Dialects decide what they can do.

It is obviously unrealistic to go to the battlefield to fight, not to mention the degree of danger, just her cultivation is not enough for others to stuff their teeth.

So, when she subconsciously rescued a soldier who came down from the battlefield and was seriously injured, but because of lack of manpower, no one to treat her, she found the door to the new world.

Nurse!

Not only is the work easy, but she also finds that there is luck to be gained.

How can you miss the opportunity to harvest wool?

In addition, every night she also ran to help the monks of the Immortal Dao League make talismans, mainly because this thing is easy to use, and she can't do without it when she walks the rivers and lakes in the future.

Since then, Fang Yan has lived a busy life, saving people during the day and learning to make talismans at night.

Anyway, when fighting a war now, not only is there a shortage of materials, but also not enough manpower.

It just gave her the opportunity to be like a fish in water.

The only bad thing is that you have to face the smell of blood every day, which is similar to rust.

Fang Yan had no choice but to secretly admonish himself that he would regard this experience as a practice, a practice of controlling his instincts.

She was afraid that if she lost her mind one day in the future and became a demon beast that everyone shouted and killed, it would really outweigh the losses.

Occasionally, when he was free, Fang Yan would go to the river not far from Jiangxia City to have a big meal.

The river not far from the camp flowed down from the left, dozens of miles away, so the dialect planned to go to the left, where there were not only mountains, trees but also water, and it was a natural picnic place.

The river is tens of meters wide, flowing from north to south, and the mist on the river is steaming, which is the fog emitted by the solid ice after the melting of the northern glaciers, and there is a trace of coolness.

I heard the soldiers in the camp say that they drink the water from this river on weekdays.

The source of the upper reaches of the river is the glacier in the northern polar region, and after melting, the glacier snow water flows to the south, and the soldiers usually fetch water from the downstream dozens of miles away.

Dialects avoid making people gossip, and deliberately go to remote places upstream to eat.

Jump into the river and turn into a green snake.

It's all strange that snakes have a keen sense of smell, and these days they smell too much blood in the camp, and their eyes are so greedy that they almost can't help but eat people several times, and they will come out to satisfy their hunger when they have the opportunity to speak dialects.

After eating and drinking, I played in the water for most of the day.

Fang Yan was about to go ashore, but suddenly heard a faint sound of a flute.

Originally, I didn't care about the dialect, but when I concentrated my attention, I suddenly found that there was a figure in the direction where the flute sounded.

Fang Yan immediately held his breath and unconsciously moved closer there, so that the figure was clearer, and even the outline could be seen clearly.

Well?!

The man apparently noticed her too, stopped playing the flute, and turned to look over, through the vast mist, and spoke in a tone of a little helplessness.

"You snake demon, it's already merciful that you didn't kill you, why don't you run away quickly, and what are you doing here?"

Fang Yan knew that the other party was a guy whose cultivation was much higher than his own, so he hurriedly went ashore and turned into a human form, took off the jade pendant from his neck, and offered it with both hands, so as not to be subdued and demons eliminated.

"I'm a disciple of the Dao Zang Peak of the Blue Immortal Sword Sect......"

The man was wearing a purple straight robe, with a gold silk spider stripe of the same color tied around his waist, his black hair was tied up and fixed with a gilt crown, his slender body was straight, and the whole person was full of innate nobility. He took the jade pendant handed by Fang Yan with both hands, put it in his hand and looked at it carefully, then raised his head and glanced at Fang Yan.

The originally stable Dao heart lost his mind in an instant, and for some reason he felt a little nervous in his heart, and his breathing became short.

"Are you the junior sister of the Blue Shadow Sword Sect?"

The dialect nodded, not daring to speak.

The man watched for a long time before he realized the faux pas and quickly returned the jade pendant.

"What's your name?"

Fang Yan raised her head, took the jade pendant, and put it on her neck, in order to prevent the situation in front of her, she got a rope early and hung the jade pendant around her neck, and it was not easy to fall off.

She said nonchalantly, "My name is Dialect." ”

The man tried his best to make himself look calm, and nodded, "Good name......"

After speaking, he stuck his neck, and he didn't know how to continue, but fortunately, the dialect was tied with a jade pendant, and he didn't listen carefully.

The man introduced himself, "My name is Han Xiang, the senior brother of the Yanxing Sect, and the family teacher is Lu Zhengyi, the head of the Yanxing Sect. ”

Fang Yan hurriedly bowed his hand, "I've seen Senior Brother Han!" ”

Han Xiang was speechless, waved his hand, said goodbye, and turned around and left inexplicably.

……

Back to camp.

In addition to working as a nurse in the wounded barracks during the day and stealing some medical skills, Fang Yan went to learn to draw talismans at night, and recently finished learning the basic knowledge of talismans and began to practice.

The talisman is generated by inscription writing, and it has evolved from the prohibition, and the messy lines on the talisman are actually an evolution of the inscription prohibition.

This evolved inscription prohibition is called runes.

On the first day of his arrival, he did not rush to let all the low-level disciples do things, but divided all the summoned disciples into a dozen or so groups. Each group was seated in a different tent and taught the basics and making the talisman by an elder or senior disciple.

First of all, I learned some basic knowledge to understand what the lines on the talisman are and what the principle is, and then let everyone learn the evolution of the inscription ban.

Tonight, I started to learn how to draw talismans, and handed out a book that collects all kinds of talismans, so that everyone can familiarize themselves with each kind of talisman.

The dialect counted, there are seven categories, divided into five elements and yin and yang, each category has many small classifications, such as gold runes, which contain dozens of sub-categories, the most widely used is the thunder rune, and the thunder rune has seventy-two variations.

There is a change in the dialect that makes it impossible to take its eyes off it, and what is in mind even drifts away.

The name of this changed talisman is called 'Explosive Thunder'.

The description in the book is: The thirty-sixth variation of the thunder talisman, take cinnabar, or the blood of insects and demons, and engrave the talisman on yellow paper, which can produce a cracking effect, such as a thunderstorm.

Simply translated, it means that taking cinnabar, or the blood of animals and demons, and carving runes on yellow paper, can produce an explosive effect, like a thunderstorm.

Seeing this, Fang Yan frowned and thought, if the yellow paper is replaced with arrows, I don't know if it has the same effect.

If it has the same effect, wouldn't it be possible to engrave the thunder talisman on the arrow, and the flying feathers in the sky will directly evolve into the heavenly divine thunder, and when the time comes, a burst of arrows will fly over, which is enough for the opponent to drink a pot.

The brain made up the picture of the future opponent's stunned face, and the dialect inexplicably had a sense of joy, and he couldn't help but continue to flip the book, ready to engrave this important knowledge in his mind, and slowly eat it thoroughly after he went back.

After a brief flip, everyone began to draw talismans under the guidance of the senior brother.

Each person was given a pen specially used to draw talismans, and it seemed that the material was made of rabbit fur, which belonged to the most ordinary and effective kind, but it was enough to deal with ordinary ghosts and monsters.

In order to learn this knowledge well, the dialect deliberately pursues every detail, and must do all the details to the extreme.