Um?

"No, the power is indeed weakened after forming the talisman, but it does not consume your own mana during battle. If you work harder, prepare more formed talismans, and save part of your mana at critical moments, you may be able to turn things around."

What Xie Qingyun thought was right, this is that despite the shortcomings of the finished talisman, it is still a must-have item for many Qi refiners.

He originally thought that the practice of talisman had come to an end, but he did not expect that he would still mostly fail in drawing the talisman from now on. Fortunately, he would succeed three or two times out of ten.

Another two days passed. On this day, he went to work as usual. The owner of the village, Cheng Daqian, suddenly ran to the accounting room and said respectfully: "Immortal, the master of the Taoist Academy wants to see you."

Huang Qiming? Why is he here again... Xie Qingyun just wants to finish the work quickly and go back to study the way of talismans.

He said without raising his head: "I'm busy, let him come here."

Not long after, Huang Qiming walked in, held his hands in reserve and said, "Fellow Taoist, we meet again."

"Sending a letter again?" Xie Qingyun finally looked up and found that there were letters in the other party's hand, and there were two letters.

"Yes." Huang Qiming tried his best not to let his smile get distorted. "This time, there are not only letters from Mr. Luo Shi, but also Mr. Mo. The Taoist Academy attaches great importance to this, and I am afraid that it will delay the important matters of you two, so I will personally

Sent."

He discovered that Xie Qingyun's cultivation level was already at the fifth level of spiritual energy, and he was even more certain that he had hidden his cultivation level.

What important thing can I, a laborer working in the accounting room of a silk and satin shop, do... Xie Qingyun said blankly: "Why did Lao Mo write to me too?" He suddenly remembered that the beggar was dead, and he was really just a clone?

Lao Mo!

Huang Qiming's cheeks twitched slightly, and his heart was filled with madness. Anyone who dared to call Mr. Mo this way in this world was either buried under the elm slope, or he was a giant who dominated the area.

He handed the letter over, trying his best to keep his hands from shaking.

Xie Qingyun took it over and looked at it. One letter was written "Personally, Taoist Brother Qingyun"; the other letter was blank.

He tore open a blank letter. There was only one piece of paper inside, and the content was very simple: "Young man Qingyun, I have a question that will be a test for you. A large family is rich, and on the night of their son's wedding, the treasure house was stolen.

, the guard guarding the treasure house disappeared, and his son was found dead in the treasure house..."

Are you treating me as a detective? Even if you are a detective, how you can solve the case with this little information is simply outrageous... Xie Qingyun was speechless, took out a pen and paper, and wrote in a swipe: I can't help.

When Huang Qiming saw such a concise reply, his shock became normal as he got used to it, and he put it away and waited for the second one.

"Brother Qingyun:"

"Foolish brother has been in seclusion for a few days, and has made some profits. After thinking carefully about the return of Taoist brother, his words are concise and concise, which coincides with the true meaning of swordsmanship, and he suddenly feels enlightened..."

In this world, Feihong also uses Feihong to pass down books? Isn’t it a Taoist school?

"When my father heard about his brother, he summoned his brothers to inquire carefully. They all told him. My father was very pleased and said that there is no better way to make friends than this. He was ready to reward me. Unexpectedly, my foolish brother failed to control his sword intention, so my father's love pampered me and my body and head were separated. Father

He was so angry that he was driven away with a rod..."

Being kicked out of the house again? This little brother of mine is such a naughty kid... When Xie Qingyun saw this, he first held a moment of silence for the unknown pet, and then smiled unkindly.

"A few days ago, I was drinking tea with my friends. I recounted the details of the Yunzhou case and the thrills of the Shendu battle. My friends and companions all said that my brother's style is rare in the world. I wish I could meet each other and talk about it. "If the sky is affectionate, the sky will also grow old.

"The right way in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life" is a wonderful line that has never been seen before. There is a man with superb diction who calls it "Seven Rules". We all admire the whole chapter and dare to ask Brother Taoist to give it to me."

The letter ends here.

Xie Qingyun was a little confused. It was true that these were seven lines, but the original work was written by a great man from the past. The first six lines were deeply emotional and had many allusions. The whole poem embodies the changes in the human world through the ages. The unparalleled ambition of having great achievements in hand is definitely not plagiarism.

It can be imitated by others, but I blurted it out because I was in love at the time; and it is difficult to compare in a different world. If I change it without authorization, not to mention disrespecting the great man, I don’t have the literary talent...

So he wrote back: This poem was not written by me. I came across it by chance, so don't worry about it.

Huang Qiming put it away and handed it over again: "Now that it's done, I'll take my leave."

Xie Qingyun thought about how hard he had worked to deliver the letter but had not confiscated his own expenses, so he quickly got up to send it off. Huang Qiming was flattered in his heart and very flattered. On the surface, he was still neither humble nor overbearing. When he arrived at the gate, he thought that he would have a chance to visit again in the future. If he was eager to show his intention to make friends,

It was too inferior, so he smiled lightly and handed over his hand:

"Fellow Taoist, stop, I'm leaving."

…

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Xie Qingyun’s part-time job career has reached its ninth day.

That night, after finishing all his work, he returned to his room to continue practicing drawing talismans. When he found that he had run out of cinnabar and yellow paper, he suddenly realized that if he continued practicing, half of his salary would be spent.

In fact, he had already advanced three hundred dollars, all of which was used to purchase the raw materials needed to draw the talisman.

"Money, money, money..."

Wealth is required for spiritual practice, so it’s no wonder that the word wealth is put first.

"According to Lao Mo's introduction, what I'm practicing now is just the introductory stage. If I want to advance in the future, cinnabar needs special materials, special talisman pens and high-end media. With my salary, I'm afraid it's not even a talisman

I can’t even afford a pen…”

"We can't continue like this. Once Xie Baoshu's ashes are returned to Xie's ancestral temple and my little brother's wish is fulfilled, I'll see if there are any ways to make money in Xijing."

After making up my mind and having nothing to do, I crossed my legs and entered meditation, breathing out my breath for the first time in a long time.

The consciousness is sinking, and the chaotic world is still dim and elusive. Only the numerous mountain peaks are climbing up one layer at a time. This is the only one that can be seen. Maybe it has never truly broken through the sixth level, and the peaks above are also hazy.

Not real.

The highest point is like connecting to the sky, and above it is the sky.

Xie Qingyun still can't forget the experience of opening the Tianmen and looking inside, which made him long for higher stages of cultivation. Such as climbing the stairs at the third level, coming to the fourth level, or even the second level, the third level...

This desire is like a seed sprouting.

The cloud waves lingered on the fifth floor, suddenly becoming vigorous.

On a whim, he performed breathing techniques, and the cloud waves became abnormally turbulent.

At the level of the present world, I can only see clouds covering his body, and his appearance is solemn, like a banished immortal coming to the world. Between his mouth and nose, there is an inexplicable flow of energy circulating back and forth, and suddenly he hears the sound of the tide, as if a layer of membrane has been broken...

I saw with my mind that the cloud waves were moving smoothly up to the sixth floor, and suddenly they had occupied the high ground.

Everything falls into place.

He opened his eyes, and there was no surprise. Tianji Umbrella's feedback had actually pushed his cultivation to the edge of the sixth level, and he was just a step away.

But a breakthrough is always a happy thing. He was just about to find a friend he knew well to go out for a drink when he suddenly heard the sound of gongs ringing outside, followed by a scream:
Chapter completed!