Chapter 129: Entry Token
If it weren't for the critical situation at the time, she wouldn't have taken such a bold risk.
But now listening to the meaning of his master's words, there should be this kind of talisman painting method in the immortal cultivation world, but why is there a method of learning?
As soon as Shen Qing didn't understand, he also asked.
When She Zijiang heard this, he couldn't help but smile slightly.
"This kind of talisman painting method does exist, but it is not something that can be learned if you want to learn, and its method can only be said to vary from person to person, stored in thousands of books and jade slips, but hidden in thousands of people. But those who can draw talismans in the air, without exception, are all geniuses of runes. ”
"When the teacher saw you doing it that day, he thought and asked you to draw it again."
Shen Qing nodded.
"Let's start with the rune paper."
Shen Qingyi has not left behind in the teaching of Fu Qi these days.
The angel drew a talisman in the air, although it was forced by the situation in a hurry.
But after these days of precipitation, she still understands something.
As soon as the spiritual power in his hand moved, a talisman pen appeared in his hand.
The storage space is full of talisman paper, but the hair is consumed too quickly.
There is no other reason, every time it uses Zhu Sheng as a pen, it is not very willing, so that every time after drawing the talisman, the demon beast hair stuck to it will spontaneously combust.
Over time, after returning to the sect, Shen Qingyi bought a talisman pen as a practice.
After using it, Shen Qingyi found that the ordinary talisman seemed to be made faster.
Looking at Shen Qing's smooth movements, he noticed the low-level foreshadowing and the pitted so-called rune paper on the table.
The corners of She Zijiang's mouth twitched.
Especially when Shen Qingyi's last stroke fell, there was a flash of inspiration on the rune paper.
A water balloon talisman was successfully refined.
The corners of She Zijiang's mouth twitched even more.
If he was not mistaken, then what was spread on the table should be a semi-finished product made of demon beast fur that was not even a low-level rune paper, right?
His disciples used these things to draw the talismans?
As soon as the spiritual power in She Zijiang's hand moved, the talisman drawn on the table was held in his hand.
Low-level mid-grade water balloon talismans?!
She Zijiang's mood was complicated, his heart was not only proud of his apprentice's outstanding talent, but also speechless by the performance of his own disciple.
He felt that he should not be alone in this feeling at this moment.
And when Shen Qingyi took the ordinary talisman pen, gathered spiritual power, and struggled to outline it in the air, She Zijiang's complicated mood reached its peak.
Looking at the flickering runes in the air, She Zijiang nodded.
After the last stroke, the runes in mid-air lit up.
A defensive rune was successfully crafted, suspended in mid-air.
Shen Qingyi put away the talisman pen.
Looking at his own master, looking at his own master's smiling eyes, Shen Qing blinked.
"Master?"
"Bang Bang!"
She Zijiang clapped his hands.
"Good, good!"
Walking out of the Luohong Palace, Shen Qingyi looked at the extra token in his hand and couldn't help but be a little excited.
This is the entry and exit token of the Qi Red Hall of Chaoyang Peak.
And Chaoyang Peak Qi Red Hall is the place where the master of the sect Fu Gong painted Xuan Zhenjun.
Although now, Huaxuan Zhenjun has taken his personal disciple Huayue to travel, but in the side hall of Qihong Palace, there are many talisman books open to the disciples of the sect, among which there are also notes on the experience of Huaxuan Zhenjun.
The inheritance of the Ice Dragon's predecessors is certainly very good, but too long has passed since ancient times, and some things are constantly changing in the changes of the times.
There are good things, but there are also some things that have been obsolete by the times.