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As soon as Feng Jin returned to the room, he did not act immediately. Instead, he assumed a cultivation posture on the bed. His body is still a little weak, and the things he will do will definitely consume a lot of spiritual energy, so he You have to get your body in top shape.

Half an hour later, Feng Jin opened his eyes, his eyes were dazzling, and he looked full of energy.He excitedly climbed out of bed and started his talisman making business.

Feng Jin is a person who has an idea and is very impulsive and wants to do it. This characteristic has saved him from danger several times in his future journey of cultivating immortals.

Feng Jin spread the brocade silk for writing on the table, and there were brushes, ink, paper and inkstone next to it. After preparing everything, she took out the pair of beautiful tail feathers, took one of them, and attached it with her hand , close your eyes, carefully examine the fluctuations in the spiritual power, layers of intertwined spiritual silk layouts emerged in your mind, Feng Jin was a little confused when looking at the intricate spiritual silk, and Feng Jin couldn't support it after a while. He struggled to open his eyes, a trace of confusion flashed in those eyes, as if he was trapped in his mind, and after blinking, his eyes returned to clarity, Feng Jin was a little annoyed, could it be that his thoughts were not working?

After contemplating for a moment, Feng Jin quickly calmed down.

It would be boring if it was smooth sailing!

Feng Jin picked up the brush and dipped it in the ink, and began to write and draw on the brocade silk. It was the layout of the spiritual silk that appeared in Feng Jin's mind just now. After drawing for a while, Feng Jin raised her head and stared at it. Jinbo thought about it, and with a flash of light in his eyes, he picked up the paintbrush and crossed some of the lines, and then picked up a new piece of drawing paper to start working again...

Li Luo in the next room saw this, smiled, withdrew his consciousness, and began to concentrate on watching——"Zi Jin Jue"

About half an hour later, Feng Jin finally found the pattern of the arrangement of the pair of tail feathers. Instead of smiling, he became serious, because he knew that this was just the beginning!

Feng Jin concentrated the spiritual power of his whole body on the index finger, forming the shape of a blade, and then carefully began to cut off the feathers on the tail feathers bit by bit according to the structure of the spiritual power layout. He knew that the current steps were very important. A little mistake, the spiritual power on this tail feather will disappear.

As time passed, more and more feathers appeared on the brocade, and they were neatly arranged on the white brocade. At this moment, even if they left the tailbone, they were still colorful and glorious. The craftsmen on the Internet will be amazed when they see it!

It is unheard of or seen to be able to preserve such perfect spiritual power without using the fire of the earth and lungs like this!

Feng Jin's eyes began to feel a little sour, but her fingers continued to work in an orderly manner. A section of tailbone shining with white light was slowly revealed. Feng Jin just looked at it, and loved it very much. The motivation in her heart increased greatly. Those little people who wanted to rest The thought was immediately dispelled.

Just when the last feather was shaved off, the corners of Feng Jin's mouth finally turned up. Looking at the about [-] cm long tailbone in her hand, Feng Jin loved it very much, and played with it carefully. Attaching his hand to it, he observed carefully whether there was any damage, and at a glance, even he himself was amazed, maybe he did have some talent in craftsmanship!

Feng Jin rested for a while, and started working with his buddy again. This time, he did not form the spiritual power into a blade shape, but turned it into a spiritual thread like the tail feathers, connecting feathers one by one...

In the next room, Li Luo opened his eyes suddenly after practicing for a while. The scene of Feng Jin dodging himself kept appearing in his mind, which made him a little restless and unable to practice. There was something in his heart that was constantly churning , so now it reminds him of something, but it makes him unclear, so...

I don't know how long it took, but Feng Jin only felt that his hands were twitching a little, and then slowly returned the released spiritual power to his dantian. He knew that he had reached the limit now, if he continued, there would be something wrong , the loss outweighs the gain!

Feng Jin shook her somewhat sore and numb hands, but her eyes were very happy to see the writing brush that was almost formed on the table. This writing brush uses the tailbone of the tatamon as the pen holder, and the feather on the tailbone as the pen tip. The whole body is shining with aura, beautiful Abnormal, now as long as the feathers on the nib are trimmed and strengthened with spiritual energy, the production will be successful.

"Seven Xuan Jue" mentions one or two ways of making talismans, but does not mention talisman-making pens. If you want to make talismans successfully, you must first have a talisman-making pen. There are no methods and materials for making talismans. It has always been Feng Jin's troubles, so the moment Li Luo took out the tail feathers of the beast, Feng Jin was very excited. This is an excellent material for making talisman pens!

As for the method without a talisman pen!Seeing such a suitable material, Feng Jin didn't want to wait any longer. Although he had never seen a talisman-making pen, he thought that its method was the same as that of a writing brush, except that the talisman-making pen had an additional function besides being able to write. It is to transmit energy, transfer the spiritual power of the talisman maker to the talisman paper, so his idea is very simple, without destroying the spiritual power structure of the material, let him achieve the best spiritual power transmission, and use the extra spiritual silk to transfer the spiritual power to the paper. The same material is made by joining.

Feng Jin's idea is so simple, but so sharp and practical. It may be a blessing for him not to have the method of making a talisman pen, because he has opened a new door for a field.

After relaxing physically and mentally, Feng Jin began to make again. After cutting the feathers and connecting the silk just now, his technique is obviously more proficient, and it is more refined and perfect. It didn't take much effort, and this talisman-making pen was successfully made.

Feng Jin didn't stop this time, but tidied up the table, and placed the newly cut strips of brocade and the blood of the beast on the table respectively. The blood of the beast didn't have much smell, which made Feng Jin Jin was very satisfied, but what made Feng Jin a little worried was that the blood of the scorpion beast was highly poisonous, and it had to be used with care, ranging from corroding tables and chairs, to being poisoned to death, but at this point, Feng Jin could not give up. Taking out the talisman making pen, Feng Jin began to formally draw talismans.

The pattern of "fire bomb talisman" appeared in Feng Jin's mind. That's right, what Feng Jin plans to try now is the simplest "fire bomb technique". Concentrate on the right hand holding the pen, then slowly pour it into the talisman-making pen, and then use the tip of the pen to stain the blood of the beast, carefully control the inflow of spiritual power, and draw carefully on a piece of silk. Come on, Feng Jin knew that as long as she made a mistake once, Jinbo would be completely corroded.

The pen is long and hard, combining rigidity and softness, the ink is full but not dripping, and the strokes are smooth and not stagnant. It is said to be handy to use, which reduces a lot of pressure on Fengjin.

As time passed, Feng Jin's cautious face finally showed joy, and he looked at his masterpiece with great satisfaction. He had to thank himself for his years of drawing experience, otherwise he would not have finished the drawing so easily today!

Looking at the bluish talisman on the table, Feng Jin couldn't help being elated. Judging from the appearance, this talisman is almost exactly the same as the one described in the book, except that it doesn't use jjj talisman paper, but this is useless Worry, as a carrier, the talisman paper can be replaced by anything, but if you use professional talisman paper, the effect will be much better.

Li Luo's current cultivation base is too low, and he didn't expect the fire bomb talisman to exert much power, but if it succeeds, it is still feasible to scare these people in the secular world.

Feng Jin picked up the newly released Fireball Talisman, checked again that there was nothing wrong with it, and silently recited the formula for the Fireball Talisman. Just as he spoke, the spiritual power on the Talisman paper suddenly became chaotic, and then was fixed by the spiritual power The blue blood on the brocade silk distorted and spread out, which surprised Feng Jin, and then the blue blood that spread out began to devour the wooden table, emitting an unpleasant burnt smell!

Feng Jin stared blankly, then her eyes were full of disappointment!

But...then...he shifted his position and started drawing again in another corner of the room, completely ignoring the smell of corrosion, he was still vaguely looking forward to success, and he was sure that his talisman pen was fine Yes, the transmission of spiritual power is very smooth, which means that the output and control of spiritual power are not good enough!

In the next two hours, Feng Jin made one after another fire bomb talisman, but each time ended in failure.

Those talismans either fainted after a while, or suddenly burst into small sparks and then burned up, and some even emitted a light smoke and all the aura disappeared!

Now Feng Jin really can't bear it anymore, her whole mind is messed up, and she is also a little irritable, and the whole house is even worse when she looks at it, as long as the places where things can be put in the house are corroded, it is impossible to see the original shape. The ground is also full of potholes, and the worst thing is that there is a strong smell in the air. Feng Jin glanced at the half-bottle of scorpion blood left, and knew that she was in a very bad state now, and there was no need to continue drawing.

Feng Jin left the room, he planned to go out for a walk, now there was a cloud of turbidity in his body, he needed to relax.

Before Feng Jin left, he scanned Li Luo's room with his spiritual sense. He was seriously cultivating, and he didn't intend to disturb Li Luo. In particular, the aching head caused by high tension is also relaxed now.

It was almost dusk, Feng Jin felt that there should be no one in the imperial garden, so she walked towards the imperial garden, where the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, it was a good place to relax.

The artificial lake in the Imperial Garden is not big, but it is exquisite. The flowers and plants next to it are still blooming like a brocade. Compared with the dead branches and leaves in Wuchenyuan, it is a sky and a ground. It is almost November now. And this scene, it seems that the craftsmen of the palace have put a lot of thought into it. Feng Jin is sitting by the Renzhong Lake in the imperial garden, letting the cold wind blow her hair flying around.