Inside the cave mansion, Fang Nan looked at the disillusioned pale cyan light in front of him rather depressedly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After Gu Ci'an left Guanhai Pavilion, although he also said goodbye and returned to the cave mansion not long after, before leaving, he left a soul mark and attached it to the screen in the house.

Fortunately, Long Fu and Long Tao did not leave immediately, but sat down to taste the dishes that had not been touched before. Fang Nan was speechless, and he had been paying attention to the situation here all the way.

But after an obviously pretentious conversation, the dragon talisman didn't know what spell he used, cutting off the connection between himself and the soul imprint.

Shaking his head, Fang Nan got up and got off the stone bed, his eyes swept around the room, and slowly walked to the bookcase by the door of the stone room.

At this moment, there were dozens of scattered talismans of various colors on the bookcase, most of which were the simplest of the low-level spirit runes.

Not long after Fang Nan came out of the customs, he took the time to think about it many times, although he had not practiced it himself, but he basically mastered the skills of refining these kinds of spirit runes.

The difficulty of refining the Trapping Talisman was much higher than these, so Fang Nan decided to use these exercises first.

Gently patting the storage bag on his waist, the spirit pen made by the Snow Wolf Wang Hao immediately flashed out, Fang Nan lowered his head and muttered slightly for a moment, and then took out the ancient inkstone and a few ink ingots.

"You'll have to do it yourself......"

Fang Nan sighed, and casually offered a clear water talisman in his hand, with a "snap", the rune paper spontaneously combusted without wind, but the inkstone was instantly filled with clear water.

After pouring most of it, Fang Nan took one of the ink ingots and leaned on the inkstone.

According to the book "Introduction to the Fu Dao" found from the Lingyun Peak Library Pavilion, the spirit ink ingot is delicate and moist, full of light, excellent texture, and can be ground at an angle, and it does not have to be perpendicular to the inkstone body like the ink ingot used in the mortal world, and the four corners will not be shattered because of this, so the grinding speed is undoubtedly much faster.

Fang Nan looked at the ink ingot, rolled up the right sleeve robe slightly, and slowly put his four fingers on the ink ingot.

There is a lot of attention to grinding, Fang Nan has studied it for a long time, although it is the first time at this moment, he is also familiar with it, and it is quite easy.

Press and push lightly, go far and fold, add a little water again every moment, and then carefully control the force and press.

For a moment, the brightly lit stone chamber was as silent as night, except for the sound of ink ingots infiltrating and running on the inkstone.

As the daylight passed and the breeze blew, Fang Nan's mood gradually calmed down.

After about two sticks of incense, the ancient inkstone was finally filled with ink, Fang Nan smiled slightly, his brows stretched, glanced at the ink ingot that still had half of the ink ingot left in his hand, and put it aside.

Casually taking a blank rune paper, Fang Nan pondered for a moment before deciding to start with the simplest fireball talisman first.

With a flick of his fingers, a dust purification technique landed on his right hand, and his palm, which was still stained with ink marks, immediately turned white again.

Fang Nan took the spirit pen and pressed it towards the ancient inkstone, and the snow-white wolf was quickly stained with ink.

After a little recollection, the drawing method of the fireball talisman immediately swept through his mind, and after a few points, Fang Nan no longer hesitated, and gently lifted the pen and dropped from the top end of the blank talisman paper.

Holding his breath and concentrating, Fang Nan's gaze at the moment was extremely focused, and his divine sense gathered along his arm on the tip of the pen, and the continuous ink marks immediately meandered down the rune paper.

The pale cyan glimmer faintly revealed from the runes, and Fang Nan's eyes flashed with joy, but his right hand did not dare to stop for a moment, after all, after the last stroke, his wrist flicked, and he quickly picked up the pen.

Laugh at!

After he stopped, a wisp of green smoke came out from the rune paper, and in an instant, the entire rune paper flashed under Fang Nan's stunned gaze, and the flames around him flashed, and it turned into ashes in an instant.

"This ...... How could it fail?"

Fang Nan's face was a little ugly, and he frowned at the pile of ashes and muttered.

I clearly put down the pen according to the drawing method, and then the glimmer of light on the surface of the ink mark also shows that I did not make a mistake in the process, how can it be such a result in the end?

But this is only the first time, and it's not unacceptable.

After being depressed for a while, Fang Nan gradually regained his composure, and after looking at the spirit pen in his hand, he changed to a blank rune paper, and once again concentrated his energy and slowly put down the pen.

......

Laugh at!

Looking at a piece of rune paper that was annihilated in the fireworks, Fang Nan exhaled a long breath and smiled slightly: "It's just the second time, the so-called one has two, and then it's coming." ”

After it took a long time to calm down, Fang Nan's eyes froze, and he lifted the spirit pen again.

......

Laugh at!

Fang Nan brushed away the three piles of ashes expressionlessly and clapped his palms.

"It's not more than three things, come again!"

Concentrating and calming, Fang Nan finally entered a state of self-forgetfulness in the unity of body and mind, and immediately regained confidence, smiling and dipping the pen in ink.

......

More than an hour later.

"Fuck you!"

Fang Nan was furious, and smashed the inkstone on the stone wall, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and it was extremely rare to burst out of a foul mouth that only existed in his previous life.

After throwing the spirit pen on the table again, Fang Nan sat on the stone bed with a depressed face.

In an hour, he tried more than a dozen times, but the result was that he had lost all his efforts in the final pen, and each time he had to spend half a day calming his mind, and then he was aroused full of anger by the ending, and so repeatedly tossed, even if his temperament was calm, it was difficult to continue.

Glancing at the ashes that had accumulated over half of the bookcase, Fang Nan lay down with a bitter face: "Could it be that his talisman making talent has also been banned like the spirit root?"

His body was paved with a "big" word, and after relaxing for a long time, he still couldn't extricate himself from the series of failures just now.

According to the "Introduction to the Talisman", the probability of success of novice talismans is extremely low, and they may not succeed once in five times, Fang Nan was quite unimpressed when he first read this, thinking that those monks did not study deeply, so that they made frequent mistakes when they did it themselves.

After all, he had a life history of more than 30 years in his previous life, and he was also instilled with various learning skills when he was a teenager, so after easily mastering the method of talisman making in the classics, he thought that the success rate of his first practice of talisman making was much higher than that of ordinary monks.

However, now, only three of the twenty spare blank spirit runes remained, and he didn't succeed even once.

Although the price of the blank spirit rune is not high, but so many also need five or six spirit stones, if you still maintain such a success rate in the future, after you successfully make hundreds of trapping talismans, let alone earn spirit stones, even if you put all the thousand spirit stones that Gu Ci'an handed over to you, it is not enough.

After lying on the stone bed for half an hour, Fang Nan barely sat up straight, got up and returned to the bookcase.

Frowning at the spirit rune placed aside, he was silent for a moment before sighing softly.

"It seems that I can only try it with soul power......"