Chapter 12 See Zhang Yufei Again [Ask for Recommended Collection]

Zhang Dawa took Nie Yun into a room, and then helped clean up for a while before leaving, the whole room looked much more spacious and clean after the two of them tidied up. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After another day of running around after recovering from a serious illness, Nie Yun's body seemed to fall apart, he was lying on the soft big bed in a large shape, his eyes looking at the ceiling above his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Zhang Dawa's luck is so bad, I'm afraid I'm worried about my life, could it be that he has some tasks to carry out recently?" Nie Yun was still thinking about Zhang Dawa's luck in his mind.

In his impression, Zhang Dawa was still a teenager, cheerful and helpful, not like a person who would make people jealous, so why did his luck change so badly, which made Nie Yun puzzled.

After a moment, the tiredness was like a tide, and his thoughts gradually fell silent, and before he knew it, there was a slight snoring sound in the room, and Nie Yun's eyes were closed tightly, and he fell asleep.

Time is very fast, Nie Yun has been in the ground group for two days, and in the past two years, no one has come to look for him, and he is also happy, unless someone will notify him when he arrives at the meal, he almost all practices in his room.

It's not so much about cultivation as it is about cultivating the mind, because he is busy with one thing, and that is to practice the mind.

"I'm uncertain about my Dao now, and it's difficult to improve my Dao, so at this time, it's better to practice my heart with talismans. ”

Nie Yun applied for some yellow paper, cinnabar and brushes from the group, just a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and when he opened the door, he realized that it was the person who sent the yellow paper.

After getting these things, Nie Yun checked them one by one, and couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly, this is all a fine product, whether it is the yellow paper material or the purity of cinnabar, even the brush is produced in Xuanzhou, and he knows that the power of the talisman depends on the cultivation of the talisman maker, but few people know that the material of the talisman is also an important factor in determining the power.

The material of the talisman is the carrier of the spiritual power of the practitioner, and the material is like the magic weapon of the monk to the monk, and its role is self-evident.

Everything was ready, Nie Yun stood in front of a table in the room, the table was neatly arranged with cut yellow paper and other talisman supplies, took a deep breath, Nie Yun picked up a Xuanzhou brush on the pen stand, dipped it in the porcelain plate containing cinnabar, and then he stared at the yellow paper on the table, his eyes lit up, and an indescribable temperament emerged from his body.

Hold the pen, lean over, slow down your breathing, put down the pen, close the pen, dip it in cinnabar, and then put down the pen...... After half a quarter of an hour, Nie Yun slowly straightened up, washed the brush in his hand twice in the clean water prepared on the table, and then put it back on the pen holder, and after doing all this, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

At this moment, dozens of talismans have been densely placed on the table, the symbols on the talismans are complicated and difficult to understand, but there is a fresh breath, and if you feel carefully, there is a faint palpitating aura through those characters.

"There are a lot of hands. Nie Yun looked at the talismans on the table, and then stretched out his hand and took out a few of them, these ones also looked like they were astringent, but they didn't have that kind of aura aura, let alone use them to control the enemy, because these were waste talismans.

At the beginning of Longhu Mountain, he began to be taught by his master to practice talisman making since he cultivated, so many years have passed, his talisman success rate has reached a very high level, and even in the face of his master, he is not reckless, but his cultivation is too low, and the power of the talisman he makes can only be aimed at some demons and evil spirits who are in his cultivation.

If you encounter a demon with a lower cultivation than him, these talismans can only be the fuse that provokes the demon, and at that time, you can only hate yourself for not having two legs long.

"Heavenly Thunder Talisman", "Fireball Talisman", "Wind Charm", "........."

Nie Yun sorted the talismans on the table one by one, and then carefully kept them in a small pocket prepared in advance, these were all life-saving talismans, which were used at critical times in case of emergency.

After cleaning up, Nie Yun's Five Organs Temple also quarreled, looked at the time, it was already afternoon, Nie Yun slapped his head, and hurriedly ran out of the door, it was all past the time to eat, I don't know if there is still food in the back kitchen.

In a hurry, Nie Yun rushed to the back kitchen, looking at the swaying figure in the back kitchen, Nie Yun breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately the chef is here, otherwise he will really be hungry until night, he has experienced the life of eating and sleeping in the open, Nie Yun can really experience what it means to be hungry, people say that cultivators should open the valley, that is, they should diet to eliminate impurities in the body and achieve the human body without impurity.

Hearing this, Nie Yun really wanted to kill him with a thunder channeling technique, the monk was also a human before he became an immortal, a person went against the sky, was born to eat, and ingested the spiritual power of heaven and earth stored in it from food, so as to strengthen his body, whether it was a treasure of heaven and earth, or a panacea, this is said to be obtained from rare herbs, if he relied on his own absorption of heaven and earth spiritual power, then it would be difficult for the monk to improve even if he practiced for another five hundred years.

The hidden Arhat Jigong of Western Heaven Buddhism is the next life of the Venerable Dragon, even if he later cultivated the golden body of the Arhat, he can still walk the world and eat all over the world.

Of course, all this is not absolute, when the monk reaches the innate realm, the spiritual power of heaven and earth will remove the impurities in the human body, and at that time, some innate monks can choose to open the valley, abandon the delicacies of the world, absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and enjoy the heavenly and earthly treasures without impurities to improve their cultivation.

However, Nie Yun is not an innate monk, he is just an acquired little Taoist priest, and eating and sleeping are all indispensable for him now.

"Lao Wang, a bowl of noodles. Walking into the back kitchen, Nie Yun called Lao Wang, Lao Wang is the chef of the back kitchen, his real name is Wang Fugui, he is in his thirties, he is honest and cheerful, the first time Nie Yun came to the back kitchen to eat, he saw that he was blackened and uneasy, so he asked on the side, knowing that Wang Fugui's family affairs were not going well recently, so that he was annoyed.

Nie Yun thought about it, this Wang Fugui is the chef in the back kitchen, isn't it his own stomach that has been given to him, if he can help him solve the problem, then Wang Fugui is not grateful to himself, what he wants to eat in the back kitchen in the future, it is not easy.

After that, Nie Yun announced his identity, and then said to Wang Fugui and asked him to go home and change the location of a few things, who knew that one day Wang Fugui found Nie Yun with a thank you gift, and thanked him for a thousand thanks, and the relationship between the two was not iron.

"Okay, you wait. Wang Fugui, who was in the back kitchen, responded and began to prepare.

Nie Yun smiled slightly, and was about to find a place to sit down, when he suddenly found a beautiful shadow in his eyes, wearing a purple dress, a delicate face, long hair fluttering, bright and moving, like a fairy in the world, it was Zhang Yufei.

Nie Yun's eyes lit up, he straightened his clothes, and walked up slowly.

"Beauty, can I sit here?"