If she continued laughing, she almost thought that the Dark God Gunara was about to appear. Ye Qiao quickly tore off the talisman that was stuck on Mu Chongxi's body: "It looks like the effect is good."
Mu Chongxi laughed for such a long time that his face became stiff. After he stopped, he shook his head and collapsed to the ground, saying faintly, "More than that, that sound just now. I almost thought I was possessed."
Who wouldn't find that laughter scary?
"By the way, are all of you talisman practitioners so good at this?" Mu Chongxi had been accompanying his junior sister in experimenting with various talismans these past few days, and he had almost forgotten the fact that Ye Qiao was a sword practitioner.
Which sword practitioner can draw talismans so well?
Ye Qiao didn't even raise his eyelids, "Don't slander me, I am a serious swordsman."
“Drawing talismans is just a hobby.” You should know that the original owner also chose to be a sword cultivator when he was in Yueqing Sect, a sect full of talisman cultivators.
Ye Qiao prefers to be an assassin rather than a mage.
Mu Chongxi thought of the power of her talismans and laughed twice.
amateur?
Whose amateur effect is so good?
Ye Qiao took advantage of the time he was absent from class to refine some Huiling Pills and prepared to take them down the mountain to resell.
I don’t know if it’s because she doesn’t have a proper alchemy furnace, the pills made in the big pot are all weird.
There are potholes and all are strangely shaped and uneven.
Because of her ugly appearance, she set the price very cheap. Even so, no one would want a pill that looked so strange, as everyone was afraid of getting sick from taking it. Ye Qiao sighed in her heart, wondering how could one judge something by its appearance.
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"You haven't finished drawing the talisman yet?" Mu Chongxi supported his chin with one hand and leaned over to watch Ye Qiao drawing on the talisman paper.
Ye Qiao picked up the broken talisman in his hand and said, "Another one is broken."
Mu Chongxi witnessed her failure again and again, thought for a moment, and gave a suggestion: "Why don't you ask Mingxuan?"
"I'll try again. If I fail again, I'll ask Second Senior Brother." Although Ming Xuan would most likely suspect that he was crazy, he thought it was time for a swordsman to learn how to draw talismans.
"Did you learn to draw talismans in Yueqing Sect?"
Ye Qiao turned her head to look at him, thought for a moment, and said, "Hmm." At the beginning, she had indeed learned it by following the scenes of the Yueqing Sect's talisman practitioners drawing talismans in the original owner's memory.
"The Yueqing Sect is known by the people in the cultivation world as the home of orthodox talisman practitioners." Mu Chongxi said slowly: "There is a contempt chain in the cultivation world. They look down on talisman practitioners from other sects. If the people of the Yueqing Sect knew that you had learned their talismans, I can imagine how ugly their faces would be."
This was the first time Ye Qiao heard this statement.
If you think about it carefully, the discrimination and comparison in the big sects are indeed no less than in the modern workplace. In the original owner's memory, Yueqing Sect was like this. The direct disciples looked down on the inner sect, the inner sect looked down on the outer sect, and the outer sect looked down on the servants.
The servants, on the other hand, look down on people from small sects.
It's quite outrageous.
Mu Chongxi shifted his gaze to the brush in Ye Qiao's hand, and then sighed heavily, "Also, Junior Sister, I heard from Second Senior Brother that if you want to improve the quality of drawing talismans, it's best to use a better wolf-hair brush."
Ye Qiao was startled, "Oh."
“But the others are quite expensive.”
"Just make do with what you have." She said casually, "After all, we shouldn't compare ourselves with others."
Mu Chongxi looked at Ye Qiao's forked brush and realized that his little junior sister was really picky.
There's no way you'll succeed with this kind of pen.
"I have an unused wolf-hair brush here." He rummaged through the mustard bag and quickly took out a brush that glowed purple. It had special runes engraved on it and felt heavy in his hand.
"It should be a mid-grade magic weapon." This was probably the first time Mu Chongxi gave someone something as a gift. He scratched his head and said, "I'll find you a better one when the time comes."
He is not a talisman practitioner, and this wolf-hair brush was bought on the black market.
Ye Qiao did not act pretentiously and accepted it immediately. Facts have proved that expensive things have their advantages. There was no pause when drawing the talisman. The complicated runes were engraved into it to form a golden seal. As the speed increased, he soon finished drawing the talisman in one go.
The light of light gold slowly lit up, indicating that the talisman was not destroyed.
Ye Qiao's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down.
However, the next second, the talisman burst out with dazzling light, and small black characters appeared under the corners of the talisman, like some special symbol, or like characters that only existed in ancient times.
Ye Qiao blankly stroked the strange ancient characters on the corner of the talisman, "What is this?"
The moment the golden light appeared, all the elders of Changming Sect looked up at the direction where the light fell.
——"Heaven's blessing."
Qin Fanfan stood up. Because he was protected by the Heavenly Dao, he could not feel where the golden light fell. He looked up at the sky, a hint of deep thought flashing through his eyes.
Is it the blessing that Mingxuan received? Or is it Xue Yu?
Not only them, the commotion was so big that even the leaders of several other sects were alarmed.
"Who is it?"
"Heaven's blessing? It seems to be from Changming Sect."
"Mu Chongxi? Or Zhou Xingyun?"
"Mingxuan?"
For a time, all the major sects had different opinions, and none of them could wait to go to Changming Sect to find out the truth.
The person who caused the sensation is still in a daze.
"Heaven's blessing." Mu Chongxi repeated in his voice, his expression gradually becoming serious, "Are you really a talisman cultivator?"
He quickly changed his words, his eyes burning: "So you really can practice both sword and talisman."
Mu Chongxi had never seen anyone who practiced two arts simultaneously. He had only heard that the founder of their Changming Sect was such a brilliant person.
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