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I've been reading books for ten years, but I still don't have much talent for poetry. After thinking about it for a long time, I wrote such a limerick poem.

But the effect is not bad. The old woman read the words, rushed to the door frantically, and was blocked by the golden light rune, and howled violently around her, thinking that she didn't dare to approach when she heard this.

Li Xianyuan summoned the aura of Haoran, carefully gazed at the golden patterns that flashed in an instant, and carefully outlined the cumbersome talismans.

After dozens of breaths, the old woman stopped the impact and gasped. The black hole stared at Li Xianyuan with dead eyes, full of resentment.

As the old woman stopped, the gold pattern naturally stopped flashing. And the talisman only depicted the small half.

"There is a general room in the house, and there are holes in the face. ”

Li Xianyuan raised the branch again and wrote as he spoke.

Repeatedly, the old woman was enraged, and Li Xianyuan continued to copy the talisman.

It doesn't take too many times to provoke it. When Li Xianyuan wrote for the third time, the old woman was no longer fooled, so she hid behind the door and laughed, obviously she was not in human shape, and she didn't know what she was proud of.

Li Xianyuan changed his method, stepped over the ground and wrote three limerick poems, rolled up his sleeves and reached for the entrance, shaking up and down. Use as bait.

The old woman rushed suddenly, extremely agile. But Li Xianyuan was faster, and he withdrew his hand-

The old woman slammed into the door solidly, the gold veins flashed close at hand, and the miserable scream that broke the eardrum was also close at hand.

Li Xianyuan's eyes did not blink, and Yun Haoran's aura outlined the pattern of the pattern.

Buzz –

The last stroke, condensed in mid-air, the aura of Haoran outlined into a talisman suddenly shook slightly, and Li Xianyuan only felt that the aura of Haoran in the Ming Hall of the eyebrows leaked directly into the talisman in mid-air.

The talisman continued to shake slightly, and the original door frame was large, the same size as the gold pattern. With the replenishment of Haoran's qi, it continues to shrink and condense. After dozens of breaths, Mingtang Haoran's qi no longer leaked in, and half of it remained. And the half-empty talisman had turned into half the size of a palm, condensed like a piece of white jade, and the aura of majesty was permeated all around.

"It really works. Li Xianyuan muttered to himself, his whim move really worked.

He felt that he might be able to touch a method that could only be learned by Xiucai.

……

"Taking a corner and drawing inferences from the other is really good material for repair. In the main hall of Yangqingfeng, the middle-aged Taoist beside the beautiful woman exclaimed.

One of them echoed and smiled: "This talisman belongs to the hundred ghosts in the Zhenziqing furnace, I didn't expect to let this kid learn it plainly, and take advantage of it." ”

was troubled by the old way, and the hall knew more people. There were a few curious elders and Dharma protectors who found Li Xianyuan one after another, and they all admired this scene.

The beautiful woman held her cheeks with her hands, and her expression looked impatient: "Anyway, the old lady is here, this young man is mine, who dares to rob the old lady endlessly." ”

A protector said: "Let's Yang Qingfeng is okay to say." No matter how we fight, the people will always be ours. But this son's performance is so good, the other seven peaks will not be let go in vain. ”

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Purple Green Furnace, Netherworld Village.

"......" Li Xianyuan stared at the small and delicate talisman for a long time, and suddenly turned his gaze to look at the old woman.

"Coming back!?"

The old woman sat in the corner of the wall, unkempt and panting. was probably tossed miserably by him, looking at Li Xianyuan, the old woman screamed.

"......" Li Xianyuan looked away, stretched out his hand to hold the pocket talisman jade plate half the size of his palm, but at this moment, a change occurred!

I saw that I seemed to be attracted by the palm of my hand, and the talisman jade card suddenly sank and drilled into the palm of Li Xianyuan!

A burning and stinging pain came, Li Xianyuan subconsciously withdrew his hand, looked at the palm of his right palm, and his black eyes froze. I saw that the talisman appeared in the palm of his hand, and the light flowed, and he walked around as if it had dissolved.

Backlash!

Just when Li Xianyuan thought of these two words, he saw that there was a new change. The wandering talisman turned into two large characters.

repression

The two words are quaint, and the meaning of the flood is coming. It seems that the heaven and the earth have not been divided into turbidity, and the demons and evil monsters are rampant, and the word suppression from the sky is smashed, and when they disperse, the demons in the world are scattered.

This vision made Li Xianyuan groan slightly, whether it was a normal phenomenon or only himself.

He turned his head from side to side, as if looking for something, and finally looked at a normal hedge.

His every move could not escape the attention of the high-level of the Pure Yang Sect. This glyph is naturally seen clearly.

The more attention you get, the better, but I always feel like I'm shooting a stone. Playing too big, if it is found out that it is a broken spirit root, it will not be swept away?

In a large hall, a Dharma protector couldn't help but exclaim, "Can he see us!?"

Seeing that on the mirror like water, Li Xianyuan looked at it indifferently.

Although it is not a high-end spell, it is not something that a mortal who has not yet refined qi can see through.

"No, I think it's sensing the location of the mirror. One of them groaned.

"This suppression talisman is the Immortal Realm Heavenly Court Immortal Method. was taken down by Master Lu, and was changed to be able to be urged by spiritual power, and later was imitated by the people and changed to a scholarly method. However, because the method is less to say, you can only study if you want to show off your talents, and if you want to learn to control, you must be talented, and your divine sense is at least not weaker than the foundation building period. ”

Someone took over the conversation: "However, all those who are gifted with divine sense, their spiritual roots are not weak at the same time, and most of them are invested in the immortal gate. Therefore, there are very few scholars who know this method. This kid doesn't seem to have cultivated his true foundation, so isn't he also ......?"

In the Yangqingfeng Deliberation Hall, the beautiful woman is still holding her cheeks with her jade hands, and her beautiful eyes are melancholy.

According to Li Xianyuan's performance, the situation is not good. is so excellent, it is estimated that the gang of people in the main peak will have to insert a lever.

Except for the mind, they all read it wrong. An ethereal temperament is made by broken spiritual roots, and the talent of divine consciousness is added by incense. After all, the incense belongs to the Zhengde immortals, and even ordinary immortals do not own this thing. Even if there are only a few people incense, it will improve greatly.

Li Xianyuan seems to be gifted and glamorous on the outside, but in fact, he is almost rotten on the inside.

On the other side, Li Xianyuan clenched his fists and relaxed. Repeated several times, seeing that the palm suppression charm was no different, he ignored it, and bowed his hand to the panicked old woman in the house, and turned around and left the courtyard.

The Netherworld Village has been reduced to a village surrounded by white mist. White fog, oppressive, silent. A scene of devastation. The snow-like debris fell down, and Li Xianyuan stretched out his hand and twisted it gently.

The white fingers were stained with black ash.

It's ashes.

Ashes fell from the sky.

Soon, the black earth was covered with a layer of snow-white ashes. The foot stepped on, leaving a line of black footprints under him.

This is probably the origin of the black soil all over the ground.

Looking back at the courtyard, it was also covered with a layer of ash. It is useless to think that the three lines of limerick poems written to remind the latecomers are useless.

There were small voices coming from all directions, shouts, door slamming, screaming, screaming. By the end of the day, those who had not yet received the gold grains had to take the risk of going out in search of them.

Li Xianyuan has succeeded, and it stands to reason that he should find a safe place and wait for time to pass. However, he is not satisfied with what he has earned.

It's good, but it's not great.