After discussing the Zhang family affairs, the eighth uncle reported to the old man one by one the strange things that happened in Guyaju and Yanyang Mulin. After listening to this, the old man frowned and was not in a hurry to check the sinkhole in the backyard, but

He looked at Fu Shi and said:

"Eleven, draw the evil spirit talisman again."

"Yes"

Fu Shiyi took the order and stood up, sketching the runes according to the talisman in the Consciousness Sea. As expected, he failed when he finished writing. The old man gave her another second-level talisman paper and talisman pen, but it still didn't work.<

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"Old man, is it true that this evil talisman must be painted with human blood?" The eighth uncle is a little worried about gain and loss. If this is the case, then this talisman can only be used as a life-saving talisman and cannot be produced in large quantities and sold.

"Not really." The old man thought for a long time and said: "I looked at the runes outlined by the eleventh just now, they look like the blood-carved runes from ancient times!"

Ancient blood jar?!

When everyone in the hall heard this, they all stood up excitedly.

In ancient times, talismans were divided into spiritual talismans, ink urns, and blood urns. However, ink urns were rare, and only those sects with ancient inheritances survived. Blood urns had never appeared in the world of immortality in Central and South China.

The old man stared at Fu Shiyi with burning eyes, obviously a little excited:

"Eleven, is there a talisman in your consciousness sea?"

Fu Shiyi was stunned. She was about to consult the old man privately. After hearing this, she nodded directly: "I was in the foggy space, and after I successfully visualized the rune, it suddenly appeared in my sea of ​​consciousness.

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"That's right!"

The old man looked at Fu Shiyi with a more appreciative look:

"In the ancient blood seal, if you want to make a talisman, you must first visualize it. If you don't plant the talisman in the sea of ​​consciousness, you will never be able to make it. Even in ancient times, the talisman maker who could make the blood seal was a rare person.

First, it depends on talent."

Fu Shiyi was a little confused when she heard this. She didn't know whether she was the person with outstanding talents as mentioned by the old man, because she followed the movement of the ancient leaf pattern in the Consciousness Sea space and planted the talisman in the Consciousness Sea.<

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"This blood jar does require blood essence to be painted, but it is not limited to human essence and blood. The essence and blood of all things can be used."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at the eighth uncle. The eighth uncle immediately understood. He patted the storage bag and carefully took out a porcelain bottle and placed it in front of Fu Shiyi's desk: "Eleven, this bottle is the mid-level second-level moon-containing tiger spirit."

Blood, try again."

"Yes!"

Under everyone's expectant and hot gazes, Fu Shishi suddenly became inexplicably nervous. He silently recited the Heart-Cleaning Mantra several times in his heart. After clearing away distracting thoughts, he wrote and circulated his spiritual energy.

Seeing this, everyone onlookers couldn't help but slow down their breathing, for fear of accidentally disturbing Fu Shiyi.

As the talisman pen fell on the paper, as soon as Fu Shiyi sketched a talisman path, he felt that the talisman pen became heavier, and it became more and more serious as he went to the back. The runes that could have been sketched out in half a quarter of an hour, it

It took nearly half an hour. If she hadn't possessed twice the consciousness that is different from ordinary people, she would have fainted due to mental exhaustion.

But even so, she was still sweating profusely, and the spiritual energy in her body was almost dry. Fortunately, the runes only lacked the final finishing touch.

"Ouch..."

As Fu Shiyi's talisman pen finally landed on the blank space in the center of the talisman paper.

A deafening tiger roar jumped out of the paper and hit people's hearts. Except for the old man, everyone present staggered and almost fell down. Fortunately, the tiger roar disappeared within a few seconds.

"Eleven, you are tired!"

After regaining his composure, the eighth uncle asked Sanniang to help Fu Shiyi sit down on the chair. Then he swallowed his saliva and stepped forward to hand the blood jar on the table to the old man. After looking at it, the old man looked at everyone anxiously.

He nodded with his eyes:

"It is indeed a blood jar. Although it is only the second level, it is a type of blood jar that is specialized in defeating monsters."

"Eleven, you have made a great contribution!!"

Although there are records of some strange characteristics in the Qingxumen Sutra Pavilion, the methods to deal with them have not been preserved, regardless of the research nature of the blood seal script text. This alone is enough to show that this drive

The importance of blood seal script.

When the Eighth Uncle heard this, he immediately calculated in his mind how much demonic beast essence blood the clan still had in stock. Now that strange things are happening everywhere, the demand for this evil blood seal script will definitely exceed the supply.

Unfortunately, it seems that Eleven can only produce two blood seal scripts at most every day.

As if he could see through the eighth uncle's thoughts, the old man said calmly:

"Although weird things are happening in the east and west counties nowadays, they are not common. It is not a good time for the evil-driving blood seal to appear."

The eighth uncle immediately understood. What the old man meant was that he wanted them to accumulate as many evil-dispelling blood seals as possible and wait for the opportunity in the future.

It was already dinner time. After having dinner at Guyaju, Babo returned to Yanyang Mulin. The next day, he accompanied the old man to explore the sinkhole in the backyard of Yanyang Lake.

The old man was the first to enter the Yanyang courtyard. Fu Shiyi was leading the way. The grandfather and grandson were walking one behind the other. The old man suddenly said:

"Eleven, you...your father and brother-in-law, how have you been doing well these past few years?"

Fu Shiyi's steps forward paused, and it seemed that his grandfather had not seen his father and brother-in-law for forty years. He couldn't understand the feeling in his heart, so he said truthfully:

"My father has become much quieter since his failure to build the foundation ten years ago. He has hardly lived at home these years. When he took his uncle to the Southern Wilderness eight years ago, he broke his arm. Not long after my father came back,

So he went to the Southern Wilderness for the second time, saying that he was going to look for the second-order Xuanqinghua. Five years had passed quickly, but my father wrote back and said that something happened and he was trapped in the Southern Wilderness, and he would not be able to come back for a while."

"Yeah"

The old man responded after a long time, and when Fu Shixi arrived at the front of the yard, he took out an exquisite gift box from his storage bag and handed it to him:

"This is your eldest brother's gift to you."

The gift of hair extensions?!

Fu Shiyi was stunned, she was about to be twenty-two, could she still receive a hairpin gift?!

Fu Shiyi returned to the Second Entrance Courtyard with the gift box in hand. Sanniang was waiting in the wooden pavilion, obviously waiting for her here. When she saw Fu Shiyi coming back, she said:

"Eleven, how is your elder brother doing at Qingxumen?"

Sanniang had accompanied her eldest brother at the Luanzhou border for many years, and she obviously remembered her very much. Fu Shiyi smiled and patted the gift box:

"Grandpa said that my eldest brother has now reached the late stage of the seventh level of Qi training, and was promoted to a first-level high-grade weapon refiner not long ago. Everything is fine with him. Not only that, but he also gave me a gift of a hairpin, eldest brother

It’s true. If you forget it, forget it. Why do you have to send it back six years later?”

Fu Shiyi complained, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Seeing this, Sanniang smiled and said: "How could your elder brother forget such a big event as your coming of age? I remember that when we were at the border of Luanzhou, he kept asking me about what you like in your daily life. What do you think?

It’s possible that I was delayed by certain things.”

After hearing this, Fu Shiyi felt sweet in his heart.

Over the years, their brother and sister have not only exchanged letters. Every time, the eldest brother would ask someone to bring her some popular gadgets that girls like.
Chapter completed!