Five days later, Wei Long walked out of his room and came to the room in the center. He saw at a glance that the ground of the room was covered with broken leaves, while Yang Song held an unknown leaf the size of a palm with a solemn expression, staring at the leaf with his eyes tightly.

The leaves slowly and firmly spread along the largest vein in the center, and slowly spread towards the first branch on the leaves. Wei Long stood at the door of the room without moving, fearing that he would disturb Yang Song, and his attention was also on the leaf in Yang Song's hand. He also wanted to see how Yang Song's control of his true energy has reached now.

Yang Song didn't seem to have noticed that Wei Long had appeared at all. After a moment, Yang Song's expression gradually became severe. The shimmer lights flowing on the leaves had completely spread to the branches of the first section and began to spread towards the smaller branches of the second section. The shimmer light, which was like a hair, also trembled slightly.

Sure enough, the branch of the second section only spread to more than half, and the leaves in Yang Song's hand suddenly exploded to pieces, as if they were cut by thousands of sword energy in an instant. Yang Song looked at his empty right hand with some disappointment, and subconsciously prepared to pick up a leaf and repeat the movement just now.

Wei Long smiled, stepped into the room, nodded and praised, "Not bad! Not bad! It's good to be able to do this in five days. It seems that you have put in a lot of effort! Sharpening a knife will not delay the chopping of wood, you will never waste the five days of time that seem to be wasted!"

Yang Song then raised his head suddenly and looked at Wei Long in surprise: "Long Wei, you are out of seclusion!" But when he heard Wei Long's praise, he seemed to be a little dissatisfied with him, frowned and said, "But I still can't do what you said spread to the whole leaf without hurting the leaf. As long as there is a slight mistake, the power of true energy will instantly tear the leaves apart..."

Wei Long shook his head and laughed: "Okay, it's not possible to do that overnight. If you can do it to this point, it's more than enough to make first-level talismans. You can take time to practice well in the future. Today I will start teaching you how to make the talismans!"

The view of the cultivation world is too serious. Even for fellow disciples, it is not common to teach others what they know. Even if they are masters and apprentices, they have the habit of keeping a hand. When Yang Song heard Wei Long say this, he felt a little embarrassed and wanted to refuse. However, when he thought of the attitudes of those people and wanted to learn how to make these talismans, Yang Song nodded fiercely: "Yeah! Thank you so much! Long Wei, I don't know how to repay you..."

Wei Long raised his brows and waved his hand and said indifferently: "It's great, you learn it quickly and even if you can repay me. If you can't learn it, you will lose me. If you tell me about it in the future, I, Wei Long, will teach others things, and there will be situations where I can't learn it!"

After Yang Song heard this, he naturally made this joke from Wei Long to comfort himself. Zhan Yan smiled and nodded, walked to his desk, which contained the grinded and prepared red blood cinnabar. He picked up the talisman pen and sank into that calm state.

Wei Long nodded secretly. If you want to make it successfully, you can enter the state of being calm when you pick up the talisman pen. This is the most important thing. Wei Long whispered: "Yang Song, remember what I said last time! Just follow the key points I said, try making it once!"

Yang Song nodded lightly, without a trace of expression on his face, and his whole body seemed to be about to be involved in talisman making. The next moment, Yang Song's eyes shot directly on the blank yellow talisman paper. The talisman pen was lightly dipped in a little red blood cinnabar, and his right hand trembled gently over the talisman paper.

The tip of the talisman pen moved quickly on the talisman paper, and a faint white light slowly turned into a halo on the talisman paper on the talisman paper. The halo was fused with the red blood cinnabar and slowly turned into cloud patterns and appeared continuously.

After a quarter of an hour passed, Yang Song suddenly breathed a sigh of relief as if his true energy was exhausted, and sat on the chair behind. A faint whirlwind suddenly erupted from the talisman on the table. The cloud patterns on the talisman paper quickly changed, forming a rotating whirlwind-like shape fixed, and a faint wave of spiritual energy was transmitted from it. After a moment, it became completely silent.

Yang Song stared at the talisman on the desktop blankly and murmured to himself in disbelief: "This...is this...success?"

Wei Long smiled, walked forward, patted Yang Song's shoulder, nodded, and said firmly: "Yes, you succeeded, and not the kind of forced production. Although it is still a yellow-quality magical talisman, it is very good overall!"

When Yang Song heard Wei Long's affirmation, he jumped up from the chair like a child, grabbed the talisman and looked left and right. It seemed as if a child had seen his favorite toy and kept grinning: "I succeed! I succeed! I finally made the third talisman!"

Wei Long smiled and looked at Yang Song without saying anything. He was like this at that time. He achieved results through his unremitting efforts, even if it was insignificant to others, but for himself, it was the most true manifestation of his progress. Continuous progress may be what every monk pursues! Wei Long said this in his heart.

Yang Song's foundation in making talismans is still very good. Because he prefers to make talismans, he has basically never heard of the explanations of Master Chuan Gong. He doesn't even know some of the most basic things and cannot perfectly control the true energy in his body. This guy can actually make two kinds of talismans, which is enough to explain the problem.

It's like a wooden barrel that is missing, and it won't be filled no matter how much water is filled. Now Wei Long just installed the missing wooden board. The learning of the Shenxing Talisman was very smooth. It took only a week to fully learn the key points and techniques that must be paid attention to. Although the success rate is less than 10%, it is only a matter of practice that has gradually improved.

Yang Song's ice talisman, whose success rate has always been very low, also improved its success rate smoothly due to the continuous improvement of the control of true energy. Half a month later, Wei Long has begun to explain to Yang Song the production of the first-level sword energy talisman. It has a completely different nature from the previous three, the attack of the fireball talisman and the stability of the divine movement talisman.

Yang Song couldn't master the key to condense sword energy for several days, and the portrayal of cloud patterns always failed. Wei Long wanted to stuff knowledge into Yang Song's head and spent several days in the central talisman making room. However, when Wei Long returned to his room, he found a big problem, and the little toad disappeared...

PS: My records that I updated stably and on time were opened again... I will come up and post it myself if I beat you to death in the future! A bloody lesson! Sorry, everyone, this chapter is updated a little late...
Chapter completed!