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Seeing Tong Wu's eyes light up instantly, Yan Jingchen couldn't restrain himself for a while, lowered his head and pretended to cough a few times, and then recovered.

He adjusted his mood, raised his hand as if nothing had happened, grabbed a wolf hair out of nowhere, and put it lightly on the table.

"The way of talismans is extensive and profound. Whether a talisman is drawn well or not cannot be judged by naked eyes..."

The same talisman, even if a person with a low level of cultivation can imitate it vividly, it is still not as powerful as a master who concentrates his true energy and draws it with his hand. Even a monk with a certain level of cultivation, even if he does not have any medium in his hand Swiping and pointing hands in the air can instantly form a talisman that triggers thunder and fire.

"There are many ways to draw talismans. What we call 'painting' is just a general concept. There are thousands of monks in the world, and the methods of drawing talismans are also varied. Some people like to use knives to carve talismans, and some people like to use rope to weave them. Talismans or origami are used as talismans, and in recent years some lazy monks have used seals to print talismans..." Yan Jingchen paused at this point, seeming to be very disdainful of the last one.

His disdain flashed by, and then he took out another inkstone and put it on the table, and continued: "But no matter what method you use, you must concentrate on luck and infuse your true energy when you are 'drawing', so that you can draw a powerful painting. symbol."

"I don't have real energy." Tong Wu said, and began to weigh himself.

"Yes, you don't, and not all cultivators can easily get full of true energy. Some people spend their entire lives without knowing what the sense of energy is."

Tong Wu didn't know what the sense of qi was, he was as ignorant of all this as before.

However, Yan Jingchen had no intention of explaining in detail. He only said to Tong Wu: "Ordinary people first gain a sense of qi, then practice qi to condense their true energy, and even cultivate their primordial spirit, but you have been suppressed by the Kunlun mirror for more than a hundred years because of your zombie body." , the three qi of resentment, corpse, and yin are gaining ground in your body, shaping you into a unique corpse cultivator."

Speaking of this, Tong Wu naturally understood, he didn't feel angry.

Yan Jingchen also said that some monks are obsessed with studying talismans, and a hundred years pass by with a nod of their heads, but when they look back, they have already forgotten what kind of chance they entered the Tao. I don't know why I asked, whether I am seeking longevity or fame and wealth, or just for this talisman in my hand.

The road of seeking the Tao must not be at a loss. It is easy to doubt yourself when you are at a loss, and you will suddenly have demons and go crazy.

All in all, spells are definitely not something that a beginner like Tong Wu can do rashly.

After saying this, the things that Yan Jingchen took out from time to time had already filled the table. Tong Wu glanced over, and his pupils shrank suddenly—Duan inkstone Hui ink, red sandalwood pen holder and pen holder, and a thin square under the Qinglong paperweight. Xuan paper, and that unremarkable Langhao brush.

"This is..." The Four Treasures of the Study, something that Tong Wu was very familiar with.

Yan Jingchen buttoned the tabletop with a smile, and Tong Wu found that when he was in a good mood, he liked to do some small movements with his fingers, such as buttoning the tabletop, or scratching his nose...

"I heard that your handwriting is good, can you give me a pair of ink treasures, so that I can show off."

"There's nothing to show off, but it's just a few broken characters." Tong Wu said humbly, but his attitude was actually very generous, and he wrote as he wrote, not just a few words!

"Zhuangyuanlang's 'Pozi' is not available to everyone." Yan Jingchen said, taking a step back to give way to Tong Wu.

Ink is good ink, inkstone is good inkstone, and paper is good paper.

Tong Wu picked up the Langhao pen and took a closer look, but frowned——

"This pen..."

"What happened to the pen?" Yan Jingchen asked knowingly.

"The tip of the pen is forked, how do I write?"

I hadn't seen it clearly just now, but now I hold it in my hand and examine it carefully, only to find that the pen tip has long since dried up and split. word come?

Tong Wu was puzzled, looked at Yan Jingchen and begged him for an answer.

Yan Jingchen couldn't stand his eyes the most, but he had just laid the groundwork for a while, and he was waiting for this moment.

Taking the brush from Tong Wu's hand, Yan Jingchen calmly dipped the Langhao brush into the ink, and evenly wiped the tip of the pen on the inkstone, before picking up the pen and writing eight words on the rice paper: Kunlun is immortal, and the world of mortals is at ease.After finishing writing, he turned his head to look at Tong Wu with an unbelievable expression on his face, and then handed back the pen to him.

Tong Wu took the pen, and the pen tip that had been condensed into a cluster just now loosened up again, and the residual ink became dry.

This is Yan Jingchen's purpose, he wants Tong Wu to practice Qi with peace of mind through things he is familiar with and good at, hoping that he can find a sense of Qi through this simple thing.

This is by far the most suitable method for Tongwu, with low risk and stable return rate.

After listening to Yan Jingchen's philosophy, Tong Wu had only one thought: a businessman is a shrewd person, and the rate of return should be counted as a rate of return.

Yan Jingchen left and left Tongwu kid there to play with his pen.

Tong Wu took this Langhao pen and turned it over and over again, but he couldn't find anything special anywhere, but it just couldn't get ink on it, let alone writing.

What the hell is this way of training Qi?

Tong Wu tried several times but it was useless, he put the pen back on the Bijia Mountain a little discouraged, and turned to look at the calligraphy left by Yan Jingchen.

Kunlun is immortal, and the world of mortals is at ease.

what does it mean?Tong Wu looked over and over again, thinking with his head of a top student, but couldn't figure out why Yan Jingchen would leave such a picture for himself, so he took this thin layer of rice paper and looked over and over again, read over and over again, over and over again I wonder why Yan Jingchen can write, but he can't.

He was fascinated by his thoughts, and before he knew it, it was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the successor came.

Tong Wu hurriedly counted the turnover during the day, hurriedly put away the Four Treasures of the Study given by Yan Jingchen and left.

Tong Wu lived in a small room behind the Internet cafe. He was the only one living in the room with a double bed. The person on duty seemed to have other jobs during the day and had his own residence. He would never show up until the shift time. When twelve o'clock struck, he quietly appeared outside the counter, and after waiting for Wu to go out, he nodded politely and leaned in.

I don't know what this colleague is...

Tong Wu was just curious for a while, and then quickly grabbed a change of clothes and went to take a bath-he hadn't washed for more than 100 years, and now he is very obsessed with taking a bath.

After cleaning himself up, Tong Wu lay down on the bed, took out a book from the cabinet and started to read.

A large box of books that Hong Sui bought for him, one-third of which are useless or outdated, and the other two-thirds are very useful. Recently, Tong Wu insisted on reading and studying. Computer glitches are also becoming more and more handy, which means being in charge of one's own side.

But today, for some reason, I can't read a word of the book I read with gusto on weekdays.

Reluctantly turned a few more pages, but his eyes couldn't help looking at the Four Treasures of the Study spread out on the table. I read it once to meditate, and then I picked up the pen and tried to dip the ink.

Sitting here, before you know it, it's dawn...

Seeing that it was time for him to take over again, Tong Wu realized that he hadn't slept all night and didn't feel tired.

Cleaned up and went to take over the shift. Before the table was lifted, the colleague who had been paralyzed for thousands of years showed a surprised expression for a moment. After recovering quickly, he calmly asked him: "Why are you here?"

"Me? Come to work!" Didn't they say they won't open today?

"You rest today, I go to work."

"Forehead?"

For the first time, the colleague showed an expression of unbearable, and the child lived a little too simple, "Today is Sunday, your holiday."

"Eh..." Tong Wu didn't expect that he would have a holiday, "but I haven't had it for the past few months..."

"A few months ago, I asked for leave. The boss asked you to help with the shift. I thought they told you."

"..."

After asking so carefully, Tong Wu knew that he had one holiday every week. According to this cold-faced colleague, Kunlun Internet Cafe is a law-abiding unit, and will never violate the provisions of the "Labor Law" to arbitrarily deduct employees' holidays. If you work overtime, you will definitely be paid overtime wages, and the wages will be tripled in case of holidays.

Tong Wu: "..."

Although he doesn't know much about human laws yet, Tong Wu developed a feeling of admiration for Kunlun Internet Cafe. He thought that with such a down-to-earth sect, the whole world of comprehension probably only has the Kunlun family...

Then Tong Wu secretly recalled that on the May [-] Labor Day holiday, he seemed to be at work, with triple salary get√!

"In the future, you can move around freely after get off work every Saturday, and you can take over on Monday morning." Said the colleague with facial paralysis.

"how about you?"

"I don't need a break."

"..." Iron man, absolute iron man!

Because I don’t usually meet this colleague during the day, and the meeting at night is a hasty handover. Tong Wu didn’t say a few words to him. Today, I got a chance to talk a few words, and then I realized that his name is Tan Xin. He started his business from the Kunlun Internet Cafe. The time is coming, as for the identity of this person, with Tong Wu's current cultivation base, he can't tell at all.

Knowing that he could rest, Tong Wu moved back the Four Treasures of the Study that he was holding in his hand, and he wanted to go out for a while!

Back at the counter again, Tong Wu clearly saw Tan Xin frowned, his face, which had always been devoid of emotions and desires, actually expressed all his emotions for the first time today: Why did this noisy scholar come back again.

"Brother, ask a question."

Tan Xin: "???"

"Do you know how to get to the city library?"

"..." Tan Xin was too lazy to say, and directly drew a map and stuffed it for Tong Wu, regardless of whether he could understand it or not.

With Tan Xin's hand-painted map in his arms, Tong Wu happily stepped out of the Kunlun Internet Cafe. Except for the time to pick up the courier, this was the first time he officially left the Kunlun Internet Cafe in more than three months. With excitement and apprehension, Tong Wu jumped directly from the cold winter to the drizzle of spring, stepping on the tail of spring and plunging into the hot summer.