The dog path is immortal, it is not too late to practice immortality from a hundred years old

Knock knock knock ......

A knock on the door that I hadn't heard for a long time.

interrupted Zhang Chongyang's entry this morning.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

looked slightly solemn, and then pinched his fingers to calculate, it should be a period of time before the rent payment next month should be ......

So his eyes involuntarily looked at the Xuanzhen Sword placed next to the bedside table.

"Senior Zhang, are you at home?"

was her ......

Chen Fang.

Zhang Chongyang let down his vigilance.

Go to the yard and open the door.

Standing outside his door was the girl who came to the door last time with a piece of bacon and asked him for a hemostatic charm for her father.

The girl is still young and beautiful, and her clothes are modest.

But compared to that day, it is faintly different.

Not as good as Zhang Chongyang, who thought about the difference carefully, said to the other party first: "Senior Zhang, thank you for lending me two hemostatic charms last time, this is a reward, for you."

Looking at the low-grade spirit stone handed to him, Zhang Chongyang was stunned, didn't answer, and raised his head again: "Didn't I say that the bacon was the reward last time?" Chen Fang Daoyou, what do you mean

by this?" "That's not possible, the bacon I brought is worth one or two gold at most, and the two hemostatic charms that Senior Zhang gave me can be worth a low-grade spirit stone, I can't take advantage of you so much."

Having said that, Zhang Chongyang still didn't reach out to pick it up, he said:

"Your father's leg illness has not healed, I guess your family should be in urgent need of money at present, since Chen Fang Daoyou is unwilling to accept my favor, then you need this money urgently, and when the economy is more prosperous in the future, it will not ......be too late to pay it back"

Chen Fang hesitated in his eyes, as if judging the truth of Zhang Chongyang's words.

For a moment,

she withdrew her hand.

At first, he wanted to speak and then stopped, then clasped his fists with both hands, and said gratefully to Zhang Chongyang: "Then Chen Fangdai's father thanked Senior Zhang."

Zhang Chongyang nodded and politely invited Chen Fang into the room to sit.

The other party politely declined his invitation, and also politely said a few words, and then turned to leave.

Zhang Chongyang looked at the girl's departing back, his nose sniffed lightly in the air, and he smelled a faint smell of rouge.

It felt inexplicably familiar.

I seem to have thought of something.

Suddenly,

his brow furrowed slightly.

Looking up again to find the figure of the girl, she had disappeared from sight.

Zhang Chongyang sighed heavily.

Then he slammed the courtyard door shut, plugged in the deadbolt, and turned around to ......

After a few days, all the animal skins used to draw talismans at home have been used up, and because of his practice of Tai Chi, a boxing method that can not only maintain health but also refine the body, the daily food consumption has increased, and now there is not much spiritual rice left in the rice tank, Zhang Chongyang has to consider going to Fang Market again.

He counted the talismans he had made during this time, and there were 20 amulets for stopping bleeding, 5 for removing poison, 5 for cleaning, and 2 for warding off evil spirits.

Because the first-order lower grade talisman is worthless, like a cleaning talisman, no one cares about it, so Zhang Chongyang only refined, stopping the blood talisman.

With the Xuanzhen Sword, Zhang Chongyang got up and went out.

"Zhang Daoyou, I haven't seen you go out recently, but there has been a breakthrough in the realm? "

The person who greeted Zhang Chongyang was Zhou Cang Daoyou, who lived on the same street as him, and was also a monk who refined the five grades of qi.

"A little bit of gain, Zhou Daoyou, is this going out?" Zhang Chongyang asked curiously when he saw that the other party was carrying a bag on his back.

"Yesterday, I went out of the city with the mercenary group of the Wang family in the east of the city and picked some wild mushrooms, which I am not going to take to the Fang Market to set up a stall in exchange for some firewood and rice money.

Zhou Cang suddenly asked: "By the way, does Zhang Daoyou accept it?" "

Zhang Chongyang doesn't dare to eat the mushrooms of this world indiscriminately, what if it is poisonous

?" Zhou Cang was not surprised to see him refuse, so he changed the topic with a smile: "Is Zhang Daoyou also going to Fang City?"

"Yes, I will also go to Fang City." "

Haha, let's go together. Along

the way, Zhang Chongyang found that this Zhou Cang was a talkative person.

The two seem to be talking and laughing, but in fact, Zhang Chongyang has never relaxed his vigilance against Zhou Cang.

Maybe it will be difficult to gain Zhang Chongyang's trust if he changes people.

When they arrived in Fang City, they parted ways.

At first, Zhang Chongyang wanted to go straight to the talisman shop where he traded last time and sell the talisman he brought directly, so as to save time and effort.

Passing by a loose cultivator who was selling talismans at a stall, he heard him sell two hemostatic talismans for a low-grade spirit stone.

Zhang Chongyang touched the twenty hemostatic talismans he brought in his arms, and if he sold them to the talisman shop for 4 taels of gold, then he would lose one tael of gold for each one.

Twenty pieces will lose twenty taels of gold, which is equivalent to two low-grade spirit stones.

It's not okay, so after that, Zhang Chongyang immediately covered his chest.

'Heartache...... Fortunately, the hat of this wronged head did not sit firmly. '

Set up a stall.

Zhang Chongyang also decided to set up a stall.

Isn't it just to pay a booth protection fee for one or two gold?

Compared to being directly greedy for ink by the Fu Gong shop, this is nothing.

With the experience of setting up a stall in his memory, Zhang Chongyang found the manager in charge of this piece, honestly handed over a tael of gold, and under the leadership of the other party, came to a vacant stall.

From now on, until 6 p.m., before the closing of this market, this stall belongs to him.

Zhang Chongyang glanced at the crowd coming and going in the market, not to mention that there were many people, but there were a lot of them.

The key is that a security officer wearing a 'security suit' passed by in a minute or two, which gave Zhang Chongyang a great sense of security.

But even so, Zhang Chongyang still didn't put out all the twenty hemostatic talismans, he only took out five and put them in front of the stall in front of him.

As for the poison dispel talisman, cleaning talisman and evil talisman, the value itself is not high, and he doesn't have much on him, so in order to look better, he put them on the stall.

"Zhang Daoyou, are you here to set up a stall again?"

"Uh, yes, yes, yes, for the sake of life."

"Hahaha, Zhang Daoyou has a good complexion, it seems that his cultivation has improved recently......" Zhang

Chongyang slandered in his heart: Auntie, who are you? Do I know you? Hurry up, I don't want to talk to you about ......

"Oh, Zhang Daoyou, it's been a long time since I've seen you sell hemostatic charms, I want two. "

Okay, a low-grade spirit stone.

Carrying the lower grade spirit stone handed over by the elderly female cultivator into his arms, Zhang Chongyang was secretly happy in his heart: he didn't expect the first business to become a ...... like this

It seems that the popularity accumulated by the predecessor is sometimes not all bad.

Zhang Chongyang was thinking about something, and another other party knew him, and he couldn't name Sanxiu walked up to his stall and bought two hemostatic charms.

In less than half an hour, all the talismans brought by Zhang Chongyang were sold out by him.

These included cleansing charms and low-level evil charms that he thought would go unnoticed.

Zhang Chongyang had an illusion: Is it really the Fu Gong Market that is so popular?

When he looked at the stall of his peers next door and saw the jealous flame in the other party's eyes, he came back to his senses and understood: It was not the Fu Gong market that had become better, it was he, the hundred-year-old man, who had been in this market for most of his life, and had already mixed himself into a movable type signboard.

That's a good thing, but correspondingly, he also takes a certain amount of risk.

At this moment, Zhang Chongyang felt as if he was being targeted by a few vague glances.

He cushioned the dozen or so lower-grade spirit stones in his arms, and suddenly felt that it was understandable that he was being targeted.