Jiang Yunchen has returned to the confinement room.
This place is quiet, suitable for him to write slowly. As for Zhao Yisu, the eighth-level demon cultivator already has someone to deal with it, so he doesn't need to worry.
In fact, thinking about it, it was unnecessary. Even though he knew that there were Master Tingyun and Master Chengde in Yanyun Continent, he still rushed out immediately when he sensed the crisis, unable to restrain his subconscious reaction at all.
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Over at Mianxian Tower, Zhao Yisu had already led Qiu Zuo into the house as quickly as possible, closed the door, and set up a barrier to keep no one else disturbed.
Zuoqiu asked her: "Why is that eighth-grade demon cultivator chasing you?"
Zhao Yisu: "You have the nerve to ask? You are half responsible for this." She blamed the old man.
Zuoqiu had no intention of caring about that. The emergence of the eighth-grade demon cultivator was certainly shocking, but what did it have to do with him, an old man who was obsessed with drawing talismans and only wanted to train a successor?
So he sat down on the stool nearby and said, "Now draw a Tianji style."
This is time to check your homework.
Zhao Yisu grimaced, raised his fingers, spiritual power slowly overflowed from his fingertips, and began to draw.
When she was drawing talisman last time, she received the news that Jiang Yunchen was in danger through the horoscope. In desperation, her potential exploded, and she drew Tianji style (3) in one stroke. In fact, her real skills were very poor, and she was rusty after not practicing for a long time. , I stumbled and couldn’t draw it.
Zuoqiu sat aside with a dull face, his blind eyes tightly closed, and his eye sockets were somewhat sunken, but his consciousness was exquisitely locked on Zhao Yisu, not missing a single step.
Under such pressure from his spiritual consciousness, Zhao Yisu's hand in drawing the talisman became even more unsteady. His spiritual power trembled, and he immediately received a loud shout from the old man: "Stop!"
Zhao Yisu was so frightened that the pen flew up, destroying a blank talisman.
Zuoqiu breathed heavily, his beard fluttering up and down, trying to suppress his anger: "Then you draw Tianquan Style (4)."
Zhao Yisu knew how to draw Tianquan first, and she even felt that Tianquan Style (4) was several times easier than Tianji Style (3).
He raised his hand confidently and started to draw. As the brush strokes entered the second half, the confidence in his eyes gradually disappeared.
She found that she could not control her spiritual power, and she felt powerless. She knew how to draw steadily and accurately, but the spiritual power she sent out was intermittent, and there was an obvious feeling of pause.
Zuoqiu said angrily: "Look, how many geniuses have given up on their own egos. The last time they painted was okay, this time it was... nothing! Let's start from scratch and draw a Tianshu. Formula (1).”
Zhao Yisu's eyes were slightly wrong, and he held his right hand with his left hand, as if this would make the output of spiritual power more stable.
In fact, this is just a kind of psychological comfort. The effect of spiritual power input is essentially determined by the monk's ability to control spiritual power. Zhao Yisu knew that her only half inner elixir was starting to hold her back.
Drawing talismans is the most important knowledge in controlling spiritual power, and the spiritual power coming out of the fingertips needs to be soaked in the monk's inner elixir to be more even and pure. Now Zhao Yisu is like a person who can only use one chopstick to pick up vegetables. , No matter what, I can no longer achieve the flexibility of the two chopsticks before.
Sure enough, Zuoqiu saw the problem just after the Tianshu style had started.
This time he did not get angry, but directly probed his spiritual consciousness into Zhao Yisu's spiritual sea, trying to figure out whether there was something wrong with her body.
But the spiritual consciousness of his seventh-grade monk was actually blocked by the spiritual sea of a fifth-grade monk, and he could not detect anything.
Zuoqiu, who had become accustomed to Zhao Yisu being full of secrets, had no choice but to give up and pace anxiously back and forth in the room.
He didn't get angry or curse, but instead made Zhao Yisu feel that something was wrong with him, and he felt guilty for not living up to the expectations of his elders.
Thinking of Qiu Zuo sacrificing his eyes to lure out the three-legged golden crow in order to make her obediently attend class... Zhao Yisu said calmly: "Sir, I..."
"Shut up." Zuoqiu uttered two words quickly, still wandering around the room quickly, thinking about something quickly in his mind.
Suddenly he seemed to have figured out something and took out a stack of blank talisman paper: "From now on, you will only draw Tianshu pose (1), but I don't ask you to draw it to perfection. There is only one thing. You must persist in finishing it. . Even if the spiritual power is shaking very badly in the middle, you must persist in finishing the painting."
This is actually a very strange solution.
Because drawing talisman pays attention to the smoothness of the talisman pattern, any mistake in the middle will cause the entire talisman paper to be invalid. Under this premise, we must insist on finishing the talisman paper. In addition to wasting spiritual energy and getting a scrap, there is no benefit. No.
But Zuoqiu was resolute, and Zhao Yisu didn't want to refute him, so he started painting like this.
Half of the inner elixir caused her spiritual power to tremble obviously. No matter how many times she drew, it just created more waste paper. At the same time, the spiritual energy in her body was slowly being consumed and reduced.
It's just that her spiritual sea is seven inches wide, and with the support of the law of breathing, it is enough for her to continue to output spiritual power without running out of energy even when she only has half an inner elixir left.
Just like this, from sunset to sunrise, the sealed space was covered with talisman papers. Zhao Yisu's back was covered in sweat, but Zuoqiu still didn't shout to stop.
He looked at the talisman papers piled on the floor, and at Zhao Yisu who was still drawing talismans, and a fever began to rise in his heart - yes, teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, why hadn't he thought of it earlier?
Zhao Yisu is full of weirdness, and he must not use traditional teaching methods to deal with it. He wants to see her strengths and what makes her unique.
For example, she could never use up all her spiritual power - even though her spiritual power was beginning to become unstable, she could still draw thousands of talisman eyes all over the ground in one day and one night!
Thousands of them!
This is a defective product in the eyes of others, but Zuoqiu has studied the talisman array, and the defective talisman eye can play a role with the help of the talisman array. This is his unique skill!
"stop."
Zuoqiu shouted and once again scanned Zhao Yisu with his spiritual consciousness. Although she couldn't see the depths of the spiritual sea, judging from the speed of the spiritual energy running in Zhao Yisu's veins, it seemed that the spiritual energy in her body was sufficient, and there seemed to be no sequelae from the high-intensity drawing of symbols all night long.
"Okay, very good, good, good!" Zuoqiu said with surprise in his eyes as he stepped over the talismans on the floor.
Zhao Yisu thought to himself: Could this old man be too angry and go crazy again?
Looking at the floor again, he saw that all the talismans were guided by his magic, forming an obviously regular array along the steps he stepped on.
Then, Zuoqiu drew an unknown type of talisman paper in the air and held the talisman paper in mid-air.
A spell flew out from his fingertips and landed on the rune paper. The runes lit up instantly. Almost at the same time, various incomplete runes in the waste paper on the ground lit up one after another. In the blink of an eye, the floor became A galaxy and countless talisman patterns are floating on the floor. One after another randomly formed between the lines, wrapped in beautiful golden light, weaving a magnificent illusion of talisman patterns!
Zhao Yisu was stunned, half shocked by the beauty, and half shocked by the rich spiritual power contained in the runes!
The Tianshu style is obviously just a junior talisman eye. According to Zuoqiu, it is only an entry-level first-grade talisman paper. How can it have such a strong aura?
