salted fish soaring

Song Qianji didn't know that there were already two people waiting in front of his courtyard, and they bet on whether he would go back tonight.

After descending more than fifty steps in the dark, the light suddenly turned on. It was not the warm firelight of lanterns and candles, but the soft luster emanating from the four cold walls.

Thousands of pearls are embedded on the wall, and being in it is like falling into the sea of ​​stars, rich and powerful, which is very spectacular.

Song Qianji walked through the sea of ​​stars and passed three gates. On the gates were written:

Lingcao pills, exercise secret books, magic weapon materials...

Each door is engraved with formations, leaving only a small hole the size of a bowl.

He stopped in front of the fourth door, raised his hand and knocked.

A cold and old voice came from the entrance of the cave:

"Buy or sell?"

"Sell talismans."

"Two hundred qi-nourishing talismans, two hundred and five qi-gathering talismans, three hundred tracking talismans..."

Song Qianji interrupted: "I only sell qi-nourishing talismans."

"how much do you have?"

"One piece."

There was silence at the door.

Song Qianji could almost feel the other party's depression: Is it necessary for you to go to a black shop to do business that is smaller than a mosquito's leg?

"Bring it in." The old man said weakly.

Song Qianji touched his nose: "I didn't bring it with me..."

Before the door spoke, the old shopkeeper shouted from behind: "Young man, I don't care whose family you are. Didn't the elders tell you that you have to pay a price for visiting the black shop."

Song Qianji turned to look at him: "Please borrow the talisman paper, talisman sand, and talisman pen."

"You want to write here?" The voice inside the door raised.

"It will be ready soon." Song Qianji nodded.

Before making talismans, young talisman masters often thank guests behind closed doors, bathe and burn incense, and sit quietly for several days to make their mental state reach its peak.

When I was full of breath, I wrote many sheets continuously, and didn't stop writing until my spiritual consciousness was overwhelmed and my spiritual energy was exhausted.If the spirit is a little loose and the writing power is not enough, the talisman will be useless.

Ordinary talisman masters would not dare to write a talisman until they had formed a golden core.

"Heh, then I want to open my eyes. Xiao Chai, show it to him."

The old shopkeeper obviously didn't believe that a young man who was so poor that he couldn't afford a piano could really write anything.He has seen a lot, but if there are such poor talisman masters, it would be an insult to the entire industry.

The boy brought the tray.In addition to Song Qian's confidential things, there is also an incense plate, a bowl of water, and a clean towel.

Song Qianji didn't wash his hands, and he didn't light any incense.

With one hand, he pressed the light yellow talisman paper on the door panel, and with the other hand, he dipped the pen in the vermilion talisman sand.

He didn't even stand up straight, as if he had eaten breakfast at a roadside stall and paid for it on credit, and casually issued an IOU to the stall owner.

He hangs his wrists, closes his eyes, and writes.

Where the strokes of the pen pass, a very wonderful charm appears on the paper.Spiritual energy gushes out like a spring, flowing out from Song Qianji's Zifu, passing through the air points of the meridians all over the body, condensing the talisman sand on the tip of the pen, and finally pouring it into the talisman paper along with the strokes.

Song Qianji retracted the pen, and the vermilion lines on the talisman paper became brighter, as if it had become heavier.

"Okay." He handed the talisman into the cave, and the whole process was only in the blink of an eye.

It's all done in one go, and it's ready to wait.

The old shopkeeper was silent, and the young man was at a loss, and didn't even know if the deal was successful or not.

There was no sound at all in the doorway.

Song Qianji urged: "Give me the money."

"I didn't see it clearly. You write another one!" The shopkeeper was the first to come back to his senses, and his eyes became eager again, "There are enough talisman papers, count you three hundred! What other talismans do you have?"

Song Qianji shook his head: "One piece is two hundred, it's agreed."

"Besides Qin, you still need other things!" The shopkeeper was a little anxious.

"No more." Song Qianji said.

"Young man, we have all kinds of pearls, hairpins, gouache, and Zhuyan Dan. They are most suitable for nuns to match with the piano. If you think about it carefully, you will definitely be able to figure out what you need!"

Song Qianji felt a little impatient, it was getting late.

"I want a mountain top." He raised his eyebrows, "Can you give it?"

"Mountain top?" The shopkeeper was astonished.

Is it the kind of... mountain top he thought of?

This request was unexpected.

"For the top of the mountain, I need to ask for instructions. Come back at this time tomorrow."

Song Qianji wondered if it would be uncomfortable for me to lie in the small courtyard and look at the stars at this time tomorrow, why would I need to look at your fake stars all over the wall.

"Give me the money." He knocked on the door again and urged.

A storage bag was handed out from the hole, accompanied by a suspicious voice: "Are you really a talisman master? But you clearly have no talisman on you."

Just like Jianxiu has a sword spirit in his body, a person who often writes a pen has a different temperament from ordinary people.

"I don't count, I only know a little." Song Qianji weighed it, and threw it to the shopkeeper with satisfaction, "Buy a piano."

"This is called 'knowledge a little', so I have..." The cave whispered something again, but Song Qianji had already stepped upstairs and couldn't hear clearly.

I only heard the buddy Xiao Chai knock on the door and shout:

"Old Zheng, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, so don't let your mind get lost!"

In fact, the shopkeeper was a little overwhelmed.

This person's bone age is at most fifteen, and his cultivation base is at the late stage of Qi refining.Wearing the robes of Huawei Sect's outer sect disciples, they don't wear heavy clothes, they are poor and stingy.

He shouldn't be a sword, shouldn't be able to make talismans, and especially shouldn't know the existence of black shops.

Full of mysteries.

According to the three no-question rules of "don't ask where he came from, don't ask where he is going, and don't ask whether he is dead or alive", he must never open his mouth to keep people. The other party seems to be sure that he will stick to the rules and walk away without worry.

He has seen many secrets in the cultivation world.The secrets of big families, big sects, and powerful seniors are often more terrifying, more shocking and shady, with a rotten and foul smell, and they are about to be buried in the ground.

This time the secret was different, full of vigor and vitality, like a seed sprouting from the ground, which made him scratch his heart most.

It was the first time for him to see such a young talisman master perform such a mature talisman making technique.Qingya's younger generation of scholars practiced their writing skills at their desks all day long, but none of them could beat this person in the way of talisman.

An absolute genius, why is he silent, does not love money, does not greedy fame, and is reduced to the point where he is exchanged for a sword for a piano.

"Fifteen or six."

After Song Qianji left, the shopkeeper muttered to himself, lost in memory.

The old club was about this age when he wrote a pen and became a talisman.

……

The night is darker and the moon is brighter.

The wild cats and dogs were so tired that they fell asleep. On the long street, there was only the night wind howling.

Song Qianji walked on the moon with the piano case on his back.

He has dealt with this place a lot in his previous life, and he knows the professionalism of the black shop people, so he is really not worried.

The lanterns in front of the pawnshop were like two will-o'-the-wisps, brightly extinguishing.

At the end of the street came another man.

The man was wearing tattered coarse linen clothes, one of his shoes was missing, he staggered and staggered, almost fell down several times, but stabilized himself at the last moment.

The soft spring breeze rolled up the alcohol smell on his body, and it floated to Song Qianji's nose.

Song Qianji thought to himself, a drunken gangster.Already drunk and lost.

No matter how good the law and order of a city is, there must be three teachings and nine streams. As long as the monks are not offended and the people are not delayed from offering incense, the Huawei Sect is too lazy to bother.

There are many punks in Huawei City.

When Song Qianji was running for his life in his previous life, he was very familiar with this kind of people. They sneaked around and drank fake wine, gathered people to fight fake rogues, and lived in no fixed place to sleep in bridge holes.Never committed a major crime, and never restless.

There were only the two of them on the street.

The little gangster suddenly bumped into him head-on.Song Qianji stepped aside and stretched out his hand to help:

"Be careful."

The opponent shook again, just avoiding his hand.He answered vaguely, not like thanking him, he was so drunk that he didn't open his eyes.

When passing by, Song Qianji subconsciously glanced at the man's face.

A very young, very ordinary face, which can be forgotten in a flash.

After walking three steps away, Song Qianji's mind moved slightly and he frowned.

What's wrong?

That's right, he had seen it with his own eyes just now, but he had already forgotten what the other person looked like!

It's like I've never seen that face clearly!

"Concealment, I'm a monk!"

Just like myself, a monk who entered a dark shop late at night.

The surprise in Song Qianji's heart was fleeting, but he didn't stop walking, let alone look back.

Who is the other party and what does it have to do with him?

Handing over the piano to He Qingqing, so that the little girl will not cry in his vegetable field, is the most important thing right now.

Drunk punks stumble through pawn shop doors.

"Wei Ping! You're here." Xiao Kai smiled gloatingly, and approached, "Why, your sword broke again?"

The boy named Wei Ping got up from the ground:

"My sword doesn't stop, don't you guys have no business?"

"It's not me. Our business is doing well today. Someone came to buy pianos just now."

Wei Ping didn't believe it, his eyes fell on the table.

The pianos on the table have not been put away yet.A piece of jewels and dazzling colors, mixed with an inconspicuous long sword.

Old and plain, bland.

Like a pheasant falling into a heap of phoenixes, no, to say it is a pheasant is flattery.Wei Ping thought.

"This chicken, no, how much is this sword?" Wei Ping asked.

"Give me twenty spirit stones!" Xiao Kai said.

"Fuck, up to ten yuan!" The little gangster named Wei Ping was obviously shy, but he was much thicker than Song Qianji. He laughed and took ten spirit stones, copied the sword and left, "There is no more than one piece!" !"

"No." The shopkeeper thought about a lot of things, and finally came to his senses, and saw Wei Ping playing with the old sword left by Song Qianji, "I don't want to sell this one. You can change it."

Wei Ping turned around, raised his eyebrows and smiled:

"No, I think it is pleasing to the eye, and I like it. If the money is cleared, it will be mine."

This smile made his seemingly ordinary face suddenly glow brilliantly.

It actually overshadowed the room full of flashy piano light.