Steady cultivation of immortality, the entire cultivation world is my home

"Why don't you go out for a walk tomorrow and find out if anything has happened in Fangshi recently."

Shen Lian was thinking in his mind.

The boss of the law enforcement team suddenly became more diligent. It was probably the old man from above who came.

The arrival of high-level monks often means that something is happening.

It's better to ask around to feel at ease.

There are so many things going on in Fangshi every day, and dead Taoist friends can circle around Fangshi several times.

Shen Lian just wanted to spend this year quietly.

Then, return to Chu State.

At night.

Shen Lian was sitting cross-legged in the practice room practicing, when the door was knocked, interrupting his practice.

"Who?"

Arriving at the door of the room, several talismans appeared in the palm of his sleeve.

"Brother, it's me."

After hearing the sound, Shen Lian confirmed the identity of the visitor. After turning off the formation, he opened the door with his other hand.

"Brother, you...you are really stable, and you are still running the formation at home."

Weng Xia stood at the door and looked at Shen Lian who opened the door.

"Brother Weng is a rare visitor."

Shen Lian was also a little surprised. Although he was familiar with Weng Xia, Weng Xia only visited once in the past two years.

I still knew that when he became a first-level high-grade Talisman Master, I came over to congratulate him.

Now, the night is deep.

What is an old man doing?

"Brother, I'm here to beg you to draw a talisman to dispel miasma."

Hearing the sound, Shen Lian put away the talisman in his robe and invited Weng Xia to come in and take a seat.

"Brother, it's not easy to get rid of the miasma. Just give me a message..."

Having said this, Shen Lian smiled awkwardly and took out his communication talisman from the depths of his storage bag.

Fortunately, Weng Xia didn't care about this matter.

"I want a lot of them this time, preferably high-level miasma dispelling talismans."

Seeing Weng Xia's eager look, Shen Lian's heart moved.

"Brother, what happened? You are so anxious."

"That's right, I have a great-grandson who is an outer disciple of the sect. He suddenly came to Fangshi today. He took over the sect's mission and needs to enter the miasma-filled wilderness for a while."

"You also know how poisonous the miasma in the wilderness is. Once the miasma enters the body, it is very troublesome to get rid of it. It also delays cultivation. The most important thing is that it affects the foundation establishment, which is troublesome."

"It's my fault that I didn't expect that I sold all the miasma-dispelling talismans that my brother sold to me because of their excellent quality. Now my great-grandson has no use for the talismans."

"It seems that my great-grandson's foundation is expected to be established. Congratulations to my brother."

Shen Lian observed his words and immediately flattered him.

Sure enough, a smile appeared on Weng Xia's face, which was beautiful.

"This kid is not bad. He is already at the eighth level of Qi training in his fifties. He is expected to achieve a foundation building before he turns sixty."

As he said that, Weng Xia's expression darkened again.

"When I asked him about his mission, this bastard didn't even say anything about the duration of the mission."

"I'm afraid that the miasma will enter my body and hurt my heart, which will delay the subsequent attack on the foundation. I have no chance in this life, so I'm counting on this great-grandson."

"Brother, I happen to have a few high-grade miasma dispelling talismans left here. Give me a few more days and I'll draw a few more."

Shen Lian took out five miasma-dispelling charms.

He understood what Weng Xia was thinking, some parents were like this.

If you can't fly yourself, just lay an egg and let the next generation fly.

But if you accidentally lay a fool, you will have to lay eggs from generation to generation.

Ru Weng was in charge of the affairs, and he had laid the eggs of his great-grandson, and he finally became successful.

"Then I'm sorry to bother you. I'll draw as many pictures as I can within three days. I'm going to find the anti-miasma pill for him."

Weng Xia casually took down a storage bag, turned around and left in a hurry before Shen Lian could say no.

The door was closed again and the formation was opened.

Shen Lian opened the storage bag, which contained two bottles of high-grade spiritual ink and two dozen high-grade talisman papers, worth 360 spiritual stones, twice as expensive as his five miasma-removing talismans.

The effect of the first-grade high-grade miasma dispelling talisman has undergone a qualitative change.

It can dispel the miasma within at least a hundred feet, and if there is no wind influence, it can even last for several days.

If you find a small and small cave, the effect will be more obvious, and it will not be a problem to extend it to ten days and a half.

Generally speaking, casual cultivators will only use a high-grade miasma dispelling talisman when they find a great opportunity.

Judging from the appearance of Weng Xia, with so much demand, his great-grandson's sect mission seems to be a long-term mission.

He and Weng Xia may have been coveting each other's body at the beginning, but after two years of business, they had already developed a human touch.

Besides, he made the talismans for sale, and selling them to Weng Xia was no different from selling them to his great-grandson.

After practicing for a night and freshening up the next morning, Shen Lian was about to start drawing the talisman to dispel miasma when the door was knocked again.

"Dangdang..."

"Is Master Shen Fu at home?"

"I'm Weng He, come to see me."

Hearing the sound outside, Shen Lian was stunned.

The great-grandson is here.

Why did the grandfather and grandson come in batches?

Listening to the movement outside the room, Shen Lian noticed that Weng He was not alone, but there were three people.

He lowered the formation and activated a divine talisman. Then he opened the door with his left hand, hid his right hand in his sleeve, and pinched a few more talismans just in case.

"But Master Shen Fu is in person."

Weng He was strong and upright in appearance, but he didn't look as shrewd as Weng Xia.

"Exactly, I don't know how many..."

Weng He and the two people beside him were wearing blue robes, and told Shen Lian that they were all outer disciples of the Bishui Sect.

"Master Shen Fu, don't panic. We are here for the Miasma Removal Talisman."

Thinking of the advice of his great-grandfather, Master Shen Fu rarely interacted with people and was very defensive, so Weng He first told him the purpose of his visit.

"Please come in, all three of you."

The other two disciples of the Bishui Sect followed Weng He, and it was obvious that Weng He was the leader.

"Master Shen Fu, the Miasma Removal Talisman you drew is a rare masterpiece. We came here this time to customize a batch of top-grade Miasma Removal Talismans."

"A batch?"

Shen Lian was a little surprised.

Miasma Removal Talisman is not an elixir. This thing has no other use except to go to the miasma area.

Could it be that he has to stay in the miasma area permanently?

A bill of thirty spirit stones, are all the disciples of the sect so rich?

"Yes, we provide the materials for making talismans, and give Master Shen an additional reward. All we need is that Master Shen does his best to draw the anti-miasma talisman for us during this period."

Shen Lian knew that there were tens of thousands of disciples in the Bishui Sect, and there were countless talisman masters. Weng Xiahe and the other two came to him.

The only reason was that the anti-miasma talismans he drew were more effective and of better quality.

It seems that the anti-miasma talismans needed are not only large in quantity, but also need to be supplied for a long time.

"I am only at the sixth level of Qi training now. In addition to practicing every day, I can only draw five high-quality anti-miasma talismans, with a success rate of about half, sometimes two and sometimes three."

Shen Lian did not refuse.

He found that he could not refuse.

"Thank you, Master Shen."

"I will come to pick up the first batch of talismans in three days."

Weng He patted his storage bag very straightforwardly, and a pile of talisman materials fell on the table, and pointed to a cultivator beside him.

"Master Shen, this is Yang Lin. If I don't come, Yang Lin will take the talismans and deliver the materials."

"Okay."

Weng He and the other two came and left quickly.

After Shen Lian closed the door, he looked at the materials left by Weng He.

In this deal, he still made money.

Most talisman masters are lucky not to lose money.

Many talisman masters are happy to have someone pay them to make talismans, regardless of the success rate, and to improve their talisman making proficiency.

The grandparents Weng Xia and grandchildren don't know that he has a 100% success rate in making talismans.

Without counting the reward for making talismans, he can directly take away at least half of the materials.

Weng He left five bottles of spiritual ink, five pieces of talisman paper, and a first-grade top-grade talisman pen, plus three hundred spiritual stones.

Including what Weng Xia left last night, there are a total of materials worth one thousand four hundred spiritual stones, plus a reward of three hundred spiritual stones.

He made a net profit of three hundred spiritual stones and seven hundred spiritual stone materials.

Shen Lian thinks it's good.

Making money is not bad.

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