The bright orange candlelight dispelled the darkness and illuminated the things inside the box.
Ten stacks of yellow paper, ten large bottles of cinnabar, a wolf-hair pen, and three banknotes.
The yellow paper is high-quality yellow paper made in Linxian County. The market price for a stack of 100 sheets is one tael of silver. The cinnabar is also extraordinary, and each bottle costs no less than one tael of silver. As for the langhao pen, it is made by a master pen maker himself. It is so meticulous that it only takes one year to make one, which costs close to thirty taels of silver. It is often expensive but not marketable.
Adding the three together, the base will cost fifty taels of silver!
And the denomination of each of the three banknotes reached an astonishing one hundred taels.
In other words, this "small gift" from Magistrate Zhang is worth three hundred and fifty taels of silver!
What a huge sum of money!
You know, the purchasing power of one tael of silver is quite strong in Daqian. Depending on the market fluctuations, it can buy four to eight shi of grain, which is equivalent to a thousand yuan of Blue Star.
Three hundred and fifty taels of silver is 350,000 yuan!
Such a "huge amount of money" is definitely not what an honest official can afford.
After Wang Changsheng was stunned for a moment, he finally understood: In addition to being grateful for this huge sum of money, there was also a vague intention to win over him.
After all, there are now signs of monsters in Huashi County. If there are monsters again in the future, Magistrate Zhang will inevitably have to interact with Qingfengguan again. With this "small gift" as a foundation, it will be easier to come to the door to request.
Yamen servant Zhao Li once said that Magistrate Zhang is a good official, but a good official is not the same as an honest official.
Wang Changsheng didn't bother to worry too much about this.
He got rid of demons and rescued his beloved daughter for County Magistrate Zhang, and Magistrate Zhang gave him a reasonable reward. As for the rest, it was none of his business.
After taking a short rest tonight, he will take Li Laodao back to Qingfeng Temple tomorrow.
Shaking his head, Wang Changsheng closed the box. It was the end of the Youshi period, the sun had just set, and it was still early. He was ready to have some experience.
[Taoist priest] After the profession is upgraded to lv.2, 200 experience points are needed to advance again. Although killing monsters can gain a large amount of experience points at once, firstly, monsters are not cabbage on the roadside, they are very rare. Secondly, The risk of slaying demons is too high, and even your own life may be in danger if you are not careful.
He is still a "mortal" now, and it would be better for him to stay in bed and develop.
The panel defines Taoist-related "jobs" very loosely: morning classes, cleaning Taoist temples, meditation, evening classes, and even daily physical fitness activities can all gain experience points.
For these basic tasks, experience points can be obtained stably only when performed for the first time every day. If performed for the second time, experience points are obtained probabilistically. Calculating, you can obtain approximately 10 to 15 experience points in a day.
Although the quantity is small, there is no risk at all. If you accumulate a few, it is enough to improve the [Taoist] level.
Now, what Wang Changsheng is going to do is practice swordsmanship.
After possessing [Disha Dao Fruit-Swordsmanship], practicing swordsmanship is the most cost-effective "job" for him.
Although "empty drills" in the mind can continuously improve swordsmanship, in comparison, practice in reality improves faster.
Naturally, a narrow room is not suitable for swordsmanship practice.
Wang Changsheng opened the door and came to the small courtyard.
The moonlight was hazy, and everything seemed to become ethereal in the shadow of the moon. An old tree with a crooked neck stood in the corner of the small courtyard, and the moonlight spread on it, like falling silver tassels.
Involuntarily, Wang Changsheng thought of the white goose that came out of the pig-faced man's mouth and spread its wings in the sky in the illusion he had entered before, just like the bright moon.
"Why did I suddenly remember this?"
Wang Changsheng shook his head and walked to the center of the courtyard.
Taking off the mahogany sword, he began to practice basic swordsmanship one move at a time.
Mortal swordsmanship is not ineffective against monsters, but it requires spiritual energy on the blade to break through monster defenses and effectively kill.
As for the simple attachment of spiritual energy, Wang Changsheng could barely do it after his health-preserving skills were upgraded to the master level and he became proficient in using spiritual energy.
Under the moonlight, the peach wood sword he wielded in his hand was filled with a vague shimmer, which complemented the faint moonlight. This was proof that spiritual energy was attached to it.
Stab, split, tease, hang, cloud, point, collapse, and cut.
The basic movements of the eight major swordsmanship are demonstrated one by one in his hands.
Simple and refined, every move is full of deadly murderous intent.
Half an hour later, Wang Changsheng put away his sword and stood up, exhaling softly.
[Complete swordsmanship training, [Taoist] experience value +1]
Looking at the prompts in front of him, a smile appeared on his lips.
This kind of self-improvement that is visible to the naked eye bit by bit is intoxicating.
"Papa..."
A burst of brisk applause sounded, followed by a gentle male voice:
"Brother Wang's swordsmanship is very good, I admire you."
"Who!" Wang Changsheng's expression changed, and he turned his head sharply to look in the direction of the sound.
In the moonlight, under the old tree, a man with a pig face sat quietly on his knees, looking at Wang Changsheng with calm and indifferent eyes.
The person reflected in his eyes made Wang Changsheng's pupils shrink and his hair stand on end.
"Pig demon? How is that possible?!"
The prompt on the panel clearly told him that the pig demon was dead. If that was the case, what was the "thing" that appeared in front of him?
"Sorry for frightening Brother Wang."
The pig-faced man smiled slightly, but when this smile appeared on a pig's face, it looked particularly ferocious and terrifying.
A plain white jade hand poked out from the darkness behind the pig-faced man. When it first poked out, it was still the size of an ordinary person. When it got closer to the pig-faced man, it had transformed into a giant hand taller than a human. The man grabbed it.
When the giant hand retracted, it and the pig-faced man in the palm shrank together, giving people a weird feeling of space being chaotic and distorted.
The captured pig-faced man was thrown into the mouth of a cherry, and the owner of the hand was a girl in her fifteenth or sixteenth year, dressed in beautiful clothes.
is her?
Wang Changsheng's eyes were filled with astonishment.
This woman is none other than the girl who spat out the pig-faced man in the previous vision.
Before Wang Changsheng could make any move, the girl transformed back into the shape of a rabbit under his gaze, then turned into a wisp of white smoke and flew into a bloody mouth.
The big mouth closed, and a face with white background and red cheeks and a slightly tapered chin appeared in Wang Changsheng's eyes.
"Brother Wang seems to have experienced a lot during the rest period."
The scholar leaned against the crooked old tree, tilting his head slightly, with a half-smile on his face.
The gray color silently infected the entire courtyard, depriving everything of its vitality.
The scholar waved his white sleeves, and the clouds dispersed, revealing a pile of fine wine and delicacies in front of him.
"I didn't entertain you well last time, so I'm going to host another banquet for Brother Wang to express my apology."
Wang Changsheng did not step forward. His body was tense, and the hand holding the mahogany sword tightened and loosened, then loosened and tightened again. The sweat from his palms wet the hilt of the sword.
Although the scholar was smiling, he could feel the oppression as heavy as a mountain beneath the other person's gentle surface.
