My mythology is different from yours

The monks don't rely on sleep so much. Since the establishment of the foundation, Xuanzhi has less and less sleepy time. Sometimes meditation can restore energy faster than sleeping.

She is learning the basic skills borrowed from Xuansheng Sect. This is an elementary book of spells. After the foundation is established, the human body is no longer just a jar for storing spiritual energy, but can use the spiritual foundation to refine the spiritual energy into its own true essence. You can start to learn how to draw symbols, make symbols and spells.

Xuanzhi took out the bought yellow paper and cinnabar, and tried to draw the most basic defensive talisman, the tortoise shell talisman, according to the talisman book.As the name suggests, this talisman can put a layer of tortoise-like defensive barrier around the body. According to the level of the talisman, it can resist attacks from the foundation-building stage to the golden core stage.

The Nascent Soul Daoist who are further up don't bother to use this kind of basic talisman with a name that sounds out of grade.

Xuanzhi has a talisman in her hand, somersaulting cloud for escaping, roaring dog for attacking, and Bagua stove for her nurse. Her current problem is that her cultivation base is too low and her skin is too brittle, so when drawing talismans, the first thing that comes to mind is It is to draw more talismans for yourself to increase defense.

Xuanzhi mixed the cinnabar, spread out the yellow paper, squeezed the Langhao brush, and slowly mobilized his true energy.

The talisman is drawn in one go. The true essence is poured into the cinnabar at the tip of the pen. From the beginning to the last stroke, the true essence is sealed in the complete rune. The strokes in the middle cannot be broken. Once broken, the true essence will flow out and the talisman will become invalid.

This requires that the person who draws the talisman must have a good control over his own true energy. Through the drawing of the talisman, the true energy can be further condensed, but it also consumes a lot of consciousness.

Xuan Zhi has just started to learn how to draw talismans, and it took a long time to try just to gather the true essence on the tip of the pen. He had scrapped more than a dozen pens before he succeeded.

The real essence blended with the cinnabar on the pen tip, Xuanzhi picked up the pen and made the first stroke, the moment the pen tip touched the yellow paper, the real essence fell on the yellow paper along with the cinnabar.

It was as if a switch had been turned on suddenly, and she felt that the true essence in her body was flowing away rapidly, like water that opened a sluice, and she couldn't stop it.She made a quick stroke, and the talisman paper was blown to pieces because it couldn't bear too much real energy.

The tip of the Langhao pen was blown up again, and Xuanzhi's face was rubbed with red cinnabar. She panted slightly, sweat broke out on her fair forehead, she didn't care to wipe it off, and thought about the feeling of just writing.Spread out the yellow paper again, change the pen and continue.

This time when she wrote the pen, she gathered her true energy very tightly, almost pinching it into a thin thread. However, because the infusion of true energy was too little, the first pen of the rune did not have enough true energy to lay the foundation for the first stroke. , the rune was dimmed without the support of true energy, and became an ordinary ghostly painting talisman.

Xuanzhi sighed in frustration, tore off the waste yellow paper, spread out another sheet, and continued to practice.

She tried more than a dozen times in one go, failed and adjusted constantly, and the table was covered with yellow paper stained with red cinnabar.When the true energy in his body was almost exhausted, he finally finished it with a complete drawing of a tortoise shell talisman.

The brilliance on the yellow paper shone brightly, and then quickly converged back into the runes.Xuanzhi picked it up carefully and examined it carefully. Although the grade didn't seem to be very good, it was the first talisman she drew.

She happily held the talisman in her hand, looked around the room happily, and lowered her eyes embarrassingly because there was no one to share her joy with.

But seeing the spell in her hand, she still smiled happily and rolled her eyes.

Xuanzhi's spiritual consciousness and true energy were exhausted, and she wanted to meditate directly, but thought that His Majesty the Ghost Emperor would definitely come to find her for a while, so she didn't enter the meditation practice.

She was really tired, and she didn't bother to clean up the mess in the room. After washing up carelessly, she leaned on the bed and dozed off while waiting for Shen Tutao to come.

Until almost midnight, a gust of dark wind swept into the courtyard and sneaked in through the half-closed window. The waste talismans on the table in the room were blown away by the wind, and a pale and slender hand protruded from the flickering candle, Fingertips gently clamped a piece of yellow paper blowing towards him.

Shen Tutao opened it with one hand and took a look. It was a waste talisman that was torn apart due to exhaustion in the middle of the painting. He scanned the room, and all the waste paper was scattered on the ground.

The owner of the room was leaning at the end of the bed, holding a soft pillow in his arms, breathing flat and slowly, dozing off.

Shen Tutao didn't deliberately restrain her breath, he stood there looking at her for a long time, the people on the bed didn't notice it, she obviously knew he would come by keeping the candle on, yet she slept so defenseless , making it easy to pinch her to death.

The candle had been burning for too long, no one had trimmed the wick, and the light had dimmed a little. The faint light cast on the paper figurine's beautiful facial features, but the haze seeping from his pupils made the face look very cold and stern.

Shen Tutao rubbed her fingertips lightly, and crushed the waste talisman in her hand. If he wanted to, he could also crush the people leaning there now, and it would be soon, and she wouldn't feel anything.

He walked over slowly, raised his hand to lift half of the hanging bed curtain, and when he saw the paper figurine lying on the bed, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The paper figurine was not as exquisite as the one on him, but it was made according to his appearance, and the facial features were very similar, but the craftsman's skills were limited, so it couldn't fit his outline completely, nor could he Silver hair, only five or six points similar.

Shen Tutao bent down slightly, his eyes swept over the paper figurine, and slowly fell back on Xuanzhi.He stood beside the bed for a while, then got out of the paper figurine woman with the broken arm, and got into the new paper figurine.

Without distraction, the paper figurine lost its balance and hit Xuanzhi on the forehead with a slap.

Xuan Zhi woke up from the dream, looked up and saw the familiar face of the paper figurine, and immediately reached out to catch him, "Your Majesty?" But the paper figurine he grabbed was very light, and the eyes turned into black ink painted with paint.

She froze for a moment, then immediately turned her head to look on the bed.Shen Tutao opened his eyes, sat up with his legs bent, pulled off the neckline that was a bit too tight, didn't look at her, and didn't speak.

Xuanzhi took a look at the small engraving on the table, and took the initiative to go forward to support his chin with her hand, and put her upper lip to breathe for him.

Shen Tutao narrowed his eyes slightly, and the two looked at each other silently for a moment, before Shen Tutao opened his lips and swallowed her breath.In his mind, he was still thinking about how to threaten her to save his life, but before he could think of a suitable method, it suddenly became useless.

So it seems that she is not angry now?

At this time, Xuanzhi also had similar thoughts in his heart, His Majesty the Ghost Emperor accepted the newly made paper figurine so obediently, and accepted her breath, so he was not angry.

Xuanzhi backed away, opened his mouth and was about to say something, when a chilly wind blew across his face, the candle flame shook violently, and finally extinguished with a slight bang.The room was pitch black in an instant, Xuanzhi rubbed a small ball of fire with his fingertips, and the person on the bed had disappeared.

The bed curtain fell gently, Xuanzhi lowered her head, a scarlet Chinese knot lay on the empty bed, and a soft silk ribbon hung below.She drew a shape so briefly that day, and Shen Tutao really made it up.

Xuan Zhi gently stroked the Chinese knot with her fingertips, and couldn't help but smile, she took out the crescent moon from the storage bag, and said to Xing Guiling: "Thank you, Your Majesty, and I hope you like the face I drew for you. "

Then he jumped out of bed, quickly lit the candlestick, jumped back on the bed in two or three steps, picked up the silk sash and ghost command, and studied how to tie them together.

When the Chinese Knot and the Crescent Moon came together, a string of interlaced runes suddenly appeared on it, and the light made Xuanzhi slightly close his eyes.When it is opened again, the Chinese knot has been perfectly combined with the Ghost Walking Order. It is exquisite and beautiful, and can be hung on the waist as an accessory.

Xuanzhi threw her head back on the bed, held the crescent jade pendant with Chinese knots in her hands, looked at it over and over for a long time, and then fell asleep holding it in her hands.

Under the moonlight, Shen Tutao stood on the eaves, he was bored from one roof to another roof, just like a wandering soul in this world, listening to all kinds of noises in the world.

Occasionally, when I came across someone with a dog, I picked up a stone and threw it over. The dog was suddenly awakened, jumped up and barked without thinking, and then brought a bark of dogs around it that echoed it.

Shen Tutao heard the words from the Ghost Walking Order amid the barking of the dog. He paused, walked into a house at random, found the dressing table, and leaned over to the mirror to take a good look.

"It's ugly."

He came out of that house and stepped on the roof to return to the Xuancheng Temple. There are now two new temples on this high ground, and the portraits enshrined in the temple are a bit lighter than those on the day of the Wandering God sacrifice.I don't know if it's because of the artist's frequent touch-ups or some other reason, but the fading speed of this portrait is obviously slower than that in Jiuli City.

Shen Tutao took a look outside the hall and went to the monastery behind the temple.When he walked outside the courtyard, he suddenly felt something, and grabbed the air with his hand, a faint light floated in the void, and an old man with a white beard was dragged out of the soil abruptly by him.

Grand Duke Ruan Shan was out of breath from running, and was suddenly caught out. He was a little dizzy, bumped into the knee of the person in front of him, and fell to the ground.

Shen Tutao patted her hem in disgust, "What are you running around in the middle of the night?"

"It's urgent, the old man is looking for the little girl..." Grand Duke Ruan Shan replied quickly, not caring who the person who captured him was, since he can freely come and go around the Yuanjun Temple, it is naturally not some kind of evil spirit.

His short body plunged back into the soil again, wanting to run into the yard, but just two steps away, he was dragged out of the soil again and kicked far away: "She's asleep, Come back tomorrow."

As soon as Grand Duke Ruan Shan was thrown out, a monk from Xuan Sheng Sect ran over quickly, followed by another clone of Grand Duke Ruan Shan.

It was Qu Yinliu who came, and he suddenly saw a strange man standing outside the courtyard gate of his junior sister and Xuanzhi, and immediately put his hand on the sword at his waist, and said vigilantly, "Who are you? How could you be here in the middle of the night?" In my monk Xuansheng's residence?"

Shen Tutao kicked Lao Tujun just now with divine power, and almost kicked his avatar out of Xiye Town. Grand Duke Ruan Shan recognized his divine power, and quickly tapped Qu Yinliu's leg with his crutches, Said: "He is the god next to that little girl."

Qu Yinliu was stunned for a moment, Xuanzhi was indeed accompanied by a god all the time, except for the immortals in the world, other gods could not go down to the lower realms, this god can always follow Xuanzhi, presumably he is also a god in the world.

He hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed, "I'm being rude and offending the gods."

Shen Tutao glanced at them coldly, "What's the matter?"

Grand Duke Ruan Shan's beard trembled, and fear appeared on his wrinkled face: "The earth immortals in many places around suddenly disappeared."