Nie Yanchen was, after all, a powerful being at the Spiritual Transformation Stage, and he'd heard plenty of flattery of this kind. He curled his lips and rubbed Song Chengming's head, saying cheerfully, "I usually see you as a bit of a scoundrel, but I never thought you could be so clever."
Nie Yanchen was not trying to flatter anyone, he was truly surprised.
It's not like no one in the world of immortal cultivation had done something similar before; he himself had also experimented with different materials. However, the fact that talisman practitioners had only used cinnabar to create talismans showed that such research wasn't something that could be done overnight. Song Chengming's success showed that he possessed an exceptional talent for talisman techniques.
"hey-hey."
Song Chengming grinned and scratched his head. Tu Nian hadn't lied to him. It felt really good to be praised by his master.
After praising him, Nie Yanchen asked the two, "How many other variations of this kind have you come up with?"
Tu Nian thought for a moment, "At most, there are about twenty kinds."
More than twenty kinds of talismans are just a drop in the ocean among the vast number of talismans, but it is not their fault.
It took only about ten days in total, and although they had a lot of materials, it was not enough to support such an unlimited attempt. The fact that the two of them were able to research these things under limited conditions was already a major breakthrough.
Obviously, Nie Yanchen also knew the difficulties involved, so he did not criticize him harshly. Instead, he nodded with satisfaction, "Very good. You can continue to study it when you have time. When you have more than a hundred, I will include them in the "Hundred Interpretations of Talismans" and pass them down to the descendants of Jixue..."
"Um, Master."
The idea was interrupted by Tu Nian's soft call. Nie Yanchen turned his head to look at Tu Nian. Seeing her ingratiating smile, he felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you have anything to say, disciple?"
Tu Nian's eyes turned into crescents as he smiled, his voice sweet and soft, "Actually, Senior Brother Song and I both feel that such a meaningful innovation should be shared with all the talisman practitioners in the world."
Nie Yanchen was startled, his eyelids unexpectedly opened again, and he hesitated, "Master, your thoughts are short-sighted. Your insight is far-sighted, but even so, how should we go about it?"
This is strange. When did his little fourth son start to do things to save all living beings?
Or it could be said that the master and the disciple are of one mind. Nie Yanchen's guess was absolutely correct. When Tu Nian said this, he certainly didn't mean to be a living Bodhisattva.
She grinned, her eyes almost curved into slits, and whispered a few words into Nie Yanchen's ear. When she was done, she raised her chin and asked him, "How is it?"
"this……"
Nie Yanchen was hesitating when Chu Qiurong, who had been working hard not far away and had said hello to the two of them before saying nothing, spoke up. "I've been listening for so long, why are you still hiding it? Just tell me what you want to do, so I can persuade Master."
"Come on," Tu Nian said jokingly, making a face at him, "Who are you to advise the master?"
"Well, go ahead, but there's one thing."
After thinking about it for a while, Nie Yanchen also relaxed. Tu Nian was about to wink at Song Chengming happily after hearing the first half of the sentence, but before his eyes wandered away, Nie Yanchen brought them back to him with the second half of the sentence.
Nie Yanchen tapped Tu Nian with his index finger and said, "You must answer my Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Note whenever I call."
"receive!"
Following Nie Yanchen's fatherly advice, Tu Nian and Song Chengming rushed out of the main peak tower and left the sect once again.
"What are they doing?" Chu Qiurong asked impatiently as the two of them left.
"What else can I do? Sell talismans!"
There was a hint of depression in Nie Yanchen's tone, while Chu Qiurong pounded the table with laughter.
Who says trade isn't a unique way to spread knowledge?
Nie Yanchen held up half of his face, thinking that they had accumulated snow, so they had to build their own economic system as soon as possible. Otherwise, it would not be a good idea to rely on the support of other sects and the disciples' busy work.
Tu Nian didn't have so many thoughts. She came to Wozhou as soon as she left the sect. Although she stayed here for less than half a month last time, she felt like she was home this time.
Song Chengming had not expected that she would choose to come to this stall, and he had no idea that the agreed-upon two people would become three in the blink of an eye, especially since this person was so charming that he didn't even recognize her.
"No, aren't you going to explain to me? Who is this person?" Song Chengming asked in a low voice, pulling Tu Nian away from Bo Qiu. He had been watching this person all the way, but he really didn't recognize who this immortal was. Now that he had changed his appearance, he couldn't recognize him.
Tu Nian pushed his head away and said, "Didn't I tell you this? This is your fifth junior brother whom you've never met."
Before she finished speaking, Bo Qiu's disdainful gaze immediately came over. Tu Nian looked back, a hint of innocence in her eyes.
"Nonsense!" Hearing her perfunctory response again, Song Chengming angrily said, "Do you think everyone is like you? How can it be so easy to be the master's direct disciple?"
Tu Nian smiled without saying anything, his eyes drifting towards Bo Qiu, but the latter avoided his gaze completely.
She was indeed being perfunctory, but she was also seriously considering having Bo Qiu join the sect. After all, Bo Qiu was nameless and without any status, and Ji Xue couldn't possibly let such an idler wander around the sect like this. After much deliberation, she decided that joining the sect was the most reliable option.
Now that Bo Qiu has become a disciple of Jixue, he can do whatever he wants and he won't even have to worry about his identity. The misunderstanding about his "Longyang friendship" can also come to an end with Tu Nian's three senior brothers.
However, Bo Qiu scoffed at this, and the reason was very simple - in terms of seniority, he could be the ancestor of Nie Yanchen, or even the entire Jixue Valley sect. If he joined the sect now, wouldn't it be like recognizing a little baby as his master?
This was too magical, and his self-esteem wouldn't allow him to do it.
Tu Nian had spent a long time trying to convince him that all cultivators were one family, from the simplest point of view that if three people walked together, there must be a teacher among them. However, despite all the good and bad words she said, this old ancestor wouldn't budge. She didn't even bother to criticize those with feudal ideas.
The three of them walked at a fast pace, and with Tu Nian leading the way, they soon arrived at a brothel. When the servant outside the door saw Tu Nian, he ran over to greet them with a smile on his face, "Oh, Master Liu and Master Hu, you're back! Come in quickly. I haven't seen you two for half a month, and our boss has been missing you!"
"Yeah, I'm back."
Tu Nian responded casually, and walked closer to the brothel with him by her side. She glanced at the empty stall in front of the brothel and was slightly surprised. "Why is that vendor packing up now?"
The servant bowed with a fawning look on his face. "Hey! Master Liu, look at what you're saying. Apart from you, who else is worthy of this place? Our shopkeeper has already said that no one else can occupy this place except you and Master Hu!"
Tu Nian curled his lips slightly, then said nothing more. He calmly followed the servant into the brothel, and Bo Qiu did the same. Only Song Chengming followed them in shock, momentarily forgetting to question their destination. In the end, even his brain was burning, he still couldn't figure out where the servant's "Master Liu" and "Master Hu" came from.
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