Dressed in ordinary gray clothes, the immature boy who was about twelve or thirteen years old may have been squatting for too long, and moved his legs that were already a little numb slightly.

The ground was scratched by the boy with a ghost drawing on a tree branch, and it was impossible to see what was written.

The young man was focused for a year, muttering softly to himself, not noticing that a figure in white was standing quietly behind him who had been observing him for a long time.

"You can't draw it like this, the talisman foot is the foundation of the talisman, your talisman foot is not solid enough, the whole talisman is like a castle in the air, there is no stability at all, it is strange to be able to become a talisman. ”

A gentle voice suddenly sounded behind him, and the boy jumped up in fright.

The young man turned to look and saw a white dress standing with a smile. looks very young, I'm afraid it's only in his twenties, starry eyebrows and sword eyes, not how handsome, but it gives people a gentle feeling.

"I just drew it blindly, which made my seniors laugh. ”

Someone saw his ghost drawing, the young man was a little shy, and he seemed to understand the talisman when he heard the other party's words, the young man grabbed the back of his head and looked restrained.

"You are a disciple of the Immortal Sect, what's your name?"

Looking at the writhing young man with a slightly red face in front of him, Zhuo Yuming asked with a smile.

It's a bit of a foundation, but it's obviously not a good idea, although you can see at a glance between the lines of the pen its diligent and untouched technique, but unfortunately it is not true, and it is difficult to enter the room. There is no doubt that it should be a disciple of the Immortal Sect, but I don't know if it is a misguided child who is a master, or if the understanding of being an apprentice is too poor.

How can a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy have any city government, and when he encounters a question from his senior, he naturally tells his family affairs like pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

This young man's name is Han Qing, and he was originally an ordinary child from a small village under Chendui Mountain.

When he was seven years old, his parents sent him to Xianqimen to apprentice, and he first worked as a handyman laborer for five years. Because he is quite spiritual, he has always been diligent in his work, and it was not until last year that he was included in the outer disciples. But the young man doesn't seem to have any talent for Fu Dao, and in the past year since he started, he has never been able to practice even the most basic writing techniques, and Fu Dan has never been able to condense successfully. His cheap master, who was a disciple of the older generation of outer disciples, had no hope for him for just over a month, and simply left him to fend for himself.

In the annual examination of the sect a few days ago, Han Qing was undoubtedly humiliated again, and he was directly driven out of the Immortal Sect by his master who felt embarrassed.

The ignorant boy who was expelled from the sect hid at the foot of the mountain and cried for a long time, not knowing where to go.

In fact, this young man who had already reached the realm of condensation was already an immortal in the eyes of the villagers in his hometown at this time, but the innocent Han Qing did not dare to return home to face the disappointed look of his parents. After all, in order to make this only son have a future in the future, my father and mother sold the only buffalo in the family, borrowed the entire village and neighborhoods, scraped together enough 20 taels of silver, and entrusted a distant relative in the town to send him to Xianqimen to be a miscellaneous disciple. Now that he has been driven down the mountain, if his father and mother know, they must be very sad.

Zhuo Yuming listened to the young man's thoughts, but he was not impatient, but he just stood aside with his hands indifferent.

"Han Qing, do you like to draw talismans?"

The young man with low eyebrows and lowered eyes was whispering, and the kind senior suddenly asked.

Han Qing raised his childish face, and a dazzling brilliance appeared in his eyes.

The boy nodded heavily and said, "Of course, I like to draw talismans, and I've loved it since the first day." But the masters said that I didn't have any qualifications at all, and I worked hard, but I couldn't draw well, maybe I was really stupid. ”

As he spoke, the brilliance in the boy's eyes dimmed again, and he hung his head deeply, staring at his toes, and rubbing his hands restlessly.

Zhuo Yuming looked at this immature young man, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth. It is indeed a very aura child, and when he drew a ghost talisman on the ground before, he could see the firmness and persistence in the young man's eyes clearly.

Squatting down, making himself about the same height as the standing boy, Zhuo Yuming touched his head. A stream of spiritual power poured in from the young man's Baihui acupoint, quickly swimming among his limbs and hundreds of remains.

The young man's roots and bones are quite acceptable, although he is not very talented, but he has a condensate realm cultivation at this age, and he is quite passable. Zhuo Yuming took the young man's right hand and looked at it, the palm of the young man's right hand and the knuckles had thin calluses.

Diligence redeems stupidity.

It doesn't matter if you're clumsy, although Fu Gong is a way that relies heavily on the ancestral master's food, but after all, everything is a practice makes perfect. The so-called fist does not leave the hand, the song does not leave the mouth, with the most basic awe and diligence, even if the talent is poor, it can still be cultivated slowly after all. If it is the kind of so-called "genius" who is arrogant and arrogant, and has low masters, relying on God's favor, sleeping on talent and not working hard, he will never have much success.

"In the future, I will teach you to draw talismans, would you like to follow me?"

Raise your hand to condense a little spiritual power, and sketch a few strokes in the air, the illusory runes flashed with golden light, and the void became a rune. Looking at the young man with a shocked face, Zhuo Yuming asked with a smile.

Han Qing looked at the white-clothed young man in front of him dumbfounded, this divine Void Talisman completely shocked him, this technique was simply beyond the scope of his comprehension. There are still people who don't use rune paper and red pen to draw runes just with spiritual power in the void, what kind of immortal method is this.

The sluggish young man was stunned for a long time, then suddenly came back to his senses and nodded busily.

"Then let's go, find a place to settle down first, and I'll teach you how to draw talismans when I get back." Don't say that you are stupid or not, no one is born stupid, as long as you work hard, you will always achieve something. ”

Zhuo Yuming gently patted the young man's shoulder and took the lead in walking.

Han Qing was still standing in place with a shocked face, and there seemed to be tears flashing in his eyes.

The young man's expression was complicated, and he looked at the white clothes who were walking slowly. Since going to Morning and Dusk Mountain, the little handyman who has never experienced care and encouragement in any of his fellow disciples has never felt a trace of warm friendship. When he was doing miscellaneous labor, everyone treated him as a little coolie, and they all called him back and forth, and commanded him. Later, he was finally promoted to an outer disciple, and his master still didn't take him as a disciple to see, and when he taught him the art of talismans, he was mostly impatient, and it was he, the master, who expelled himself from the sect with his own hands.

Raising his sleeves and rubbing them on his face twice, the young man took a quick step and chased after the white-clothed man.

Zhuo Yuming probably wouldn't have thought of it, just because his sentence that no one is born stupid would have a great impact on this famous talisman in the Void Spirit Realm in the future.

When Han Qing was dying, he told his descendant disciples that the person he was most grateful to in his life was the white-clothed young man who patted him on the shoulder at the foot of the Morning and Dusk Mountain.