Shui Yun turned back to Shui Lin and said, "Third junior brother, go and bring the ginseng soup to the junior brother." ”

Shui Lin: ...... Will he be able to call the little junior brother like this in the future?

Shui Lin went to the kitchen to bring the soup cup and food, Cheng Han ate something, and felt that his strength gradually recovered.

"Thank you, Master, and brother. ”

He said that Xu Xian's life experience was very miserable, and turned several senior brothers around with Qingfeng Zhenren, and all of them were distressed and asked for warmth.

No. 1 saw that this thing had learned Xu Xian's weak posture for seven or eight years, and couldn't help but wonder: "Host, did you forget to write to Xiao Xu? It's been five days, will he be in a hurry——"

Cheng Han's conversation with Qingfeng Zhenren came to an abrupt end, and his eyebrows sank slightly.

Several people on the other side were stunned at the same time, and they didn't know why: "Shui Yan, are you okay?"

Cheng Han shook his head gently, and a smile appeared on his well-eyed face.

Those soft and tranquil eyes were full of worry, and people were powerless.

"Master, senior brother, you have been guarding me here for so long, it's hard work, hurry up and rest. ”

"It's okay, I'll have someone send you some primary talisman pages, you're good at this, take a look at it first, but don't draw it anymore, your body can't stand it.

After a while, you will learn to refine qi and nourish your spirits, and then teach you other spells as a teacher. ”

The spells that Qingfeng Zhenren said were just some simple tricks to cover the eyes and take things from the air.

Those five spirit immortal techniques of wind, thunder, water, fire, and earth that hunt ghosts and destroy zombies, subduing demons and subduing demons, and powerful secret immortal methods, have not been passed on.

There's no way, it's too difficult to learn, and people with fairy roots and chance can practice.

Even he only knows a little bit about it, maybe he doesn't have a fairy root.

When he was a child, he was fortunate to see the class of the ancestor Guiyuan Heavenly Master, and even the powerful ghost king was subdued by him, and that was the real boss.

The apprentices he has accepted now are not as smart as the previous generation, and his Taoist temple is about to decline, so that now his energy is focused on alchemy.

It's okay to refine some pills to replenish calcium, appetize and strengthen the spleen, help sleep or something.

Now the prosperous times are peaceful, and people live in peace and enjoy themselves.

Demons rarely come out to make trouble, so the Taoist priests will light their fur and go down the mountain to exorcise evil spirits and pray for blessings for the people.

Cheng Han nodded obediently and responded one by one, and Qingfeng Zhenren gave him the bottle of blood and qi nourishing pill.

When the idlers left, he got up and found pen and paper, drew two smiling faces, blew the ink stains on his head, and set them aside to dry.

In the end, Shui Lin sent him a few books with a straight face, and reluctantly handed them to him: "Take them." ”

"Thank you, Senior Brother. Cheng Han turned a blind eye to his cold face, smiled softly, and went into the house to take out a few pieces of red bean cake: "Third Senior Brother, I can't finish some pastries here, you can help me." ”

His voice was clear and pleasant, as refreshing as a spring in the distant mountains.

This sentence of the third senior brother is also called respectful and respectful, which is extremely comforting.

Shui Lin instantly smiled, patted his little chest and swore solemnly, "Senior Brother Shui Yan is polite, I am new to here, if you don't understand anything, just come to me and wrap it up on Senior Brother." ”

"Okay, thank you, Senior Brother. ”

Shui Lin accepted the pastry and said goodbye.

This Shui Lin is estimated to be one or two years older than Xu Xian, and he coaxed it in a few words, and the child is really easy to pass.

No. 1 was angry, it was a pastry made by Xiao Xu for you, so he took it away and gave it away.

Also, there is no hurry to send the letter after it is written, is it going to be postponed for another day?

Cheng Han returned to the table, lit the lamp and opened the first few pages of the first volume, and read the book intently.

Symbols and figures written on yellow paper, bending strokes on silk, and symbols and graphics that resemble words and non-words, and that resemble pictures and non-figures.

Gong refers to the secret text of the name of the gods recorded in the talismans, and is generally written on yellow paper and silk.

The talisman is the text of the gods, and it is a talisman that conveys the will of the gods, and it can be used to summon the gods to impeach ghosts, and to subdue demons and suppress demons.

Seeing that he didn't hear anything outside the window, No. 1 wanted to urge him but didn't dare, it was really tormenting.

After about a cup of tea, he suddenly closed the book, took the yellow paper, and began to write and draw on it.

When the rune paper was finished, he suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his chest.

After taking two pills, the pain was slightly relieved.

......

twisted his thin eyebrows unhappily, disgusted with Xu Xian's long-term malnourished little body, and also weakened.

He folded the letter paper into the shape of a paper crane, burned the rune paper, and the paper crane flapped its wings and flew out of the window as if it had been given life.

This speed is just the same as the normal delivery time to reach Dashan Village.

No. 1 kneeling.

In the empty courtyard not far away, the white-bearded old man squinted at a small paper crane passing overhead, and with a slight wave, it spun and fell into his palm as if it had lost control of external force.

When I opened it, it said: Nothing, look at it in vain.

...... This stinky boy!

Another paper crane fluttered its wings from the guest room and flew out of the window in different directions, disappearing into the galaxy in the vast night.

In the second half of the night, a small paper crane flew into the house from a low wall that leaked wind, stopped on the table, and looked around curiously.

Suddenly, a jar with a faint white glow on a low cabinet attracted attention.

The little paper crane fluttered and fell on the jar, tilted its head, and pecked with its mouth, and the jar suddenly lost its light and dimmed, and returned to calm.

Xu Xian on the bed was wrapped in a quilt, curled up in the corner and fell asleep, unaware of what happened this night.

The sky was white, and he woke up early.

Since Cheng Han went to Qingcheng Mountain, he got up first thing every day to see the situation of the eggs.

"I don't know if Xiaobai has hatched......"

In the past two days, he has been thinking about Cheng Han's letter for a long time, and he has been worried and in a bad mood.

Did the eldest brother forget to send him a letter?

Or maybe you're in trouble along the way?

He picked up the jar and suddenly noticed a beautiful paper crane landing on the instep of his foot.

"Huh?"

Xu Xian put the jar aside and bent down to pick up the paper crane.

Unfold the letterhead, on which are drawn two smiling faces.

Σ(°△°|||) ︴！！！

It's the big brother's letter!

Xu Xian hurriedly opened the door and rushed out of the courtyard, looking around, who sent this?

He searched for a while but couldn't find anyone, and when he was suspicious, he went back to the house and carefully stored the letter in a wooden box, and then put it in the cabinet and locked it.

Xu Xian found pen and ink and drew two smiling faces, plus a hollow circle.

Write the word Xiaobai next to it, and hurriedly run to the village entrance to send it out.

And Cheng Han was also in Qingcheng Mountain, starting the first day of his spiritual life.

"Master, I've read all of this. ”

He returned the junior talisman manual sent by Shui Lin, and by the way, he went to ask for the cleaning position of the library pavilion.

"You're going to the Library Pavilion, there is a beginner disciple in charge of cleaning up, you are a poor disciple, how can you do those trivial things. ”

Qingfeng Zhenren put the books aside, stood in front of the Dan furnace inch by inch, and waved his hand mysteriously to him, "Shui Yan, come and see." ”

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