Longevity starts with learning

"Fifteen handles..."

Counting the Changhong Swords that had been successfully refined, Chu Mu also made calculations in his mind.

There are only more than two thousand spirit stones in total, and there are still a lot of spiritual materials left in the storage talisman.

Of course, these spiritual materials were not used for refining the Changhong Sword. Back then, in order to increase his knowledge of weapon refining skills, he basically bought some of the available spiritual mineral materials on the black market.

These days, I have been doing a lot of research and thinking.

Nowadays, a total of fifteen finished products have been refined. Judging from the market price of high-grade magic weapons, even including the ten refining failures, the loss is definitely not a loss, and the profit is not even small.

Chu Mu didn't care too much about the number of spiritual stones. In other words, since the alchemy opened up a source of wealth, he no longer cared about the spiritual stones as before.

The world of cultivating immortals is too big. Da Chu’s world of cultivating immortals alone has an extremely huge area.

At the moment, his financial resources are limited, just because he is not desperate yet, there is not much threat, and he has enough spiritual stones, so he is too lazy to leave.

If he really gets to that point, given the vastness of Da Chu's world of cultivating immortals, the worst he can do is to take a shot and change his place. The sky will be his quilt and the earth will be his bed. As long as he has spiritual stones and financial resources, there is no place he can't practice!

"I hope the black market can be somewhat useful..."

Throwing the fifteen Changhong Swords into the storage talisman, Chu Mu sensed that the storage talisman's time limit was running out. Thinking of his previous guesses, he couldn't help but think to himself.

As the saying goes, you will regret less when the book is used. In the past, it was fine. The art of alchemy was just to meet the needs of practice. It was just a gourd and a gourd, and it didn't require much.

This time, the weapon refining was completely in line with his interests. He had too many ideas, but... his limited knowledge of weapon refining could not support his unbridled ideas.

Now, looking at the inheritance of the puppet technique, he is still a little unable to do it.

This art of cultivating immortals covers a vast body of knowledge.

Far from being able to satisfy his reluctance to follow the same rules as a manual for refining weapons.

If he wants to stop following the gourd and draw the scoop, he must have the ability to draw the scoop himself.

After cleaning the room and removing the micro-partition restrictions, Chu Mu walked towards the door.

There is no time in the journey to immortality. This time, it only took more than a month to refine a dozen magical weapons.

Pushing open the door, the scene that greets you is still the same as before, nothing has changed.

In the building opposite, you can still hear the faint enchanting sound. The female cultivator is very dedicated, wearing a skin bag, working day and night, just to earn a few broken souls.

"Um?"

Chu Mu looked at the man collecting manure not far away, with a bit of surprise on his brows.

Isn’t this street and this work done by Old Man Chen?

With Old Man Chen's questioning personality, are you willing to let him go?

Turning to look at the house on one side, the door was closed and cobwebs were already there, which undoubtedly proved that the house where Old Man Chen lived had been deserted for a long time.

"Fellow Taoist, Old Man Chen..."

Chu Mu stopped the man pushing the dung cart and just asked, but before he finished speaking, the door to the concierge opened and a woman's voice came.

"Old man Chen is dead."

"Dead?"

Chu Mu frowned and looked at Miaoyu, who was disheveled and leaning on the door frame.

"Good words can't persuade the damn ghost!"

"His little bastard son said that his cultivation has reached a bottleneck and he needs pills to break the mirror. Pills are in short supply in the city recently and he has no choice."

"That loser didn't dare to go to the black market, so he forced Old Man Chen to go."

"He's going to die in the end, and we can't persuade him..."

The woman said lightly.

Chu Mu asked: "Did Old Man Chen go alone?"

"It seems that he went there with the Niu brothers."

"The boss of the Niu family is also dead. Only the second son of the Niu family escaped. I heard he was seriously injured..."

"Oh, by the way, Old Man Chen knocked on your door, but no one answered. He probably thought you were not at home..."

"That little beast is not a human being. We asked someone to tell him that his father was dead, but he didn't even shed a single tear. He even cursed, ran over, searched Old Chen's room, and then left..."

Chu Mu was silent. He didn't have much emotion. He just felt that after all, he was a neighbor and he had known him for a long time.

During my free time, I also chatted with him for a few words, but he died so quietly.

Chu Mu didn't say any more, and walked towards the outside of the town.

After walking a few steps, the female cultivator behind her spoke again:

"Well, you'd better go out as little as possible these days. It's getting more and more uneasy outside."

"Some time ago, a group of law enforcers died in the city. Just a few days ago, I heard that another group of disciples of the Changsheng Sect were attacked by surprise, and none of them escaped."

"Now the law enforcement team in the city hangs around outside every day. I heard that they are beaten to death every day..."

"Thank you. I'm going to the city."

Chu Mu responded with a smile, but still headed out of the town.

"Our fellow Taoist Xu, I'm afraid it's not easy."

After Chu Mu walked away, the door to the side of the room opened. Li Changping looked at the direction Chu Mu left and sighed.

"Who knows!"

Miaoyu smiled: "It's not simple, and it has nothing to do with us."

Li Changping sighed a little: "I'm just sorry. If Old Man Chen had found this Taoist Xu, he probably wouldn't have died, and the Niu family brothers wouldn't be like this..."

"That's what he deserves!"

"We have all tried to persuade you like this, but we still don't listen. So what can we do..."

"Alas, the world is getting more and more unstable now. I don't know how many days we can live..."

"Just get by. Who cares about our life or death..."

On the street, the two chatted with each other, and Chu Mu walked away and entered the forest.

As for whether it was peaceful or dangerous outside, Chu Mu didn't care too much.

Regardless of whether there was a so-called storm or not, leaving the market was doomed to be unstable and unsafe.

This was inevitable.

He was also mentally prepared.

And with his current cultivation and combat power, as long as he was not targeted by the strong men in the foundation-building realm, he was confident that he could not defeat the cultivators in the Qi training realm and escape.

Entering the dense forest, Chu Mu released the cultivation cover on the face of the phantom god.

According to Miaoyu, the disciples were slaughtered one after another. At present, there must be disciples of the Changsheng Sect in the surrounding mountains.

Maybe there will be a confrontation with the existence of the foundation-building realm.

After all, would ordinary casual cultivators or evil cultivators dare to attack groups of Changsheng Sect disciples?

Chu Mu doesn't believe that there is no trick behind it.

Especially in the current tense situation.

The mission he saw in the Blood Killing Pavilion in the Fengming Mountain black market was very clear.

Not to mention the tense situation, there are also people who fish in troubled waters and fan the flames.

At present, although the situation on the surface is still stable, if things go wrong, the two sides may have torn their faces in secret.

Otherwise, which evil cultivator would be so bold as to go to the law enforcement team?

It's a thankless task!

In such a situation, if he concealed his cultivation, it would be a bit conspicuous.

Although the cultivation of the ninth level of Qi training is not high, it is not weak.

If there are really blind people, then treat it as meat delivered to the door, and don't eat it!

Just this robe of a top-grade magic weapon, ordinary cultivators, without any powerful means, may not even be able to break his defense!

Not to mention, his physical training is not weak!

While being alert, Chu Mu rushed through the mountains. He did not use the Divine Wind Boots. With his current physical training, the speed of his body is not slower than the speed under the blessing of ordinary spells.

He ran all the way, jumping up from time to time, and with a light jump, he was more than ten meters high, crossing dozens or even hundreds of meters, and then landed with a bang!

When he was interested, he even walked on the trees easily, with only a very slight leverage, the treetops were like flat ground.

Pure physical strength, under this wanton explosion, is like an indescribable joy!

It seems that such movement shocked the existence of those who were peeping along the way. It was only more than two hundred miles away, and the road was also calm.

Soon, the Jade Emperor Valley Black Market was in sight.

Entering the black market again, it was still the price of a low-grade spirit stone, but the flow of people in the black market was much more than before.

The rise in prices seems to make the black market more prosperous.

But obviously, the dangers after leaving the market have blocked the possibility of a considerable number of low-level casual cultivators entering the black market.

Just like that old man Chen, even if he had ten lives, he would probably not be able to reach the Jade Emperor Black Market.

Chu Mu was a little curious about how they came to the Jade Emperor Valley Market in the first place.

Although there are flying boats in the market that can travel everywhere, the price is very high, and it is obviously not affordable for casual cultivators like old man Chen.

Traveling together?

Or following the caravan?

Walking in the black market, Chu Mu guessed.

Although he wasted some time at the bottom, it was not long after all. Once the source of money opened up, after a long time, he seemed to be a little bit indifferent to the wasted time at the bottom.

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure it out. Seeing something catching his eye at the street stalls, Chu Mu immediately put his wild thoughts behind him.

After sprinkling a hundred or so lower spirits, Chu Mu got a bottle of body-tempering pills and threw them into his arms. He continued to stroll leisurely in the black market.

As he guessed, after just over a month, there were obviously many more good things in the black market that were rarely seen before.

After confirming his guess, Chu Mu was not in a hurry.

He rented a stall and put a Changhong sword on it.

The price was clearly marked, which was no different from the price in the black market. Compared with the market, it should be much cheaper.

The existence of magic tools was more scarce than he thought.

Less than a quarter of an hour after it was put on the market, it was bought by a masked monk.

The second one was also bought after it was put on the market not too long.

Seven Changhong swords were sold in a row, and in just over two hours, the revenue reached more than two thousand lower spirits.

Chu Mu was a little afraid to sell it.

If he continued to sell it, it would be too tempting.

By then, it might not be the existence of some Qi training realm who would be jealous.

He decisively closed his stall. More than 2,000 spirit stones were enough for him to buy a lot of goods in the Jade Emperor Black Market.

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