Chapter Forty-Seven: It's Just a Mess

"Actually, there's no need to be so entangled, these talismans on the market are actually very similar, and there are even many variants of the talismans taught in your school textbooks. It's like an eight-rank fireball talisman, you only need to change his talisman head to use it on the talisman sword. ”

This Uncle Huang didn't notice Zheng Gen's strange expression and explained by himself.

Zheng Gen nodded frequently after hearing this.

I see!

"Don't you teach this in your school now?"

Uncle Huang suddenly asked a fatal question.

Scald!

Zheng Gen had no choice but to reply that he didn't pay attention to the lecture during class.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Huang praised him for being able to make such a good talisman without listening to the lecture, and it was really talented, which made Zheng Gen a little embarrassed.

In the end, under the persuasion of Uncle Huang, I decided not to buy it first, and went back to make up for the knowledge of elementary school, junior high school and high school......

When he walked out of the store, the waiter from before suddenly came out and bowed to Zheng Gen and Uncle Huang, saying slow down, welcome to come again next time.

The two exchanged a few words at the door.

"What have you been up to lately?"

"It's still a list from the Sheriff's Office, and they want a lot of money."

"Also, I originally wanted to ask you to draw some other talismans for me, but I'm afraid it will take a while."

After Uncle Huang finished speaking, he waved his hand and continued to walk up to the fourth floor.

Zheng Gen walked down to the second floor.

Back to Takehasai.

Lao Li Tou asked which set of sword books he bought, and Zheng Gen briefly explained what had just happened.

Unexpectedly, Lao Li patted the counter: "You kid said that you want to use the talisman sword, I have a ready-made set of special talismans, although it is only a few seven-grade ones, but it must be enough for you to use now, you can just copy a copy." ”

Zheng Gen smiled bitterly and didn't speak, thinking in his heart that it was too embarrassing to have no knowledge!

Silently, he copied more than 20 kinds of runes on the paper with ordinary ink, said hello to Lao Li Tou and left.

Lao Li Tou sat in the rocking chair at the counter, and wondered why this kid suddenly talked less.

Could it be that when you go to the third floor and see those sky-high swords, you are directly stupid by the price?

......

Back home.

With the help of my father, almost everything to be taken away from the house was packed.

All that's left is some temporary dishes and chopsticks for tonight, and a change of clothes to be washed.

My mother said that she had contacted the moving company she had brought to the neighborhood two years ago, and that they would send someone over at 8 a.m. tomorrow morning.

Then the parents reminisced about the interesting things that happened when they moved at the dinner table.

Only then did Zheng Gen know that when moving in this world, the moving company only needed to send one person.

The man was carrying a special large Qiankun bag, and the space inside was the size of a house, so he put it all in, and when he arrived at the new home, he poured it out.

Zheng Gen couldn't help but sigh at the wonder of the world of cultivating immortals.

Think about the space of a house?

That can't be three or four hundred cubic meters?

I don't want to take the small Qiankun bag from Lao Li Tou's cost price, only about one cubic meter.

His own Longyuan sword was wronged inside, and he put it diagonally......

After eating, Zheng Gen returned to his room, where he had been cleaned up and had almost nothing left.

Stir up the runes copied from Lao Li's head.

Suddenly remembering something, I pushed open the door.

"Mom, where are all my old textbooks?"

Mom's voice came from the kitchen: "I'm all packed, in the box next to the sofa." ”

"Okay." Zheng Gen came to the sofa and opened the box, which was full of a large number of books, nearly a hundred.

His head was big when he saw it.

When will this be seen?

Dad poked his head out from the side: "Why did you remember to read these books?" ”

"Isn't it to prepare for the college entrance examination?"

"Oh."

Zheng Gen picked out the textbooks related to Fu Gong from elementary school to high school.

After all, let's understand this aspect of the talisman first.

Carry the book back to your room and start reading it in first grade.

It's so hard!

I didn't expect to cross over to the world of cultivating immortals and suffer such a sin!

Although the things in the first grade are very superficial, it takes time to read them word by word.

And this world is the same as the original world when I was a child, and I like to scribble on books.

This is Fu Zheng's book again, basically every place that should be painted and should not be painted is full of crooked lines by Zheng Xiao Painter, which makes it very difficult to read now.

I really want to travel back in time and give myself a big ear scraper!

It took more than twenty minutes to read just a first-grade book that introduced talismans, even if it was one glance and ten lines, and you must know that there are still twenty-three books to follow, and it is getting more and more difficult......

Just when he wanted to give up, he suddenly remembered that he was already an immortal cultivator.

Judging from the Xianxia novels I have read, as an immortal cultivator, it stands to reason that reading these ordinary books should not be so difficult.

Then I remembered that I had divine sense.

Unleash your divine sense and open the second grade textbook of the Fu Gong class.

It's amazing!

The information in it is like a moving fish, and it doesn't need to be read word by word, it automatically swims into the brain.

And the brain understands and remembers the contents almost instantaneously.

Zheng Gen seemed to have discovered a new continent, and immediately looked through the rest of the books until the third year of high school.

Except for the six books in high school, I read both sides repeatedly, almost all of them were scanned once and immediately remembered in my head.

And it took less than an hour!

It's a great feeling!

So without doing anything, Zheng Gen walked out of the door again and moved the box full of books into his room.

I'm going to spend one night reading everything from elementary school to high school.

At this time, he was just understanding one thing, why people like them who could cultivate also needed to take cultural classes in the college entrance examination, but even Wang Yan, who slept every time he went to class, was not panicked at all.

It turned out that it only took one night to use the divine sense, and it was possible to put all the knowledge that had been learned into the head.

It's so unfair!

He thought indignantly.

Fortunately, I am the one who earns......

But in fact, Zheng Gen thought wrong about one thing, that is, the divine sense of other students was not as strong as his divine sense.

Originally, the souls of two people were fused, and the divine consciousness was originally twice as strong as others.

And now almost every day to go through the baptism of Wenchang pen, from the beginning of the unsuccessful one talisman will fall into dormancy to now draw twenty a night can be a little sleepy.

His divine consciousness was almost in this kind of almost devilish training, and the intensity of boiling even exceeded that of ordinary foundation building stage immortal cultivators.

Therefore, people like Wang Yan who haven't learned anything until now don't mean that they know that they can learn all the knowledge in one night, but they are just messing around.