Ghost markets around Qingshan County have a long history.
A ghost market is held every third day of every month.
The location is different every time.
Every time before the market opens, a group of carriages and horses are specially hired to take customers into the ghost market.
If you want to get the location of these carriages and horses, you need special channels.
Jiejia happens to have channels to obtain admission tickets.
The sky is dark, in a deserted village.
Chen Mu was wearing a hooded cloak and a black scarf covering his face, wrapping himself tightly.
Next to him is Jie Jia, who is also dressed in the same style.
The two of them walked silently on the streets of the deserted village.
There were many people setting up stalls on both sides of the road, and from time to time someone would squat down and chat in a low voice.
Whether they are stall owners or customers, they all wrap themselves up tightly and speak in a low voice subconsciously when they speak.
The voices gathered together, like countless ghosts whispering.
"This is it." Jie Jia led Chen Mu to a dilapidated house.
Chen Mu nodded to Jie Jia and walked into the room uneasily holding the painting scroll.
A man wearing a ghost mask sat quietly behind a gray square table.
"What does the customer want to sell?" the masked man whispered.
At this time, Chen Mu no longer hesitated, gritted his teeth and said: "I want to sell a copy of the training technique."
"Please sit down." The masked man couldn't help but raise his voice.
Shape training is a good thing!
"Can you show it to me?" the masked man said enthusiastically.
Chen Mu felt happy.
Training skills are indeed valuable.
With this in mind, Chen Mu placed the scroll on the table and unfolded it one-third.
The masked man couldn't help but stand up: "Great painting skills!"
The more detailed and accurate the cheats are, the higher their value will be.
Chen Mu chuckled.
This was drawn using level 2 drawing skills, okay?
Compared with those rough cheats outlined with lines, this secret book can be called a collector's edition!
It's not too much to sell such a precious secret book to him for 800 taels!
With this amount of money, I can stock up on food and medicine, and practice Qigong diligently at home.
Once I have mastered my training skills, I won’t be afraid of another ten Shenghongs!
Chen Muzheng was imagining it when he suddenly heard the masked man tut: "What a pity..."
Chen Mu couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat.
"The things are good things, but..." The masked man shook his head and sighed.
"How?" Chen Mu became more and more nervous.
"Please take a look." The masked man bent down and took out a pamphlet from his underground pocket and handed it to Chen Mu.
Chen Mu raised his eyes and suddenly froze on the spot.
"Shengjia Kestrel Training Technique"?
Sheng?
Sheng Hong? !
grass!
…
A quarter of an hour later, Chen Mu walked out of the ruined courtyard with an angry look on his face.
Jie Jia followed closely behind.
The two found an abandoned dilapidated house and got in. Chen Mu pulled off the black scarf on his face with a look of dismay.
"My cheap master is so cruel!"
Not just setting up a trap to steal money.
He has sold his own training skills to the streets!
The masked man told Chen Mu that the kestrel training technique had long been famous in the ghost market.
As far as the masked man knew, there were five shops that had this training technique.
"A training book that can be passed down to the family only sold for eighty taels, can you believe it?" Chen Mu was indignant.
If it weren't for his exquisite painting skills and more accurate content than Sheng Hong's shoddy book, he wouldn't have been able to sell it for eighty taels!
"Go back?" Jie Jia asked calmly.
"Go back?" Chen Mu suddenly laughed: "The items are not sold out, what are you going back for?" Chen Mu took out another scroll from his large cloak.
"Let's go and sell another one." Chen Mule said cheerfully.
Jie Jia: "..." You are truly master and disciple!
A quarter of an hour later, the two returned to the broken house again.
"This time we actually sold one hundred and twenty taels." Chen Mu thought thoughtfully.
This shows that my paintings still have value.
My painting skills are better and more accurate than the Shenghong version. People who buy secret books are more likely to understand cultivation.
What is this? This is a business opportunity!
"Mr. Jie, go buy me some pens, ink, paper and inkstones." Chen Mu suddenly said.
Jie Jia couldn't help but open one of his squinted eyes.
how? Isn’t it enough to sell the goods to two families? Do you still want to make it and sell it now?
"He Shenghong can sell his goods to six houses, why can't I sell his goods to eight houses?" Chen Mu glared at Jie Jia.
This is called being better than blue and better than blue!
"Do you still want the two cents of dividends?!"
Jiejia rolled his eyes, glanced at Chen Mu and spoke calmly.
"There are three forces that have been collecting various secret training techniques for a long time."
"The eldest young master of the Zuo family has secretly sent out information requesting the purchase of training techniques."
"Zhu Yi Pavilion can also include a copy."
"The Bailiu Gang in the city intends to expand, and the other party should not refuse a inheritance of training techniques."
Chen Mu: "..."
Good guy!
When you say that, I don’t feel sleepy anymore!
"Let's do it!"
…
In a corner of the ghost market, inside a dilapidated house without a roof.
A young man in his twenties stood quietly in the room.
A white paper oil lamp hangs on the wall.
The dim candlelight flickered, illuminating the other person's fair face, flickering on and off.
After a while, a man in a mask with a ghostly face quietly walked into the room and said with joy: "Master Zuo, please wait. This is what you want."
As he spoke, he unfolded a picture scroll.
The young man stared at the scroll and his expression changed: "What a skilled painter!".
"This is the secret book of kestrel training." The ghost-faced man introduced enthusiastically.
"My secret book is different from others. Theirs are all shoddy and inferior products."
"Look at this painter, look at these detailed records. With such a secret book, why worry about not being able to practice the art of shaping?"
Master Zuo listened to this person's introduction and looked at the pictures. The expression on his face became weirder as he looked at it.
"As long as you give me one thousand taels, this training technique that can be handed down from generation to generation will be yours."
"Think about it, with this training book, wouldn't your Zuo family be able to pass it on with martial arts? This world is getting more and more chaotic, and only those with big fists can speak, are you right?"
"You're right." Master Zuo looked away with emotion.
"Then this payment..." The ghost-faced man was overjoyed.
Shape training is not an ordinary martial art, and if it goes wrong, it can destroy the person.
This secret book, which details the changes in muscle lines, is priceless!
Fortunately, the fool who sold the secret book didn't understand the market. Fortunately, the kestrel training technique was sold on the street, so I dismissed that guy with a few words.
Collect eighty taels and sell one thousand taels. This business is very profitable!
Young Master Zuo clicked his tongue: "What a pity..."
The ghost-faced man's heart skipped a beat.
"The things are good things, but..." Master Zuo shook his head.
"How..." The ghost-faced man was nervous. Why did he feel that this scene seemed familiar?
Master Zuo sighed and took out a scroll from the cloth pocket on the wall.
The feeling of familiarity became stronger and stronger, and a bad premonition hit the ghost-faced man's mind.
Master Zuo silently unfolded the scroll.
A row of lifelike little people came into view, and next to it was a column of elegant characters - True Kestrel Training Technique.
Ghost-faced Man: "..."
grass!
Is this the treatment that practitioners should receive?
Are all of them doing wholesale? !
