"This is it!"

A man in his thirties hurried over with two students.

pushed open the door and was stunned when he saw Wang Qian standing on the podium. After seeing Yuan Hongbo sitting on the desk in front of him, he was stunned again.

"Why is the Dean here?!"

"Why do the students in this classroom look so excited, as if they have been beaten with chicken blood, and are they doing some kind of chicken soup for the soul speech?"

"Teacher He, is there something wrong?" Yuan Hongbo glanced at the teacher who pushed the door open.

"Dean, I detected a violent aura fluctuation on the campus just now, it should be someone casting a spell, and the location is here." Teacher He explained.

"Oh, it's okay, you can get busy." Yuan Hongbo said with a smile.

"Well, good." He nodded, and glanced at Wang Qian on the podium again.

"Who is this person, even the dean is here to listen to his speech, and he looks very eye-catching!"

"Professor Wang, please continue." Yuan Hongbo said very politely to Wang Gan, who was standing on the podium.

Just when he closed the door, Mr. He heard the dean inside say this.

"Professor Wang? Where did such a young professor come from? He couldn't help but glance into the classroom again, and saw the excited expressions of the students listening to the class.

"So excited, what is this Professor Wang talking about?" He was also curious, and embarrassed to push the door in again.

"Otherwise, just listen outside the door, and leave in a moment." Thinking so, he stuck outside the door and listened to the lecture inside.

The two students on the side were also stunned, thinking about what class was inside, wouldn't it be good to listen inside, why did they have to eavesdrop outside.

The two glanced at each other and whispered outside.

"Okay, you guys have any questions." In the classroom, Wang Qian said to the students below.

"I, I, teacher, do you take graduate students?" A student asked eagerly standing up.

"No."

"Teacher, can I draw talismans without pen and ink, cinnabar, or yellow paper?" Yuan Hongbo and the teacher turned their heads to look at the student.

"Do you want to eat fart, you can't draw it with cinnabar or yellow paper, and you don't need it, you also want to use chalk? The Taoist priests of Shangqingguan and Chongzhenguan can't do it. ”

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

"You don't need pen and ink or cinnabar to draw talismans, so what do you use, chalk?" Teacher He, who was standing outside eavesdropping, raised his eyebrows after hearing the conversation inside.

"Beginners still have to use cinnabar pen ink yellow paper." Wang Qian said with a smile.

"Teacher, how long will it take to practice to reach your level?"

"Another one, I think about heaven before I learn to walk!" Yuan Hongbo glanced at the student.

"Go for it." Wang Qian smiled.

He felt that if the student who asked this question had been working the talisman and had a certain talent, it would have been possible to reach the level of drawing talismans on the blackboard with chalk in another fifty or sixty years.

"Teacher, every time I draw a talisman in the middle of a drawing, I feel a little drowsy, and the pen in my hand seems to be blocked by something, and I can't continue to draw, what should I do?"

"Someone finally asked a normal question." Yuan Hongbo nodded

"What did you draw?"

"Tranquilizer." The student said.

"Draw one for me now." Wang Gandao.

"Now, there is no cinnabar or yellow paper to engrave it, and besides, don't you need to fast and set up an altar to perform sacrifices before you can draw a talisman?"

"How long are you going to prepare?"

"Prepare three days in advance." The student said that every time he drew a talisman, he had to go through very good preparation and prepare for three days, fasting, purifying the mouth, meditating, opening the altar and praying, and the talisman was drawn for less than three minutes, and then failed.

"Are you nervous when you draw the talisman?"

Yes, even though I recite the "meditation mantra" every time, I still get nervous when I draw the talisman. The classmate said truthfully.

"Next time, you don't have to prepare for that long, eat well, get enough sleep, recite the meditation mantra a few times, and then try again. “

"Don't you need to set up an altar to worship?"

"No, the opening of the altar is to communicate with the gods and Buddhas, to pray for blessings, and it is indeed better to open the altar to worship before drawing some special talismans, but for you, such preparation will increase your psychological burden."

"Drawing talismans, the heart must be calm, the mind must be condensed, and the psychological burden is too heavy as if it is carrying shackles, and it is naturally difficult to succeed, the next one."

"Teacher, me." Another stood up.

……

The students were very enthusiastic, but the questions they asked were difficult to explain.

And the cultivation of these students is really bad, in his opinion, they are not even as good as "Xiao Huang", let alone compared with "Laifu".

Until the bell rang for the end of class, the students were still unsatisfied.

Yuan Hongbo had to take Wang Qian to the office to drink tea, and as soon as he opened the door, there were seven or eight people standing outside, and several of them were still holding notebooks in their hands to make records.

"Teacher He, what are you doing here?"

"Passing by, passing by."

"Passing by, are you all passing by?"

"Yes, yes, passing by." The students nodded.

Yuan Hongbo waved his hand, and the people gathered outside dispersed.

"I also benefited a lot from listening to this class, I really didn't expect Professor Wang to have such a profound attainment in the "Fu Gong". ”

Yuan Hongbo drove away the students and chatted with Wang Qian for a while. After a long meal of polite words, Wang Qianwan refused the other party's kindness to invite him to a banquet and left.

"Great, I really can't imagine that Yang Haonan's guy can actually handle personnel, I have to thank him another day."

Wang Qian was walking on the road to the academy, and a young man on the opposite side hurriedly walked over, his face was pale and his eyes were red.

Hey?

Wang Qian sighed lightly.

This countenance, what a murderer!

As the young man approached, his cell phone rang.

"Hey, Mom." He spoke very softly.

"My sister, she's fine, can't get through on the phone? Maybe she's busy, but she's been quite busy with the company lately. ”

"I dreamed of my sister, did you miss her?"

"Don't worry, we're good here." As he spoke, the young man's tears began to fall.

After hanging up the phone, he hurriedly wiped away his tears and looked around. Wang Qian turned his head to the side, pretending not to see it.

After a moment, he glanced at the young man again.

Judging from his appearance, his father died early, and there is a mother and an older sister in the family, who also died not long ago.

It won't be long before his mother will die of grief.

He himself will die a tragic death, chopping with knives, flesh and bones, and incomplete corpses.

The family's life is tragic.

Wang Qian looked up at the sky, the sun was shining brightly and fell on his face.

"Little brother."

The young man heard the shout and glanced at Wang Qian.

"Call me?"

"Yes, I see that your face is sad, is there a relative who has died?"

"How do you know?" The young man was stunned and surprised.

"I know a little about the method of physiognomy, and the person who died is your sister, right?"

The young man looked at Wang Qian, and his face was already a little vigilant.

"Hanging yourself?"

"She didn't kill herself, he was killed!" The young man's voice fought unconsciously, and there was anger burning in his eyes.