After meditating and restoring his spiritual power and mentality with the lower grade spirit stone, Dong Fu once again devoted himself to the bitterness of talisman making.

The pen was dipped in blood, and the wolf pen fell on the upper right corner of the rune paper, which was very light, but the blood ink was written on the paper under the control of spiritual power and strength, condensed but not dispersed.

The pen turned sharply, thinking about the lower right corner, and there seemed to be a wind-like elegance between the turns...... In the last few strokes, if the willow branches are dancing in the wind, like a beautiful woman's long hair fluttering, all kinds of feelings fill Dong Fu's heart.

The rune was finally completed, Dong Fu closed his eyes, and carefully experienced the perception just now.

Jiang Ji didn't seem to be surprised at all, but just repositioned Dong Fu in his heart: he was not a demon, but a monster.

The sun began to shine, driving away the stars and the waning moon, and the outside world of the Blood Courtyard could be said to have exploded.

Without him, a large number of casual cultivators and disciples of small and medium-sized families began to enter the branch of their choice in large numbers.

The deacons at the mouth of the water source of the blood courtyard with an independent mustard seed space played their true role.

"You guys line up for Lao Tzu, whoever dares to cut the queue can try. "A deacon in Tsing Yi drank in the middle of a long line of three.

"If you are admitted to the hospital, you have to hand over a medium-grade spirit stone, and if you don't pay it, this is an example. A yellow-clothed disciple at the entrance of the passage smiled and pointed to a few people who were soaked in blood and fainted to the ground.

The disciples in line were all shocked when they saw this scene, those unlucky eggs were obviously not dead, but they were also fast, but they were just hanging their lives by the yellow-clothed disciple with pills.

Although he is a big disciple, if he kills someone, he can't afford to be investigated by the Criminal Law Hall.

And the branch of the courtyard that does not have an independent mustard seed space, such as the deacon disciples of the Fire Courtyard and the Earth Courtyard, is just collecting spirit stones in a different way, in short, they are exploiting new disciples.

The Academy will not stop it, but on the contrary, it will secretly encourage it.

Heroes are reckless, and fire can forge real gold, which is the second motto of the monastery.

But none of this has anything to do with Dong Fu, he is in the mustard seed space, there is no night, so his perception of time is not so strong.

He closed his eyes for three hours, and when he opened his eyes, two Fuxi were reflected in his eyes again.

Jiang Ji's divine thoughts are all in Dong Fu's soul for the time being, and there is no means to see Dong Fu's eyes, and Dong Fu did not look in the mirror at this time, so it is naturally even more impossible to see.

It's just that Fuxi seems to be different from the previous times, and the two reflected hems of the clothes seem to be moving, and it's the wind.

The Fu Xi in Dong Fu's eyes only appeared for a moment before being replaced by complicated runes, and a faint rune aura emanated from his body.

Charm Xiaocheng!

Jiang Ji was about to cry, people are really angry compared to people, it took a full year for her talisman to go from ordinary to small, and this result is still very good.

What a monster......

However, the stranger the better, the greater the hope of his own liberation, and when the time comes, he can bring the bodies of the eight elders back to the clan for burial, so Jiang Ji is also relieved when he thinks about it.

Dong Fu subconsciously mentioned the talisman pen again, after all, he just had some more insights in his mind at this time, and he needed to digest it.

"Coo~" A voice of protest came from the stomach.

Cultivators will not attain transcendence before they reach the divine realm, and they naturally need to eat, although there is Bigu Dan, but Bigu Dan only maintains that the stomach is not hungry, and there is no nutrition at all.

Therefore, the monastery also has a canteen, which is established by the esophageal branch, which is also the branch of the esophageal branch in each branch and the main source of income.

The canteen has three floors, and Dong Fu certainly belongs to the first floor.

As mentioned in the booklet, the first floor of the canteen serves mortal food and spiritual food, of which ordinary food is free and has everything, and spiritual food is clearly priced, which is no cheaper than the same level of talismans.

Dong Fu saw the second-level spiritual food area with the most people at a glance, which was crowded with white-clothed disciples.

It is estimated that a considerable number of them are newcomers, because Dong Fu found that there were several times more people on the road just now than when he came.

Looking at the full meat there, Dong Fu subconsciously turned his head.

Yi Yao is a vegetarian and never eats meat, which directly leads to the fact that Yi Yao's family's diet has almost no trace of meat, at most some eggs such as duck eggs.

He looked at the food area in the middle of nowhere, and there were many people, but they were all eating some big fish and meat.

Dong Fu shook his head and approached the most remote counter.

In front of the counter was a kind fat man with a silly smile on his face, and his bucket-like waist made the supposed loose disciple's clothes tight.

As soon as he saw Dong Fu coming, he immediately said in a voice that had not completely changed his voice and was childish: "What does this senior brother want?"

This reminded Dong Fu that he was actually only an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, although his physique was close to an adult due to blood.

But in the eyes of mortals, eleven or twelve-year-old self is just a child.

"Two bowls of porridge and one bowl of packing. Dong Fu also smiled.

When the fat man saw Dong Fu smiling at himself, he smiled even more happily, and skillfully used a big spoon to hold three bowls of porridge.

Then he held a bowl with both hands, and a bowl He used both hands to support the edge of the bowl on both sides, directly pressed against one side of the bowl with his broad chest, and got up and walked towards the empty table where Dong Fu was sitting.

"Don't I only need two bowls?" Dong Fu looked at the fat man who forcibly carried three bowls of porridge and walked towards him.

"The other bowl is mine. The fat man smiled innocently, placed the three bowls on the table, and pointed a little to the bowl he had held in his left hand, and a beam of light shot out of his finger, enveloping the whole bowl.

"It's dusting, it's for packing. The fat man was afraid that Dong Fu would misunderstand, so he explained to Dong Fu.

"Oh, that's right. Dong Fu replied casually.

"You must be wondering why I came to eat with you, do you?" said the fat man.

Without waiting for Dong Fu to answer, he said to himself: "Because you are the first person to order pot porridge with me, and pot porridge is my favorite food." The fat man smirked again.

Dong Fu is finally clear, the reason is this.

That fat man doesn't look like a liar, I guess it's true, but in this case, the fat man is really simple.

The fat man gulped the porridge in the bowl, ate it all in a few bites, went to fill another bowl, and then bottomed out, and then another bowl......

He waited until he had eaten seven or eight bowls before stopping, but not because he was full, but because the porridge he made was gone.

And now Dong Fu has only eaten a few bites, and the rest of the time is watching him eat.

"You're too good at eating, aren't you?" Dong Fu couldn't help but say.

"Actually, it's not what I think, it's just that I'm hungry......" The fat man said shyly, and took out a purple jade bottle and two cups out of thin air.

"This is the wine I got from my master, and anyone who cultivates can drink it......

Dong Fu is not a hypocritical person, the two of them have cup after cup.

After three rounds of drinking, the two chatted without a match, the fat man is also a person who can't drink, even if this fruit wine is very low, but he is still drunk after three glasses.

It doesn't matter if you're drunk, the fat man is still a big mouth, Dong Fu easily asked the bottom line.

It turned out that this fat man's name was Ling Tian, and he was also a new disciple.

A bit similar to Dong Fan's experience is that he is also a monastery, and the emperor Yunyou brought it back, but this emperor cultivates the esophagus, otherwise he would not have accepted him as a disciple.

Ling Tian is the ninth grade of esophagus, the top qualification, after reporting in the courtyard, he was arranged here by his master, but he is not familiar with the place, and others don't know his origin and ignore him, and he seems to be the only one who takes care of him.

Dong Fu thought about it, the contribution point is like a mountain pressing on the heads of the disciples of the monastery, and a slight accident may crush him.

After sending the fat man away, Dong Fu went straight back to his small courtyard, there were not a few white-clothed disciples on the road, even there were many disciples in Tsing Yi, but most of them were in a hurry, and Dong Fu said that the white-clothed ones were inconspicuous in it.

The pot porridge was already cold, Dong Fu's fingers stretched out, and a flame bloomed, he used the flame to slowly heat the bottom and edge of the bowl, he felt that the pot porridge was slowly cooked to taste.

On the bed not far away, a pair of sharp eyes suddenly opened, and his divine sense was released to observe the surrounding radius of ten miles, and he carefully checked his body, and found that nothing happened that he was afraid of, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As if to confirm her safety, her expression relaxed, she hadn't been so relaxed in a long time.

So much so that she was in the mood to observe Dong Fu's porridge with her divine sense.

It turns out that the patriarch disciple of the gentleman is so careful!

Dong Fu has the high-grade qualification of fire attributes, so he naturally plays with fire, and extinguishes the fire when the porridge is heated just right, and he doesn't forget to take a last look at the fire between his fingers.

She's okay!

Dong Fu turned around and walked towards the "unconscious" Yi Tao, helped her up, and then fed Yi Tao spoonful by spoonful.

His mind was not on this, so he didn't notice how a "comatose" person could swallow so easily.

But someone, to be precise, the crow noticed it, and was trying to hold back a smile at this time, Dong Fu didn't look inside, so he didn't find it.

What he was thinking about at this time was still that feeling, that kind of thing was indescribable, déjà vu and couldn't be found, he could only try to recall and digest that feeling.

The spoon collided with the bottom of the bowl and made a unique and familiar sound, Dong Fu found that the porridge had been fed, and looked at the corners of Yi Tao's clean mouth, he still took a new towel and wiped her mouth.

Yi Tao disguised herself very well, at least she deceived Dong Fu, in fact, this move was also out of caution, she would not move immediately when she woke up when she was traveling abroad, and she would only get up when she was sure that it was safe.

Dong Fu seemed to remember one thing after feeding Yi Tao, he put his hand in the pocket on his chest and took out a fire snake.

"This is the fire spirit of the secret realm, he actually has such a blessing!" Yi Tao was born and naturally heard of this matter, but she didn't seem to be favored by Jiang Ji, and she didn't have a fire spirit pet.

But this does not mean that others do not, as far as she knows, Yi Bu, the eldest disciple of the Archery Branch, has a Divine Realm Fire Spirit.

Dong Fu put the little snake on the bed, and felt that it was inappropriate, this snake seemed to be male......

So he put it on the table, and used his unopened disciple's uniform as the little snake's bed sheet and quilt.

With this incident, he can finally devote himself to his money-making plan with confidence.

It's the wind talisman again, but this time Dong Fu is no longer blackened in his eyes, the rune that looks like a painting seems to come alive in his eyes, that's right, it's the wind.

Of course, there is wind in the wind charm.

Fu is a microcosm of the Tao, just like different exercises, are used in different forms to describe a "Tao" word, the Tao is three thousand, the article can be immortal, the article can achieve a generation of emperors.

At this time, Dong Fu really felt the wind on this mansion, and it was swimming rapidly.

"Is it already small?" Yi Tao was shocked, this progress was already much better than that of the Li family genius of the human race.

However, it is easy to understand that he is a disciple of the patriarch Yide.

It seems that the patriarch has taken a fancy to his talent in the rune, and Xiaocheng is really a genius at this age, no, it's a demon!