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"I'm sorry, but we need the proof provided by the Inscription Association, or the signature notarization provided to the owner of the inscription..."

At the Tianyun City Fair, the merchant directly rejected Ou Chuyang after seeing Ou Chuyang's age.

This was a polite rejection. Later, Ou Chuyang went to several private stores, and the attitude of these people was even worse.

He tried the inscription Trading Hall governed by the Trade Association. The shop was luxurious and luxurious, with six floors, each with high-end places and a refined atmosphere. Everything was expensive and nothing was cheap. The goods ranged from a few hundred to a few thousand gold. Even the owners were unnecessarily arrogant. If a rich young owner came, they would be polite and provided tea, friendly words and endless ass licking. But for the poor salesman, they were only given straight boots to the back.

Some even ignored anything and just waved his hand impatiently to drive him away.

"Look at the kid, don't cause trouble here, you are hindering my business."

"Hey, you're not where a little boy should go.... Oh, hey, customer, what do you need! Come and see..."

"Haha, kid, don't try to tease me here, I'm already laughing today. It's just toilet paper! Then you drew some small flames on this toilet paper. Do you think this is the inscription? Haha..." Over the whole day, Ou Chuyang visited two auction houses, a trade fair, and five treasure trading booths set up by respected families, but he hasn't found a buyer yet.

When he returned to Mingxi Pavilion, Ou Chuyang sighed. He did not expect that it would be so difficult to sell some inscriptions.

However, this was just a small setback. The understatement of ridicule and ridicule had no effect on Ou Chuyang. Ou Chuyang's pain and the pain he suffered from practicing martial arts have exceeded any psychological pain he had experienced. Even if Zhu Yan mocked Lan Yunyue, his family background and low cultivation, these would not affect Ou Chuyang's martial arts heart.

He put down the symbol paper and began to practice the "real original chaos formula". Although he practiced the inscription technique every day this month, he still managed to spend some time practicing the "real original chaos formula". Now, through his efforts, the "real original chaos formula" has completed the entire first level. His own martial arts cultivation is also at the pinnacle of the first stage of human body transformation.

With the power of nine stones and fists that can break ironwood, this proves that he is at the pinnacle of the first phase of physical transformation, that is, strength training!

Nine stones are equivalent to 900 kilograms. This is the peak of the first stage of body transformation. But the reality is that Ou Chuyang's current strength is no less than one thousand kilograms. This is due to the impact of the "chaotic virtue combat meridian" on his training. Not only that, but his strength is increasing every day. However, Ou Chuyang is actually still in the first stage of body transformation.

After dispersing his soul power with the "real original chaos formula", Ou Chuyang began to focus on his understanding of bones. His own bone removal time had reached a high level of proficiency and speed. Even the second-level evil beasts could not meet his practice requirements. Unfortunately, even in the Dajingdi Hall, third-level evil beasts were very rare. Ou Chuyang wanted to practice these rare beasts, but failed! Therefore, he came up with an idea and started to use the flat back of the knife to remove bones!

Usually, the person who wants to get bones will use the sharpest knife, even an axe or any other sharp tool to the point of being able to do. Bone removal usually takes a whole day to complete the second-level ferocious beast. But Ou Chuyang actually uses a very thick knife back to remove bones. This is ridiculous and impossible. The knife seems to be cut into hard rocks, and every inch requires extremely high strength and strength.

This forced Ou Chuyang to constantly do his best while sensing his skills.

In the past, eating a bowl of rice took more time instead of completely eliminating the second-level beast, but now two hours are not enough. Even if he did, he was still soaked in sweat.

Fortunately, the result was still good, and he cut off the meat as neatly as before. If Great Clarity Pavilion knew that Ou Chuyang was using the back of a knife to remove these second-level vicious beasts, then they would not only send Ou Chuyang to the nearest hospital, but also personally check it out!

After a whole night of training, Ou Chuyang was exhausted. He completely forgot about the inscription and fell asleep.

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After a night of sleep, Ou Chuyang woke up before dawn and went to his secret place in Zhoushan to practice martial arts. With the strike, the sun began to rise to the sky. At this time, a little boy walked over from the clearings in the woods. He was a tall man in white and had a healthy appearance. "Brother Lin, why did you ask me yesterday where to sell the inscriptions? Have you really finished carvings?"

The boy was Lin Xiaodong. At this time yesterday, Ou Chuyang asked him, and he answered without thinking. However, after more and more thoughts, he realized that Ou Chuyang would never be able to create any inscriptions!

Although Lin Xiaodong didn't have a deep understanding of the inscription, he still knew that Lin Ming could not create a complete inscription symbol. This might be some fake or semi-finished product. If he brought something similar to it to a trade fair for sale, the merchant would likely beat him up as a liar.

Ou Chuyang smiled and nodded, "I've finished eating."

Lin Xiaodong said with a tight heart: "Did you sell them?"

"Yeah. But I didn't sell anything."

He was not expected to sell anything, and these merchants were not fools. Lin Xiaodong expanded his friend with a little concern. When he asked his puppy, his eyes were filled with anxiety: "Brother Lin, have you not been beaten?"

Ou Chuyang silent stopped silent. His little brother was indeed full of fantasy. He suddenly burst into laughter and patted his friend on the shoulder, "I did finish the inscription symbol, and I am not a liar, why was he beaten?"

As he said, he took out four symbolic documents he had worked in the past month and handed them over to Lin Xiaodong. He didn't want to worry him.

However, once Lin Xiaodong saw these four iconic documents, his face was immediately shocked. The appearance of these symbolic documents is indeed very...it was too bad to see!

He guessed that Lin Ming's inscription might be second-rate or even flawed, but this is too much! The paper is dark yellow. It just looks like toilet paper that is used too many times. Only fools will buy it. Lin Xiaodong has seen symbol papers from several inscription masters before, and they are always placed on bright and neat paper, shining.

Lin Xiaodong looked like he was eating spoiled porridge. He smiled faintly. My brother, my sweetheart brother! He was not nervous to embarrass the embarrassing Ou Chuyang. He could only think of the hundreds of quarts of materials that had been used up. Lin Xiaodong's heart immediately felt pain. This was a waste of money!

Ou Chuyang noticed that Lin Xiaodong's expression had changed, and he could guess what he was thinking now. He simply put away the symbol file. He had no way to fully explain this to Lin Xiaodong in a way he could understand.

"Brother Lin, I must say that with your talents and efforts, you will sooner or later break through the pulse clotting period. Lin Xiaodong decided to try to convince his good friends with the carrot method. The stick was obviously useless.

Ou Chuyang smiled and kept silent. Lin Xiaodong was right. Even if he did not disturb the inscription, it would only be a matter of time before he reached the pulse condensation stage. Even the Houtian period and even the legendary Xiantian period would not be too difficult.

However, practicing martial arts is a daily effort, and no one waits for time. If he cannot improve his cultivation as soon as possible when he is young, it will become more and more difficult as he grows older.

If he does not use special medicines or magical items, but only relies on his own hard work, even if he has a solid foundation, it will still take a lot of time. Time that Ou Chuyang cannot bear!

Therefore, he needs to use inscription techniques to make money and make as many shortcuts as possible.

He said: "Xiaodong, you go back first, I still have some things to pay attention to."

"Things? Brother Lin, aren't you going to sell these symbol papers?"

Ou Chuyang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I already know the situation." As he said, Ou Chuyang had passed by dozens of meters.

"F * ck!" Lin Xiaodong saw Ou Chuyang disappearing and could only curse his back. He knew that Ou Chuyang had decided on his route and could not change it. My brother, oh my brother, please be careful!

Although Ou Chuyang does have firm will and aspirations, some things even go beyond the control of heaven...

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Although there are many shops in Tianyun City, there are not many shops that are qualified to sell inscriptions. There are less than thirty stores in total, including auction houses and trade fairs.

Among these people, Ou Chuyang has visited most of them and has been rejected by everyone without exception. It is just that he is just an apprentice. Sometimes, an apprentice will be lucky to create a complete product, but no one is willing to waste their precious weapons on such a suspicious product!

Ou Chuyang was a little disappointed with this setback, but it did not affect him. In his mind, he knew that he only needed more time and he would see the results of his work.

"Do you want to sell this inscription to us by consignment? Are you kidding me little boy? You are still young, but you want to do something dishonest. This can't be sold at all. Go, go, don't delay my business. You're in the way."

The owner of Baibao Hall waved impatiently. The behavior of the private store owner is always worse than that of the more professional auction houses. Ou Chuyang was not moved by this, but when he turned around, he saw a familiar face. It was a very beautiful face, but he didn't want to see it either.

Not too far from him were two girls in light yellow dresses. One of them was the person who did not fulfill his promise a few months ago and accompanied Zhu Yan to the Lan Yunyue Seven Martial Arts Museum.

Lan Yunyue had just arrived. She looked down at the four hasty sign papers in Ou Chuyang's hand, thinking about what the shop owner had just said. Her dewy skin color changed.

Lan Yunyue had never read the inscription symbol paper before, but even if she had it, she would not associate the objects in the fable with these rough documents in Ou Chuyang's hands. She guessed that Ou Chuyang was reselling goods... Some of them were not expensive, and they would try to buy such goods and sell them in the lower-priced, more common low-end market. The profits of such jobs are low, and most importantly, this is not a job that can make them ardent.

In addition... Ou Chuyang's family is not rich, and he has to bear the cost of practicing martial arts and daily living expenses. He must have been short of money recently, so he tried everything.

With this idea, Lan Yunyue sighed. She didn't know if she should say anything in this situation. She felt that what she said might damage Ou Chuyang's dignity, but she couldn't pretend that she seemed to be without him.

By now, the shop owner had seen Lan Yunyue, and his ugly cup was immediately welcomed. From the past to the present, it seemed that he was a completely different person. "Miss, what product do you want to buy? Yesterday you bought a sword; is it easy to use? Oh, yes, how about the young master who accompanied you yesterday? Are you together? I didn't see him."

Obviously, the young owner mentioned by the shop owner was Zhu Zhu. Seeing the smile on the shop owner's face, Ou Chuyang also knew that the owner made a fortune when Zhu Yan came here with Lan Yunyue last time.

Lan Yunyue believes that the depositor will not mention Zhu Zhu at this time, which will only make the situation even more embarrassing and nervous. She wants to explain that she did not do anything to Zhu Yan, but her tongue clings to these words tightly. Her face was pale and her whole body was steel. She is no longer a little girl, she must keep a clear eye on these things. Sooner or later she will marry the Zhu family. Although she doesn't like Zhu Zhu, for her own goal, she fell into her own destiny and chose the path of betrayal...

After a little nervous and embarrassed, Lan Yunyue asked in a low voice: "It's been a while... Are you doing well?"

"Okay." Ou Chuyang replied calmly. The past is the past, and he doesn't want to talk about these things anymore.

OK? If you're really okay, how could you be there? A fifteen-year-old boy is suffering from farming, and has to worry about his own livelihood and be ridiculed by others... Is this really OK?

Lan Yunyue knew Ou Chuyang's stubbornness, but seeing Ou Chuyang's appearance, she could only urge: "You didn't expect to look back..."

"Look back? Where to go? Haha, do you want me to give up martial arts?"

"I didn't say that. I just said that cultivating martial arts is harmful to the body. If you don't have enough money to buy medicine, you are prone to permanent disability..." Lan Yunyue sighed, and her eyes fell on the sign paper in Ou Chuyang's hand. "The money you earn by reselling some small commodities is not enough to meet the needs of martial arts. I don't think you have suffered any pain yet...I know you don't want to listen, but I don't want to think that the only thing you have to do in your future life is to lie in bed."

When Ou Chuyang heard her heartfelt words, he smiled and said, "Thank you for your advice, but I will not give up. I will never give up."

He raised his hand and pointed to the beautiful image of burning flames on the sign paper, and said, "The road of a martial artist is like a flame. Practicing martial arts will only cause pain. There are countless dangers and the road is full of obstacles. Everyone who walks down will eventually become ashes, but the real martial artist will be reborn from these ashes. Even if I am just a small and fragile moth, I will walk into the flames without hesitation. I will fight for one million chance for my destiny, let me experience my own cycle of reincarnation, reborn in the fiery phoenix. Even now, I am no longer a moth…"
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