After coming out of Wang Ziming's bedroom, Tan Jiajia was filled with doubts.
Why do monsters attack humans?
Because of the intimidating power of the "Monster Hunting Alliance", when she was in a world full of monsters like Penglai Island, no monster dared to attack her.
What's more, this world is still the base camp of the Demon Hunting Alliance.
Abnormal, so abnormal.
At this time, Zi Tong came over and interrupted her meditation: "Is he asleep?"
Tan Jiajia came back to her senses, looked at Zi Tong who was a few steps away from her, and nodded: "Well, I'm just a little uneasy, I guess I was scared."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Ziming's shouts came from the room.
The two quickly opened the door and walked in. The other party was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, sweating profusely on his forehead, and murmuring incessantly.
It looked like a nightmare.
Zi Tong waved his hand and cast a calming spell on him. Wang Ziming, who was originally plagued by nightmares, immediately calmed down and fell asleep peacefully.
Seeing this, Tan Jiajia took a breath and followed Zi Tong out quietly.
She closed the door gently, looking like she was about to say something.
Zi Tong glanced at her and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Uh..." Tan Jiajia paused and said. "Why don't you just erase Xiao Ming's memory like you did before?"
Zi Tong didn't say anything, but pointed at the wall that had been torn down beyond recognition.
Tan Jiajia was ashamed.
I originally thought he was planning something more sophisticated, but who knows, he just simply didn't want to build the wall.
Zi Tong didn't care what she was thinking, he took out a pen and drew a charm on Wang Ziming's bedroom door.
There was obviously no ink in the pen, but under his operation, it left golden traces on the door.
After painting this door, he went to paint other doors.
Not long after, all the doors in Wang Ziming's home were painted by him.
Tan Jiajia followed him and asked curiously: "What are you doing..."
Zi Tong glanced at her and seemed to remember something. He came to the wall again and said, "This is a defensive talisman. Remember it."
After saying that, he raised his hand and directly drew the same spell on the wall as before.
What? Does this start teaching?
Tan Jiajia was startled, and quickly concentrated on staring at Zi Tong's movements.
But the other party wrote quickly, and in just two or three seconds, a particularly complicated-looking spell was completed.
"Are you ready?" Zi Tong stopped writing and asked.
Tan Jiajia: "..."
After a while, she said dryly: "How about you draw it again and I'll record it and watch it slowly."
Zi Tong sighed slightly and shook his head: "Rotten wood cannot be carved."
Then, he stretched out his hand and covered Tan Jiajia's head.
Tan Jiajia felt a heat on top of her head, as if something was desperately trying to get inside.
The next second, she felt a splitting headache. This pain was comparable to the feeling when Wu opened her spiritual root. It was as if someone was opening her skull with an electric drill.
But Zi Tong didn't speak, and she gritted her teeth and persisted without saying a word.
Tick-tock——
Big beads of sweat rolled down her face and dripped on the floor.
It seemed like a century had passed before Zi Tong took his hand back and said with some relief: "Perseverance is good, not too bad."
The severe pain in her head disappeared, and Tan Jiajia breathed a sigh of relief.
Her clothes were wet, and the night wind blew through her, giving her a chilling feeling.
Before Tan Jiajia had time to ask what the other party was doing, she heard Zi Tong speak:
"Since you want to practice Taoism, you must first learn how to draw talismans. I have passed on all the talisman drawing techniques I know to you. As for how much power you can exert, it depends on your own ability."
Hearing him say this, Tan Jiajia was immediately overjoyed.
She looked through the memories in her mind, and sure enough, there were many more spell tutorials that didn't belong to her.
They are divided according to combat, treatment, defense and other categories.
If you look closely at each type, you can find the reappearance of scenes that Zi Tong painted before.
It's like watching a video, a true beginner's tutorial.
These are the savings of the thousand-year-old monster in front of him over the years. Compared with them, the injuries Tan Jiajia suffered before are not worth mentioning at all.
After receiving the true message, she quickly walked to the table, picked up paper and pen, recalled the steps of the talisman that Zi Tong had just drawn, and drew them on the paper according to the script.
I originally thought that this time it would be absolutely foolproof.
What she didn't expect was that the talisman born from her writing and the talisman in her memory were completely different. The gap was as big as the buyer's show and the seller's show.
Tan Jiajia couldn't help but stare at Zi Tong suspiciously.
Zi Tong looked serious: "I have already said that I have taught you the method. How far you can achieve it depends on your own strength."
Tan Jiajia said she couldn't say. She originally thought she got the answers to the test paper, but she didn't expect that what she got was actually the answers to the experimental exam.
However, it is better than nothing. As long as she practices diligently, I believe she will become a master of talismans soon.
Thinking of this, Tan Jiajia couldn't help but get excited. Her eyes were crooked, like crescent moons hanging upside down in the sky.
When Zi Tong saw that her emotions and sorrows were all written on her face, her eyebrows softened a lot and she said:
"There are rules between each talisman. If you have nothing to do, you can look at them more and find the rules between them. This will be good for your practice."
"Uh-huh."
Tan Jiajia nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.
Then she saw Zi Tong handing her the pen he had used before: "This is the magic weapon used by the ancestor. After her true body died, I have been keeping it. Now I will give it to you."
"Ancestor's magical weapon!" Tan Jiajia quickly took it and looked at the pen carefully.
The length of the pen was the same as that of a writing brush, but the body of the pen was thicker, about two fingers wide.
The pen holder is carved from white jade, with a red silk thread tied to the tail, and the tip of the pen is made of brown brush.
Although it has been through for thousands of years, it still looks like new, presumably because the person who holds it has always cherished it.
Tan Jiajia held the pen of her ancestor, remembered something, and asked: "I remember hearing my father say this. Thousands of years ago, this ancestor ascended and became a god."
"Yes, the ancestor was the only one who attained enlightenment and became a god after the death of all the gods. At that time, it was she who relied on her own strength to gather all the capable people in the world to fight against the evil spirits. If she were still here, your family would not have declined. That’s it.”
Speaking of the ancestor of the Tan family, his first master, Zi Tong's heart was full of admiration, and his words were full of praise.
But Tan Jiajia rarely calmed down: "Then how could such a powerful person fall so quickly?"
Zi Tong kept speaking, and the expression on his face disappeared instantly:
"I also have doubts about this matter. Because I did not go to the battlefield with her, but stayed at the Tan family. Therefore, I don't know the specific situation. When I heard the news and rushed over, I just I saw her usual magic weapon left there."
