Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 392 The Elder Draws the Talisman

After a while, the food was indeed delivered. Except for some vegetarian dishes, the rest were seafood. Uncle Zhang sat down, as if he was going to finish eating with her, Zhan Changfeng took a few symbolic mouthfuls, and asked again The ship thing.

Uncle Zhang glanced at the food and said with a smile, "Elder Ling is in charge of the fortifications. If you want a ship, talk to him."

Elder Ling is a grumpy old man, living in a shed full of various materials.

"You're so stupid, Lianbi, Lianbi, do you know, if you frankly use another blank character from me, I will take away you!"

The young man who had eaten a few brains in a row bowed his head in obedience, and while Elder Ling turned his head, he immediately made a grimace.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Uncle Zhang, who was about to dash over after throwing a pen. The joyful and excited expression on his face was blinding, as if he was waiting for his lover to elope.

Then he was thrown back by Elder Ling holding him by the collar.

Uncle Zhang smiled like a good old man, "Elder, let's live well."

"By the way, is this what you call a talented person? He's simply a fool who can't learn anything!"

Uncle Zhang echoed in a good-tempered manner, "You have bothered, only a master like you can train a fool to become a talent."

"Don't tell me it's useless, what are you doing here!"

Uncle Zhang waved his hand at Zhan Changfeng, "You can tell yourself."

Then he smiled and said goodbye to Elder Ling and left, and told the young man by the way, "Liang Yu, be obedient."

Elder Ling dragged his big black eye bags and turned to her, "What are you looking at!"

"I need a boat."

"None of my business, don't bother me so much." Elder Ling turned around and left, doing his own business, completely ignoring others.

It stands to reason that this kind of attitude is something that everyone should respond to, embarrassment or anger.

But when the young man took a look, he saw the tall and slender young man in green shirt standing with his hands behind his back, with a faint smile in the corner of his mouth, clean from the dust, untouched by the world.

This bit of impoliteness is like dust in her eyes, which is not worth caring about.

Seeing this person with an excellent personality, the young man was inexplicably humbled.When he shrank his head, she happened to "look" over with her head sideways. Although her eyes were covered with cloth strips, the young man felt embarrassed, and his embarrassment was seen by this person.Instead of becoming angry from embarrassment, I feel ashamed and regretful.

He felt that it was not good to leave such a jade-like person there dryly, and seeing Elder Ling immersed in his talisman again, he quickly said to Zhan Changfeng, "Our ships will not be sold, hurry up Bar."

Glancing at Elder Ling again, he said anxiously, "When you see Uncle Zhang, tell him to save me from this old man. I would rather practice than learn talismans."

"Why not sell it?"

"This is what we use to deal with pirates, how can we sell it?"

Zhan Changfeng, "Then who are you in charge of the fortification?"

"Of course it's the patriarch." The young man felt that he had said too much, after all, she was an outsider, but he still reminded, "If you want to leave, just build a ship yourself, but don't go west, it's the pirates of Skull Island territory."

Pirates of Skull Island?
Xiao Canghai, the old city lord of Yang Jiecheng, was killed by the head of the Skull Island. He had heard that the location of the Skull Island was hidden, and the pirates on it were elusive.

She thanked the boy politely, but did not leave, looking at the talisman-making materials and scattered talisman papers on the table around Elder Ling.

Ever since she saw Elder Ling, she knew that Uncle Zhang was cheating on her.

It is impossible for Elder Ling to be the person in charge of the fortifications just because of his attitude of focusing on talismans and ignoring things. Even if he is, it is a nice honorary title for him.

It seems that Uncle Zhang doesn't kill her, but wants her to fend for herself.

Either kill or let go, what is it to ignore and let it go in your own camp like now?
The way this man handles unexpected situations is truly inferior.

She had nowhere to go, so she was a little pleasantly surprised to see Elder Ling making talismans there.

Just now, Uncle Zhang called him a master, usually flattering, and calling him a master who can make talismans is not an exaggeration. Looking at it now, this Elder Ling can really be called a "master", but he still has a long way to go from a master.

As for why the surprise?
Because she couldn't help but want to take people for her own use, such a talisman teacher who only loves to study talismans is more worry-free.

Moreover, his accent is not from a native, he should be an elder Ke Qing, and it is more likely that he will be poached.

However, the Bai tribe is a problem. The problem is not only that she wants to poach people, but also that they put clean grain and grass in her dishes.

It is still old and powerful net grain grass.

Purifying grain grass is a kind of tonic for monks, which is used for strengthening tendons and activating blood.

Judging by their attitude, it's not some kind of extravagant hospitality.

In the next few days, except for sleeping, she kept watching Elder Ling make the talisman, and Uncle Zhang would occasionally stop her a few times, "How is it, what did Elder Ling say?"

"Haven't paid attention to me yet."

"It can't be helped, you can only ask him."

Zhan Changfeng nodded helplessly.

On this day, Elder Ling blessed a sword with a talisman. After he succeeded in one fell swoop, he was in a good mood, and said to Zhan Changfeng for the first time, "What do you think of my sword?"

Zhan Changfeng said, "It's nothing, it's just an ordinary soldier."

Elder Ling snorted coldly, and with a wave of the sword in his hand, a sharp thunderbolt streaked across the ground, cutting a deep charred black mark three meters away, and he glanced at her complacently.

Zhan Changfeng said, "It's nothing, it's just an ordinary thunderbolt talisman."

"You still know that this is the Thunderbolt Talisman?" This is not something you can know automatically after looking at it for a few days. Elder Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, "Have you learned it?"

"No."

Elder Ling looked irritable again, threw away the sword in his hand, and went to draw other talismans.

The talisman technique is said to have the effect of summoning gods and impeaching ghosts, suppressing demons and subduing demons, so as to drive vitality and celestial phenomena for one's own use.

Zhan Changfeng saw that the talismans he painted were not Yeluzi, but the talismans that had been systematically inherited.

This is interesting, all the orthodox inheritors are those with outstanding aptitude. It is certain that he is over a hundred years old, but it is unreasonable to stay in the foundation establishment if he is over a hundred years old.

No matter how much you love talismans, you can't waste the realm for this. You must know that in the inheritance of other sects, especially the lineage of talismans, the most important thing is to understand the nature of the world, and the high realm is the key to touch those deep mysteries.

In other words, if he really has great enthusiasm for the talisman and devotes himself to it, he will also deeply understand the nature of the world because of the study of the talisman, thereby improving his own realm, and even using the talisman to enter the Tao.

Realm and perception are two-way promotion.

The artistic conception of the talisman drawn by Elder Ling is close to the unity of man and nature, and even the most ordinary talisman will be drawn by him to a quality beyond its own level limit.

For example, the Level [-] Thunderbolt Talisman just now displayed the power of Level [-].

The artistic conception and realm did not match, Zhan Changfeng closed his eyes slightly, could it be that he was seriously injured and lowered his cultivation base?
Seeing him turn around, Liang Yu quickly picked up the sword on the ground and put it neatly on a shelf, and then lay down there with a sad face to draw the basic talisman.

(End of this chapter)