break the way [comprehension]

Du Ziteng sat blankly in front of the table, from the moment he opened his eyes to this world, after the Geng family's countless insults, if there was anything that made him feel that this world still had color and interest, it was a talisman.

As if he was born with it, those mysterious lines and the secrets between complicated structures are so novel and interesting in his eyes, and he never finds boring symbols to others, even in the eyes of others, simple and meaningless Together with the talisman, he can also dig out the profound meaning that points directly to the end of the road.

But what if he can no longer draw symbols?

Du Ziteng looked down at the wreckage of the talisman pen on the talisman paper. Could it be that he wanted to give up the way of talisman and learn how to swing swords like the sword cultivators on the sword training ground, and the alchemy cultivators in Danjia Academy to make alchemy?

Suddenly, Du Ziteng laughed, laughed loudly, laughed wildly, and laughed long into the sky.

So he is still Du Ziteng? !

This innate ability to draw talismans is originally a gift from God. If God wants to take it back if he is unhappy, it depends on whether he agrees or not, Mr. Du!

If [-] hours is not enough, it will be [-] hours, [-] hours, and [-] hours. He can always get back the ability to draw symbols!

Du Ziteng's panic-stricken appearance had already become calm and calm. He took out the second spare talisman pen, spread out the talisman paper, and started drawing talismans again, just like the first talisman he got in this life by being kidnapped from Jian Ling'er in Geng's house As with the pen, I began to outline the first line piously and earnestly.

failure.

Painter.

failure.

……

What would you do if one day your proudest talent disappeared?

Sweat gradually dripped from his forehead, but Du Ziteng's expression remained the same, focused, drawing the doomed talismans one by one, until he suddenly felt his eyes darken, and the talisman in his hand tilted, drawing an ugly line on the table.

Du Ziteng closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Only then did he realize that he had consumed too much spiritual energy. At this moment, the spiritual energy in his meridians was exhausted, and his body was already protesting.

He put down the talisman pen, began to meditate with his eyes closed, and recovered his spiritual power. It was still an incomparably simple method of entraining qi. The traces of spiritual energy rolled through the meridians like a trickle, and slowly flowed into the dantian until the spiritual power circulated for 36 weeks. Du Ziteng suddenly felt that something was not right.

Usually at this time, the spiritual power has already recovered, why today... the dantian is like a bottomless pit?

Du Ziteng interrupted his meditation and stood up with a frown.Suddenly he picked up the talismans on the table and began to observe them intently. Just now he was in a turbulent mood, and he was only obsessed with going backwards, but forgot to explore the reason. It really shouldn't be.Sure enough, the failure of these talismans was all due to improper control of spiritual power.

Thinking of the abnormal spiritual power in his dantian just now, Du Ziteng suddenly snorted coldly, and then under the communication of his spiritual consciousness, a small black wooden stick reluctantly appeared in his hand.

At this time, the broken firewood still looked so inconspicuous, but why did Du Ziteng feel that this guy was not as broken as when he picked it up? ? ?There used to be some bumps and hollows on the top, but now it seems that it has gradually become less rough.

Du Ziteng immediately closed his eyes and used his spiritual power again. After a week, he opened his eyes again.

Then, Du Ziteng put the broken firewood on the table, with an uncertain expression on his face.

In the week just now, he has fully verified that this broken black stick has actually become a part of the operation of spiritual power, and even secretly intercepted part of the spiritual power without anyone noticing, making his manipulation of spiritual power completely out of control—— In short, the black broken firewood in front of him is the culprit for his inability to draw symbols!

Du Ziteng stared at the little wooden stick very coldly, the fire inside was raging... Damn it, it should have been set on fire yesterday!

Heart-to-heart connection, solidarity, he hates these eight words to describe the natal magic weapon even more now.

Originally, the biggest expectation of breaking into the Sword Cliff was to hunt for treasure in the Jiange. However, the treasure was not found, and the firewood picked up a piece. It was still a natal artifact that could not be broken or burned, and had to be cherished. Now this thing has become a treasure. A part of his body's aura caused him to be unable to draw symbols normally, and he had no way to deal with it. It was simply the biggest stone that Young Master Du lifted and threw on his feet in his life!

The little wooden stick is lying on the table calmly, you hate it as much as you want, the magic weapon of fate... can you really burn 2333

Mighty and domineering like Mr. Du... He didn't dare to burn it, so he could only grind his teeth and put this thing into his body again.

Then he looked at the piles of waste talisman papers on the table, with a look of helplessness.

However, when Du Ziteng's eyes fell on those talisman brushes, his expression suddenly became a little strange.These talisman pens were broken due to improper control of spiritual power and the impact of unstable spiritual power. The structure on the surface of the pen holder that originally guided the spiritual power was completely destroyed. Is it so similar to the broken firewood he just wanted to burn?

Du Ziteng called the small wooden stick into his hand again, and he began to look at this piece of broken firewood with a new requirement, and then he hesitated, not grasping it with five fingers, but erecting the black stick in the way of holding a pen. The wooden stick is surprisingly suitable, even the small wooden stick that is closely integrated with the spiritual power in the body does not need to be deliberately guided at all, the gathering of spiritual power is a matter of course.

Du Ziteng suddenly felt that all this was extremely absurd, he must have been driven crazy by repeated failures in drawing symbols, shit!Can't you tell the difference between the top and bottom of this tattered wooden stick? !There is no pen tip, where can I use it to dip the talisman ink to outline the talisman, drop it!

Du Ziteng, who was broken and broken, angrily poked the small wooden stick in his hand into the talisman, but in the next second, the inkstone full of talismans was slowly descending at a speed visible to the naked eye, stunned, the edge of the inkstone was exposed On the bottom of the jade inkstone, the area of ​​the talisman ink is getting smaller and smaller, until the last drop of talisman ink is swallowed by the small wooden stick, a luxurious deep dark purple light near the ink flashes from the wooden stick.

Du Ziteng was stunned for a moment, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. What he held in his hand was still a tattered wooden stick, which was black and pitted, like a twig picked up by the side of the road. It seemed that the vision just now was just Du Ziteng's illusion.

"...there is nothing ordinary in the Jiange", Du Ziteng suddenly remembered Tan Ying's casual comforting words that day, he breathed out slowly, and the Yin Qi formula worked again, and the spiritual power gathered in the dantian and then flowed through the hand holding the small wooden stick. At this moment, as if sleepwalking, the wooden stick in his hand was already connected to his mind, and he didn't need to deliberately guide it. What he thought in his mind was the direction of the wooden stick. Yes, the edge of the light was actually faintly red.

At this same moment, the small wooden stick resonated with Du Ziteng, and the feeling of joy arose spontaneously. Du Ziteng's meridians made a soft "poof", and a closed passage opened with an impact. At this moment, spiritual power rushed into his body crazily , He was taken aback for a moment, this cultivation level broke through again without any preparation or warning at all.

Du Ziteng couldn't help staring at this magic amulet drawn at the time of breakthrough, just like observing it carefully on the hem of Geng's coat for the first time. The lines are round and elegant, the structure is elegant and flexible, and the aura is contained but not exposed. A top-grade talisman, even a mortal who doesn't know the magic talisman, can feel the flying and brisk talisman meaning just by looking at this talisman.

The meaning is on the symbol.Du Ziteng could only think of these four words to describe this talisman. He had never seen such a talisman before, and it was even more difficult to believe that such a talisman came from his hands.

And the reason for all this, Du Ziteng was silent for a long time, his eyes finally focused on the small wooden stick in his hand, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Hahahahahaha, the young master is really handsome, intelligent and lucky! Turning waste into treasure!!!! Drawing talismans and cultivating both are correct, worthy of being my natal magic weapon!!!!"

Broken firewood?Turning waste into treasure?

Ha ha.

In the next second, the "broken firewood" that was "turned waste into treasure" by Du Xiaoye twisted slightly imperceptibly to the naked eye, and a gray-black liquid flowed out from the other end of the ink-absorbing talisman. hands are.

Du Ziteng looked at the extra puddle in his hand in amazement, it was gray and black, what the hell is this? !

Dissatisfied, Du Ziteng burned the Fireball Talisman.

Then, "vomit—" This shit stinks, I'll wipe it!

Du Ziteng finally realized what it was... Damn it, love is a picky eater... Isn't this gray and black thing its excrement? !He even drools all over his hands!

Again, "Ugh—"

After the fireball talisman, the clear spring talisman, and the blast talisman took turns, Du Ziteng sat down at the table that had been cleaned up several times. Du Ziteng's face was still a little blue, and his fingertips turned white while holding the broken wooden stick in his hand. He gritted his teeth with resentment. Dao, damn it, for the sake of your ability to draw talismans and practice well, you are picky eaters and pooping talisman pens or something... Xiaoye bear with it!

After all, if he could keep drawing the talisman just like that just now, the little treasures he earned back would surely be able to make up for the physical and mental trauma suffered by Young Master Du.

Thinking of those shiny little babies, Du Ziteng's face immediately turned rosy. Although this broken wooden stick is a bit disgusting, you should get used to it after drawing it a few times. Du Ziteng thought calmly, so he picked up the brush again and started drawing symbols, tsk Needless to say, a talisman pen that communicates with each other is good, and there is no need to be constrained by the structure of the talisman pen. Du Ziteng just feels itchy and unbearable. Drawing talismans has never been so fun!

Although the several talismans drawn later surpassed Xiaoye Du's original level of talisman drawing, none of them were as good as the one he drew just now when he broke through.However, Du Ziteng readily accepted it. That magical talisman was made when he repeatedly failed to draw the talisman and was extremely eager to succeed. It was the first time he resonated with the magic weapon of his natal life. To the super level performance.

But Du Ziteng is confident that as long as he continues to paint like this, sooner or later, this super level will become his normal level.

But Xiaoye Du's lofty ambition lasted only for a moment, and he found out strangely that the line on his hand disappeared halfway through? ? ?

Du Ziteng urged his aura to draw again, but the corresponding position under the small wooden stick was still empty.

Du Ziteng frowned and looked at the little stick, what's wrong? !Why does it come out one after another today, it's endless!

However, the wooden stick in his hand seemed to be dead, and he held his corpse between Du Ziteng's fingers, not intending to respond at all.

No matter how much Ren Du Ziteng cursed it as "broken firewood" and "rotten wooden stick" as its master, it would not move.

Suddenly, Qiao Ziteng looked at the dozen or so beautiful talismans on the side, and his heart trembled: I'll wipe it... no way...

Then, completely subconsciously, he took out another inkstone talisman from the storage bag.After Du Ziteng dipped the small wooden stick with trembling hands, the talisman ink disappeared, and the small wooden stick pulled out a pile of scum again. This time, Du Ziteng didn't care about the beach of excrement at all, but lifted the small wooden stick to draw again, and the round lines reappeared world...

Not long after, Du Ziteng appeared in front of Fang Ping and the others with straight eyes: "Brother, I want to earn spirit stones, a lot, a lot, a lot of spirit stones!!!!"

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