I will survive with proficiency

At the desk.

Chen Ping worked at his desk.

Yu Lingchun brewed a cup of spirit tea, blowing it to a perfect temperature, and placed it next to the desk in front of Chen Ping.

Then he changed the angle again, and lightly picked up the oil lamp without hindering Chen Ping's posture, so that the flames would burn more vigorously.

"Husband, what is this painting?"

Yu Lingchun blinked her big eyes, put her hands on her cheeks, and lightly pursed her red lips. She sat beside Chen Ping and looked at Chen Ping's painting curiously.

Chen Ping was indifferent:

"Illustration of the Misty Continent. It's selling well in the market now, and I can make some quick money."

He went to Fangshi two days ago and found three very useful information:

One, piracy is rampant in Fangshi, no one is in charge, and it can be sold blatantly.

Second, the price of "Illustration of the Misty Continent" has been raised to 30 low-grade spirit stones per copy, which is outrageously expensive. You must know that buying the original version only cost 20 taels of gold.

How many times did it double?

Third, "Pictures of the Misty Continent" is so expensive, but because it involves many complicated illustrations of mountains and rivers, it is difficult to copy pirated copies, and it is rare to see pirated copies in the market. Occasionally, there are one or two vendors who sell them, and the quality of the transcriptions is also unsightly.

This made Chen Ping smell a business opportunity.

His makeup skills have been cultivated to the expert level, and his makeup skills are mainly related to disguise, not ordinary makeup skills, and have the same effect as painting.

A diagram of a mere continent is nothing to worry about.

It can even be painted more vividly than the original.

Chen Ping calculated that this would make more money than painting evil spirit charms. At present, there are only 3 spirit stones for one piece of evil spirit talisman, and he can only draw 1-2 pieces in an hour.

This volume of "Illustration of the Misty Continent" can be sold for at least 20 spirit stones for a pirated copy.

In an hour, he can draw at least two volumes.

It is a windfall.

A rare windfall opportunity.

Of course, if there are too many paintings, there will be inflation, which will easily cause the market to drop in price. But no matter how you drop it, you will make more money than drawing symbols.

"Is this dangerous?" Yu Lingchun worried.

She rarely goes out and doesn't know much about the situation in Fangshi. Occasionally, you may not necessarily notice this information. In her original ecological memory, imitation books are not allowed.

Chen Ping smiled and said:

"No one cares about this now. Besides, I'm not selling it, so there is no danger. Of course, according to your way of selling, there may be danger."

"ah?"

Hearing that Chen Ping said that he would not sell, Yu Lingchun felt relieved. But I don't know how my crappy selling behavior is better than Chen Ping found out.

For a while, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of Chen Ping's speech.

Until Chen Ping took out the hairpin.

"I don't know if this hairpin is expensive or not. I saw you wearing it before. I saw you selling it the other day, so I spent a few extra spirit stones to buy it from that nun. Keep it." Chen Ping put the hairpin on. The hairpin was inserted back into her jet-black hair.

My little daughter-in-law really likes it more and more.

Get along very comfortably these days.

He doesn't chase any romantic love, what he likes is such a quiet life.

Yu Lingchun obviously didn't expect this situation, looking at her man, she couldn't express the sweetness in her heart:

"It was not expensive before, but it will become more expensive in the future."

Chen Ping smiled: "In the future, when the store has new products, or when you arrive in a new city, buy you a new one."

Although the magic weapon store here is still open, there are no new magic weapons, and they are all second-hand.

"You don't need to waste spirit stones, I really like this one." Yu Lingchun leaned closer and looked at Chen Ping sweetly with a smile.

Looking forward to a new life in the future.

Lianyun City must leave after all.

"Shall I write the notes?"

Yu Lingchun withdrew her gaze and flipped through the album... In addition to pictures, this album also has a lot of text content.

"Okay, I'll draw the picture, you copy the text, it's faster. You can go to bed earlier." Chen Ping drew the picture album.

Hearing that she went to bed early, Yu Lingchun blushed slightly.

It's more touching.

Chen Ping felt itchy.

"Forget it, I'm not going to draw anymore, I'm going to sleep now." Chen Ping picked up Yu Lingchun, who was as soft as water, smiled, and went to the bedroom.

"It's still early."

"Hey hey hey, it's getting late."

...

the next day.

Continue to draw "Illustration of Misty Continent".

After drawing ten volumes, Chen Ping and Yu Lingchun greeted each other, and then went to the north of the city.

Find Guo Zizhao and give the transcribed books to Guo Zizhao to sell.

"Brother, do you have a price?" Guo Zizhao carefully put away ten books.

Chen Ping shook the flesh on his face, thickened his neck, and said impatiently:

"What price do you set? You sell it at the most expensive price. If it sells well, I can ask that painter to paint some more."

"Brother, don't worry, this album will definitely sell for a good price." Guo Zizhao promised, he just took a look at it, and the picture quality is very good, and he has never seen such a delicate painting before.

He has never seen the original book, but guesses that the original book may not have this level.

"Old rules, wait for me to find you."

Chen Ping didn't talk too much nonsense, and after explaining a few words, he left straight away.

I went to House No. 4 again, and found that my house had been patronized, and a dead body was lying on the floor of my house.

In troubled times, theft will only be late, but not absent.

For those who have tasted the sweetness of theft, there are only zero or countless thefts.

Chen Ping didn't know if this was the thief from last time. But I don't care. Those who can break into and steal other people's things have no good things.

In other words, when the owner is not at home, these thieves may only steal money, but if they are unlucky and the owner is at home, they will also kill the killer.

In a sense they are all gangsters.

Chen Ping touched the corpse resolutely, there were a dozen or so low-grade spirit stones, not many.

But less makes more.

After reorganizing the house, after thinking about it, I pasted a note on the door:

[There are people living in this house all the year round, and there are agencies ambush inside, please do not enter or steal. ]

‘There shouldn’t be many friendly people like me in Lianyun City, right? '

Then I went to House No. 3 again, but this house was not patronized, and the monster meat was still there.

Make arrangements in the same way.

leave, go home.

Back home, Chen Ping opened a book called "Tian Gang Lei Fa".

This is a book I got when I killed the leader of the Dragon and Tiger Gang. I still remember the supernatural performance of the leader of the Dragon and Tiger Gang. The effect of casting spells with one hand is excellent and exquisite. I almost hurt myself.

This is a skill that fell from the sky.

A spell that can only be practiced in the late stage of Qi training.

Chen Ping flipped through the booklet page by page, and began to study step by step.

Tiangang Thunder is not a lightning-inducing spell, but a self-generated thunder.

In the process of practice, you need to regard yourself as a small world, interact with yourself and the world, realize the "interaction between heaven and man", use my energy to align with the energy of the heaven and the earth, and use my strength to align with the spirit of the heaven and the earth. Mr. inner thunder, regenerated outer thunder, merged into one.

It's not a basic spell, so getting started isn't easy.

But Chen Ping has a lot of patience.

Once, twice, three times...twenty times, fifty times, a hundred times...

"Zizi...", "Zizi..."

'This...how come it feels like I was in a physics class back then, Lorenz made electricity...' Chen Ping didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but it was fun to practice.

…continue.

Three days later, there was a soft "beep!", and a bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere, and struck the sword attached to the wall. The sputtering firelight ignited a piece of rag beside it, giving off a scorching smell.

A set of Longju water for precise fire extinguishing.

It's not easy.

Finally got started.