"You're here?"

When Sun Ziqiang arrived at the card market, Old Qiao had already placed the spell cards on the stall. In front of the stall, there were five spell cards, and the types of these five spell cards were the same as yesterday. Two arcane missiles, two armor defenses, and one water column card.

"Master, do you sell these cards every day?" Sun Ziqiang looked at the cards in front of the stall and couldn't help asking.

"Sell six spell cards every day, and one spell card requires three attributeless cards to exchange for. This is my rule." The old man sat on the floating mat in front of the stall and said leisurely.

"You are here to watch the stall, I'll go to the market to take a look." After the old man said that, he kicked his legs and jumped up from the mat without waiting for Sun Ziqiang to agree. His agile figure really couldn't tell that he was a half-buried old man.

"Uh..." Sun Ziqiang looked at the old man's back in shock.

"Oh..." He sighed, walked to the old man's mat, and sat down.

After Mr. Qiao left, Sun Ziqiang saw that no one came to buy the card, so he took out a bread card, offered a bread, and started eating slowly. It was already past noon, and Sun Ziqiang, who was growing up, had not eaten yet, and his stomach had already been roaring.

I still remember when I was at the Sun family, I could eat different types of staple food every day and occasionally a few pieces of ferocious beast meat. But now, I can only eat bread to spend it. The bread in the card is very soft and has a great taste. Even if I eat it every day, Sun Ziqiang did not have anorexia at all.

Just as Sun Ziqiang had just finished eating bread and wiped his mouth, a middle-aged man came over.

"Young man, why did you change people today? Where is that old man?" The man looked at the boy sitting in front of the stall and couldn't help but feel a little surprised and asked.

Sun Ziqiang raised his head and looked at the man.

"This man looks a little familiar... it seems... I came to buy cards yesterday..." Sun Ziqiang has some impression of what happened here yesterday based on his memory. This man seemed to have bought all the remaining three cards yesterday.

"My master has gone to the market. You may meet him if you go in and take a walk."

The old man set up a stall at the door, so what Sun Ziqiang said was correct.

When the man heard this, he waved his hand and said, "It turns out that the old man is your master, that's okay. Yesterday I bought a card from your master. The cards are good, and each card has a bonus of 10%.

"Let's do this, I've bought all five cards in front of the stall. These are fifteen attributeless cards." The man didn't say nonsense, took out a card book and took out fifteen colorless cards.

"Okay." Sun Ziqiang picked up five spell cards from the stall. Originally, Sun Ziqiang thought that the man wanted to bargain. Since the man bought it at the original price, Sun Ziqiang would not be foolish in giving him a cheaper price.

"Go slowly." After the transaction was completed, Sun Ziqiang collected fifteen attributeless cards and prepared to wait for Mr. Qiao to come back and return these attributeless cards to Mr. Qiao.

Looking at the man's back as he left, Sun Ziqiang couldn't help feeling a little unreal. He sold all the cards before it was half past the afternoon? "That's good, so the master can teach me how to make cards when he goes back." Sun Ziqiang clenched his fists and seemed a little excited. Yesterday, because it was too late to set up a stall, he didn't have time to teach cards, so he just identified all the cards, and today he had plenty of time.

but……

Sun Ziqiang was quietly waiting for Mr. Qiao to come back in front of the stall, but he had not seen the old man for a long time.

"No way..." Sun Ziqiang looked at the time card on his body.

"The master has been there for more than two hours, and this card market is not that big, right..." In Sun Ziqiang's impression, yesterday afternoon, he didn't know how many rounds he had walked around the card market. But for such a long time, Mr. Qiao didn't even get out of a circle?

"Did you see something good?" Sun Ziqiang didn't know how Old Qiao was inside, but he couldn't go back to the market to find him. The market was a circle, there were two exits back to the outside, and there were two entrances to enter. If the two people happened to walk two roads, wouldn't they just missed it? During this period, Old Qiao came back and found that there was no one in front of the stall, and the cards were gone, so he wouldn't be confused.

At this time, Sun Ziqiang had to wait patiently.

About half an hour later, the figure of an old man in a black coat caught Sun Ziqiang's eyes.

"Master." Sun Ziqiang hurriedly met.

"Oh? Are all the cards sold out?" The old man couldn't help asking when he saw him.

"It was sold out two hours ago and was bought by a man. These are fifteen attributeless cards." Sun Ziqiang quickly took out fifteen colorless cards from his pocket and respectfully handed them to Mr. Qiao.

Mr. Qiao put away the card and did not ask about the specific transaction plot. Looking at Sun Ziqiang's longing expression, he knew that this guy was thinking about how to make a card now.

Why did Mr. Qiao come back so late? He was already thrown away by Sun Ziqiang!

"Let's go, go home." After Old Qiao said that, he strode forward.

...

Sun Ziqiang and Qiao Lao stood in the card making room.

"If you want to become a card maker, you can't become just thinking, or you can become just practicing hard." Old Qiao stood in front of the floating table with his hands behind his back, holding a piece of cardboard, and said slowly.

"If you want to become a card maker, you must have strong mental power, that is, the talent for card maker. Therefore, if you want to become a card maker, you must first show strong mental power."

"How can we show our mental power?" Sun Ziqiang asked anxiously.

"Actually, you were abandoned by the Sun family but failed to give up on yourself, so you showed it to me." Old Qiao smiled faintly, patted Sun Ziqiang on the shoulder, pulled Sun Ziqiang to a floating card stool and sat down.

"But this is just the first step to becoming a card maker. It's still a long way to be a real card maker."

"What you are sitting on now is a card making stool. The secret of card making stool is that it can help you feel the energy of attributeless cards and the structure of cards. Non-attribute cards are the basis of all cards, and feeling no-attribute cards is also a key step to becoming a card maker."

Sun Ziqiang nodded a little confusedly. Sitting on the card making stool, he could feel a vague aura slowly forming in his mind. It seemed like a pattern, or a figure.

"Today, you can experience this attributeless card." The old man said, and left the card manufacturing room.

Sun Ziqiang slowly closed his performance. He felt that this breath turned into a ball of energy and wandered in his mind. The traces left after wandering turned into a pattern.

"Is this... this is the pattern without attribute cards?"

To be continued...

Happy eleven!
Chapter completed!