"Keep your voice down!"
Song Chengming covered his face with his hood and turned his head away, pretending that he was not familiar with her, but Tu Nian ignored him and immersed herself in her own pain.
This is really a story that is worth ten years of reading. This is a common story in the original novel, how come she didn't think of it at all?
She worked so hard to draw so many talismans. If she could sell two of them on the market, she could at least get a dozen spirit stones. Even if she sold them wholesale, she should be rich now.
But what was she doing? Digging grass! Picking up rubbish!
Tu Nian's current mood can be described in eight words: suddenly awakened and regretful.
"I think," realizing how much she was wasting food, she quickly turned around and said to Song Chengming sternly, "Let's stop shopping and find a place to set up a stall."
Song Chengming almost laughed out loud, "No, my dear sister, where do you think we are now? The grounds of the grand martial arts competition! Do you know how many talented talisman practitioners are setting up stalls here, what level of talismans they use, and what prices they sell them for?"
"Excuse me for being blunt. Although your Jindan cultivation level, which is less than sixteen, is very valuable, and I am in my early seventeens, which is at the peak of the foundation building stage, it's not bad either. But with our talismans here, it's a joke to break the sky."
"Look at you, you're such a loser."
Facing his dismissive attitude, Tu Nian directly took out a talisman from the mustard seed and slapped it into his hand, "Hey, let's see if it's of sufficient quality."
"What the hell is that..."
Song Chengming glanced at her suspiciously and casually unfolded the talisman paper. However, after looking at it for a while, the disdain on his face gradually turned into surprise.
Looking around, Song Chengming quickly folded up the talisman and cautiously handed it back to Tu Nian. He lowered his voice and asked, "How did you get Tushan's talisman?!"
Tu Nian raised his eyebrows and asked instead of answering, "Is Tushan's talisman very rare?"
"Sister, please don't test me."
Song Chengming knew that his vision was limited, and he approached her with a look of confusion. "Who among the talisman practitioners doesn't know that Tushan is the best talisman master? The talismans they produce are all top-grade and hard to come by. If you can get one, not to mention using it, even buying it back to worship it would be a great deal."
"It's actually like this..."
After listening to his explanation, Tu Nian pinched his chin and fell into thought.
"I advise you not to think about selling Tushan talismans." Bo Qiu gently waved at her waist and said.
"I know."
Tu Nian quickly sent a message back, and his calm tone surprised Bo Qiu a little.
You can sell talismans, but they can't be from Tushan. After listening to Song Chengming's explanation, she realized this.
The reason she had the idea of using the Tushan Fu was because she knew it was awesome, but she hadn't expected it to be so awesome that it could become the industry leader.
Regardless of whether selling top-grade talismans to those powerful people with her strength was considered to be courting disaster, her bloodline alone was not something that could be made public. You have to know that the original owner's parents didn't die inexplicably; they were killed by revenge.
If she made her fortune by selling Tushan talismans, and someone came to her house one day and asked her where the talismans came from, she would definitely remain silent.
And from Song Chengming's reaction, it can be seen that Fu Xiu has a very high level of knowledge about the Tushan Talisman, so not only can she not sell this Tushan Talisman, she can't even use it often on weekdays.
You have a lot of skills but you have to hide them, and you have to give up the money you can earn.
When Tu Nian thought of this, he felt a little depressed. When he raised his head again, there was a hint of determination in his eyes.
Just based on this, she must make a name for herself in the future, otherwise it would be a waste of the hardships she has endured now.
"Tu Nian, Tu Nian!"
His lofty ambitions were interrupted by a call. Tu Nian turned his head and saw Song Chengming frowning and looking towards the crowd.
"how?"
As she spoke, she followed his gaze and saw Luo Zhan and Qin An surrounded by a group of female cultivators wearing privet yellow robes. The atmosphere between the two sides was tense and it seemed like a conflict had occurred.
Song Chengming commented, "It doesn't feel very good."
"You're not even telling me."
Tu Nian frowned and walked over there.
Sect conflicts are most common in large competition arenas. People who love to watch flock to the scene and have surrounded the scene of the incident. Song Chengming follows Tu Nian closely and helps her clear the crowd along the way.
"I don't want to hit a woman, so you better not force me!"
When he was still far away, Tu Nian heard Luo Zhan's unfriendly voice and thought to himself that something was wrong. He no longer cared about his image and immediately lowered his head, trying his best to squeeze into the wall of people.
She walked so fast and was short that Song Chengming almost lost her without paying attention. He hurriedly took two quick steps to catch up with her.
"Excuse me."
"Excuse me, please let me pass."
After arriving at the scene of the incident by stepping on countless people's shoes, Tu Nian's first reaction was to look for Luo Zhan.
This job is not difficult to do. Among a bunch of delicate female cultivators, there is only one tall and strong man standing there. He can be seen at a glance.
"As a Dan cultivator, you're not even as strong as your little lover in a fight, and you still say you won't hit women? What a joke!"
Tu Nian was still wondering what had happened to the few of them, but when he heard the female cultivator opposite him say this in a hoarse voice, he immediately realized that this girl was here to cause trouble.
She felt sick just by listening to this insinuating ridicule, not to mention Luo Zhan, a grown man. He immediately took out his magic weapon in a rage, and his spiritual power was surging all over his body, ready to explode.
"calm!"
Seeing the situation, Tu Nian quickly pinched a talisman in her hand, but Song Chengming was faster. When she took the talisman, he rushed forward with a Qingfeng Jue, and broke Luo Zhan's posture the moment he got close to him. Then he pinched the other's arm with an angry look on his face.
"You're crazy! You actually want to fight with Baihua's people? Are you going to make all the efforts of the sect go to waste?"
Luo Zhan was so angry that he didn't listen to him at all. He swung his arms and rushed towards the female cultivator opposite who had a look of contempt on her face.
"Don't stop me. If she dares to attack Qin An, I will kill her!"
“Snap—”
"Brother Zhan!"
A crisp sound and Qin An's exclamation rang out, and the atmosphere in the whole venue was brought to freezing point by this slap. Luo Zhan covered half of his face in a daze, while Song Chengming looked at the culprit with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
Tu Nian calmly flicked his wrist and looked at Luo Zhan, whose face was half red, with a calm face and said, "Brother Luo, if you want to vent your anger, I don't care. After the competition is over, you can kill anyone you want. But before the competition is over, please control your behavior."
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