"Shopkeeper Zhao, do you want to bring out some more spirit beads?"
Seeing that the spiritual beads were sold out, Gude Zhao asked in a low voice. He knew that the spiritual beads were all stored in the warehouse, and only a small part of them were displayed.
"No need, just grab it."
Zhao Lin said nonchalantly, "If it's sold out in two or three days, who will come to our store to buy anything?"
Gudzhao thought for a moment and probably understood what Zhao Lin meant, so he said nothing more.
Half a month passed in a flash...
"Inferior spiritual practice room, two days!"
Zhao Lin walked into the Lingxiu Pavilion and said to the monk in front of the counter.
After returning from the sea, I have been busy with business and can only squeeze out a little time to practice every day.
Now that the business is on the right track, Zhao Lin is ready to work hard and practice hard.
After all, whether it’s going to sea or running a shop, it’s all about cultivating Taoism and immortality, and you can’t put the cart before the horse.
"Twelve good deeds, one hundred spirit coins."
The receiving monk reported the price, took out a token, pointed to the corridor on the right and said: "Spiritual Practice Room No. 3 C."
Zhao Lin paid the money, walked into the corridor, and came to the third spiritual room.
I illuminated it with the token, and the stone door slowly opened.
Entering the spiritual practice room, Zhao Lin suddenly stopped in his steps, with a look of sudden realization on his face.
There is still a trace of the atmosphere left by the previous monks in the room!
"I see!"
Zhao Lin murmured to himself, finally wanting to understand something.
This time when he went out to sea to perform a mission, the underground monks tracked him through the mirror trace talisman.
Zhao Lin has always been unable to figure out how the other party got his aura, and now the truth has come to light.
He felt a chill in his heart. There must be someone from the Di An Sect in the city who was secretly watching him.
In fact, Zhao Lin had already speculated in this regard. He had killed fourteen Di An Sect monks on his first trip to sea, and he must have been on the Di An Sect's blacklist.
Not to mention this time, seizing three Pearl Beaches and killing three foundation-building monks who changed their realm would make the opponent even more unwilling to give up.
"It seems that no matter what you do in the future, you must be careful, leave the prefectures, counties, and cities, and try to take the spirit boat to not give the Di An Sect a chance to attack."
After thinking for a while, he took out four bottles of elixirs from the lock bag: Huang Gu Dan, Ning Yuan Dan, Yanghun Pills, and Shao Huan Dan.
Zhao Lin has never been stingy with money in cultivation. He made a fortune this time and bought a lot of pills when he returned to Fang City.
Huang Gu Dan and Ning Yuan Dan are essential medicines in the later stages of Qi refining. Yanghun Pills are used to cultivate spiritual consciousness and are auxiliary elixirs for the Nine Transformation Condensation Skill.
Shaohuandan was purchased by Zhao Lin from an auction. It can stimulate the potential and vitality of the human body and speed up the practice.
However, this elixir also has a disadvantage, that is, the vitality stimulated can only last for about five years. Once the time passes, the human body's vitality will decline significantly, which is actually an overdraft.
The way of martial arts is to move forward without hesitation.
Building a foundation within five years is the goal Zhao Lin has set for himself. Only in this way can he force himself to go all out.
one day……
Two days...
Zhao Lin finished refining the four pills.
The three spiritual orifices of Huagai, Purple Palace and Yutang between the chest and abdomen showed signs of loosening at the same time.
"Sure enough, only by experiencing the catastrophe of life and death can one's cultivation level advance by leaps and bounds."
Joy flashed in Zhao Lin's eyes. Once these three spiritual orifices are opened, his spiritual power will rise to another level, and he will be able to control second-level spells more easily.
Thinking of this, he looked inward and looked at the spiritual chart.
There are currently five second-level spells and one magic circle.
Earth spell: Collapse of mountains and cracking of earth.
Ice walking spell: ice whirling hammer.
Water magic: Water Demon Fist.
Non-attribute spell: Concentration.
Thunder Spell: Thunder Shadow Clone.
There is also a defensive formation that I learned when I purchased the spirit boat: the Wutu Air Control Formation.
Wind spells and fire spells are temporarily vacant.
Zhao Lin has decided to choose Soaring Clouds and Skies for the Fengxing spell, but he has no idea yet as to what the second-level Fire spell should be.
"Let's talk about it later. Good spells are rare."
He raised his head and glanced at the hourglass on the wall. The time was approaching and he decided to stop practicing here.
Zhao Lin used the token to open the stone door, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood at the door for a while.
It wasn't until the atmosphere in the spiritual practice room dissipated that he walked to the counter in the hall and handed the token back to the receptionist monk.
"Linglong Pavilion is the number one in refining weapons and has unparalleled magic weapons. Welcome to come and buy it."
"Our store acquires, repairs, and identifies high-level magic weapons. Fellow Taoists who are in need of this can also come in and take a look!"
When Zhao Lin passed by Linglong Pavilion, he saw two waiters standing in front of the door, shouting and soliciting customers.
I couldn't help but feel moved in my heart.
Three magic weapons were seized after going to sea. Needless to say, the eight-sided ancient mirror must be a good thing. Zhao Lin planned to stay, but he was a little undecided about the silver dragon whip and the black bag.
Both the whip and the bag are side magic weapons that are rarely seen. Zhao Lin only has a rough understanding of weapon refining and cannot see their value.
I looked through the classics and found no relevant records.
Linglong Pavilion is a millennium-old brand that specializes in refining weapons, and they happen to be good at this.
"Why don't you go in and ask."
Thinking of this, Zhao Lin turned around and walked into Linglong Pavilion.
Everyone in the store recognized Zhao Lin, and someone immediately ran to the inner hall to inform Liu Chaoyuan.
"Shopkeeper, Zhao Lin is here."
"What is he here for?"
Liu Chaoyuan raised his head when he heard this, put down the book in his hand, and prepared to go out and take a look.
After two years of getting along, Liu Chaoyuan's impression of Zhao Lin has greatly improved.
At the beginning, Jindan Hall relied on the reputation of Linglong Pavilion to attract customers, but now it is the other way around, with Linglong Pavilion taking advantage of Jindan Hall.
Liu Chaoyuan knew this very well. Although he rarely made sarcastic remarks when meeting, he quite recognized Zhao Lin in his heart.
"Senior Liu, I have something to ask you."
Zhao Lin walked into the inner hall, cupped his hands and said.
"Oh, what do you want me to ask you?"
Liu Chaoyuan sent the waiter away, twirled his beard and put on an air of dignity.
"I have a friend who asked me to identify two magic weapons..."
Zhao Lin was just halfway through his words when he was interrupted by Liu Chaoyuan: "Don't do this, what friend? You want to identify it yourself, right?"
"This...is really a friend."
Zhao Lin smiled awkwardly.
Liu Chaoyuan looked at Zhao Lin and said in a half-joking tone: "Our store can identify magic weapons, but it requires a fee. The higher the level of the magic weapon, the more expensive the fee will be."
"Haha... Once you get used to it, you have to say it first, so as not to say that I'm cheating on you later."
Zhao Lin nodded and said: "Of course, identifying magic weapons is a matter of skill. This junior knows this truth."
"It's good to know. The appraisal of the magic weapon is kept secret. Let's move to another place."
Liu Chaoyuan nodded with satisfaction, and was also curious about what kind of magic weapon Zhao Lin brought. He stood up and led Zhao Lin to the VIP room on the second floor.
The VIP room is small and elegantly decorated with ancient charm.
There are four chairs per table, an ink painting hangs on the inner wall, and a burner of sandalwood is burning in the corner of the room, and the fragrance overflows.
Liu Chaoyuan sat down casually, beckoning Zhao Lin to come and sit down as well: "Take out your treasure and let me see it." (End of Chapter)
