Ding Changshou looked at Ding Zhengyi's extremely serious appearance, couldn't help smiling and nodding, and then took the trouble to explain.

Unlike ordinary elders who teach their juniors, Ding Changshou did not ask Ding Zhengyi to practice hard, but asked him to pay attention to the combination of work and rest.

Ding Zhengyi's persistence and hard work in cultivation have been well known among the clan as his status has improved in the past two years.

Many clansmen will take him as an example when educating their own children, so many young children in the clan often show admiration when they see Ding Zhengyi.

Regarding cultivation, the most important thing the elders said to Ding Zhengyi was to pay attention to rest, which made him cry and laugh.

In less than a stick of incense, everything that should be said was finished, Ding Changshou hurriedly left, it seemed that he really had something important.

Looking at the figure of his grandfather leaving, Ding Zhengyi pondered for a moment, is it not good to hide Ding Changshou like this.

However, thinking of the patriarch's helplessness, he could only sigh heavily, picked up the rune ink and walked towards his house.

In the interval between talking with Ding Changshou just now, Ding Zhengyi ordered a thousand intermediate rune papers by the way, which should be enough for a period of talisman making practice.

On the way home, Ding Zhengyi met many clansmen, and when they saw him, they would greet him warmly.

Except for a few who still had some sad faces, most of the clansmen looked as usual.

Time will always wear away grief and sorrow, and cultivators have less concern about life and death.

This made Ding Zhengyi sigh a little, although he didn't have much contact with the clansmen who were lost this time, he could still clearly remember their voices and smiles at this time.

Maybe he won't show a strong sense of sadness, but a sense of sadness will still appear in Ding Zhengyi's mind from time to time.

If he wanted to make him do nothing, Ding Zhengyi felt that it was even more difficult than cultivation.

But these clansmen seem to have completely forgotten this memory, and the friendship between the clansmen seems to be thinner than paper.

Everyone is concerned about their own lives, although there is nothing wrong with this, but Ding Zhengyi still vaguely feels that this state is not very normal.

Habitually shaking his head, not in his position or in his own politics, for now it is better to do your own thing first, thinking too much is just to increase the trouble.

By the time Ding Zhengyi removed the complicated thoughts from his mind, the familiar bamboo building was already close in front of him.

After looking at the front and back, Ding Zhengyi did not find his parents and Xiaoqiu.

Without thinking too much about where they were going, he walked straight upstairs.

After coming to the cultivation meditation room, Ding Zhengyi properly placed all the sundries in the meditation room.

He was very careful and careful in this step, and he once taught Ding Zhengyi a painful lesson because of his negligence.

That was after drawing low-level fireball talismans was quite proficient, and Ding Zhengyi thought that the talisman making process had been mastered.

Under the paralysis and carelessness, he didn't pay attention to putting away some sundries, and as a result, when a talisman failed, he didn't have time to react, and the waste talisman instantly burst into flames.

Ding Zhengyi's body was burned and destroyed within five feet, although he was not harmed due to his success in refining, but he still lost a lot of goods.

After learning the lesson of that time, Ding Zhengyi has become a habit to organize before making talismans in the future, and because this time he is drawing intermediate talismans, he is more careful.

After cleaning up, Ding Zhengyi put the rune ink on the bamboo couch and took out the intermediate rune paper given by the patriarch.

Looking at the talisman that had accompanied him for almost four years, Ding Zhengyi took a deep breath and prepared to officially draw the intermediate fireball talisman.

It is very difficult to draw an intermediate fireball talisman, which is mainly reflected in the stable control of a large amount of vitality and aura.

In this regard, the amount of low-level rune pen conduction element qi is very limited, the stability is insufficient, and the auxiliary effect on drawing intermediate rune seals is very small.

This means that Ding Zhengyi's difficulty in drawing talisman seals has been increased, and his talisman making skills have been tested.

According to the usual habit of making talismans, Ding Zhengyi first dipped the tip of the talisman pen in the talisman ink, and then called out the vitality in the dantian, and controlled it to pass through the hand holding the talisman pen and inject it into the barrel of the pen.

At this time, the amount of vitality mobilized was three times that of drawing low-level talismans, and the amount of vitality increased sharply, making it much more difficult to control, and a trace of sweat overflowed on Ding Zhengyi's forehead in an instant.

He didn't care about wiping it, he raised his hand and drew it on an unfolded piece of intermediate rune paper on the bamboo couch.

As the energy and the ink merged, the tip of the pen drifted on the paper.

The mana imprint of the fireball technique gradually appeared on the rune paper, and the lines that formed the mana imprint attracted a large amount of heaven and earth aura to rush in.

With the continuous infusion of heaven and earth aura, Ding Zhengyi's face became more and more ugly, he frowned slightly, clenched his teeth, and tried to control the stability of the vitality.

Fortunately, with tens of thousands of low-level fireball talisman drawing experience, Ding Zhengyi continued to adjust with the unique rhythm in his memory, and he could still hold on for the time being, but the drawing speed was getting slower and slower.

After drawing a small half of the mana imprint, Ding Zhengyi's face suddenly turned pale, there was an error in the control of the vitality, and the aura on the rune paper suddenly became disordered.

At this time, he breathed a sigh of relief, and without thinking, he threw the failed spirit rune into the corner of the wall, and with a "bang", the waste spirit burst into a bowl-sized fireball.

Although the scorching heat did not bring harm to Ding Zhengyi, the deflagrating fireball made the protective formation of the quiet room ripple slightly.

Ding Zhengyi closed his eyes and felt that the energy contained in this fireball was not small, which was already enough to compare the strength of the low-level fireball talisman.

A waste talisman has such power, Ding Zhengyi couldn't help but look forward to it, and the frustration of failing to draw the spirit talisman was also diluted a lot.

However, the difficulty of drawing this intermediate rune seal is too high, and Ding Zhengyi feels very laborious to draw.

It stands to reason that the formation rate of low-level fireball charms has reached the limit, and it shouldn't be so difficult to draw intermediate fireball charms, even if they can't succeed.

However, his eyes swept over the low-level talisman pen in his hand, and Ding Zhengyi couldn't help but sigh, it seems that the problem is here.

Failure to make talismans is a common occurrence for Ding Zhengyi, although there is a bad impact of the talisman, but Ding Zhengyi quickly adjusted his mentality, closed his eyes and thought about it, and then started a new round of practice.

In the next hour, the sound of "bang", "bang" and "bang" continued to sound in Ding Zhengyi's cultivation retreat.

Until the vitality in the dantian was exhausted, Ding Zhengyi's face turned pale and he stopped practicing the intermediate talisman seal.

In an hour of talisman making practice, he consumed more than twenty pieces of intermediate rune paper, and he didn't get a single finished fireball talisman.

The difficulty of the intermediate fireball talisman drawing was beyond his imagination, and while he wanted to perfectly control a large amount of vitality, he also had to be distracted and steadily attract the infusion of heaven and earth aura, although these were not beyond Ding Zhengyi's ability, but it would take countless exercises to master it.

With a long sigh of relief, and the impact of the failed talisman was dissipated, Ding Zhengyi opened the protective magic circle and walked out of the quiet room.

The purple bamboo forest at the entrance of the bamboo building is still luxuriant, blowing in the breeze, making a "rustling" sound, and the faint lotus fragrance between the nose is still so refreshing.

Taking a deep breath, he didn't have any sense of decadence at this time, but his fighting spirit was even more excited.

Because Ding Zhengyi always believes that only by overcoming one difficulty after another can we move towards new glory step by step.