Chapter 53 Enlightenment·Growth “Junior brother, the member of the Progress Club is here again.” evening. In Yizhuang. Qin Yao was concentrating on drawing talisman in the lobby when he suddenly saw Wen Cai running in and said loudly. “Which name?” “It’s not the one that’s particularly annoying, it’s the one that’s generally annoying.” Chin Yao: “…” This description. Although it is a bit nonsense, the magical thing is that it does explain who it is.
"The visitor is a guest, please come in." Qin Yao shook his head, hung up his brush and said. Later, Yun Mu followed Wencai solemnly into the lobby, his sharp eyes piercing Qin Yao like a sharp blade. “Do you have a problem with me?” Qin Yao asked calmly. “Kou Heng is missing.” “This is not a police station, and missing people are not my responsibility.” “Did you do it?” "I do not understand what you are saying." Yun Mu was silent for a long time, then lowered his eyes and said, "The Progressive Society...is gone. No one will come to trouble you again in the future." Qin Yao raised his eyebrows: "Are you here to tell me the good news?" Yun Mu: “…” This guy is not worthy of being a son of man. “You don’t look surprised at all.” After a moment of silence, Yun Mu asked suspiciously, “Did you already know something?” "You and I have nothing to say about this." Qin Yao waved his hand: "Whether the Progressive Society exists or dies, it has nothing to do with me. I am just a businessman selling ghost paper and don't care about other things." Yun Mu pursed his lips and said seriously: "Besides asking about Kou Heng, I came to see you and I have another question to ask." "you say." “Are there really ghosts in the world?” Qin Yao was stunned: "You are... I'm sorry, you must be really stimulated. I understand your mood now." Yun Mu said nothing, just looked at him straightly.
Qin Yao tapped the table gently, thought for a moment, and shouted softly: "Xiao Wenjun, come out and talk to this young master." The beautiful female ghost slowly emerged from the void, blinked, and said with a cute look on her face: "What do I want to say?" Suddenly seeing a ghost, Yun Mu couldn't help but take a few steps back. This is because Xiao Wenjun is good-looking. If she looked a little more fierce, he wouldn't have to take a few steps back. "You've finished." Qin Yao waved his hand and said, "Let's go play." Xiao Wenjun: “…” "I understand." Yun Mu's expression kept changing, and finally he cupped his hands, turned around and said, "I'll take my leave." Qin Yao silently watched his figure disappear in front of the door, and four words suddenly popped into his mind: rootless duckweed. Obviously a few days ago, he carried a strong momentum that he did not dare to violate. However, in the blink of an eye, this strong momentum failed and seemed to have sucked away all his energy and energy. Thinking like this, he suddenly felt a little more enlightened. He subconsciously picked up the brush and wrote the word "quan" on the yellow talisman. “What does he do? It feels so strange to me.” Xiao Wenjun said. Qin Yao glanced at her: "Why haven't you left yet?" Xiao Wenjun: "..." Not long after. The female ghost floated out of the lobby with a curse in her heart and sat on the wall, dangling her long legs, thinking silently. In order to get a chance to break the situation, she did not hesitate to hand over her soul. In this case, although she could escape, the price of escape was too high and she could not bear it. However, there are fifty avenues and forty-nine heavenly evolutions. There is no absolute in everything, and there is a glimmer of hope in desperate situations. As long as the person holding her soul dies, she can regain her freedom. So, her biggest problem now is **** that **** silently. The female ghost thought about it over and over again, but she couldn't come up with a great idea, but her thoughts went astray without even realizing it... I don’t know if this guy is close to women or not. With full concentration, Qin Yao practiced from dusk until late at night. Qin Yao, who was warm all over, silently felt the magic power in his body that had grown stronger. He exhaled a long breath, and a smile flashed on his face. As mentioned earlier, although his actual combat power is comparable to that of an earth master, his spiritual cultivation is only at the third level of a human master. What is the concept of the three levels of human-teacher? The mana in the Dantian is only a small amount, and it is only a little bigger than a goose egg when viewed visually. Let alone driving flying swords, even higher-level yellow talismans cannot be drawn. Therefore, when fighting, Qin Yao likes to use his abnormal body to crush... Speaking of which, is there a shortcut to practicing talisman cultivation? The answer is yes.
There are even many more. But the problem is that Qin Yao can't use any of them now. He can only transfer the mana out by drawing talismans, turn it into spiritual talismans, and then absorb the mana in the spiritual talismans back into his body to form a small Zhoutian. Qin Yao heard Uncle Jiu say before that in the past, the cultivation of talisman cultivators was not so troublesome. It was basically the same as ordinary monks, relying on absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to practice. Everyone knows what happened later. The spiritual energy in the world gradually dried up for some unknown reason. The monks began to retreat from the city to the deep mountains and old forests, famous mountains and rivers, and even the vast oceans, looking for a glimmer of hope in cultivating the Tao. Comparatively speaking, talisman repair is a little better. At least it can form a small cycle of heaven and earth by drawing talismans and enhance the mana in the body... The third watch of the day. Qin Yao breathed out, hung up his brush, and was just about to clean up the messy table when he suddenly saw a cup of hot tea flying in from outside the house. “Xiao Wenjun, what are you doing?” “You must be tired after practicing till now, drink a cup of hot water.” Xiao Wenjun appeared and said with a smile. Qin Yao looked at her suspiciously: "You didn't spit in it, did you?" Xiao Wenjun’s smile froze. I am a ghost, a ghost! Where did the saliva come from! “Of course not. Even if I want to vomit, I can’t.” "Did you poison me? If you poison me to death, you can be free again." Qin Yao then said. Xiao Wenjun was shocked. It’s not that she really poisoned the water, but she was worried that the other party would see what she was thinking. This stinky Taoist priest is already difficult to deal with. If he continues to be wary of her in every possible way, how can he possibly escape? "Why don't you speak?" Qin Yao said with a half-smile, "Isn't it true that he was poisoned?" “Good intentions are worthless, you can drink it or not.” Xiao Wenjun said angrily, put the tea cup heavily on the table, turned around and flew out of the lobby. Qin Yao glanced down at the tea in front of him, smiled softly, and began to clear away the talisman papers on the table. Outside the window, Xiao Wenjun stared at Qin Yao's figure without blinking, and kept thinking in his heart: Drink, you should drink! She did not poison the tea, but she did put something in it. However, what disappointed her was that Qin Yao never touched the cup of tea from beginning to end. “Hey, the freedom I want!” Seeing Qin Yao walking out of the lobby door, Xiao Wenjun couldn’t help but sigh at his bleak fate. At this moment, I wonder if God heard her call, Qin Yao actually walked back and picked up the cup of hot water on the table... (End of this chapter)