In the Qingya Teahouse, Zhuo Yuming informed Nie Yingrong of his intention to start a sect in Fuyao Prefecture, and hoped to be introduced by her to meet the high-level leaders of the Nie family.

Regarding Zhuo Yuming's plan to settle the sect in Fuyao Prefecture, Nie Yingrong naturally agreed with both hands. This man who made a righteous move in the discussion around the lake, defeated Fang Qinghua miserably, and gave him a talisman on the ferry, has cultivation and responsibility, Nie Yingrong's image of Zhuo Yuming couldn't be better. However, he didn't quite understand why he wanted to pull his family up.

"This is the meaning of the family teacher, I also told Miss Nie before that the family teacher and the ancestor of the Nie family had a lot of incense love. Before I set up the sect, I must inform the Nie family, maybe it also means that I hope to get the help of the Nie family. In short, it depends on the Nie family's own wishes, even if they don't agree, my sect will inevitably maintain a harmonious relationship with the Nie family in the future. ”

Regarding Nie Yingrong's question, Zhuo Yuming also explained with a smile. He is actually a nostalgic person, if the Nie family is willing, he hopes that the future Cloud City can still be based on the Nie family.

Nie Yingrong agreed very happily, but she could only help deliver a message, but as for whether the head of the family was willing to interview, she didn't dare to make too many guarantees.

Although she is also a leader among the younger generation of the Nie family, she is deeply favored and hoped by the elders of the family. But this is such a big thing, and it is not something that a small junior of her can dictate.

Zhuo Yuming, who got the promise, chatted with Nie Yingrong for a long time, then went back to the inn and waited for her news.

Back in the house, the young man was still sitting at the table and practicing hard, his right hand holding the pen was trembling slightly, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. The young man pursed his lips stubbornly, his eyes determined.

"Take a break, it's too much. Think more about where the deficiencies are and how to improve them, which is more effective than if you blindly put it on paper. ”

Glancing at the papers piled up high on the table like a hill, each with thick ink, Zhuo Yuming said with a smile, he was very pleased with the young man's diligence.

The young man who had taken Mr.'s words as a golden rule also obediently got up and walked over, rubbing his already sore wrists.

"Sir, I'm already proficient in this spirit gathering talisman, I want to try to see if I can make it. ”

Han Qing's eyes glowed with a strange look, and Zhuo Yuming saw a light called confidence in this young man's eyes for the first time.

He nodded, and said to the young man in a harmonious voice: "The rune paper and vermilion ink I gave you are all ordinary colors, you don't have to deliberately save, just let it go and try it if you feel sure." However, if you can't do this kind of basic talisman, you are far from being proficient. ”

He has always been strict with the requirements of teenagers. He still firmly believes in the ancient creed of strict teachers and high disciples.

After resting for a while, Han Qing solemnly took out a stack of bright yellow rune paper from his arms and spread it on the table. The green jade named "Silver Hook", which Zhuo Yuming gave him and regarded as a treasure, was carefully rested on a small mountain-shaped jade pen holder. After grinding the cinnabar mud with full concentration, the young man gently lifted the pen, dipped it in the vermilion ink, and adjusted his breathing to ensure that his breath was stable.

The young man's face was solemn and almost sacred, his eyes were firm, and his right hand holding the pen hanging in the air was as steady as a rock, and he did not move at all. Spiritual power fluctuations emanated from his body, gradually gathering on his right hand like a stream.

The boy exhaled softly, and the tip of the pen dipped in vermilion ink finally landed on the paper. The reply is cloudy, and the pen is full of dragons and snakes, all in one go.

After the spirit is clicked, a spirit gathering talisman is drawn.

Picking up the talisman, Zhuo Yuming glanced twice. The young man twisted his fingers together and stood aside, staring at Zhuo Yuming with a worried face, for fear that this gentleman would suddenly frown.

Zhuo Yuming naturally also noticed Han Qing's nervous appearance that he was about to go to the execution ground, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. With a slight rubbing between his fingers, the spirit gathering talisman directly ignited spontaneously without wind, and the talisman urged, and streams of spiritual energy began to be dragged towards this side room.

But after all, it was only painted by a condensation stage monk, and the technique was still unfamiliar, and the effect of this spirit gathering talisman was obviously not satisfactory.

However, Zhuo Yuming's examination was only a teenager's technique and control of spiritual power, and he didn't have too many expectations for the effectiveness of this talisman.

"There is no problem with the penmanship, but there are still flaws in the control of spiritual power. The talisman is not mellow enough, and the charm of the cloud seal is also a little lacking, so it has to be practiced again. ”

Glancing at the young man with a gloomy face, Zhuo Yuming changed his words: "But it's not bad overall, and for you, a young man who has just entered the rune path, it can be regarded as passing." You can master the spirit gathering talisman so quickly, and once you become a talisman, the hard work pays off, and with more practice, you can naturally go to a higher building. ”

The young man suddenly raised his lowered head, and the originally gloomy face suddenly shone brightly, and the joy that could not be hidden in his eyes bloomed on his face.

"Thank you, sir, Han Qing will definitely practice diligently and never disappoint Mr. ”

Han Qing suddenly knelt on the ground and said loudly, leaning over to kowtow to Zhuo Yuming.

This young man, who has been growing up in cold eyes and reprimands for many years, has a dazzling light in his eyes. After being reprimanded and ridiculed by his peers for a long time, the teenager was praised and recognized for the first time, and a huge sense of presence filled his heart.

With a slight swing of the void in one hand, a soft spiritual force dragged Han Qing's forehead, which was about to touch the ground, and dragged the young man who was kneeling on the ground up.

Zhuo Yuming's fingers rubbed lightly, dusting off the ashes that remained between his fingers. Facing the immature young man in front of him, his face changed from his previous easy-going appearance to solemn and serious.

Dressed in white, the young man sat on a wooden chair and said solemnly: "You have to remember that the cultivators of my generation can only live up to the Dao of Heaven and Earth and themselves. Leave aside your humility and cowardice, hold your head high, and use your future achievements to let those who despise you and bully you take a good look, you Han Qing deserve their respect. ”

The sonorous sound is deafening.

Like thunder pouring into the ears, like drinking with a stick.

With tears in his eyes, the young man stood in place in a daze, looking at the person in front of him with teary eyes.

At this moment, the gentleman in front of him seemed to have a thousand rays of light blooming behind him, like a celestial being.

When a child who was desperate for himself and stood on the edge of the cliff was suddenly pulled back by a hand, and told him that he was not a useless person, as long as he worked hard, he could be recognized by others, for this child, even if the true body of the gods and Buddhas of the heavens came, it would not be more magnificent and radiant than the man dressed in white and smiling kindly.

The thin and short boy nodded his head fiercely, raised his hand to wipe away the tears that couldn't help but slip, and turned around and ran back to the desk under the window.

Zhuo Yuming looked at the setting sun in the distance through the open curtains, and left the room silently.