The Portal of Wonderland

(Recommend, favorite!) Shi Mu heard this, his heart laughed secretly. It took him two months with the help of tens of thousands of taels of Dan Yao to build the first layer of celestial kung fu. Compared to white stone, Blue Phoenix and others are quite slow, and now there is a lot of stress in his heart.

The money he had previously received from Aunt Zhen and Master Kim is not much left. According to the previous situation, if we want to practice the second layer of the heavenly elephant kung fu, we need more Dan medicine.

Besides, he had already heard about it, and the Demon Qi needed to cultivate Vigorous Demon Ape Fertility, which was sold in the door but at a much higher price than Quentin Dan.

“Where I'm from is the big family, but there are some opportunities to join the Dark Gate. Besides, Shi has already spent almost two pieces of silver on one body. I ran into Brother Huo today. I was just about to ask you, apart from the big to small ratio, is there any place in the door where I can earn two pieces of silver?” Ishima first laughed bitterly, then asked with a moving statement in her heart.

Huo Mao looked at Shi Lian differently and seemed somewhat incredible. After all, it is not easy for a person who does not have too many households to choose a resource-consuming method.

“If the Shi brothers want to make money, they can go to the Hiroshima Hall between Mountain 12 and Mountain 13, where there are some tasks published in the door, which can be picked up by both ordinary and miscellaneous disciples. Among them, there are a number of tasks that could not be accomplished by the servants, which are suitable for ordinary disciples such as the Shi brothers.” Huo Mao sighed and said.

“Seriously? There are still places like this in the door?” Shi Mu heard the great joy.

“The Shi brothers should have been closing their doors for a long time, and you new disciples should know about these things.” Huo Maohaha smiled.

“Oh, maybe, I rarely go out these days, and the news inevitably gets a little blocked.” There is some shame in Ishima's heart and a dark determination to meet more people in the future to avoid this happening again.

They laughed all the way to Green Stone Square and soon broke up with each other.

Ishima exchanged almost all of the little silver on her body for quenched and bloody dan, then left the valley and headed straight for Peak 12.

Soon after, Ishima arrived at a magnificent two-story hall between the two peaks.

At noon, the sun shines bright and bright, reflecting the pale glow of the palace, with two tall doors open and regular disciples in black and miscellaneous disciples coming and going from time to time.

There was a plaque hanging from the gate, and the book, "The Hiroshima”, was written in three bold words.

Ishima glanced at the plaque and walked towards the gate.

As soon as he entered the main door of the Palace of Guangyuan, he felt a shady attack. There was a not too long passage in front of him. There was a large butter torch on each side of the passage, and the wind shook the light to light the passage.

There was a hidden noise coming from the end of the aisle, and Shi Liam moved forward without hesitation.

About a dozen husbands went forward, turned a bend and suddenly brightened in front of him.

It is a huge hall of more than dozens of lengths and twenties wide, and the surrounding walls are filled with thick butter torches, making the entire hall as bright as day.

The center of the hall is filled with dozens of wide screens, and more than a hundred Black Devil's Gate disciples are scattered around the screen. Much of the noise comes from their exclamations, beeps, discussion sounds, and noisy footsteps.

Most screens are filled with lines of small blue or black characters, and black dominates the screen, with little blue. From time to time, disciples of miscellaneous service in black come from the depths of the palace and write paintings on the screen with brushes of the corresponding colour.

In addition, some disciples of miscellaneous service, with a faint white milliliter brush, gently swept over the black or blue handwriting on the screen, and the handwriting on the screen disappeared immediately.

Shi Mu walked to a blind corner and watched with interest the situation in the hall.

At this time, a black disciple had just cleared a line on a screen and immediately transcribed a line of black handwriting in an empty space.

As soon as it was finished, three or four C-level disciples approached, one of them shook his head and read it out.

As a result, the black shirt's miscellaneous disciple had just collected the brush and paper, and a grade C disciple with a birthmark on his left face was anxious to talk to him.

Immediately afterwards, the black shirt miscellaneous disciple nodded and drew a dark token from his arms, handing it to the class C disciple with a birthmark on his left face.

As soon as the token was collected, the person turned away with excitement, while the former disciple of miscellaneous service took out a small red print, lightly printed on the black font just now on the screen, a bright red sand mark like a flame appeared on the black font.

Ishima found that there were many markings on the black font, but very few on the blue font, but very few on a single line had more than two markings at the same time.

Seeing this, Ishima flashed a tint of color in her eyes, walking towards a screen nearest to her, and the first line of black prints immediately into the curtain.

“Purchase 3 shares of Wind Spirit Grass for more than 30 years at a price of 3,000 taels of silver for a limited time of 3 months! ”

Although Ishima doesn't know what the wind grass is, the low revenge brightens his eyes and immediately looks at the next line. It is also the purchase of some kind of herb at a price of only 500 taels, but there is no time limit and it is a long-term task.

Soon he finished watching this screen and walked towards the next screen.

Half an hour later, he had read all the more than twenty black tasks around him, and took a long relaxed breath in his heart, slowly calming down the shock in his heart.

The most tasks on these screens are those that require magicians such as Alchemists, Characters, etc., and are better paid than others.

For example, even the most common apprentice of woodworking magicians can get thousands of taels of silver if he tries to ripen a few acres of Lingtian slightly. For some tasks such as alchemists demanding higher alchemy charm formations, the reward is immobile to calculate more rare spirits stones.

You know, even the lowest grade of inferior spirit stone can easily be exchanged for 230,000 taels of silver, and it's often priceless. Because spiritual stones can not increase the cultivation of samurai, but for magicians can directly absorb the spiritual gasification into magic, and the various legal formations and even some magic instruments can not be provoked without spiritual stones.

Ishima naturally envies the magician's ability to earn money. If he has the ability of a magician, he may not have to worry about money if he practises like a heavenly work and a powerful demon ape.

When he thought that Bo Ming was also a magician, he suddenly moved in his heart and thought about whether he could practice magic. After all, he could never test his magician talent.

To his knowledge, there are some disciples in the door who are dual practitioners of martial arts.