Chapter 263 A Talisman

An Osmanthus Island is like being at the bottom of a big bowl, with the sea water being the wall.

All passengers are very likely to become the meals of those descendants of dragons.

It will be a long-lost feast.

The water below Osmanthus Island and the ferry has hovered still, and the surrounding area is surrounded by cold sights from Jiaolonggou.

The current situation is extremely delicate. Osmanthus Island is silent. There are resentments and complaints against Osmanthus Island, and there are also people who are confused about the disaster. Some people are silently making small calculations in their hearts. Each weighed his own amulet, trying to seize the chestnuts from the fire. Once he managed to survive to the end, not to mention the treasures in Osmanthus Island, but just grabbing a few corpses of Qi practitioners, it would be a huge fortune.

At the front, Aunt Gui, the steward who has been hiding her secrets, is hovering in front of the sea cliff, confronting the golden old dragon. The words are most likely the unique words of ancient dragons, which were called "the sound of water" by scholars at that time. As for why Aunt Gui is proficient in this word, and why she dares to go deep alone and confront many dragons alone, the passengers on Osmanthus Island have already Too lazy to think deeply, I wish that this plain-looking woman could transform into a monk in the upper fifth realm, turn the tide, and then lead Osmanthus Island out of this damn Jiaolong Valley.

The woman seemed to be having trouble communicating with the golden dragon. She was suppressing her hard-earned anger, and tried to keep her tone calm, and said slowly: "Isn't there any way to turn around? According to records, the Fan family only helped you drag back the corpses of Buyu's dragons, as many as twelve. Over the years, as long as they pass through your Jiaolong ditch, the Fan family's ferry boats will inevitably drop a lot of them. Silver foil origami, as a tribute to your clouds and rain, will never be missed..."

This old dragon covered in golden scales has eyes as big as dustpans. , eyes full of indifference, "Rules are rules. If you can ignore the rules, how can there be this Jiaolong ditch in the world?"

What else does Aunt Gui want to argue and explain? The golden old Jiao She raised a paw and pressed it hard into the water. For a moment, the water surged and the wind blew violently. Aunt Gui, who was standing against the wind, felt a burning pain on her cheek from being slapped by the oncoming wind and waves. However, she did not reach out to stop her from the beginning to the end, let alone rely on The magical power of the Earthly Immortal Realm was used to dodge, but he could only bear the anger of the old dragon this time.

Old Jiao sneered: "Someone deliberately framed you on Guihua Island. I am not blind, so I can see through it at a glance. But the rules are the rules. You on Guihua Island don't know who you are, so you made the ferry guests Using the Dragon King basket without permission breaks the rules between us. Madam Gui, you can leave alone, but all the remaining people on the ferry must die here."

Aunt Gui shook her head and said: "I will not abandon them."

Old Jiao's eyes were full of cold sarcasm, and there was also a kind of Similar to the fiery eyes of a gourmet looking at delicious food, one is cold and one is hot, appearing alternately, "I know, that's why I said this. Mrs. Gui, do you know that every time you pass by my head, I must abide by it honestly I have to follow the rules and not eat you. How much perseverance does it take?”

Aunt Gui finally asked: “No need to talk?”

The golden old dragon slowly moved its body as long as a mountain ridge, with two dragon whiskers slowly dragging in the clear water. The precious light flowed, and it glanced not far behind the woman. A small boat, the boatman on board had been killed long ago. The boat passenger was a man with sinister eyebrows and stern eyes. He seemed to be timid and looked around. He was carrying a small basket in his hand that looked like a cricket cage. It was made of ivory and was cute and cute.

After being captured, a young dragon, which was originally six to seven feet long, shrank in size like a loach in the Dragon King basket, flopping and struggling in it, constantly making whining sounds.

The old boatman who was punting the boat for Jinsu and Chen Ping'an at that time was now standing on the water next to the man's boat, guarding him tightly and never allowing the culprit to escape.

As for why the old man Zhouzi, whose real identity is the resident Jindan on Osmanthus Island, did not decisively snatch the Dragon King Basket, there are two reasons. He looks like a wretched man with a deer head and rat eyes, but there is a flying sword around him. Surrounding it slowly, the sword is one foot long, and its entire body is like ink. Thick black smoke is constantly pouring out. The lowest level should be that of a Dragon Gate sword cultivator. Furthermore, Old Man Zhouzi was afraid that this villain would not stop doing anything and would directly destroy the Dragon King basket and the young dragon together. Then the entire Osmanthus Island would really be buried with this guy.

Lao Zhouzi asked the man why he did such a thing that was harmful to others and not beneficial to himself. The man who caused the disaster grinned and just looked at the surrounding scene without answering. Lao Zhouzi tried several times, trying to deduce from the man's few words that the person behind this person was Mr. Jiang who got off the boat halfway? Or is it the Ding family of Old Dragon City who is on the same page as the Fan family? It's a pity that the man always turned a deaf ear, cherished words like gold, and didn't want to say a word more.

Lao Zhouzi has nothing to do about this. He still needs to wait for the outcome of the negotiation between Mrs. Gui and the old dragon. If it is confirmed that they are really deadlocked, he can only beat the man in front of him first. Kill, try your best to snatch the Dragon King basket, Osmanthus Island can save one person from death! The Fan family's thousand-year-old family fortune must not be destroyed today, by the mouths of these remnants of criminals from ancient times!

Lao Zhouzi calmed down and no longer expected the strange man to speak, and asked calmly: "Do you think you can still run? Under the nose of that old dragon, Escape from this Jiaolong ditch?"

The unattractive man finally grinned and said: "Then let me give it a try?"

"This little basket It's worth a lot of Guyu money, I'll give it to you!" The man suddenly threw the low-quality Dragon King Basket high. It was probably a low-quality product mass-produced by a separatist force in the ancient Shu Kingdom. However, as time goes by, over the long years, the Dragon King Basket has become more and more rare after being searched, collected and destroyed again and again. The Dragon King Basket has almost become a rare existence comparable to the sword-raising gourd.

Old Zhouzi did not immediately reach out to pick up the Dragon King's basket to avoid being caught in a vicious plot. Instead, he used his spiritual energy to hover it in front of him. After taking a closer look, he became furious. It turned out that the man I don't know what tricks were used secretly, but the young dragon in the basket was already on the verge of death. His flesh and blood were blurred, his muscles and bones were exposed, and he was dying.

The man laughed loudly, his natal flying sword turned into billowing black smoke to protect his whole body, and twisted out a golden talisman with his two fingers, "I will toast you to the grave later, haha, just It's a pity that there is no sweet-scented osmanthus brew in the world..."

The golden light of the talisman flashed, and the man disappeared from the boat in an instant.

The golden old dragon with shining scales shook its head, and a dragon whisker whipped the sea water as fast as a long whip. It was clear that the dragon whisker hit the empty space near the body.

But the next moment, a figure, or two figures, slumped down from the sky above Jiaolong Valley. It was the sword cultivator who had sacrificed his talisman to escape from Jiaolong Valley. Even if that talisman is a priceless and priceless square-inch talisman, its rank is the second-class square-inch talisman in the world, and it can travel hundreds of miles in an instant, even if the person who gave it to him said it with certainty, those beasts in Jiaolonggou, There is absolutely no one who can stop this talisman. This sword cultivator believed that he had a perfect plan before he was alive. He threw the dragon king basket and the young dragon was about to die. Osmanthus Island and Jiaolong Valley were like two armies confronting each other. Mrs. Gui was pulling the strings. With Lao Jiao's attention and this golden square-inch talisman that was said to be able to dodge the sword of the Land Sword Immortal, he took the opportunity to escape from the battlefield. Why not?

The old dragon slapped another dragon whisker in the air, and a series of dull explosions like spring thunder sounded in the sea water.

For the golden elixir sword cultivator who was cut in half, one of his golden elixirs turned into powder in the air, and a large handful of golden fragments were scattered into the clear sea water of Jiaolonggou. , the smashing golden elixir, together with the two bodies, slowly sank together, causing countless dragons to surge towards the water. For a while, the waves surged like jackals fighting for food.

The sword cultivator will never settle his eyes until death.

How difficult is it for a Shanze cultivator with no foundation to become a Golden Core sword cultivator?

This person still thought that after this big deal was completed, he would have a strong family background.Find a good place with beautiful scenery and abundant aura, be the founder of the immortal sect, spread its branches and leaves, and be stable for hundreds of years. Learn from those immortal seedlings who have long been envied. Just concentrate on asking, and you will never have to do it again. This time the sword went astray...

After confirming that the Dragon King Basket had not been tampered with, Old Zhouzi gently held it in his hand, turned his head to look, and sighed, "Little guy, come here. What to do? You can't get involved in this disaster. If you're lucky, you can still see the hanging mountain. If you're not lucky..."

Lao Zhouzi did not continue to say these depressing words, even if they were the truth, since the war was imminent, it would be useless to say more.

After Chen Pingan took a sip of wine, he had pinned the sword gourd to his waist again.

Lao Zhouzi did not notice anything strange, nor did the woman who had been facing Lao Jiao with her back to Osmanthus Island.

However, there was a trace of amusement in the silver eyes with erect pupils of the golden old dragon. He did not expose the young man's little trick on the spot, just treating it as nothing. , it is worse than a cat teasing a mouse.

Chen Pingan asked: "Old senior, is the current situation on Guihua Island no longer bad?"

"It's so bad. Extremely."

Lao Zhouzi nodded, unwilling to lie on this matter, and said softly: "It is said that when the old dragon signed a contract with the ancestors of the Fan family, The realm is equivalent to that of Nascent Soul Realm Qi Practitioners. Natural alien species like Laojiao often practice extremely slowly, but once they climb to a high place, their real combat power is often much higher than the current realm, let alone a trench. Among the thousands of dragons, they are not weaker than the Immortal Family of a Zongzitou in Aquarius Continent. The key is that the old dragon is responsible for holding the battle, which is the most troublesome."

Chen Ping'an is a little bit. Helpless, "Old Jiao is at the lowest level a Nascent Soul Realm Immortal?"

Old Zhouzi nodded, wondering why the sword-backed young man in front of him, carrying a penny on his shoulder, asked this question.

Chen Pingan looked up at the golden old dragon in the distance.

The latter also looked at him, his silver eyes full of rich mockery, and he deliberately glanced at the sword gourd on Chen Pingan's waist.

Chen Pingan knew that Lao Jiao had seen through his little trick.

The mountain god Wei Bo, who personally handed over this "ginger pot", once said that a ten-level qi practitioner would not be able to see through the deception he used on the sword-raising gourd, but the old dragon in front of him could clearly see He is a ten-level immortal. In this case, Chen Ping'an's method of silently attracting the first and fifteenth grade students to transform into the body under the pretense of drinking must have long fallen into Lao Jiao's sight. Then Chen Pingan pressesOne of the trump cards at the bottom of the box has been exposed to broad daylight.

Old Zhouzi persuaded: "Little guy, let's go. Your youthful chivalry is very good, but it is destined to be useless, so why act like a hero? It is better to return to Osmanthus Island. Wait for that glimmer of hope. If you stay here, I will definitely not care about your life or death, so I can't say it will be a disservice. But with your current cultivation level, it is no different than sending yourself to death."

Chen Pingan took down the dragon pole, handed it to Lao Zhouzi, and explained: "Senior, this is a lock-cutting talisman that I have modified. It comes from a book called " "Authentic Alchemy Book", according to records, the complete talisman should have eight ancient seal characters. Before, you only had the four words "What is the matter" on the bamboo pole. In fact, you missed the rain master's order, and the cloud patterns on the talisman were also inconsistent. When I was young, I re-drawed this lock-cutting talisman."

The old man looked at it intently and was stunned on the spot. Then without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed the dragon pole passed down from generation to generation. , looked at it carefully, and rubbed the texture of the bamboo pennant talisman with the palm of his hand, "The real name is the lock-cutting talisman? It is missing the four words "Rain Master's Order"? The font of this talisman script, the cloud seal pattern, and the true meaning of overwhelming victory are indeed of high quality. They are both very tall. Young man, are you a Taoist from the Fulu Sect?" Chen Ping'an shook his head slightly.

I didn’t say that I was a martial artist. I just used pure Qi in my body to imitate Li Xisheng, a scholar from Fulu Street, and draw talismans in one go.

Old Zhouzi sighed and said: "It's a pity that we only have this one dragon pole that has been restored to its original appearance. If there are dozens of bamboo poles, all with this lock-cutting talisman, then Cooperating with a formation master who is proficient in Qimen Dunjia, maybe we can really frighten this Jiaolonggou. What a pity, what a pity!"

Aunt Gui has already retreated, look. After seeing the bamboo pennant, he was also a little surprised, but not as regretful as Old Zhouzi. He shook his head calmly and said: "It's useless. Although this talisman has a deep origin, it is often carved on a dragon-locking pillar or a sword. It is one of the tools used by the ancient gods to capture and flog guilty dragons. I only glanced at it briefly in the early years. It can indeed defeat the dragons. However, the old dragon is so advanced that he is no longer afraid of it. The material of these pennies is not high quality, and the writing and ink requirements of this talisman are also very high..."

After Chen Pingan handed over the pennies, he tried his best to secretly observe the old man. Jiao.

The latter's silver eyes seemed to reveal a trace of deep nostalgia, and he soon returned to normal, with two dragon whiskers floating slowly, shining brightly in the sea water.

Rumors for thousands of yearsThe magic rope made from the golden beard of the old dragon can be called a magic weapon among magic weapons.

Chen Pingan withdrew his gaze and suddenly said: "Aunt Gui, seniors, can you help me delay for a moment and a half, I have to draw a new talisman. If the two seniors have any other Just pretend I didn’t say anything, don’t worry, I will try my best to draw this talisman on my own.”

Chen Pingan’s voice was soft, but the perseverance in his eyes was moving. : "A very important talisman!"

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On Osmanthus Island, in the Gui Palace on the top of the mountain, a young Gui guest was standing on the roof, looking up in all directions. There was a worried old woman beside him.

The young man was wearing a bright yellow gown, which was inconspicuous at first glance. It was similar to Chen Ping'an's sword-raising gourd. An expert also used a superior blinding technique. If someone could break through it, If you look closely at Taoist techniques, you will find that the long gown is not made of silk or satin, but is made of countless yellowed bamboo pieces, delicately and skillfully woven. It is an ingenious workmanship. The bamboo pieces are thin but extremely tough. This garment is warm in winter and cool in summer, which is not surprising, and it can make the owner feel as if he is in a small cave paradise all the time, practicing intensively. This is the real masterpiece of the immortal family.

This robe is called "Qingliang". It is a famous robe from the Tianqing Mountain in Zhuhai Cave. It was once the favorite of a great dynasty monarch in the Middle-earth Divine Continent. After the fall of the dynasty, the treasured clothes were lost for a long time and were never worn by this young man.

The young man said in awkward Aquarius Island language: "Grandma Liu, even if the Hundred Miles Square Inch Talisman of Jindan Sword Cultivation doesn't work, is my Thousand Miles Square Inch Talisman also weak? "

The old woman sighed: "The old dragon's own cultivation level is actually not scary. He is only at the peak of Nascent Soul Realm. However, with the help of experts, this trench has been built like a small world. , it transformed into a saint and sat in it. Its combat power was equivalent to that of a Jade Purity monk, and it took advantage of the right time, place, and people."

The young man frowned and said, "What should we do?

The old woman smiled and said: "Young master, don't worry too much. Even if I risk my life, I will send you out of this Jiaolong ditch. But afterwards, you will remember the original route." Return, go to the colorful building on the cliff where the hydrangeas were thrown, and the self-registered number. They must not dare to neglect it. When the time comes, the young master can smoothly return to Aai'ai Continent and tell the ancestors about the matter. There will be a time when heaven's punishment will descend and raze this place to the ground to avenge me, an old woman."

The young man complained: "Grandma Liu, how big a deal is life and death? So light. I don't want you to die here. We still have to go home together..

The old woman's face was still calm, her eyes looked at the young man kindly, and she said with a smile: "It's also a helpless move. You can't be full of sorrow and crying in front of the young master, like this." I'm too old to do it, but I really can't do it. "

The old woman remembered something, glanced at a jade ring on the young man's hand, and said softly: "Young Master, remember to hide this close-knit object passed down from your ancestors. Don't forget to hide it. Easily take out the treasure inside in front of outsiders. Don't easily test people's hearts when you are away from home. One thing in the human heart is the least able to withstand scrutiny. ”

Speaking of this, the old woman’s dry and wrinkled face looked a little dazed. After all, all the old women in the world came from young girls.

The young man in bamboo clothes pointed to the small boat, "Grandma Liu, look at the young man carrying the pennant. He is about the same age as me. He is really powerful, courageous and handsome. ! He is much better than me. I will definitely find a master of painting to paint this scene later.

The old woman shook her head and said with a smile: "Don't imitate that young man's impulsiveness. Young Master, you are not a simple son of a thousand gold, a son of ten thousand gold. If you are in this Aquarius Continent, If something unexpected happened in the area between it and Posuzhou, it would be a big trouble. "

The young man said helplessly: "Grandma Liu, I have gone through many experiences, don't always treat me like a child? ”

The old woman smiled and said nothing.

Those seemingly dangerous experiences were never witnessed by an ancestor personally.< /p>

In fact, this time I went on a long trip. From Aai'aizhou I went to Juluzhou first, then south to Baopingzhou, Shengaozong, Guanhu Academy, Yunlin Jiangshi, and finally arrived at Old Dragon City, then continued south, landing in Tongyezhou. Both Tongyezhou in the north and Yugui Sect in the south visited. The young master almost entered the blessed land of Cloud Cave. There was no wind or rain all the way, but the old woman always wanted to I don’t understand why I am the young master’s retinue alone. Is it too hasty? A Nascent Soul Realm Qi Practitioner’s level is not low, but how valuable is the young master’s status?

Just like this time when Jiaolonggou was in danger, if a Jade Pu Realm sword cultivator were to guard the young master, the young master would not have to frown, let alone be frightened, he would just have to watch the fire from the other side.

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There is a small pavilion outside an ordinary house halfway up the mountain on Guihua Island. A pretty young woman was sitting among them, wearing a short blouse and long skirt with a colorful ribbon tied around her waist. Facing this inexplicable disaster, she had an angry look on her face and was very angry with the old Longcheng Fan family. But I still had the patience to finish brewing the tea and drinking the tea.After putting away the tea sets, she began to think about countermeasures, but when she saw the tragic scene of the Jindan Sword Cultivator's death, she felt a little discouraged. It was probably a dead end.

The woman had a sad face, tapped her fingers on the table, and murmured to herself: "There is no reason for you to be so unlucky. I even had a fortune telling for myself in Old Dragon City before I turned it down. Shan Guihua, the choice of Osmanthus Island is logically right. You should make a fortune or two along the way. How could you die here?"

The young woman stood up and tiptoed. , came to the top of the pavilion, condescendingly, and suddenly had a wide view. She swallowed, slowly changed from standing to squatting on the roof, and began to calculate the evolution with her fingers, "Is there an expert hiding in it, or is the person who breaks the situation yet to appear? ? In short, it will definitely not be a dead end, absolutely not... Let me count you, the woman who can confront the golden old dragon, yo, it turns out that you are Osmanthus Island, strange, the one who broke the situation. , It's still not you..."

"Let's take a look at this secretive ferryman. Huh? He is actually a Qi practitioner who fell back from the Nascent Soul Realm to the Golden Core Realm? The injury has not healed yet. He is worthy of being an old boatman with stories, but you can't break the situation..."

"As for this young man who is not afraid of tigers when he is a newborn calf, forget it and carry it. Just holding a pennant, tsk tsk, but also drinking? You like to show off too much. You really think you are a swordsman in the upper five realms. You are so stupid... In this case, the key to breaking the game is that there is a god standing idly by on the mountain. ? Just wait for the old dragon to relax, and then give it a fatal blow? Let me do the math, there is really an expert who deliberately conceals Qi, but it's a pity... not yet! p>

The woman scratched her head with both hands, her cheeks were red, she was obviously a little restless, the hairpin in her bun was crooked for a while, and her black hair was messy.

“Don’t panic, don’t panic. Master has said that any general trend in the world always hides a ‘one’ that evolves all things. Even the Taoist ancestor has been pursuing this word. The real dragon is like this, the real mystery of Lizhu Cave is like this, the Sword Qi Great Wall is still like this, it’s all like this..."

This young woman lost her mind. At that time, Jin Su, the sweet-scented osmanthus girl from Guimai Small Courtyard, happened to turn her head three times with one step. Looking back, she saw the dangerous confrontation between her master and the golden old dragon. She saw the old Zhouzi man who was probably the golden elixir monk of Guihua Island. Of course, She also saw the young man carrying a sword who was rowing forward and running to cause trouble. Jin Su knew that she should not resent the young man who stepped forward, but for some reason, her annoyance with the young man became more and more intense, so much so that it seemed as if she had been tortured today. All the disasters she suffered must be attributed to this guy, so that she could feel a little better.

Jinsu didn’t want to think too much, let alone admit that the reason why he was so angry was not because the foreign guest named Chen Ping’an did something bad.No, it was precisely his "intention to have his own way" that invisibly brought out her cowardice. She didn't even have the courage to stand beside her master, and master and disciple stood side by side.

On the thin line between life and death, some people are greedy for life but afraid of death. They judge the situation and take refuge and retreat;

For young people who are just starting out on the road to eternal life, one may not be wrong and the other may not be right.

On the sea outside Osmanthus Island, two small boats were anchored next to each other.

Lao Zhouzi tried to persuade him several times to no avail, and deep down in his heart, he really didn’t want to watch this young man die here, so he became a little annoyed and said angrily: "Since Mrs. Gui said After seeing how powerful the old dragon is, what are you doing here?"

The woman smiled bitterly and said: "We are surrounded by so many enemies that we have no chance except death."< /p>

The old man suddenly whispered: "Mrs. Gui, you must live, the Fan family..."

The woman shook her head, "I mean Decided."

She turned to look at the young man and asked softly: "Chen Ping'an, is that talisman really important?"

The woman took a deep breath and said, "Anyway, the matter has come to this, so what else can be done. The old dragon was so determined that he didn't care about our feelings. He suppressed me with the word "rules" everywhere. There must be demons in impermanence. If Chen Pingan is willing to do something, then do it. It will not be difficult for the two of us to help you delay for a while."

Chen Pingan immediately sat down. In the small boat, with his back to the golden dragon, he connected with Feijian Shishi, who was a square-inch creature, and quickly slipped out a piece of cyan talisman paper from his sleeve, which looked like a page torn from a sage's book. Chen Pingan held a small snow cone in his left hand and breathed a sigh of relief. But when the writing brush with "spirited writing" stretched out to the talisman paper, Chen Pingan was shocked in his heart. The tip of the pen seemed to be in the heavy snow season, and the feet of pedestrians were deeply trapped in the snow. The snow is hard to move!

Chen Ping'an's pure martial arts energy was cut off immediately!

Chen Ping'an has never encountered this situation before when he wrote the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman and the Yang Qi lamp-raising talisman on golden talisman paper several times before.

Chen Pingan was pleasantly surprised.

Would rather suffer internal injuries to his body and shake his soul, Chen Pingan still took a breath of fresh air, his arm sank, and the tip of the small snow cone kept moving towards the page and talisman paper.

You can do something, but you must ensure that it does not make the situation worse.

In HuangIn front of the dilapidated temple in Tingguo, those young men and women in bright clothes and angry horses, acting chivalrously and righteously for the ancient road in their hearts, almost ruined the big event of the group of righteous Qi practitioners, and almost let the mountain fox demon who had been causing trouble for many years take the opportunity. Escape.

This is a lesson from good intentions leading to bad things.

If this premise can be guaranteed, Chen Pingan feels that he must do something.

At the Chenghuang Temple in Rouge County, Caiyi Country, the daughter of the county guard with silver bells tied on her hands and feet also came to help, because she always wanted to help, and every time she helped, it was It's good that she can do her best and be able to help Chen Pingan appropriately share the pressure.

It’s also a ferry, an Old Dragon City Osmanthus Island boat and a Dajioshan Kun boat.

This Osmanthus Island is the family property inherited by his good friend Fan Er and the Queen.

And on that Kun ship, there used to be two girls who got along day and night, named Chun Shui Qiushi. They were both very good girls. Chen Pingan always thought that they were so young, no matter they were Years and decades later, no matter how far apart we are, we can always meet again after separation.

Chen Pingan continued to increase the strength of his five fingers and arms, breathing in and out, and the sword energy circulated rapidly. This breath of pure energy that was overwhelming in the body must be fast and steady.

When the Qi is stable, the spirit is calm, and when the spirit is stable, the spirit is spiritual.

In the final analysis, thinking back to those days, porcelain firing and drawing was also a matter of stability, and only by a steady mind can one have a steady hand.

The tip of the small snow cone finally slowly touched the blue talisman paper.

A small point of light exploded instantly.

Just like the bright moon rising on the sea.

Chen Ping'an was indifferent to this, and was completely immersed in the lock-cutting talisman. He wanted to write eight words on the green talisman paper: What to do, Rain Master's order.

At this moment, the young man was sitting cross-legged in the boat, completely forgetting himself.

Facing an ancient book page, Chen Ping'an was holding a writing brush. He didn't look like a pure martial artist or a swordsman, but more like a scholar copying and writing in the mountains and rivers.

Whether this talisman will succeed or not will be discussed after I finish drawing it.

Just like the Mountain Shaking Fist, whether the boxing technique is good or not depends on practicing it a million times before deciding.

If he didn’t do something today, Chen Pingan would feel sorry for the boxing he practiced, the sword he learned, the wine he drank, and the many people he knew.