Xia Chongming spread the yellow paper on the table, which was not the same size as the one she had seen in Li Xuehuang's hands before, so Xia Chongming picked up a pair of scissors on the desk and cut them according to the impression in his mind.

This whole piece of yellow paper was just cut into four equal parts by Xia Chongming, she took out one of them and put it on the table, then picked up the cinnabar ink again, and gently grinded it in the inkstone.

The smell of this cinnabar ink is very good, different from the ink blocks that Xia Chongming usually comes into contact with, this cinnabar ink has an extremely special smell, mixed with the ink fragrance, this smell makes Xia Chongming feel that the whole person's attention is concentrated after smelling it.

The trace of vermilion pigment spread along the few drops of water in the inkstone, and the unused cinnabar around was also scraped off, Xia Chongming only lightly grinded a few times, and there was already a cinnabar at the bottom of the inkstone. She picked up the brush in her hand and gently dipped the tip of the pen into the inkstone.

This brush is really not like the brush that Xia Chongming used before, no matter how Xia Chongming scraped the inkstone wall with that brush, he didn't see the slightest fork on the brush. Xia Chongming had also been in contact with Chinese painting before, and had used many brushes, but none of them were as good as the one in her hand.

She didn't know what the brush was made of, and it felt different from the usual synthetic fibers when she touched it, but it didn't feel like any of the animals she had come into contact with. She scraped off the excess cinnabar ink from the brush, raised the pen very apprehensively, and hung it vertically on the yellow paper.

Fang Cai also said that Xia Chongming had studied Chinese painting, and of course he had also been exposed to calligraphy. Her Chinese paintings have always been excellent, but there is a fatal problem, that is, the calligraphy is too poor! Every time Xia Chongming finished painting, she couldn't bear to mention her name, just because she wrote too ugly calligraphy.

The brush is not like a signature pen that is usually written, because the brush is soft and there is moisture in it, so if you are not careful, you will not be able to control the thickness of the strokes. This has always been Xia Chongming's biggest headache, even if she holds this brush with excellent texture in her hand, she has no way to guarantee that she can write well.

The words of Li Xuehuang's immobilization spell that day were still printed in her mind, although the characters on it were very different from the familiar words, but the essence was still the same, that is, writing! She vaguely felt that this writing was not so simple, it was not just as simple as copying the character in her mind.

She held the upper arm of her right hand with her other hand to make it more stable. Xia Chongming hung the pen for a long time, and finally swallowed his saliva and dropped the pen on the paper.

The red tip of the brush touched the rough yellow paper, and the cinnabar that had just been adsorbed on the brush was instantly transferred to the yellow paper. It's just that this stroke is very unsmooth, the lines are visibly distorted by the naked eye, and a red bump is obviously formed in some places where the force is too strong, which looks very different from the pattern on the rune paper of Li Xuehuang before.

When observing that pattern before, Xia Chongming carefully found that the character was actually a stroke! But now she is observing the brush that is gradually drying out, where can this be done with one stroke! Before she could draw half of the cinnabar, it was estimated to be gone! At that point, she will need to dip the cinnabar ink again and continue with her previous strokes.

She didn't know if it was feasible to re-dip some cinnabar ink and then paint, and now no one had taught her to practice this skill, she was just trying to do it herself. The place where the tip of the pen slipped began to fork, the lines began to blur, and she thought that she couldn't draw it anyway, so she just stopped for now!

So Xia Chongming raised his arm and removed the pen from the paper, she just stood up and wanted to dip some cinnabar again, but at this moment, a magical scene happened!

I saw that the rune paper that was originally lying on the table actually burned the moment the pen left the paper! The raging flames surrounded the rune paper, Xia Chongming was startled, and she hurriedly retreated in her heart.

"How...... Why is it burning? Xia Chongming exclaimed, holding the pen in her hand, watching the ball of rune paper burning on her desk. She never thought that as soon as she stopped writing, the rune paper would actually burn!

No wonder the character is made in one go, if you hold up the pen, this rune paper will be burned all!

She stood not far from the table, looking overwhelmed. The flame of this rune paper is small, but her room is full of wooden furniture! Especially that table, it can be said to be absolutely flammable, if she set the house on fire when Su Soul and Su Jin were not at home, then how would she explain it when they came back!

She didn't want to be a bear child, Xia Chongming ran to the bathroom at a fast speed, picked up a footbasin on the ground, and took a basin full of water. She took the water in the basin and returned to the bedroom with small steps.

Because he was in a hurry, the water in the basin swayed, some of which were sprinkled on Xia Chongming's clothes, and some of which were also sprinkled on the ground. For a while, the scene was very chaotic, the door of the toilet and the door of Xia Chongming's bedroom were covered with water stains.

But when Xia Chongming returned to the house, he found that the flame that was burning above the table had actually extinguished itself! It didn't burn his own table at all, and he didn't set any other flammable items on fire.

There were only some remnants of burned rune paper left on the table, and she hurriedly walked over with a basin of water, looked around, and made sure that the room was not burned, and then slowly put the basin on the ground.

Xia Chongming stretched out his hand and picked up a piece of rune paper residue on the table, and gently twisted it between his fingers, and those residues turned into dust and dispersed.

"This ...... It scared me to death, I thought I was going to set the house on fire......" She stared at the dust on the table, then at the water stains around her, and touched the wet clothes in front of her breast, feeling helpless.

was busy working back and forth, and the house that was originally cleaned up was covered with water by her. The clothes that were originally clean on her body had to be changed again, and the most important thing was that she hadn't even drawn a talisman so far!

Sure enough, it is not feasible to be self-taught without a teacher, anyway, if it is put on her Xia Chongming, she can only become this kind of embarrassment in the end. She wouldn't be so clueless if she asked before Su Soul left.

Thinking about her helpless appearance before, Xia Chongming instantly felt like a fool, she smiled stupidly, carefully brought the basin of water on the ground back to the bathroom, picked up the mop placed in the bathroom, and mopped the floor clean.

After doing this, she was busy changing into dry clothes for herself, and after doing all this, Xia Chongming sat back on the seat in front of the desk.

She originally thought that practicing drawing rune paper was the same as practicing Chinese painting before, even if it was difficult, it would not be much more difficult. At this time, Fang Cai made such a play, as if he was giving her a dismount, and clearly told her Xia Chongming--- this is not an easy task!

This time, Xia Chongming picked up the brush on the table more cautiously, and she summed up the experience of previous failures, the first is that she did not master the strength of holding the pen, and the movements on her wrists were too stiff. The second is that the ratio of cinnabar ink and water on the brush is not coordinated enough, and the brush is not dipped in enough cinnabar ink, resulting in the later stage can not be smoothly drawn out of the line.

She moved her wrist slightly, dipped the tip of her pen in cinnabar, and once landed on the paper. Now that she has figured out the way, all she can do now is practice hard! Xia Chongming is not the kind of person who gives up easily, she is still quite persistent every time she does something.

There are pros and cons to this persistent disposition, but this is the time to play to its advantage.

This time, Xia Chongming's lines were really better than before, and they were not as crooked as before, she kept frowning and staring at the tip of the brush. Seeing that it was about to succeed, I didn't expect that at this moment, the cinnabar ink on the brush was actually exhausted!

"Huh!" Suddenly, the rune paper on the desktop was wrapped in firelight, Xia Chongming, who had already seen this phenomenon, was not as surprised as last time, after all, she knew that this fire could not burn anything.

But the sudden firelight still made Xia Chongming stunned for a moment, and she habitually dodged backwards for a while, watching the fire on the table gradually fade away. After a while, the yellow talisman was also burned out.

"That's not right...... I've dipped a lot......" She wrung her eyebrows, and when the fire was gone, she picked up the pen again, reached into the inkstone, and dipped the cinnabar again.

She had already dipped a lot of cinnabar that time, but she didn't expect it to be enough, this time Xia Chongming dipped the entire brush with cinnabar, and the red brush was lifted up by her from the inkstone. She nodded, took out another piece of yellow rune paper from her hand, and drew it on it.

It was still very smooth at the beginning, after all, with the foreshadowing of the first two times, Xia Chongming has obviously become much more proficient in painting. But this time, when she drew the last stroke again, something that puzzled Xia Chongming happened again--- the cinnabar ink on the tip of the pen was actually used up again, and this time it was only one centimeter more than the last time.

It's too early to finish drawing!

That's not right! She obviously used so much cinnabar, but she couldn't even finish a small fixation spell! Shouldn't it be? The strokes of the immobilization spell are not too complicated, and you won't be able to finish it with so much cinnabar ink!

She just doesn't believe in this evil! So Xia Chongming dipped the cinnabar ink again and again, and drew it over and over again on the yellow paper. Each time she failed at the last moment, one after another failed products turned into ashes in front of her.