In the quiet room, Xu Wen was drawing a talisman. Between the pen and the dragon and the snake, and the flowing clouds and flowing water, a spiritual talisman containing dozens of talismans was slowly taking shape.
Seeing that it was about to take shape, the talisman pen suddenly paused, and the dragon's flying and phoenix dancing suddenly came to a halt.
Seeing that the drawing of the talisman was about to be abandoned halfway, the Buddha's Refining Ghost Flag inserted behind him suddenly moved automatically without any wind, and a loud Zen sound suddenly sounded.
Hong Zhongda Lu, enlightening and enlightening, the foreshadowing that was originally useless suddenly took a new direction, and a turning point continued.
At the same time, the Moonlight Pure Heart Silk also casts rays of moonlight, and emotions such as fatigue and nervousness were instantly gone.
The pen is full of wind, without vines or branches, and the final stroke is completed steadily.
The next moment, the talisman pen suddenly made a series of crisp sounds and cracked into two halves.
This talisman pen was of very low grade. It had been used for so long and was almost at the end of its lifespan. It could have lasted for a few days, but it was scrapped on the spot just after being hit by his magic power.
However, Xu Wen didn't pay any attention to the foreshadowing of being scrapped. Instead, he stared intently at the spiritual talisman floating in the air. This was an entanglement talisman, corresponding to the eighth grade of the nine-grade Qi refining spiritual talisman.
After his magic power advanced, his ability to make talismans also improved to a higher level.
In the talisman-making world, there is a standard for judging talisman-making talent. Those with average talent can only draw talismans that are one level lower than themselves.
This is the case for Xu Wen. His talent for making talismans is average. Under normal circumstances, at the fourth level of Qi Refining, he can only refine the talismans corresponding to the spells of the first level of Qi Refining, which are ninth-grade spiritual talismans.
But now, under the influence of Vajra Chanyin and Yuehua Qingxinjuan, his talent has been raised to a higher level, and he has successfully drawn an eighth-level talisman.
A talented talisman maker can even draw talismans of the same realm as his own, which is something he can't match for the time being.
Putting away the entanglement spell, Xu Wen was very happy.
With the Heaven's Eye Precious Light Technique by his side, he doesn't need to rely on making talismans to earn spiritual stones, but the talisman making technique can be used as a means to keep him at a disadvantage, and it can have the final say at critical moments.
After putting away the magic talisman and preparing to buy a new talisman pen, a scene suddenly came to his mind. A short, dark-faced boy was slowly walking out of a house on Stone Street.
Even if this man turned into ashes, Xu Wen could still recognize him. He was the man who set up the stone gambling trap with Zhang Xing.
Xu Wen originally thought that the person monitoring him in this house was Lao Du or Zhang Xing, but he didn't expect that it was Zhang Xing's follower.
He called himself Sun Jun at the time, but I don't know if it was his real name or a pseudonym.
After looking around and finding nothing out of the ordinary, Sun Jun strode out of the city.
Although the reward given by the other party for spying on that boy in this ghost place was not low, he couldn't go out for more than ten days, which made him extremely depressed.
Sun Jun has no other hobbies, he only has two hobbies: Huang and gambling.
He and Zhang Xing set up a game to bet on stones, usually not opening for three years and eating for three years after opening, but he lived a very tight life and spent most of his spiritual stones on these two.
I made a fortune a while ago, but lost most of the money in the casino in the blink of an eye. I only have a few pitiful spiritual stones left in my pocket, and I can't go to any good places in the city.
Moreover, the girls in those places are not so obedient. It is better to go outside the city and become a real uncle.
As for Xu Wen's possible revenge, he really didn't take it seriously.
He is at the third level of Qi refining, and he has several powerful magic weapons obtained through deception and trickery. If Qingfeng City hadn't been unable to do anything, he could have taken down the opponent with force.
Moreover, that coward was so frightened that he didn't even dare to go back home. How could he dare to cause trouble?
He hurried out of the city gate and went straight to a splendid three-story courtyard. As soon as he entered, he impatiently threw a spirit stone and shouted:
"Where's Xiao Hong? Let her serve me, hurry up!"
…(These don’t look good, so I won’t write them down)…
After struggling for several hours and changing three people in a row, he reluctantly went out when it was already midnight.
The other party spent a lot of money. He is a person with professional ethics. He can vent his feelings occasionally, but he will not do anything without leaving his post.
Sun Jun stretched out and yawned several times, and Sun Jun couldn't help but beat his waist.
Although he was a monk and had an excellent physique, only the exhausted oxen did not plow the ground. Even after sitting down for the eighth time, the groom still felt a little sore in his back.
The shanty town was very quiet at night. Occasionally, a few passers-by would find someone swaying around, and he could tell at a glance that they were not easy to mess with and he would quickly run away.
The moment they passed through an intersection, an old man with a stooped body and some unsteadiness suddenly rushed from one side.
Unable to dodge, the opponent bumped into Sun Jun's arms.
With his eyes widened, Sun Jun was about to curse. The next moment, a dark green ball of air suddenly exploded in front of him.
The wood attribute spell in Qinghuang Gong, Poison Mist.
"Dry!"
He screamed, but quickly closed his mouth. A strange, sweet smell of gas went straight into his chest, and he instantly felt dizzy.
With a touch of his hands, two Emei thorns with cold light appeared in his hands.
But before he could take action, he felt his wrist tighten. A hunched evil ghost appeared on the ground out of nowhere and grabbed his arm.
Turning his hands, a dozen wooden thorns with faint cold light suddenly appeared on the old man's hands, and they swooped into his Xuanji, Yutang, Shanzhong, Zhongting, Shenzang and other acupoints. The strange mana mixed with toxins quickly spread throughout his body.
Sun Jun wanted to resist, but his magic power had been imprisoned. He wanted to cry out for help, but found that his mouth was crooked and he couldn't utter a single word.
"You... are despicable, plotting... poisoning..."
A few unwilling murmurs surged in Sun Jun's throat, and he felt extremely aggrieved and angry.
The opponent, who was more powerful than him, actually plotted against him and even poisoned him. This was simply ten thousand times more despicable than him who was making a tempting bet.
Glancing at him, the old man smiled coldly, then grabbed him and walked aside, muttering in a gentle voice:
"My dear grandson, why can't you drink this much and then it won't work? It's okay, grandpa will take care of you..."
Amidst the muttering, the two of them disappeared into the dim street and quickly disappeared.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning. If you are not a person with good eyesight, you will not see any trace of the two people's actions. You will only think that it is two drunkards and grandsons who staged a late-night drama to get drunk.
