This time she was even more careful, meticulous in every step, for fear of making any mistakes.
Soon, Rong Jiaojiao drew a talisman paper containing a faint spiritual power.
She picked up the talisman and handed it to Qing Xuanzi: "Master, do you think my drawing is good this time?"
Qing Xuanzi knew it was done without even taking the talisman. The Flaming Talisman on the talisman was not only complete, but also had faint spiritual energy fluctuations flowing between the runes, which meant that the talisman could be used.
Qing Xuanzi praised, "This Blazing Flame Talisman is ready to be used."
Upon hearing this, Rong Jiaojiao's eyes lit up instantly, and she jumped up excitedly: "Really? I can really use it?"
Qing Xuanzi nodded: "Of course, but be careful when using it so you don't hurt yourself."
"Master, may I try using it?" Rong Jiaojiao asked expectantly.
"Of course, let's go and find a place in the courtyard to try."
After he finished speaking, he stepped forward and walked ahead. Rong Jiaojiao nodded and followed Qing Xuanzi to a corner of the courtyard.
Following the method taught by Qing Xuanzi, she placed the talisman on a stone and then activated it with her divine sense.
With a "boom," the talisman instantly burst into flames, and a ball of fire rose from it, causing the stone to crackle and pop.
The flames weren't large, but they burned very fiercely, as if they had their own life.
"Haha, it worked! So this is what the Flame Talisman is like!" Rong Jiaojiao shouted excitedly, her eyes full of surprise.
Qing Xuanzi nodded: "That's right. Using higher-grade talisman paper and ink would be even better, but your cultivation level is not high enough to draw advanced talismans. Otherwise, you might hurt yourself if you fail to draw the talisman."
Rong Jiaojiao understood; she realized that her current skill wasn't the best yet. To create powerful talismans, she needed to cultivate diligently.
Seeing her nod earnestly, Qing Xuanzi chuckled and said, "Alright, don't think about those powerful talismans for now. Mastering the Blazing Flame Talisman is the most important thing. As for powerful talismans, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
Rong Jiaojiao nodded earnestly: "Yes, Master, I understand! I will practice hard."
He turned around and ran back to the hall with his short legs to continue drawing the Flame Talisman.
Qing Xuanzi was greatly pleased. Although the little guy was a bit naughty at times, he had a very persistent personality and always had a spirit of never giving up.
Perhaps success made her complacent, because in two consecutive paintings, smoke started to rise from the canvas.
Looking up at Qing Xuanzi with a puzzled expression, he was told, "Don't be impatient. Calm down and do it like you would when drawing a talisman normally."
Rong Jiaojiao scratched her head, a little embarrassed, and ran over to hug her master's leg. She tilted her head up and gave her master a charming smile: "Master, I was too happy just now and didn't control myself. I'll control myself in a bit."
Qing Xuanzi looked at her with amusement and said gently, "Drawing talismans requires a calm mind and cannot be rushed. As long as you calm down, your master believes you can definitely draw them well."
Rong Jiaojiao nodded, sat back down at the table, took a deep breath, picked up the talisman brush again, dipped it in the talisman ink, and began to slowly draw.
This time, she was no longer in a hurry to achieve results, but instead drew each rune meticulously.
Her heart gradually calmed down, and the pen in her hand became more steady. The runes unfolded smoothly under her pen, and before long, a new low-level flame rune was successfully drawn.
"Master, how did I do this time?" Rong Jiaojiao handed the talisman to Qing Xuanzi after finishing the paper.
Qing Xuanzi nodded. The spiritual energy fluctuations on the flaming runes on this talisman were more stable than those on the previous one.
This shows that Rong Jiaojiao is making continuous progress. She praised, "Not bad, the runes on this talisman paper are already perfect."
Encouraged by the recognition, the little girl drew more than a dozen more Flame Talismans until Rongzhi called for dinner.
After lunch, there is always a midday rest period, followed by another afternoon of intensive training.
Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan remembered Qing Xuanzi's words about training harder, so they didn't need Qing Xuanzi to supervise them. When the time came, they were both sore all over and had to help each other back to the courtyard.
Qing Xuanzi had already prepared the medicinal soup. When he saw them return, he pointed to their room and said, "Go soak in it. You have to endure it. Circulate your internal energy. It will help you absorb the medicinal power quickly and also distract you from the pain."
Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan exchanged a glance, nodded, and gritted their teeth as they walked into the room.
The room was filled with a strong herbal aroma, and the medicinal soup was steaming in a large wooden tub, emitting wisps of white mist.
The two helped each other as they struggled to take off their clothes and then slowly sat down in the wooden tub.
The temperature of the medicinal soup was just right, but as soon as it touched their skin, the two of them felt a stinging sensation, as if countless fine needles were pricking their bodies.
"Ouch, that hurts!" Rong Zhiyuan couldn't help but cry out, his body trembling and his face contorted in pain.
Rong Zhigao gritted his teeth, trying to remain calm: "Just bear with it, it will pass. Uncle Qingxuan said that this medicinal soup can help us quickly improve our internal strength."
Rong Zhiyuan nodded. Although the pain was unbearable, he tried his best to relax.
Following Qing Xuanzi's instructions, he began to circulate his internal energy, attempting to distract himself from the pain.
"I feel like there are many needles sticking all over my body," Rong Zhiyuan said softly, his voice trembling slightly.
Rong Zhigao nodded: "I feel the same way. It's like the medicine is merging with my internal energy. Although it hurts, I feel the power in my body increasing."
The two encouraged each other, trying their best to endure the pain caused by the medicinal soup.
As time went on, the pain gradually lessened, replaced by a tingling sensation, as if every cell in the body was absorbing the medicinal effects.
"Brother, I feel like I can't hold on much longer." Rong Zhiyuan's voice was muffled, as if he was gritting his teeth and persevering.
"Don't give up. We've persevered for so long, just bear with it a little longer," Rong Zhigao encouraged, even though he himself felt exhausted.
Qing Xuanzi was cooking in the kitchen and saw everything clearly. Seeing that they were able to persevere, he nodded with satisfaction.
Rong Zhigao's aptitude for martial arts is slightly weaker than Rong Zhiyuan's, but his composure and endurance can make up for his shortcomings.
Although Rong Zhiyuan is unconventional, he follows his older brother's example in everything. With a good older brother leading the way, he can persevere.
As time went on, the medicine became weaker and weaker, and the brothers became more and more natural. In the end, the pain disappeared and was replaced by a warm feeling flowing through their bodies.
They could clearly feel their internal energy slowly increasing within their bodies, as if a new force was being injected into them.
"Brother, I feel warm all over, like I have inexhaustible energy."
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