Cultivation starts from changing jobs to druids

Chapter 59 Ominous Omen (Please read more!)
At this moment, Chen An felt that the brushstrokes that had been working freely after two years of practice, now when he was drawing the Xiao Wulei Talisman, he returned to the feeling when he first started making the Talisman, as if a huge boulder was pressed on the penholder.

After nearly two moments, he barely sketched out the last stroke of the Xiao Wu Lei Talisman.

He looked at the drawn talisman, just showing a slightly tired but complacent expression, when he saw the talisman spontaneously ignited, and a restless electric current ran along the table, forcing him to quickly use spells to extinguish it.

The first time he failed to make a talisman, he let go of the energy he had just forced himself to cheer up, and immediately felt a little dull, giving birth to a feeling of "practice later".

However, he bit the tip of his tongue and regained consciousness.He just failed to draw the Xiaowu Lei Talisman, but he also summarized some small problems and problem-solving experience from the failure.It's a good time to try again.

Now that the winter thunder is about to stop, the realization of imitating natural disasters is not common. If we have to wait until next time, I don’t know how long it will have to wait.

He took a few deep breaths, regrouped his energy, and directly took out his sealed Tai Sui blood, and then took out a treasured first-order sea animal skin, and carefully scraped the talisman skin.

He had done the action of scraping the talisman skin thousands of times over the years. Now that he was carefully scraping the talisman skin, he felt inexplicably calm.

Chen An picked up the talisman pen and dipped it in Yin Hong's precious blood, and then slowly began to draw the Xiaowulei talisman stroke by stroke.

When Lin Li was outlining complex strokes, he always felt that his spiritual power was unstable, but he could barely maintain the shape.

And there is naturally a strange power in the precious blood, which can follow the direction of his brushstrokes. Whenever his power is about to go out of order, the precious blood will escort him, which is why the content on his talisman is not scattered.

"No wonder it is said that precious blood is a first-class talisman drawing material." He thought to himself.

With the precious blood, the success rate of drawing talismans may be increased by more than [-]%.

It was only when he drew the last stroke that he suddenly realized that the Little Five Thunder Talisman was completed.

He checked the Little Five Thunder Talisman, a little worried that the Talisman would detonate at any time.

However, after checking it several times, he found that there was no new change in the spiritual power on the talisman. He was finally convinced that although the quality of the Xiao Wu Lei Talisman was not good, it was indeed a usable Xiao Wu Lei Talisman.

"Being able to draw a first-level high-grade talisman like the Xiaowu Lei Talisman, I am afraid that any force in Qinghefang will be a guest." Chen An showed joy.

Then he finally couldn't bear the exhaustion, and hurriedly ordered the spirit of nature to guard the door, and then he slumped on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn't until he woke up the next day that he hurriedly picked up his pen and started making notes on the Talisman to record his thoughts on the Xiao Wu Lei Talisman yesterday.

Yesterday, with the help of precious blood, he drew the Little Five Thunder Talisman. Many key points about the operation of spiritual power that he had not fully understood about the making of the talisman suddenly opened up.The production skills of other talismans have also been mastered and improved.

After he sorts it out carefully, maybe he can really mass-produce the Little Five Thunder Talisman and become a first-tier top-rank Talisman master.

However, when he opened the door, he saw the snow covering the fields. After he fell asleep yesterday, it snowed heavily and accumulated to a height of two inches.His heart immediately sank.

The spirit farmers stood by the field, and no one moved first.The auspicious snow heralded a good harvest, but the heavy snowfall saved them from fertilizing.

However, due to the sudden drop in temperature, many of the second-level Qi Refining Spirit Farmers who were unable to wear robes began to shiver from the cold.

To continue to cultivate new fields under such circumstances... The spirit farmers did not dare to imagine such a scene.

Chen An knew that they were waiting for the manager to show up and then do something human beings do.

However, with his little understanding of Sima Ling, he also knew...

Sima's house.

Before Sima Zhen woke up, he heard someone banging on the door.

He just grunted in dissatisfaction, opened the door, and saw Sima Ling standing outside the door with a pale face.

"It's snowing heavily." Sima Ling said, his voice sounded as if he had just been slashed.

"It's snowing, it's snowing. Why should uncle be so panicked?" Sima Zhen said nonchalantly, and then he saw Sima Ling's expression become even more sinister.

"Winter thunder, heavy snowfall, this winter must be a big drop in temperature. Guess what the spirit farmers I sent to reclaim new fields think."

Sima really thought about his joints, and immediately there was a "buzz" in his head, and then he was completely awake in an instant, and cold sweat immediately flowed down from his temples, "Of course it is resentment...Uncle you."

In the past, cultivating new fields was just a tiring task, but now that the spiritual farmers are forced to cultivate new fields, the public is really boiling with resentment.

"Then why don't we suspend the reclamation of new fields first..." He just said in a hurry, but was interrupted by Sima Ling.

Sima Ling said in a sinister tone: "I have already promised all the old fields. If no new fields are cultivated, then most of the recruited Lingnong will be dismissed, and those who cultivate the old fields are all lazy. The output of lingmi is likely to be reduced by several tenths. When the time comes, guess what Patriarch will think of me, Sima Ling."

"This..." Sima Zhen was momentarily at a loss for words.

"You take a few servants and follow me to patrol the new fields, and when the time comes, you will say that everyone will reward you with five spirit crystals for reclaiming new fields in winter.

Then spend a few more spirit crystals to buy a few cheap bones, let them yell other people to work together, and then beat a few cheap leathers to force them to work.Just do as I tell you," Sima Ling ordered.

"Okay." Sima Zhen nodded hastily, but he went to ask some servants he knew well to go to Xintian to supervise the battle.

Sima Zhen followed Sima Ling on the edge of Xintian, felt the angry eyes from the Lingnong, and felt a chill in his bones.

It wasn't until he saw Sima Ling kicking Ling Nong in the stomach who was not working, but the other party dared to be angry but dared not speak, that he finally breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly regained some confidence.

He was at the third level of Qi refining, while Sima Ling was at the fourth level of Qi refining.The surrounding servants also have the third level of Qi Refining.

Even if these spirit farmers on the first and second floors of Qi refining swarmed up, they couldn't do anything to them.

However, he didn't know that Sima Ling, who was walking in front of him and seemed to have the presence of the old god, was actually a little uneasy inside.

It wasn't until he discovered that the senior spiritual farmers were not causing trouble that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"In the final analysis, I'm just a spiritual farmer. I don't dare to cause trouble." He repeated it several times in his mind, feeling that his uneasy heart was finally relieved again.

A winter time passed quickly.

Then comes another brief period of spring planting.

Chen An looked at the sun, wisps of the sun's essence entered his body along the sun's rays.

The unformed demon core in his body, which had grown to the peak, finally showed signs of breakthrough at this moment, and gradually condensed into a solid golden bean.

Streams of heat spread from the chest to the meridians, as if he had taken some kind of powerful elixir, and without a sound, his cultivation had reached the sixth level of Qi Refining.

"If you want to make progress in absorbing the essence of the day, I'm afraid you have to search for related exercises." Chen An thought.

He picked up the talisman pen and began to write on the paper, but he was not making talismans, but writing a resignation letter to express his interest in Sima Shishi.

After he successfully drew the Little Five Thunder Talisman, he summed up his feelings, and the craftsmanship of the Talisman seems to have improved to a higher level.

I thought it would take a year to get familiar with the first-order middle-grade talisman, but now I am familiar with it a lot, and it can reach the point of proficiency in at most two or three months.

Now that he has finished cultivating new fields and finishing the spring planting, he feels that he has settled with the Sima family.

I didn't fall out before, just because I was afraid that the Sima family would become angry from shame.

But after he observed it, some of these things seemed to be purely the manager Sima Ling's own opinion.Sima Shishi is not such an unreasonable person.His craft of making talismans has matured, and it is not what he wants to stay in Sima's house.

So he planned to submit his resignation to Sima Shishi in the next few days, and then leave Sima's house early.

(End of this chapter)