The rebirth of the ancient sword fairy in Gaowu City

Chapter 2 Making Talismans
Song Qiuchen took out his old mobile phone again, searched for keywords on the Internet, and entered the three words "Yunmeishan" for query.

According to the previous memory of this physical body, Yunmei Mountain, a hundred miles away from home, is an extremely dangerous place where wild animals are infested.

But there are also rumors that some people went there to poach and made a fortune.

"Yunmeishan beasts hurt people!"

"Dozens of injuries occurred in a year!"

"It is said that there are people who have witnessed mutated beasts that have never been seen before."

"The military has sealed off most of the area, tourists are not allowed to enter!"

"..."

Browsing through this series of information confirmed the conjecture in Song Qiuchen's mind.

As the aura of heaven and earth begins to appear, the number and types of beasts will not only increase naturally, but also gradually mutate and evolve.

If one wanted to refine gas with food, it was simply impossible to rely solely on the simple and crude rations at home.

Then, it is a good choice to go to Yunmei Mountain to hunt wild animals as meat.

And, as far as he knows.

These beasts, especially the mutated beasts, fur, bones, internal organs, teeth, etc. are all relatively valuable materials.

After it can be sold, buy medicinal materials to support his cultivation.

What's more, there is another urgent matter at present, which is to help the family overcome financial difficulties.

Before going to Yunmei Mountain, you need to make some preparations.

"One level of Qi training is really too weak."

He frowned slightly.

The mana of the first level of Qi training is not enough to support the completion of the spell.

Generally speaking, when one reaches the third level of Qi training, one can issue some basic spells, such as ice needles, fireballs, and so on.

Of course, although the mana is weak, but as the existence of the former Sword Emperor, if he has a sharp sword in his hand, he will not be afraid of these ordinary beasts with only a few basic sword skills.

However, as far as he knew, here, an alloy long sword with an open front was very expensive, and it cost at least 1 yuan, which was obviously far beyond Song Qiuchen's current tolerance.

And the long sword is too conspicuous.

"Right, Talisman!"

Song Qiuchen immediately thought of another way.

He can seal the limited spiritual power in the talisman, and when it is stimulated, it can exert greater power.

Just do what you say, talisman paper, cinnabar, and talisman pens should not cost much.

Song Qiuchen went out, out of his low bungalow.

Just turned into the alley.

Immediately found the other end of the alley.

A group of seven or eight teenagers dressed in unorthodox manners were gathering to smoke.

The first tall young man in a camouflage down jacket, with an afro on his head and earrings caught Song Qiuchen's eyes.

Immediately showing joy, let out a sharp whistle.

"Fatty man, get over here!"

The earring youth shouted loudly, with an arrogant attitude.

The rest of the unscrupulous teenagers also let out strange smiles with malicious intentions.

Just idle and boring, some play.

Song Qiuchen walked over with a blank expression.

But there was a cold killing intent condensing in his heart.

According to the previous memory of this physical body, these gangsters are idle, causing trouble, and often bullying and beating their dull predecessors without any scruples.

"This fat man, why is something different?" The young man with the earrings looked at Song Qiuchen who was slowly approaching from a distance, and felt palpitations for no reason.

"It must be an illusion." It seems to want to put this bad feeling aside.

The young man with the earrings showed a ferocious expression on his face.

"Fatty, where's the monthly protection fee?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped Song Qiuchen across the face.

A few gangsters around had gloating looks on their faces.

However, "Crack!"

Everyone's eyes were blurred, and only a miserable howl was heard.

Taking a closer look, he saw that the young man with earrings had been slapped flying seven or eight meters away, several teeth had been slapped off, blood was constantly bubbling from his mouth, and he was lying on the ground trembling with pain like nervousness.

This sudden turn of events left everyone dumbfounded.

"Still... what are you still doing?"

"Come on, save the boss!"

The little gangster rushed towards Song Qiuchen from all directions.

But the next second.

Bang bang bang, with a muffled sound, figures flew up one after another.

There was a mess lying on the ground.

They were all rolling and howling in pain.

Song Qiuchen walked over expressionlessly and stomped his foot.

"Crack!"

"what!"

The young man with the earrings let out a miserable howl like a slaughtered pig, his right leg was directly crushed, and he almost passed out from the pain.

Immediately afterwards, "Kacha Kacha".

Song Qiuchen slowly trampled off the hands or legs of the other people lying on the ground one by one.

In the mournful howl.

"Hand over all the money you have on you."

"I don't want to say it a second time.

He said lightly, without any emotional fluctuations, but it fell on everyone's ears, like a judgment from hell.

"Brother Chen, stop hitting."

"I give, I give!"

A group of unscrupulous teenagers wept and tremblingly took out all the money on their bodies.

Gave it to Song Qiuchen.

"If I see you again, I will crush your bones one by one."

Song Qiuchen's words made these heartbroken, they supported each other, cried and disappeared outside the alley like a bereaved dog.

These little gangsters don't look arrogant every day, but they are not warriors.

Usually only dare to bully a student or a small vendor, extorting some protection money or something.

Seven or eight people only had more than 7000 yuan in total.

However, it is enough to buy what is needed to craft the Talisman.

Originally, Song Qiuchen felt that the hundreds of pocket money he had accumulated were a bit stretched.

Now the problem is solved.

It is open to buy.

Half an hour later, Song Qiuchen spent 5000 yuan to buy several thick stacks of talisman paper, as well as cinnabar and talisman pens.

When I was coming out of the store in the city.

"Xiaochen, is that you?" A voice called not far away.

Three people got out of a luxury car, a middle-aged man and woman, and a beautiful girl with an indifferent face.

The appearance of a family of three, all of them are well-dressed, and it looks like a wealthy family.

It was the middle-aged woman who called Song Qiuchen just now.

"Aunt Biao?" Song Qiuchen was taken aback, he didn't expect to run into Aunt Biao's family here.

Cousin Lin Xiaoyun is the mother's cousin, and the relationship between the two is relatively good.

Loved him more since he was a child.

It's just that she is weak and sick, and doesn't go out often, and has seen less in recent years.

"How did you get here?"

"what is this?"

Seeing that he was holding a stack of thick talisman papers, as well as cinnabar, talisman pens and other things, Lin Xiaoyun couldn't help asking in doubt.

"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just a little interested in this, study it." Song Qiuchen said with a smile.

"Hmph, if you don't study hard, you'll do something crooked."

At this moment, the middle-aged man following behind, his uncle Yue Haiyang shook his head.

Yue Haiyang is the middle-level leader of a large enterprise in Nanping City, with a good income.

Consider yourself a person.

She has always looked down on her cousin's relatives, especially the poor Song Qiuchen family.

"Look at our family, Lingling, who is in the same school and grade as you, how can there be such a big gap?"

Yue Haiyang looked at his daughter beside him with a proud face.

As for his daughter, who is Song Qiuchen's distant cousin, Yue Lingling has been standing by the side coldly, looking up at the sky, without even looking at Song Qiuchen, just treating him as air.

Yue Lingling is also in Songping No. [-] Middle School, but she is not in the same class as him. Yue Lingling is in Class [-] of the third year of high school, a talented girl in the top class.

Because she is very beautiful, she is very popular in school, and she is very proud.

Usually, he hides as far away as his cousin can, and treats him as nothing, and does not recognize his relationship with the outside world at all.

"You don't know, our family, Lingling, has already been admitted by Tiannan Wuhan University in advance."

"And you..."

While Yue Haiyang was continuing to speak triumphantly.

"Auntie, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first."

Song Qiuchen didn't bother to talk to him at all, just smiled and nodded at Lin Xiaoyun, and walked away.

"you……"

Yue Haiyang choked suddenly.

After half an hour.

"You bastard relative, you don't know any manners at all, so there's nothing to talk to." He said to Lin Xiaoyun angrily.

"You said Xiaochen like that, no wonder he is not happy." Lin Xiaoyun was also a little unhappy.

"Mom, you don't know, Song Qiuchen failed the martial arts talent test."

"There is no hope of becoming a warrior."

"From then on, their family and our family are one underground and one heaven. The gap is too big, so don't associate with this kind of family anymore."

At this time, Yue Lingling who was on the side spoke, looking at Song Qiuchen's retreating back with a look of disdain.

"Besides, he is such a waste, he will definitely be expelled at the beginning of school, let's wait and see the joke." Yue Lingling continued laughing.

"Haha, what did I say?"

"This kid is a good-for-nothing. He has not been smart since he was a child. Their family is already poor enough. It is really bad luck for eight lifetimes to have such a thing."

Yue Haiyang on the side burst out laughing upon hearing this.

After hearing this, Lin Xiaoyun frowned even more.

"You are not allowed to have any contact with his family anymore. Besides, you secretly lent them the private money and asked for it back. Don't think I don't know..." Yue Haiyang was still chattering.

(End of this chapter)