The poor ghost Jiang Ziya's house can barely shelter from the wind and rain, but it is not comfortable at all.

However, Zhang Ya is not a particular person, so he took out his sleeping bag and slept beautifully.

Early the next morning, Jiang Ziya came to Zhang Ya to thank him.

Xuanwu's saliva was naturally not ordinary, Jiang Ziya was smeared on the wound, and the swelling and pain were immediately eliminated.

Not only that, but the wrinkled skin that was originally soft and numb has also regained its youth and become tight and firm.

"Little friend, where did you get this potion, this thing is very strange, if it is sold into the market, it will be very profitable!"

I have to say that Jiang Ziya was a little stunned about doing business at this time, and he wanted to do business when he saw anything.

In order to dispel Jiang Ziya's thoughts, Zhang Ya hurriedly said that this potion was given by a nine-fingered beggar.

It was a snowy winter, and he was still a cute shota.

He went out to pick mushrooms in the mountains, but on the way he met a sloppy beggar and gave him a chicken leg, and the old beggar gave him a bottle of divine water.

Hearing that Zhang Ya had such an adventure and handed over such a precious potion to himself, Jiang Ziya was greatly moved.

This nine-fingered beggar is obviously an immortal senior, although immortals are not common in these years, but after all, it is not the end of the law era, and there are countless things for mortals to meet immortals and get immortal fate.

Jiang Ziya, who always felt indebted, hurriedly pulled Zhang Ya and wanted to invite him to breakfast.

"Can your wife agree?"

Facing Zhang Ya's soul torture, Jiang Ziya smiled wryly.

He took out an ink fountain, a peach wood card, and a cinnabar pen, and said to Zhang Ya: "Don't look at my brother, I'm down now, I can't hide it, I once learned art in Kunlun Mountain, and I am especially good at drawing talismans." ”

As he spoke, he began to draw the amulet in earnest.

I have to say that Jiang Ziya's business is very skilled.

Even though he went down the mountain for several years and even took a wife, this did not dampen his ambition to be a god.

Jiang Ziya drew the ghost drawing talisman three times and divided it by two, and put it on the tuyere to dry.

Zhang Ya began to brush his teeth and gurgle.

Obviously, this little dilapidated house did not have a sewer or anything, so Zhang Ya had to spit mouthwash and toothpaste foam at the door.

With a toothbrush in his mouth, Zhang Ya couldn't help but ask: "Old Jiang, I think you have the appearance of an immortal emperor, why do you want to be a charter man here?"

If it was replaced by someone from the same family, Jiang Ziya would definitely think that he was laughing at himself.

But Zhang Ya is just a "mortal", at least Jiang Ziya has checked it repeatedly, Zhang Ya is a mortal, so he must be sincere.

Jiang Ziya smiled bitterly: "My master Lu Wei once said, I learned the Tao too late, and my roots and bones are poor, if it weren't for my talent in playing cards, I wouldn't have accepted me as a disciple at all."

Even so, after forty years of learning the Tao, you can only get personal wealth and wealth, and you can't become an immortal......"

"Tsk...... The world is rich ......"

Zhang Ya looked up and down at Jiang Zi's tooth pulp, which was washed white and full of patches.

Jiang Ziya's old face turned red, and he was almost about to reveal the fact that the master ordered him to go down the mountain to be the commander-in-chief of the Pot Sect, but fortunately, reason made him shut up in time.

Zhang Ya patted Jiang Ziya's back.

Although Lao Jiang's clothes are a little worn, they are still very clean, just right to wipe off the foam on his hands.

Zhang Ya encouraged: "Your teacher said that you can't become an immortal, that's because he has eyes and no beads, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the old man to be poor, I believe you will definitely make a career." ”

Jiang Ziya laughed.

Although he didn't take Zhang Ya's words seriously at all, he was in domestic violence all day long, and he experienced a long-lost happiness by Zhang Ya's side.

"By the way, do you want to brush your teeth, it's a custom in my hometown. ”

Zhang Ya handed over a new toothbrush.

Jiang Ziya was amazed when he held it in his hand, this year, the person who brushed his teeth with a willow branch was already an aristocrat, and Zhang Ya's toothbrush was so well-made, Jiang Ziya was even more sure that the 'Zhang Ya' little friend he had newly met was from a big family.

After looking at it for a while, he returned the toothbrush to Zhang Ya and said, "It's a pity that my brother has no teeth anymore." ”

As he spoke, he pursed his lips nostalgically, a little nostalgic for the days of eating meat.

At this time, the talisman had also been dried, Jiang Ziya handed it to Zhang Ya, and said: "Wearing this thing with you can nourish the spirit, strengthen the muscles and bones, prevent external evil, punish evil and avoid retreat, and have all kinds of other wonderful uses." ”

"Oh?"

Zhang Ya stretched out his hand and took it casually, and as soon as the talisman touched his skin, black smoke bubbled up.

"It's!"

Jiang Ziya's eyes widened in disbelief.

This talisman of his own is made by the authentic talisman of Xuanmen, unless it is encountered by some great demon or peerless troll, it is impossible to self-destruct.

But this little brother in front of him, looking horizontally and vertically, is not a demon, how can there be a monster that can not leak a little demonic energy?

"Old Jiang, I'm going to talk about you, you can't do this business, do such a dangerous thing!" Zhang Ya threw the talisman away.

Looking at Zhang Ya's angry appearance, Jiang Ziya's heart was empty.

After all, since I went down the mountain and was busy doing business, I really haven't practiced my craft for a long time.

In addition, he was bullied by his wife all day long, and his self-confidence was destroyed little by little.

Of course, the main reason is that Zhang Ya is upright, elegant and easy-going, charming, and absolutely has nothing to do with demons.

In short, in the face of Zhang Ya's questioning, Jiang Ziya hurriedly admitted his mistake, feeling that he had indeed drawn the wrong talisman.

"Strange, I remember that the demon talisman was drawn like this?"

Jiang Ziya rubbed his white hair, looking puzzled.

He tried to modify it on the talisman.

"It seems like that...... Wrong wrong...... That's how it should be......"

Rumble!

Later, something called the detonation charm was born for the first time in Jiang Ziya's hands.

But just like most inventions came out, Jiang Ziya didn't see the value of the detonation charm at all, and he escaped from the explosion with a charred body, and a large part of his beard and hair were burned.

"Dead ghost, what are you doing?"

Ma's reprimand was heard in the distance.

Jiang Ziya hurriedly shouted: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just thunder on a dry day!"

Seeing Jiang Ziya so afraid of guilt, Zhang Ya felt that he needed to help him regain his strength and find the dignity of being a man.

"Actually, I know a thing or two about drawing talismans. ”

"It's also taught by the predecessors of the Nine-Fingered Beggar?"

"Mm-hmm, yes, I'm very talented!"

As he spoke, Zhang Ya picked up the rune paper and drew the ink fountain.

Unlike alchemy, Zhang Ya really knows how to paint, otherwise he wouldn't have painted a "true statue of Wu Yanzu" back then.

This time, he divided five by two, and a vivid picture of the Spring Palace appeared on the rune paper.

"Look, this is the duck amulet, if you hang it at the head of the bed tonight, it will have a miraculous effect, and the effect is even better with the Spirit Turtle Divine Water......"

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