After returning to his residence, after meditating for more than ten minutes, Mo Huai took out the yellow table paper and cut it into long strips, spread them on the desk, then took out the inkstone, adjusted the cinnabar, picked up the arctic wolf pen, and was ready to start trying to draw symbols.

In this world, there are six grades and eighteen levels of runes, which are six grades: magic runes, spirit runes, treasure runes, immortal runes, divine runes and holy runes, and each product can be divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower.

Keeping his mind as clear as a mirror, Mo Huai began to write the luck rune, and the first thing he began to try to draw was the lowest-grade magic rune.

The Divine Walking Talisman, as the name suggests, is a talisman that can make a person as light as a swallow and walk as a fly, which is very useful in low-level battles.

A large number of horizontal and vertical strokes, dots twisted and twisted, flow out smoothly like a stream under the end of the pen, forming a complex and cumbersome symbol, which in turn is combined to form more complex symbols.

Wisps of invisible energy rippled on the end of the pen, and then submerged into the symbols and calmed down.

Mo Huai, whose face was solemn, sketched one stroke at a time, and a talisman had just been drawn about a third, and suddenly as his brows froze, the talisman paper spontaneously combusted without wind.

Seeing that the rune paper turned into ashes under the pen, Mo Huai couldn't help but shake his head a little helplessly: "Although I have inherited all the memories of the Qingfeng Shangxian, including some memories of experience, it is still the first time for me to contact the drawing talisman, and it is difficult to truly and completely integrate it." It seems that there is still a lot of practice. ”

After speaking, Mo Huai, who closed his eyes and meditated for a while, opened his eyes and continued to draw talismans. This time, Mo Huai's talisman was about to be completed, but because of a slight mistake, the entire talisman was scrapped and spontaneously combusted.

It wasn't until Mo Huai's third attempt that he finally succeeded in drawing a low-level magic talisman.

Next, Mo Huai began to try to draw other symbols. Basically, after one or two failures, you can successfully draw.

More than two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and Mo Huai drew a total of three Divine Walking Talismans, three Vajra Talismans, three Sluggish Talismans and one Divine Fire Talisman.

Among them, the Divine Fire Talisman had already reached the spirit rune grade, and Mo Huai had failed seven or eight times in a row, and most of the true yuan mana in his body had been consumed before he finally succeeded in drawing it.

Three days later, at around two o'clock in the morning, Mo Huai, who was immersed in cultivation, suddenly frowned and opened his eyes.

Standing up and looking at the dark night in the distance, Mo Huai, who hesitated slightly, jumped up from the balcony and disappeared into the night like a gust of wind.

On the quiet street, Mo Huai, who fell from the sky like a ghost, looked at a man who was scolding and scolding in the Ah Zhen bun shop with the lights on not far away, and without hesitation, he stepped forward to stop him, kicked him to the ground, and then dragged him into the bun shop like a dead dog.

At this time, the store was in a mess, the flour was scattered all over the ground, the proprietress was squatting on the ground with her hair messy, her arms were folded and her head was buried in low sobs, and the buttons of the floral T-shirt were two off, revealing a piece of white flowers on her chest, and the fairy went through a struggle. A little girl who looked to be six or seven years old sat on the ground in a daze, with a hint of horror in her eyes, it was Wenwen, the daughter of the proprietress.

"Oh, who are you so special, let go of Lao Tzu!" The man who reacted scolded and scolded, causing Mo Huai to frown and throw him on the ground with a slight impatience, raising his leg is a kick, kicking him hunched over like a shrimp, his face was red but he couldn't even scream.

The proprietress who raised her head when she heard the movement couldn't help but show surprise and panic on her face when she saw the miserable appearance of her bastard husband.

"Are you okay?" Mo Huai stepped forward to look at the proprietress and asked, a slightly cold voice, but it made the proprietress feel inexplicably warm in her heart.

The proprietress who shook her head lightly looked at the man who was struggling silently in pain on the ground, a trace of complexity flashed in her eyes, and then she looked up at Mo Huai and said, "I'm fine, you can let him go!"

"Let him go, you have to think clearly, if I let him go, he won't necessarily let you go," Mo Huai Zhengse looked at the proprietress and said.

Hearing this, the proprietress turned her head to look at her daughter Wenwen, who was sitting on the ground not far away, a trace of pain and sadness flashed in her eyes, and she was slightly silent before she looked up at Mo Huai again: "But he is Wenwen's father after all!"

"Okay!" Mo Huai, who nodded lightly, didn't say anything more, turned around and came directly to the man's side, stretched out his hand to grab him, and dragged him out.

On the side of the road outside the bun shop, Mo Huai, who threw the man to the ground and gave him another kick, shouted coldly: "Get out!"

The man who got up from the ground in embarrassment stopped a taxi that happened to pass by, and got into the car like a rabbit, and when the car started, he couldn't help but shout and scold Mo Huai through the glass window: "Little white face, you wait for me, Lao Tzu will definitely make you look good!"

Mo Huai, who was silent when he heard the words, looked at the taxi that was leaving quickly, but the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer. The cries of a dying man, he really didn't need to pay attention.

"Wait a minute!" Just as Mo Huai was about to leave directly, an abrupt shout came from behind him.

Mo Huai, who was pausing slightly, turned his head to look, and saw that the proprietress had walked out of the steamed bun shop at some point, still holding the hand of the little girl Wenwen.

"Thank you. Thank you!" Seeing that Mo Huai was just looking at herself silently, the proprietress reached out and gently brushed the hair on her forehead before she said softly.

"It's a good effort!" Mo Huai, who said indifferently, looked at the stunned little girl Wenwen, hesitated a little before stepping forward, came to Wenwen and squatted down, and his deep eyes met Wenwen's dull eyes.

Under the suspicious gaze of the proprietress, Mo Huai slowly stood up after a while, and then turned around and left silently.

Looking at the back of Mo Huai leaving, the proprietress who opened her mouth finally closed her mouth with a slightly complicated expression.

"Mom.." And at this moment, a slightly hoarse and familiar immature voice made the proprietress look down in disbelief and looked up at her daughter who didn't know when, and then couldn't help but squat down excitedly, holding her daughter's little face with trembling hands and trembling and said: "Wenwen, you.. Are you alright?

Because of the frequent beating and scolding of the husband who can only eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, the daughter of the proprietress suffers from autism and has not spoken for a long time. The proprietress took her to many hospitals for treatment, but the effect was not very good, and she didn't expect to just look at the weak-looking young man tonight, and then she actually spoke. While being surprised and excited, the proprietress couldn't help but feel a little incredible, could it be that young man a savior sent by God?

Mo Huai didn't think about it so much, and helped the proprietress mother and daughter, but he did it easily, and he continued to cultivate after he went back.

The next morning, Mo Huai still went to work on time, but when he passed by the steamed bun shop, he was stopped by the proprietress and gave him a few steamed buns.

In the morning, Mo Huai was staying in the balance room of the unit to weigh the samples seriously, when suddenly a gentle voice came into his ears: "Xiaoyu, I started working so early, I am very diligent!"

Looking back, Mo Huai saw an intellectually mature beauty who looked like she was in her thirties, beautiful and dignified, wearing black-framed glasses, and had a very high-level intellectual temperament, and came behind him at some point.

Her name is Cheng Qiuman, and she is the director of the chemistry department who just took office in the first half of the year.

"I don't dare to be diligent, I don't dare to be diligent, I have to do it early and do it late, and I can do it early and relax," Mo Huai, who shrugged his shoulders and said, continued to be busy.