sixty thousand.
The talisman paper, cinnabar, and writing brushes were all of the highest quality. His eyes fell on a bottle of elixir on the table, and he poured out one pill on the palm of his hand. The milky-white elixir was about the size of a soybean and exuded a faint aroma. Liu Wei'an observed it. After a while, another bottle was put in. Start debugging Cinnabar. Seeing this, Yan'er exited the room and closed the door. The spell master cannot be disturbed while working. This is what Huang Chisheng warned her sternly. In fact, every spell master has his own craft, which is a mystery that is not passed down.
After debugging, Liu Wei'an walked to the bamboo arrow with cinnabar and began to draw the talisman. As for the talisman paper, he put it away politely. The other talisman masters need to draw the talisman on the talisman paper first, and then print it. On the bamboo arrow, this has a higher success rate. He doesn't need this process at all and can get it right in one step.
With a movement of his wrist, the brush emitted a complex shadow, red traces flowed out, and a complex rune flashed, then the light dimmed and the trace disappeared. A talisman arrow has been drawn.
Liu Wei'an was overjoyed. His ability to draw spells seemed to have advanced to a new level without knowing it. His arms were suspended in the air, only his wrists were twisting in a small range, and the brush was trembling, outlining mysterious and mysterious trajectories, and arrows. Then one formed, and the speed was astonishingly fast.
Before Liu Wei'an drew spells, he had to go through warm-up, slow-heating, then gradually getting better, and finally entering the psychic state. However, the psychic state is difficult to enter. It can only be entered every three to five days, and every time it is entered, the moment It is very short and will exit in less than an hour. The state of entering the good state is reached more often and lasts longer than the psychic state. However, it cannot be entered casually and must be in excellent condition. Only then can he enter, but at this moment, he just made the first stroke and entered a state of getting better and better.
The made bamboo arrows were thrown away casually, but they were all piled up neatly. The number increased from small to large, and finally more and more. One hour, two hours, three hours... When it got dark, Liu Weian stopped. When I came down, I took a look at the arrows that were made and was stunned. There were so many arrows, at least a thousand.
"Why are there so many?"
He knows the speed of making talisman arrows best. From sixty arrows an hour a month ago, it has slowly become eighty, ninety, and barely reached one hundred ten days ago. In the past ten days, , basically kept around a hundred, sometimes one or two more, sometimes one or two less, it was difficult to break through. He himself understood that the speed had reached a bottleneck, and if he wanted to increase it, it would take many years of practice.
From noon to now, in almost seven hours, a thousand talisman arrows have been drawn. Calculated, the average number per hour is more than 140, and the number of discarded arrows is less than fifty, which is less than half. , this achievement was something he had never dared to imagine before.
In the darkness, he sat on the ground with his brush thrown aside casually. He was thinking about the reasons for his progress. The material was one thing and the state was another. But the two combined were not enough to make his spell technology advance by leaps and bounds. The only The possibility is that last night...
Dodo dodo! A sudden knock on the door echoed in the empty room, startling him.
"What's up?"
"Dinner...is ready..." Yan'er's trembling voice sounded, as if she was frightened by him.
"Wait a minute, I'll be right back." Liu Wei'an's voice returned to calmness.
