Zuo Mo couldn't help but be very disappointed.
Like the jade scrolls that Wei Sheng Shixiong had given him, they only had the simplest records of his experiences and reflections. It couldn't be called a spell jade scroll.
Wei Sheng Shixiong's fame this time was unparalleled. Supposedly, the genius of Wu Kong Sword Sect had appeared out of nowhere and the news of his sword energy reaching the sky when he was zhuji had spread like wildfire in Dong Fu. As expected, Wei Sheng Shixiong was quickly taken as a disciple by the sect leader and personally bestowed the fourth-grade flying sword [Splitting Rainbow]. The one responsible for teaching him was Xin Yan Shishu. The swords bestowed to inner sect disciples in the past were all third-grade flying swords. Even the most talented Luo Li Shixiong wasn't an exception.
Fu Jin saw Zuo Mo and instantly became alert, shouting: "Oh, Mo ge's here. What do you want this time?" His sneaky eyes glanced at the copper ring on Zuo Mo's hand and instantly became even more alert. His eyes were very experienced. That was a talisman. Even though the grade wasn't high, but it meant that Zuo Mo definitely had some jingshi on hand.
In a small shop, half of Zuo Mo's body was lying on the table, his eyes unblinking as he stared at the other.
His wallet was full, and his cultivation was obstructed. Zuo Mo naturally thought of using jingshi to solve the problem. His goal this time was to buy a single spell jade scroll. The number of people that practiced five spells at the same time was pitiful, but there should be more people that were skilled in one or two.
Didn't a ling plant farmer need three spells to reach the third level? At worst, he could choose two out of the other three spells.
His heart was restless. If it wasn't that he was extremely attached to this, he would instantly pack up and run away.
Even though he admired it, but he wouldn't imitate Wei Sheng Shixiong. He didn't have that obsession. In essence, he was a lazy person. The reason he was working so hard now was so that he could slack off in the future.
Zuo Mo instantly hit his head in annoyance. How could he forget this place?
What was most common on the market were zhuji spell jade scrolls. They could usually be sold for a pretty good price. After all, when one reached zhuji, they would have a little wealth. This was also why there were so few lianqi spell jade scrolls on the market.
After a few days of fear, seeing that nothing had happened, his heart finally settled down.
"The third level?" Fu Jin shook his head with a bitter expression, "Brother Mo, you know the market. It's not easy to get a technique from the third level. Even if you can get it, the price, tsk tsk, is at least two pieces of third-grade Jingshi. "
He took out various tools. First, he cut out a few pieces of thin green bamboo to strengthen the skeleton. Then, he pasted the cracks on the yellow paper to remove the rough edges. Taking out a brush, he carefully drew a talisman array with cinnabar. Then, he infused spiritual power into it until the red cinnabar disappeared from the surface of the paper crane. He applied another layer of medicine on the surface of the paper crane, and the talisman that had just disappeared reappeared.
Ling plant farmers needed three spells to reach the third level. Zuo Mo's [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] was at the fourth level. Right now, the one most likely to break through to the third level was [Art of Aged Gold].
After hesitating for a while, he finally decided not to break through [Art of Aged Gold].
As an important city of Sky Moon Jie, Dong Fu's scale of development was pretty good. Due to that, it attracted a group of pretty good xiuzhe. Basically, normal needs could be completely satisfied here, especially for a lianqi xiuzhe like Zuo Mo.
The convulsed Pu Yao seemed to have recovered. Just like usual, he sat on the gravestone and listened to the sound tablet.
It was the first time that Wu Kong Sword Sect had such a favor. And the person bestowed the sword had been an outer sect disciple before. When all the outer sect disciples talked about this matter, they all had expressions of pride, but even more of it was envy that couldn't be disguised. An outer sect disciple that was a sword servant, rising through the ranks to become the most valued second generation disciple. Wei Sheng Shixiong's experience, it was the dream of almost every outer sect disciple.
No wonder Pu Yao had been so kind. He had been waiting for him here.
Every sect would always encounter all kinds of problems. Like the strange disease in the ling fields that Wu Kong Sword Sect encountered this time. If the sect couldn't solve it, they would come here to put up a notice, hoping that there would be people with special abilities that could help them overcome the difficulty. After that, everyone found the convenience, and more and more requests for help were put up. So they built a special altar to put up the notices, called the notice altar. This place became the place where many xiuzhe found work, especially lianqi and zhuji xiuzhe.
"Alright. I slightly strengthened it. If we're careful, it can still be used for a while. Three pieces of second-grade jingshi. "
This kind of spell definitely wasn't cheap. This time, he was probably going to bleed. But he could only accept it.
Gratefully giving thanks to Fu Jin, Zuo Mo headed towards the notice altar.
Riding on the creaking Xiao Huang, he once again came to Dong Fu.
Third-grade was a dividing line.
Zuo Mo asked: "Do you have jade scrolls about [Art of Flora]? Anything related to the third level, or [Art of Crimson Flame] or [Art of Earth Energy]. "
Zuo Mo, who had been troubled by not being able to find [Art of Aged Gold], was now having a headache about not being able to break through.
"I say, brother, buy another one. In any case, it's not expensive. If you want to fix it and put in ling energy again, it's not cheaper than buying a new one. And it can't level up. "That person held Zuo Mo's flying paper crane, Xiao Huang, and said with experience.
Good thing I have jingshi!
Walking out of the little shop, he headed towards the free market and found Fu Jin.
The restless Wu Kong Mountain finally calmed down. Zuo Mo's life finally calmed down. What he missed the most was his previous life. His life was back on the right track. His heart was much more secure. But, he also encountered trouble.
If he could make spell jade scrolls, Zuo Mo would have come to sell them long ago. To say of nothing else, just based on his fourth level of [Little Art of Cloud and Rain], if it could be made into a spell jade scroll, it definitely could be sold for a good price. It was a pity that making spell jade scrolls wasn't a simple matter. Zuo Mo might have reached the fourth level of [Little Art of Cloud and Rain], but he could only understand the mysteries of the great majority of it, and not be able to express it.
Two pieces of third-grade jingshi. Zuo Mo didn't know what to say at this price. Even though he was much wealthier now, but for him, this price was sky high. One piece of third-grade jingshi, needed one hundred pieces of second-grade jingshi. And this was for low-grade jingshi. The higher the grade, the greater the difference in the exchange rate. Fourth-grade jingshi, at least five hundred pieces of third-grade jingshi were needed.
But for normal xiuzhe, they didn't have to think about this kind of good thing. They had to walk step by step. Not just that, it was like they were on a steep and misty mountain road, carefully climbing. As to whether they would take a wrong path, whether they would fall and die, that would depend on their luck.
That person unconcernedly shrugged his shoulders: "As you wish."
Zuo Mo sighed in admiration, but wasn't too shocked. He believed that anyone who had seen the jade scroll would be as unshocked as him.
These young disciples would be reborn in one night. It could greatly reduce the amount of time they had to cultivate.
As expected, it wasn't any different than buying a new one. Zuo Mo's heart ached but he still briskly paid.
In some top sects, before each xiuzhe died, they would use their consciousness to leave their life's experience in the jade scroll and pass it on. That was the top jade scroll. These jade scrolls with the experiences of the elder would be given to the most talented disciples in the sect.
Those that could make spell jade scrolls were usually those with high cultivation. They could stand at a higher height, and more clearly point to the core of the spell.
To increase his consciousness, he had to face a problem. Practicing [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]!
[Art of Flora], [Art of Crimson Flame], and [Art of Earth Energy], he had reached the second level.
And Sky Moon Jie was under the jurisdiction of Kun Lun Realm. Sword xiu was the mainstream. There were very few other kinds of spells.
The difference between the spell jade scrolls made by jindan xiuzhe and the spell jade scrolls made by ningmai xiuzhe was like the sky and earth. The ling plant jade scroll that Zuo Mo had bought had been made by a ningmai xiuzhe. There were many places inside that were unclear.
Of course, there was a fee for posting the results, and there would be a clear reward when asking for help.
He even knew how to break through to the third level of [Art of Aged Gold].
Adding on the twenty pieces of second-grade jingshi that Li Ying Feng had given him, Zuo Mo's wealth was unprecedentedly rich, even if Pu Yao had spent a large sum. Zuo Mo couldn't help but sigh. Even though everyone cultivated, but of those outstanding people, how many of them didn't have anything? Li Ying Feng Shijie's family was wealthy. She didn't even blink when giving away dozens of second-grade jingshi. Zuo Mo admired her generosity.
Even though Zuo Mo had a poker face, but Fu Jin still perceptively detected his disappointment. He thought and said: "Mo ge, why don't you go take a look at the notice altar."
The great majority of lianqi cultivators were poor.
Using a sword scripture to activate the aged gold energy was the crux. It was the method that Pu Yao had told him that day to exterminate the Silver Horned Worm. This path also confirmed his previous guess that [Art of Aged Gold] was actually a kind of offensive spell.
There wasn't much change in the sea of consciousness, other than the flame seemed to be slightly larger. Zuo Mo didn't know if it was his imagination. In any case, it was a patch of red.
At worst, he'd go and see if there were any jade scrolls like this for sale. The jade scrolls that he had bought before were just normal goods. All five kinds of spells were described, but most of the places were just general descriptions. He could barely see the direction. The majority needed to be comprehended on his own. Most of the jade scrolls that were circulating on the market were this kind of version. The truly good ones were almost all in those large sects. Occasionally, they would be sold for a sky-high price.
After a night of activity, no one in Wu Kong Sword Sect had a good sleep. Different from the excited discussions of the other disciples, Zuo Mo was frightened. Right now, he was on the same boat as Pu Yao. When he saw that Snow Hou, his head exploded. Before, he had still had a thread of hope but right now, he was panicking.
However, no matter which two, he had just reached the second level. He was still far from breaking through to the third level. Originally, [Art of Aged Gold] was the one he had the most confidence in breaking through to the third level. Now, he could only put it to one side. His mood was really depressed.
But Zuo Mo wasn't dumb. He detected the strangeness in this. If he continued down this path, then he had to strengthen his consciousness. The little aged gold sword wasn't a true little sword. Without a strong enough consciousness, he couldn't use it. Exterminating the Silver Horned Worm this time, he had a deep understanding. If his consciousness was a bit stronger, then the power of the little aged gold sword, it would definitely multiply. Only when he could use it as he wished could the sword scripture be used as he wished.
Looking at the paper crane that was faintly showing cracks, Zuo Mo was slightly reluctant. This was his first carriage after all. Gritting his teeth, he said: "Help me fix it. No matter how much it costs, naturally I won't shortchange you."
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