My technique advances once a day

When I woke up, it was already late at night.

In the city, everything was silent.

Shen Yuan lightly put on his cloak, his figure was hidden in the night, and turned into a deep shadow.

He moved without a fixed track, wandering under the moonlight.

Not long after, he came out of the alley with two more corpses of Tongmai Realm Blood Demons in his hands.

"No, so many Blood Demons have died here, and you still dare to come?" Shen Yuan looked at the two people whose heads were crushed speechlessly.

In the past, he might have felt a sense of accomplishment after killing two Blood Demons, but now it was just a matter of convenience, and there was no fluctuation in his heart.

He suddenly threw his hand and threw the two lifeless corpses to the ground.

The two corpses, which still had residual heat, were instantly enveloped by invisible power and began a strange twist. Finally, in a wave that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, the corpses were silently dissolved and finally disappeared.

Transformed into nutrients in Gu Ruyan's body.

Shen Yuan did not stop there, but searched all the Blood Demon Sect demons in the Tempering Body Realm and Inner Strength Realm in the city.

In less than an hour, there was no trace of the Blood Demon Sect in the city.

Looking at the sky that was not yet bright, Shen Yuan could only walk towards Cuiyun Tower helplessly.

He was too lazy to change his clothes, so he simply used the trick of hiding his breath in the "Breath Induction and Transformation Technique", leaned lazily on the beam, and listened to the midnight song.

When the sky was dawning, he turned over and fell down, and his body shook, and in the blink of an eye he disappeared in Cuiyun Tower and came to the Qingliu Gang.

The new house built by the Qingliu Gang has been completed for the most part after working day and night and spending money like water.

It only needs to be covered with glazed tiles to seal the roof, and then the walls of the courtyard are painted, and a large house will be completed.

Seeing that everything was going in an orderly manner, Shen Yuan came to the medicine shop on the street.

In a small and exquisite room, he sat on the armchair, looking down and flipping through the book quietly.

He closed the book in his hand until he heard footsteps outside the room, and looked at the figure who pushed the door open.

"Manager Lu, has anyone come to cause trouble recently?"

The manager of the Qingliu Gang, Lu Yang, who had just stepped into the room, was rubbing his sleepy eyes. He was thinking about business matters and didn't expect that there was someone else in the room. He was frightened by the sudden voice.

But the voice was very familiar. After seeing the familiar cloak on the chair in the room, he immediately leaned over and clasped his fists:

"My lord!"

"Reporting to my lord, no one dared to cause trouble."

"Although there have been some casualties recently, they were all injured by wild beasts and poisons while collecting herbs and hunting in the mountains."

"All these people have been properly settled. The injured have been given half of the treatment expenses, and the deceased have also been given resettlement fees to their families."

Shen Yuan nodded: "Thoughtful."

Seeing him say this, Lu Yang breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had not done anything wrong.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Shen Yuan asked calmly.

"No." Lu Yang shook his head firmly.

"Hehe."

Shen Yuan smiled and threw the account book in his hand on the table.

"Although there is a surplus in the account, there is not much cash. Many money and goods are settled after the month. If a good deal comes, won't we just watch the opportunity slip away?"

Who is to blame! It's all your people-friendly money...

Lu Yang was about to complain in his heart, but he saw Shen Yuan took out a few stacks of golden bills from his arms.

There were only two "bangs", and the thick silver bills fell on the table, making a dull and powerful sound.

Each one was worth one hundred taels, which was about thirty or forty thousand.

This made Lu Yang speechless.

It seems that his boss not only came with problems, but also with solutions.

He is really a god!

"It's Huimin. After the money goes through a circle, it will eventually come back to us."

Shen Yuan explained calmly: "People can't survive. What's the point of saving a lot of money? It's just a piece of waste paper in the end!"

"Your Excellency is right."

Although Lu Yang nodded, he didn't quite understand. He thought that the more money you save, the better. Why should you give it away for nothing!

Besides the reputation of Huimin being useless, he didn't see any benefit.

Only when the money is in your pocket, the benefit is really obvious!

Shen Yuan didn't care whether he understood or not. He just wanted to do what he wanted to do.

He pointed at the table, pointing at the stacks of silver bills on the table that were specially exchanged in Hanyu City:

"Half of the money here will be sent to Sun, the head of the backyard of Zhuxie Yamen. You should have heard that there are a group of children there?"

Lv Yang nodded: "I have heard that it seems that the people of Zhuxie Yamen rescued the great medicine from the bloody demon."

"I heard that in order to save these children, Sun spends countless money every year. Several wealthy families have a headache when they see Sun visiting them."

"I have no chance and can't find a suitable time to visit. I will come to your house in person later."

"Yes."

Shen Yuan nodded and asked: "How are the father and son of the Lin family doing recently?"

"The two of them broke through the realm and entered Tongmai together two days ago. They went to the business road without stopping. They should be back the day after tomorrow." Lu Yang said.

"Break through the realm?"

Shen Yuan nodded lightly, not too surprised, as if he had expected the breakthrough of the father and son of the Lin family.

The two were close to a breakthrough. They destroyed the Zhao family, and the mountain that was suffocating the father and son of the Lin family disappeared.

Their mental outlook changed, their body and mind were much more relaxed, and it was normal for them to break through.

Seeing Shen Yuan asking about the two of them, Lu Yang said: "My lord, do you have something urgent to do with them? I will send someone to hurry up and tell them to come back..."

"Nothing urgent."

Shen Yuan waved his hand: "When they come back, ask them if they know a bookstore that can print books."

"Printed book?"

Lu Yang was a little confused. Could it be that he, the master, was planning to write drama scripts to increase his revenue?

Never!

Writing these things is thankless, but the most important thing is how much money can I make?

If what you write is not satisfactory to the readers, you will be scolded and you are asking for trouble!

He might even come to your door and get beaten up.

But when you think about it, maybe this thing is your own adult’s hobby?

Lu Yang wrote this down and waited for the Lin family and his son to return.

Speaking of which, he was just a member of a gang. He only knew the location of Qingyang City, and his knowledge was really not as good as that of the Lin family father and son who traveled all over the country.

After giving the instructions, Shen Yuan didn't have any unnecessary explanations, but changed into ordinary clothes and went to a book-selling shop in the city.

""Orchid Pavilion Feng Hua Lu", "Yan Jin Liu Bone Paste", "Ink Dance Dragon and Snake Book", "Soldier Killing"..."

Shen Yuan selected a few copybooks and decided to practice calligraphy first.

What he wants to do is very simple, sell rare martial arts that is useless to him. After all, this thing is regarded by other families as a bottom-line secret, ensuring the prosperity of the family.

In Shen Yuan's opinion, if you can't practice this thing after selling it, buying it will be a waste.

Just like the Lin family's father and son are the best proof, with the rare-level "Sealing the Pulse and Capturing the Dragon" in hand, they are still beaten by the ordinary martial arts Zhao family.

It's better to sell it and get some money.

Sitting alone in the small courtyard, Shen Yuan spread out a few copybooks on the stone table and arranged his pen, ink and inkstone.

Looking at the thin paper in the copybook, the handwriting may be thick or square.

Or an iron hook or a silver paddle, so arrogant that you can't live without it.

Or like soldiers, with murderous intent.

Shen Yuan picked up his pen and opened the panel the moment the ink fell.

"Add more, thank you."

The next second, the solid handwriting slowly unfolded in my mind.

One horizontally, one vertically, one stroke and one stroke...

He held his five fingers empty, hung his wrist and concentrated, lightly tapped on the large-character sticker, and wrote the word "small".

The writing style is as solid as that of a master who has been writing for thirty years.

One of the posts was instantly successful!