The fact was exactly what he thought. When he came here during the ugly period, the place was already overcrowded.
It’s hard to imagine that there could be such a lively place on the outskirts of the city in the middle of the night.
There are various vendors and a wide range of goods.
Not only exercises, martial arts, weapons and elixirs, but also some medicinal materials and even food.
Shen Cong, who had changed his appearance, came to the street to look around, and soon found his target.
It was a small stall run by a middle-aged man, with several exercise books on it. There were only a few customers in front of the stall.
When Shen Lai arrived, he found that the above exercises were basically simple boxing and kicking techniques, and they couldn't even be called martial arts.
But the price is quite high, each price is twenty taels of silver.
At first glance, it seems that it is nothing compared to the consumption of the warrior, but in fact, these external skills are just to strengthen the body, and there are two more sets of moves, and they have no real lethality.
The most important thing is that this thing is a manuscript. If you learn it today, he will learn it tomorrow, and everyone will know it. The value is self-evident and frighteningly low.
"Hey, sir, you want to buy some exercises? We have everything here, including boxing, kicking, and grappling. It's cheap and affordable."
Shen Cong squatted down and fiddled with the book twice.
"They are all deceptive manuscripts, they don't even have any grade."
The boss was not angry either, he smiled and praised:
"Your Majesty, you have good eyesight. These are indeed handwritten manuscripts of no rank, but if your Majesty wants some higher-level skills, we don't have them. Just look at this..."
As he said this, he rubbed his two thumbs. It was obvious that he wanted money.
Shen Cong threw the book back.
"Money is not an issue. What kind of skills do you have?"
"I dare not say anything else. As long as we have enough money, we can also get the spiritual level skills for our guests."
Shen Cong's heart moved. The inner skill and mental technique he is currently practicing, Ben Lei Jue, is from the Ming level. The Wang family relied on the mental skills and martial arts at the Ming level to dominate Luoshui Town. Although the spiritual level is not as good as the Ming level, it is still better than the Ming level. This crap is much stronger.
"How much do you want for one portion?"
"Hey, the minimum is five hundred taels."
"Five hundred taels? Are you treating me like a raw egg? Since you're so insincere, you'd better keep it for yourself."
Shen Cong turned around and left, but the vendor quickly stopped him.
"Hey, sir, please don't leave. There are strong and weak techniques at the same level, and prices vary. If you want it cheaper, I also have one or two hundred taels of spiritual-level techniques."
After hearing this, Shen Cong, who had his back to the vendor, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, turned his head, and recovered as before.
"I want to read the physical book of the exercises. Besides, I don't go to private places. I just do business here openly."
The hawker was impressed by Shen Cong's sophistication and guessed that he was probably a martial arts expert, so he didn't think anything else.
"Of course, no problem. Sir, please come with me."
Then he put away his few books of exercises and led Shen Lai to an alley behind with the exercises in hand. Ten meters away was the black market street.
After he whistled, not long after, a dark-skinned woman came out of the corner. She was not pretty, but her steps were light and strong, and she was obviously a martial arts practitioner.
Shen Cong speculated that she should not be in the top grade, but it was not much different.
For the vast majority of people, this half-step is a chasm, but the proportion of those who have reached the top grade is not high among all races, so she can be regarded as a rare little master.
"Hurry up. If you wait too long, the stall will be robbed soon."
"I know, you are the only one who talks a lot."
The woman was a little unhappy and took out a book of exercises with a yellowed cover and handed it to the vendor, who handed it to Shen Cong.
"Sir, please inspect the goods. But first, I have agreed that I will only show you ten breaths."
Shen Cong nodded, took the book, and checked it roughly.
This is a martial arts book called Kongmingquan.
Although he had never been exposed to martial arts, just by looking at it, he had already confirmed that this was a high-level skill, because it already talked about the concept of operating spiritual energy in combat.
"Okay, it's the real thing."
"Hehe, we got this skill with great difficulty. In order to get this skill, my wife almost lost her life..."
The hawker started selling melons and boasted about himself, but Shen Cong interrupted him directly.
"Just tell me how much it costs."
"If you want it, guest sir, then..."
Before the hawker finished speaking, the woman had already spoken first:
"Three hundred and sixty taels."
When Shen Cong heard this, he directly stuffed the book back into the vendor's hands.
"If you are not sincere, don't call me in the first place. It will waste time."
The hawker was a little impatient.
"Hey, sir, please don't argue with her. She is a bitch, with long hair and short knowledge. You want to buy it, two hundred and twenty taels."
Shen Cong smiled. The two of them sang together, did they really think he was a rich man?
This kind of marketing method is really difficult for ordinary people to distinguish. Women shout high prices, while men shout low prices, which makes customers have the mentality of making a lot of money and want to pay immediately.
Even if they want to take advantage of it further, it is nothing more than erasing the twenty taels. The other party has calculated the customer's psychology very well. In fact, they should have planned to sell to two hundred taels from the beginning.
"Fifty taels."
Shen Cong spoke directly, and the other party was instantly dumbfounded.
"This... Sir, are you kidding us? This is a high-level skill!"
"I know that if it is a Ming-level skill, it can be sold for a thousand taels or even several thousand taels, but the value of a Ling-level skill can only reach one-tenth of that of the Ming level, which is a hundred to several hundred taels. between.
However, you must have left a manuscript, right? It’s not just one sold to me, it will continue to be sold in the future. So it's not worth that much. "
Being directly exposed by Shen Cong, both of them looked a little embarrassed. Shen Cong continued:
"If you sell one more copy, you will earn one more copy. The principal of fifty taels is just a few pieces of paper, a little ink, and copying. If you miss it, it will be gone."
The peddler sighed, as if admitting defeat.
"Yes, I have met a master today. Fifty taels is just fifty taels. At worst, you can take more care of our business in the future."
"Of course it's no problem."
Shen Cong gave fifty taels and took back the Kong Ming Fist in the opponent's hand.
He did not leave the black market. He had the technique, and the next step was to buy some spiritual liquid to speed up his practice.
The Thunderbolt Technique is a Ming-level mental method with nine levels in total. I have only cultivated to the fourth level currently, and there are still five levels that I have not yet mastered. When I practice those five levels again, my cultivation speed will be several times that of now, which is enough. If you want to rush up two more levels, you must rush up as soon as possible.
As long as your cultivation level is high enough, you can have access to better techniques.
