An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Fang Ping was in a good mood after coming out of Dan Pavilion.

Although there is only the last spirit stone left in the storage bag, and even the wages for the three spirit stones this month have been deducted.

But there was an extra bottle of Wood Spirit Pill in his storage bag.

According to the shopkeeper, this Wood Spirit Pill is specially prepared for monks who practice wood-attribute skills.

As long as the cultivation level is in the Qi refining stage, using Wood Spirit Pill will be effective, and the lower the cultivation level, the better the effect.

Moreover, the recipe for this Wood Spirit Pill is a secret recipe and is only circulated among some alchemists. It is not included in "Thirteen Recipes for Refining Qi".

It's a pity that this Wood Spirit Pill is a bit expensive, one pill costs one spirit stone, and a bottle has ten pills.

In order to improve his cultivation level as soon as possible, Fang Ping gritted his teeth and bought a bottle. The shopkeeper gave him an extra pill because Fang Ping was one of his own.

The result is that he is now so poor that he only has one spiritual stone left.

Walking on the streets of Fangshi, Fang Ping looked at the bustling crowds. From time to time, the sounds of hawking and bargaining could be heard in his ears. For a moment, he felt like a mortal market.

Fang Ping walked past the rows of stalls and looked at them. Occasionally he would stop and listen when he saw someone haggling.

For a moment, he felt that it was quite interesting to visit the market and watch everyone fight for a spiritual stone like ordinary people.

As he walked, he saw a stall selling talismans.

The stall owner is a young man who looks to be in his twenties, and he is probably good at making talismans.

He actually drew magic charms for sale in front of the stall, attracting many people to watch.

Whenever he finished drawing the talisman, the crowd would burst into cheers.

Occasionally the drawing fails, and the crowd will feel sorry for it.

Fang Ping watched for a while and found that he had a high success rate in drawing magic talismans, and in the presence of so many people watching, he became more and more excited as he drew, and sometimes even drank a sip of wine to cheer him up.

So Fang Ping just did that and didn't bother him. When it got late and there were fewer and fewer people, the young man selling talismans had almost sold out all the talismans he had drawn. Everyone was drunk and dizzy, so he sat on the ground and played. Wine burps.

At this time, Fang Fang stepped forward and came to the youth booth: "Big brother is so awesome. He can draw talismans even after drinking. He must be a master. I admire him."

The young man glanced at Fang Ping and said vaguely: "It's you, kid. You've been looking at me for a long time and you just came here now. It seems like something happened."

Fang Ping was exposed by the other party, but he did not appear restrained. He admitted generously: "To be honest with you, I just arrived in Fangshi not long ago. Although I just found a job as an alchemy apprentice, I am short of money and penniless. So I want to find another job to see if I can earn a few more spirit stones."

"You want to learn how to make talismans from me? Go ahead, go ahead, I'm not in the mood to teach my disciples." The young man glanced at Fang Ping erratically and refused without thinking.

"Brother, you misunderstood. I just saw that you have to cut the talisman paper, draw the talisman, and take time to drink alone, so I wanted to come over and ask my brother if you need someone to help you cut the talisman paper and organize the talismans for you. , the person who handed you the wine bottle?”

The young man hesitated for a while, then shook his head and said: "You little thing, do you think I am drunk and deliberately amusing me? You only have such a small job, and you still want spiritual stones?"

Fang Ping said with a disappointed look on his face: "Oh, what a pity. It seems I can only ask others."

As soon as he got up and took a step, he returned again.

"Why aren't you leaving?" the young man asked impatiently.

Fang Ping pretended to be careless and said:

"By the way, brother, my family used to make paper before I started practicing. I see that you have thrown away a lot of scraps of talisman paper after cutting them. Why don't you collect them and make new talisman paper?"

"What do you mean?" The young man picked up a piece of talisman paper and said, "These things are disposable. I have never heard of anyone who can recycle them and re-refine the talisman paper."

"Oh? Wouldn't that be such a waste?"

"So what if it's waste? How about you invent a way to recycle the scraps of talisman paper?"

Fang Ping thought seriously and nodded, saying: "Brother, I think this is a market gap and a huge business opportunity. Once the research is successful, we can recycle the scraps at low prices and sell the talisman paper at high prices. It will be a very profitable business." .

How about it, brother, are you interested in investing in me? I have a lot of research on the art of papermaking. You only need to give me twenty, not fifteen spiritual stones a month. Maybe I will be able to overcome this problem soon. By then Our brothers..."

Before Fang Ping finished speaking, the young man stood up, took off his shoes, staggered towards Fang Ping and patted him.

"Hey, brother, we have something to talk about. Why are you hitting someone? Stop it. If you hit me again, I will call the patrol team." Fang Ping was so frightened that he got up and ran around the stall.

While running, he also collected scraps of talismans near the young man's stall:

“Brother, if you don’t want to invest, just say so. Why are you hitting me?

Really, why don’t you know how to seize the opportunity when it comes to pie-in-the-sky things... No, no, no, no, no, no, no, I can invest in my own research, right? "

Then he put away all the scraps left by the young man's cutting talisman paper, and said to the young man who was glaring at him: "Brother, please wait for my good news. I will definitely succeed. By then, don't Greedy for me."

"Go away, are you really fooling me into thinking I'm a drunkard?" The young man laughed angrily, and at the same time, he smashed the worn shoes in his hand at Fang Ping.

Fang Ping dodged it easily, kicked his shoes back, and continued: "By the way, brother, help me collect the scraps tomorrow. I'll come back tomorrow."

"You bastard, I'll beat you to death..." The young man cursed with a smile while stumbling to find his shoes.

Fang Ping took the opportunity to escape.

"Hmph, stinky boy, don't let me meet you again, or I'll break your dog legs." The young man was drunk and packed his things to go home.

His family originally sold talismans and related materials. Today, he ran out to drink under the pretext of selling talismans, but ended up meeting Fang Ping, who fooled him as a drunkard.

When he came to the door of his house humming a little tune, he happened to see his old father handing a large bag of talisman paper scraps to a child of eleven or twelve years old. x33xs.com

He rubbed his eyes hard and found that this child was the guy who fooled him into investing in scrap recycling.

"You bastard, you actually ran into my house." He yelled, took off his shoes and rushed over: "Boy, stop right there."

"Thank you, uncle, please keep the scraps for me in the future, I'll come back to get them in a few days."

Fang Ping, who took the scraps of talisman paper and was thanking the kind-looking uncle profusely, suddenly thanked him and ran away.

"Dad, let me go, he's just a little liar."

"How dare you, he just wanted to collect some talisman paper scraps to see if they can be recycled, and he even wanted to exchange them for complete talisman paper, how can he be a liar?"

"What, he told you to exchange them for talisman paper? Then why did he tell me that he wanted me to invest 20 spirit stones in him every month? He's really a little liar, taking advantage of me when I'm drunk..."

At this point, he suddenly covered his mouth and looked at his father.

"Dad, dad, even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, oh, where is the patrol team, help me..."

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