"Shop, how do you sell this robe?"
In a clothing store with the logo of 'Qingyun Sect' printed on the store sign, customers are bustling in and out.
After disguising himself, Chen Ping observed the robe area for a long time and finally chose a first-level low-grade robe.
"These are 6 medium-grade spiritual stones." The waiter said politely.
The wooden sign hanging on the robe has all the information marked on it, including the manufacturer's name, the forging process, the magic circle contained, etc.
Therefore, the waiter in the shop did not introduce any more details and just quoted a price.
Chen Ping frowned and said dissatisfied:
"Isn't this too expensive for you? In the weapons shop next door, a magic sword doesn't cost that much."
"You monk..." The waiter rolled his eyes and said:
"What's the comparison between a magic robe and a magic sword? They don't have the same purpose at all, right?"
"Besides, the robe is made of demonic silk. The material itself is extremely expensive. It needs to be soaked with special medicines, and restrictions need to be carved during the refining process. The master's spiritual power must be controlled with extremely high accuracy, and the consumption is very high. It’s huge. Of these steps, which one doesn’t require more meticulous craftsmanship than the magic sword? Isn’t it normal for it to be more expensive?”
That makes sense, but it's still too expensive.
600 low-grade spiritual stones.
Chen Ping Xunxun said:
"It can't be so expensive. This robe is just a magic circle. How difficult can it be? I heard that a caravan just came here a few days ago. The supply of goods is at its most abundant. If you don't give me an honest price, I can go There are other companies.”
"Okay, okay, today's first order, I'll give you a cheaper price, forget it and make a friend." The corner of the waiter's mouth twitched, and his abacus crackled, calculating the appropriate discount.
Chen Ping was speechless.
Every shop owner has to make friends with him.
Next, Chen Ping tried his best to bargain fiercely.
Finally bought it for 507 low-grade spiritual stones.
The 540 low-grade spiritual stones originally at his disposal shrank to 33 in an instant.
Return to poverty in one day.
Thinking of later generations, when people were working on a monthly basis, the first week of salary payment - "Come on, be happy." The second or third week after the salary is paid - "You guys go get together, I'm quite busy at work these days." The fourth week of salary payment - "Brother, please send me the Pinxixi link of your instant noodles."
In this new life, we will still be members of the Moonlight Clan! !
This is probably... right?
After buying the robe, I spent 4 spiritual stones to buy some spiritual rice and monster meat.
I was curious to find that monster meat has become cheaper recently. A few months ago, one spirit stone cost ten kilograms, but now you can buy it for almost 12 kilograms, which is as much as 20% cheaper.
'Are there more monsters? '
'Or are there more beast hunters? '
Chen Ping was puzzled, but he was too lazy to think about it.
For him, it's a good thing that monster meat is cheap. The cheaper the better. He won't hunt beasts anyway. On the contrary, the cost of living is lower.
...
After returning home, Chen Ping couldn't wait to put on the robe.
Reflected in front of the water tank.
Absolutely.
A very handsome boy.
The robe is light blue, with intricate patterns on the skirt and cuffs, which is both simple and elegant.
The robe is made of demon silk and is very comfortable to wear. Under the gentle breeze, the robes fluttered... I felt like an immortal master.
Of course, this is not the most important thing.
The important thing is that this robe has a spirit gathering formation engraved on it.
This is the reason why Chen Ping bought it.
His cultivation progress was too slow and he needed some auxiliary tools. Instead of taking one-time elixirs, it would be better to get a set of robes with long flowing water.
But now after he put on the robe, he immediately felt the spiritual energy in the air gathering towards him like a trickle.
You don't need to work hard to collect the energy, you can use it for yourself.
Chen Ping sat down cross-legged and began to practice the 'Evergreen Kung Fu'.
Half an hour later, the skill decisively +1.
Another hour later, the skill was +1 again.
After the second hour, the skill is +1 as expected.
Chen Ping was overjoyed.
Sure enough, it speeded up greatly.
In the past three months, his Evergreen Skills have improved from '25/100' to '71/100', an increase of only 46 points.
At the current pace, even if the subsequent speed will slow down, it is estimated that it will only take a month at most for him to upgrade the Evergreen Kung Fu to a proficient level.
This is the benefit of the simultaneous existence of resource feeding and proficiency panels.
Simply overbearing.
This robe...
It's a bit expensive, but worth it.
That afternoon.
Chen Ping went to Zhang Zheng's house again. He needed to buy some talisman skins.
"Have you used all the 500 pieces of talisman skins?" Zhang Zheng was surprised to hear that Chen Ping said he wanted to buy talisman skins again.
It’s only been two months.
That's 500 adult skins.
Chen Ping sneered:
"When you've finished it, come over and buy some more."
"This..., is it possible that Fellow Daoist Chen is making talisman skins at home every day?" Zhang Zheng couldn't help but laugh.
you do not say.
I basically didn’t go out for two months.
Chen Ping thought mockingly to himself without denying:
"My cultivation level is low, so it is inevitable to be in danger when I go out. In addition, I like to be quiet by nature and don't like to interact with others, so it is better to stay at home and be more comfortable."
"That's true, it's good to stay at home." Zhang Zheng agreed: "In this world... there is no peaceful life. Last time someone set up a ring in the north of the city, I thought about looking for a chance, but it was stolen instead. A money bag, hey, there are five spiritual stones."
Chen Ping:......
...It’s a bit of a waste to join in the excitement.
But think about it, luckily I retreated in time, otherwise who knows what would have happened.
Having money stolen is a trivial matter, but endangering one's life is a huge loss.
"Of those 500 pieces of talisman skin, how many talisman skins did Fellow Daoist Chen make?" Zhang Zheng asked curiously.
Chen Ping gave a sloppy look:
"There can be no talisman. I mainly use it to practice the craftsmanship of talisman, and almost all of it has been scrapped."
"No wonder. It was like this when I first started learning. I can't rush it." Zhang Zheng comforted.
Hearing Chen Ping say that he didn't learn it, he breathed a sigh of relief. It was like he failed the exam, but knowing that his companions also failed the exam, the feeling was exactly the same.
...a sense of community of 'I'm not alone' or 'He's just as bad as me'.
A feeling that comes naturally to people.
He has learned it twice on his own, but it is still half a bucket of water so far. Not to mention the low success rate of the talisman he makes, he can't even sell 13 pieces of talisman for one spirit stone. Chen Ping just went to Master Qi to learn for the first time, how could he possibly master the technique?
This bowl of rice is not delicious.
...It's still a good deal to sell it as leather.
Thinking of this, Zhang Zheng quickly asked Chen Ping: "How many pieces of leather do you want this time?"
"Two hundred sheets, do you have them?"
Zhang Zheng's eyes widened and he couldn't help but take a deep breath... This is a truly distinguished customer. He just bought 500 tickets two months ago, and this time he bought 200 more.
The amount sold to Chen Ping per person was more than the total amount of skins he sold in the market.
"I'm busy with other things these days, so I won't have so many for now. How about I give you 100 pieces first, and in ten days... no, in half a month, I'll give you another 100 pieces?" Zhang Zheng said quickly.
"Okay." Chen Ping nodded.
After chatting with Zhang Zheng for a while, he came out of his leather-working room.
In late spring and early summer, the weather has begun to heat up, and the smell of Zhang Zheng's leather-making room is getting more and more suffocating. It is said that formaldehyde in the cortex easily exceeds the standard, but I don’t know if this is true.
It’s uncomfortable to stay any longer.
Chen Ping is pleased that he chose to give up making leather.
