Feng Ping took out an ordinary rune paper, dotted vermilion with a brush, and began to draw against the patterns and steps in the spell booklet.

Just like when he drew the "Lightning Guiding Charm" before, he had to be familiar with the trend of each stroke first, at least to make it look like it!

After all, if the materials he bought back, if he drew a complete "Southern Fire Talisman", he would be able to make more than 100 pieces, plus the first few would definitely fail, so he didn't have so much property for him to worship!

It took a whole night for Feng Ping to finally learn the steps of drawing the talisman, and from the appearance alone, there was almost no difference compared to the spell.

Seeing that the sky was about to break, he hesitated for a moment, and finally did not hold back the expectation in his heart, but still adjusted a pair of spiritual materials, cut a piece of spiritual paper and spread it on the table.

Before starting to write, Feng Ping closed his eyes, and kept repeating every step and every detail in his mind.

That is, he has now built the foundation, otherwise it would be impossible to write down so many strokes in a month or two!

It's no wonder that there are requirements for spells, and you can't draw them if you don't build a foundation!

On the one hand, the aura in the body is not enough to outline the complete talisman, and on the other hand, the mind is too weak, and it is difficult to remember the whole picture of the talisman.

After more than ten breaths, Feng Ping suddenly opened his eyes, the brush in his hand was stained with liquid spiritual materials, and he held his breath and condensed, and drew with his pen!

The fire attribute aura in his body traveled from the dantian qi sea to the meridians of his body, and then reached his right hand and went straight into the tip of the pen.

After the aura is infused, every time you move your wrist, it takes a lot of attention!

After just two strokes, Feng Ping was already sweating profusely!

But he couldn't stop! Once this talisman is stopped, this spiritual material will inevitably be scrapped.

Even if he knows that the first time he draws, there is a high probability that he will fail, but even if he fails, he must complete the entire stroke and pattern as much as possible, otherwise he will not even accumulate a little experience, and he will not be blind!

Gradually, Feng Ping's aura began to dissipate, and his pen power and mind were a little weak.

Just when he had the idea of failing, a fire suddenly burst out from the tip of the pen, burning the brush in his hand and the spiritual paper on the desk into ashes in an instant!

"Still failed?"

Feng Ping sat down on the Taishi chair and began to think about the problems that arose during the whole process.

First of all, although he had already built the foundation realm, because the realm was too low, the aura in his body could only be regarded as reaching the minimum threshold for drawing.

Therefore, the further back you go, the more difficult it is to continue.

Secondly, due to the lack of proficiency in the drawing process, many key points were delayed, resulting in a waste of aura and mind!

"Looks like there's more to paint!"

Feng Ping didn't care, he quickly switched to the wood spirit root, and then the aura in his body was agitated, and his consciousness entered the moon swallowing space.

After half a pillar of incense, the aura was filled again, and it switched back to the fire spirit root, and the second time the spiritual material was deployed, and the drawing began.

As he began to write, the eggs of the sea of qi began to surge, but after only a few breaths, a familiar sound sounded in his ears.

Host danger detected. 】

【Simulation Stop...】

[Self-test start...]

A moment later, the voice sounded again.

[Self-test completed.] 】

Negative effects have been exempted.] 】

After waiving the taboo, Feng Ping started his pen again and began his second drawing!

But the results can be imagined......

After a pillar of incense, he failed again.

After five successive failures, his mind was unsustainable, and even if he entered the Moon Swallowing Space, he couldn't recover.

Therefore, Feng Ping can only give up.

"I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, it seems that I can't successfully draw the 'Southern Fire Talisman' today!"

For this kind of talisman that may burn the crystal realm, Feng Ping is still very much looking forward to it!

But for now, we'll have to wait two more days.

cleaned up the messy materials in the house, took them to the yard and buried them, and then changed their outfits in the house, and Feng Ping went out from his home in the west of the city.

In fact, he was fine for the past two days.

It seems that the order of the head of the ceremonial house has not yet arrived, and it is of little significance whether Chengxian Hall goes or not, and there is no shortage of him to walk in Dengxian Pavilion.

After thinking about it, Feng Ping still decided to go to Niu's trading house to see what had changed in the trading bank in the past two days.

By the time he arrived at the firm, he had transformed into a walking corpse.

Feng Ping stepped into the door of the trading house as if no one was around, but no one stopped him.

Just this line, I know that Niu Dali is back, who is idle at this time and has nothing to look for death, stop this big shopkeeper who is in the limelight and has a bad temper?

walked in for a while, and before he could look for it, Zhang Mazi greeted him head-on.

"Hello Master Niu."

"Hmm."

Feng Ping replied lightly, but didn't say much, but continued to walk forward.

Zhang Mazi's eyes were staring at Niu Dali, but his mind was constantly thinking, he was making a brief summary of what had happened in the past two days, and he would report to Niu Ye later!

"Master Niu, the middle hall has been reinstalled."

"Oh? In that case, go there. ”

"Okay."

Zhang Mazi led the way in front, and soon the two arrived at the Shitan courtyard in the middle hall.

Originally, this place was already in a mess due to fighting, but after nearly a month of renovation, it was finally restored to its original appearance.

Originally, according to other people's words, it could be arranged more luxuriously, but Zhang Mazi knew that Niu Ye was unwilling to spend the silver on it, so he took it upon himself to cut some of the funds and only did a simple restoration.

Passing through the Shitan courtyard, the Fushou Hall where tobacco was stacked opposite was still empty, but Fengping's original residence had been arranged.

Before entering the house, Zhang Mazi took the maid at the door, and after Niu Dali entered the door, he closed the door and led him into the inner room.

"You don't have to go in."

"Yes."

Feng Ping sat casually at the table, and Zhang Mazi stepped forward to pour him a glass of water.

"How's the deficit? How much has been solved in these two days? ”

I was in a hurry two days ago, so I didn't ask much, but now that I have taken it, I have time to ask.

"Master Niu, I dealt with part of it last night and the night before, but I only filled in the deficit of 10,000 taels." Zhang Mazi stood up straight and said respectfully, "Although the owners of several pawn shops are already familiar with me, they still have some scruples and dare not eat so much at once. Of course, they are also afraid that they will not be able to turn around. ”

"How long will it take?"

"Ten days, ten days is enough." Zhang Mazi is colorful.

Since time is given, this is a military order for him!

In addition, the next batch of goods is about to be delivered, and he must also deal with the deficit of 30,000 taels of silver within ten days, otherwise Wu Yuxia will not be able to spare him at all!

"Do you need my help?"

"Master Niu, don't worry, I can still handle this little thing."

Feng Ping took a sip of the water cup, then looked at Zhang Mazi, "Well, it's okay if you don't have to." Also, how is the arrangement of the clubhouse? ”