was about to return to his residence, and Zhou Shu's steps became more and more brisk.

At this time, he saw several blue-shirted cultivators gathered around his hut, as if they were arguing about something, and there were also children's cries interspersed, which was very noisy.

"Lord Cultivator, let's give two more days, and I promise to hand over the spirit stone next month. ”

A middle-aged man led a child and pleaded.

The blue-shirted cultivator's face was grim, "You still have to be lenient, you haven't paid the rent for three months, and everyone is like you, we can't do it in the city." ”

Another said, "You mortals, you think about meeting immortals all day long, but how can immortals be so easy to meet, and you can't do without spiritual roots." I advise you to go back to farming as soon as possible and raise your son, for he will suffer and suffer when he lives with you. ”

"Master cultivator, a few more days, I will be able to find it soon, my son must have a spiritual root, if he doesn't cultivate immortals, it will be wasted......"

The middle-aged man's voice became quieter and quieter.

Zhou Shu looked at a few people and was silent. This middle-aged man's name is Meng Da, and he lives next door to him.

Meng Da firmly believed that his son had spiritual roots, and brought his son to Qingxiafang City, wanting to bump into the fairy fate. It was also a coincidence that on the first day, I found a second-order spirit grass on the edge of the Qingyuan Mountain Range, exchanged a few spirit stones, and stayed.

After that, Meng Da became more confident, and wanted to gather enough spirit stones to find a cultivator for his son as a teacher, and even worship the sect.

But how could the spirit stone be so good, it was not easy for a cultivator to earn, let alone that he was a mortal. For more than half a year, Meng Da searched everywhere on the side of the Qingyuan Mountain Range every day, and almost lost his life several times, but he never found anything worth the spirit stone.

The law enforcement cultivators saw that he was sincere, and he stayed for a while, but now that three months have passed, it will not be in line with the rules of Fang City if he doesn't leave, so he can only be forced to leave.

Meng Da looked at a few cultivators and knelt down with a plop, "Cultivator, give me another month, I will definitely be able to find ......"

Several cultivators looked at each other a few times and shook their heads, "No. ”

Meng Da's complexion turned dark gray in an instant, as if he was dead. My seven- and eight-year-old son held his hand and shook it for a long time, but there was no movement.

"A few stewards, this spirit stone is his rent money this month. ”

Zhou Shu took out a low-grade spirit stone and handed it to the blue-clothed cultivator.

Meng Da was overjoyed, and hurriedly bowed to Zhou Shu, "Thank you, Lord Cultivator, thank you Gongzi Zhou." ”

Zhou Shu dodged sideways, did not accept this worship, and said indifferently, "Immortal fate is not so easy to meet, you should think about it." ”

The last spirit stone, it is useless to keep it, and sending it out is considered a good fate, and he won't think much about anything else.

Walking back to the hut and sitting on the futon, everything in the outside world had nothing to do with it, he lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, and put all his mind on the green cigarette pen in his hand.

A trace of spiritual power is injected into the pen body, circulating and flowing.

At the same time, his brain seemed to be running at full power, almost frantically.

All the information of the Cui Yan pen was entered into the brain without omission, and then a long time of calculation and deduction began.

Fast four days passed, and he finally opened his eyes, with a flash of inspiration in his eyes, full of confidence.

Zhou Shu spread out a blank sheet of paper in front of him.

Before drawing his first talisman, he had to draw a picture, test the talisman pen, and find out how he felt.

Holding the emerald smoke pen, spiritual power emerged from his hand, instantly divided into one hundred and eight extremely subtle spiritual power streams, and accurately wound around the flexible smoke cloud grass.

Each pen, thinner than a hair, has a very small drop of ink on it, and it does not interfere with each other.

The faint brushstrokes fall on the paper as gently as a river of water. One hundred and eight scratches, each going its own way, wandering like clouds and water, as if there was life, soon converged into a budding lotus flower.

The flower is closed, the spiritual power is withdrawn at the same time, and the cuiyan pen is as clean as washing, without a trace of ink remaining, and every cent is used on the paper.

Although it is just a painting and not a drawing, if anyone else sees this scene, they will definitely scream!

This kind of precise and perfect spiritual power control can really be described as terrifying.

Even a cultivator in the Foundation Building Realm, or even the Condensing Vein Realm, would not be able to use spiritual power to this extent.

And Zhou Shu, who was on the first floor of the Qi Refining Realm, used a discarded talisman pen to do it easily.

Looking at the lotus flowers that were as smart as living creatures and seemed to bloom at any time, Zhou Shu nodded with satisfaction, rubbing the pen in his hand, quite excited.

The cuiyan pen, which was discarded, was like the best magic weapon in his hand, like a finger and arm, so that the emperor could follow his heart.

"The previous foundation cooperated with calculation and deduction, plus the use of spiritual power and the emerald smoke pen, it should be no problem to draw the talisman. ”

Bang, bang-

Zhou Shu was about to draw a talisman, but heard someone knocking on the door.

When I opened the door, I saw a child of seven or eight years old standing in the doorway, with his hands behind his back, bending down to salute him.

Zhou Shu raised his hand, "Don't be polite, what's the matter?"

The person who came was Meng You, the son of Meng Da next door.

Meng You said in a low voice, "Brother Zhou, I'm leaving." ”

"Oh, are you going back?"

The expression on Meng You's face was a little strange, "No. My father met Immortal Yuan in the mountains two days ago, and an immortal master said that he would take me to the Sixi Sect to take the entrance test. ”

Zhou Shu nodded slightly, he didn't expect Meng Da to really bump into the immortal fate, as if he was destined to be in the vastness.

"My father wants me to cultivate immortals, and I must thank you well after I cultivate immortals, Brother Zhou. Meng You said very seriously.

"What about your father?"

Meng You's little face twitched slightly, and he couldn't tell if he was sad or emotional, "Father...... He fell off the cliff in order to pick spirit grass, was rescued by the immortal master, and died happily when he returned home. ”

"I see......

Zhou Shu was stunned, one gain and one loss, it really has his own number of days, no wonder Meng You has such a complicated expression, he has experienced great changes at such a young age.

"Brother Zhou, this baby is for you. ”

Meng You thought about it, and took out the hand that had been behind his back, holding a black thing in his small hand.

On closer inspection, it was a sturdy black beetle, the size of a palm, with a shiny carapace, a head with two horns, and tiny eyes that moved back and forth, as if there was a flash of inspiration.

Zhou Shu wondered, "This is?"

"I don't know what it is, I caught it when I went out to play last month, this is my most precious thing, Brother Zhou, you must accept it. ”

Meng You raised his little hand very high and desperately stuffed it into Zhou Shu's body, with a look that he would not give up if he did not accept it.

"Okay, I'll take it. ”

Zhou Shu took it, it didn't look like a valuable thing, but the child felt precious, and there was no need to make the child sad.

"Thank you, Brother Zhou. Meng You smiled innocently, bowed and turned to leave.

Zhou Shu threw the beetle into the house, and the beetle crawled on the ground a few times, and finally ran to the futon and lay down peacefully, as if asleep.

Zhou Shu smiled, didn't care about it, and continued to be busy with himself.