Chapter 278 Come and learn to draw talismans from the teacher (4000 words two in one chapter)
Zhao Xun naturally found it difficult to refuse, and had no reason to refuse.
"Well, how about having a hot pot meal in this courtyard?"
Hot pot was invented by Zhao Xun. There was no such thing in this world before.
Although it is just a simple matter of pouring the prepared ingredients into a copper pot, the aroma that fills the mouth and the spicy and exciting feeling that dances between the taste buds will give people a hearty pleasure.
“Hotpot is good, hotpot is good!”
Long Qingquan, the third senior brother who calls himself a gourmet, said quickly: "Just eat hot pot."
He was afraid that Zhao Xun would go back on his word and strike while the iron was hot: "Junior brother, you don't even need to find a charcoal fire. We will just use the true energy to ignite the fire."
"..."
Zhao Xun stared at the third senior brother Long Qingquan with a dark look on his face, thinking that the third senior brother really has you, a dignified second-grade practitioner, use your true energy to light the fire and eat hot pot.
If the mountain chief knew this, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood?
Well, the mountain chief should know, right?
"How can you eat hot pot without sour plum soup? Senior brothers and sisters, this time I will let you try my exclusive custom-made sour plum soup."
When it comes to tinkering with these things, Zhao Xun is really a good player.
In his opinion, food and love are the only things in the world that cannot be lived up to.
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The best part of life is that you never know what will happen next.
Zhao Xun never thought that they were preparing to eat hot pot, and his mentor Qinglian Taoist Master Wu Quanyi came over uninvited and took the initiative to join them.
"Oh, this smell is really amazing. My dear disciple, why don't you call me a master if you secretly eat delicious food here?"
Taoist priest Qinglian put his hands behind his back and said leisurely.
Damn...
Zhao Xun was shocked.
Teacher, is this a dog’s nose? It can smell it from more than ten miles away?
"Look what you said, didn't my disciple greet the senior brothers and sisters in the academy today? I didn't dare to disturb you."
"What's the fuss about?"
Taoist Master Qinglian raised his eyebrows: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's just a matter of adding a chair and a pair of chopsticks."
"..."
Now Zhao Xun really didn't know what to say. His mentor had already said this, so he had no reason to refuse.
Zhao Xun quickly ordered someone to add a chair and a pair of bowls and chopsticks for his mentor.
"Today is a good day. Junior brother, why don't you write a poem to cheer everyone up?"
Third senior brother Long Qingquan was really excited and started to do things. Zhao Xun said in his heart that he was an expert.
But he really doesn’t want to write poetry now.
Although his poetry reserve is very rich, it is ultimately limited, and one poem will be used less than one.
He has been consuming a lot of poetry recently, so he still needs to have a snack and think about the follow-up.
If anything involves consumption, there are two ways to maintain it: increase revenue and reduce expenditure.
For Zhao Xun, it is impossible to increase revenue, so he can only reduce expenditure.
"Well, Third Senior Brother, let's not do those vain things ourselves. Come, eat food, eat food..."
Long Qingquan only thought that Zhao Xun was acting weird today, but he couldn't tell what went wrong.
"That's all, that's all, let's eat some vegetables."
"It's fate that we all can get together today. If the Demon Sect and the barbarians hadn't besieged the city, I never imagined that such a day would happen."
Zhao Xun said with emotion: "Teacher, you have always wanted to meet the senior brothers and sisters in the academy, but now you have got your wish, right?"
Qinglian Taoist Priest Wu Quanyi nodded slightly: "Yes, seeing these brothers and sisters of yours, I can rest assured as a teacher. Everyone in the academy is indeed a talented person."
Good times are always short.
After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, everyone was already feeling waning.
"My good disciple, I actually have something to tell you when I come here this time."
Qinglian Taoist Master Wu Quanyi said leisurely: "Are you willing to learn talismans?"
Huh? What does this mean, mentor?
Suddenly I want to teach him talismans.
"Don't get me wrong, being a teacher has no other meaning. It's just that you can never know things in this world. Life and death are unpredictable. Now that the war is coming, no one knows what will happen during the battle, and no one knows whether he will be able to survive after the battle.
Survive.”
Wu Quanyi's mood was a little low, and then he sighed and said: "Master, I don't want this magic talisman to be lost."
Damn it.
Why am I so sad and emo while talking.
What about being optimistic and positive?
"What are you talking about? All of us will be fine and nothing will happen to us. As for the magic spell you mentioned, my disciple is willing to learn it."
In fact, Zhao Xun himself doesn't like Taoist magic.
In his opinion, this thing is a bit too mysterious.
The key is that it doesn't match Zhao Xun's temperament.
But for the sake of talking quickly, it would be unreasonable for Zhao Xun not to accept the offer.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a good disciple, what a good disciple. I really did not misjudge the person."
A flash of light flashed in Wu Quanyi's eyes, and then his whole person became energetic.
"The core of the magic of divine talismans lies in the perseverance of the mind. No matter what kind of talisman you want to draw, you must keep your mind firm from beginning to end."
After a pause, Wu Quanyi continued: "Can you do it?"
"My disciple can do it."
Zhao Xun replied without thinking.
"Okay, then my teacher will teach you how to draw talisman."
"Well, something is not right at this time, how about another day?"
My mentor was really drunk. He was drawing talisman in front of so many academy brothers and sisters. He was really not afraid of being stolen.
"What to change?"
Wu Quanyi's expression was serious: "There are no outsiders here. Aren't these all your senior brothers and sisters?"
Well
Now Zhao Xun really didn't know what to say.
Life!
That's all, let's start school on site.
"My good disciple, let's start from the simplest talisman."
Wu Quanyi raised his eyebrows and yelled, "Come on the pen." Then a brush flew into his hand.
"The pen and the sword are essentially the same. It's just that the pen looks softer. But if you want to draw a talisman with a realm, you still need strength."
Wu Quanyi used his wrist strength and took the lead in drawing a "righteousness character".
"The core of the meaning of the character lies in this."
Wu Quanyi paused and said, "Some people are very good at drawing talismans at the beginning, but they get discouraged when it comes to the finishing touch. My dear disciple, come and try it."
Uh, are you ready now?
Zhao Xun felt that it was a bit sudden.
However, it was difficult for him to refuse his mentor's orders.
"Then please give me more advice."
Zhao Xun quickly took the brush, then imitated his teacher's example, held the brush tightly, and then tapped a little on it.
"Yes, that's it. Don't be too strong, and don't be too light."
Wu Quanyi was extremely excited when he saw that Zhao Xun was drawing the talisman with style.
"My dear disciple, you are very talented at drawing talismans, and you are not inferior to studying at all."
Taoist priests reserve skills for drawing talismans, but Zhao Xun is not a Taoist priest after all, so why should he be talented in drawing talismans?
Zhao Xun asked if he clicked the wrong skill point?
"The word "meaning" is divided into two sides, with a dot in the middle."
Wu Quanyi repeated this seemingly simple formula, and Zhao Xun quickly remembered it in his heart.
Complaints are all complaints, but Zhao Xun still has to learn how to draw talismans seriously and not to hurt his mentor's heart.
"Teacher, why does it feel weird when I draw this talisman?"
"Well"
Wu Quanyi didn't know this, and was really shocked when he saw it.
The overall proportions of the meaning character drawn by Zhao Xun do appear to be too thin.
"Tsk tsk"
Wu Quanyi swallowed and said, "My good disciple, when you draw the talisman, try to spread your strength so that the talismans you draw will not be crowded together."
"Well, my disciple has written it down."
According to Zhao Xun’s experience, we still have to try to keep these details in mind.
Sometimes the success of drawing a talisman depends on that tremor.
After a short period of practice, Zhao Xun has initially mastered the process of drawing talisman.
Although the talisman he drew was not comparable to the talisman drawn by Qinglian Taoist Master Wu Quanyi, at least he made his mentor happy, which is more important than anything else.
After sending his mentor away happily, Zhao Xun asked his brothers and sisters to resign.
"Brothers and sisters, it's getting late. I won't bother you anymore. You should go to bed early."
After Zhao Xun left the other hospital, he went straight back to the Delinquents' Yamen.
"Well, brother Mingyun, you are back. I thought you had encountered some accident."
Seeing Zhao Xun quietly return to the bad people's office, Wangcai jumped over like a rabbit.
"Bah, look at your crow's mouth. What kind of accident could happen in Chang'an City if you are so good?"
"That's true. By the way, brother Mingyun, have you eaten? How about I go get you another bowl of noodles?"
"Well, that's no need. I ate hot pot."
Zhao Xun said with some guilt.
"hot pot"
Sure enough, after hearing these two words, Wangcai swallowed his saliva almost instinctively.
"Brother Mingyun, why didn't you call me?"
"Well, today's occasion is inappropriate, isn't it?"
"That's all, it's getting late, so you should go to bed early."
After Zhao Xun returned to the room, he did not go to sleep immediately. Instead, he began to meditate on the moral characters that his mentor, Qinglian Taoist Priest Wu Quanyi, had just taught him to draw.
"This meaning character is said to be the simplest talisman among the talismans, but it is still a bit difficult for me to draw. But my teacher clearly said that I have the talent to draw talismans. Is it just to encourage me?"
Zhao Xun was talking to himself while recalling the details of his teacher's lectures.
"If a person has talent in everything, it means he has no talent in everything, which is useless."
Zhao Xun laughed at himself.
His talent for drawing talismans was still incomparable to his talent for reading. He was glad that he had made the right choice. If he had not entered the academy, God knows what the trajectory of his life would have been like.
However, in order to make his mentor Qinglian Taoist Priest Wu Quanyi happy, Zhao Xun will still work hard to learn how to draw talismans.
Besides, the meaning of the book will become apparent after you read it a hundred times.
Even if he has no talent, he will still achieve success if he practices more often.
sandbar.
Guard the Yamen.
Liu Lin and Feng Hao were discussing an important matter.
That is whether to return to Chang'an.
Now the Anxi Army has gained a resting place on Shazhou.
In a short period of time, the Anxi Army does not need to consider the threat from the rebels of the Thirty-Six Countries in the Western Regions.
But whether to return to Chang'an is indeed a bit confusing.
The current situation in Chang'an is no better than that in the Western Regions.
The strength of the northern barbarians is even higher than that of the Thirty-Six of the Western Regions.
Coupled with the great killer weapon of the Demon Sect, it can be said that Chang'an is now under great pressure.
Returning to Chang'an at this time, it is very likely that they will not be able to enter the city and will encounter the main force of the prairie barbarians in the wild.
This is a very fatal thing.
If we win by then, it will be easy to say, but if we lose, we will inevitably have to bear the responsibility.
At that time, not only will they have no merit, but they will be guilty.
"Protector, if that doesn't work, I'll return in my own name."
After hesitating for a long time, Feng Hao still sighed.
After much thought, he realized that it would be inconvenient for the entire Anxi Army to return to Chang'an, and it would be difficult to predict the outcome of a partial battle.
In addition, Liu Lin is the general of the defeated army. If he loses more and more, the pressure he will bear will be too great.
Feng Hao would not have such worries.
He led the bad guys to the Western Regions to reinforce the Anxi Army.
Later, he single-handedly rescued the Anxi army from the sea of fire, which was a meritorious service.
Moreover, Feng Hao is a cultivator after all and can fly to the sky and escape from the earth. It is not difficult to enter Chang'an City.
Without the Anxi Army as a drag, it was only a matter of time before Feng Hao returned to Chang'an.
"fair enough."
Liu Lin nodded and said, "Master Feng, you have to be careful along the way. Although we are already inside the pass, it is inevitable that we will encounter people with ulterior motives."
"Well, don't worry, General Liu. You only need to take good care of the Anxi Army. Once we resolve the Chang'an Rebellion, we will go back and deal with the Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Western Regions."
"Okay, let's just say goodbye. We'll regret it later."
"Nanbarbarian invasion!"
"Nanbarbarian invasion!"
The soldiers who reported the news galloped all the way on fast horses, heading north along the official road.
He finally escaped from Jiannan Road.
The road to Shu is difficult, and it is difficult to reach the blue sky.
The tragic situation in Jiannan is vivid, and Jinguan City was destroyed.
The southern barbarians and witchcraft masters have taken over Jiannan Road with great force, and there is a possibility of marching north to the Central Plains at any time.
With the fall of Jiannan Road, Chang'an had no barrier.
If we fail to prepare in advance, the consequences will be disastrous.
So he must report the news to the court immediately.
The sooner this task is completed, the sooner the court can respond.
But he hasn't changed his war horse for a long time, and he hasn't rested for a long time.
The man is tired, the horse is exhausted, and he is exhausted.
It is impossible to continue traveling for much longer under such circumstances.
Sure enough, when he passed a sharp bend, he was thrown off the horse.
Suddenly suffering from this misfortune, he felt a sharp pain all over his body.
When I turned over, I saw that there was blood dripping from it, but it had already opened a big hole.
"hiss"
The severe pain made him gasp.
He forced himself to sit up and tore off a piece of cloth to bandage the wound.
He can't fall down. He definitely can't fall down at this time.
The information he wanted to report was very critical, related to the safety of Chang'an City and the lives of the people of Chang'an.
No matter how difficult or tiring it is, he must grit his teeth and persevere!
As long as he doesn't vent his anger, he can get to Chang'an!
Fortunately among the misfortunes, the war horse has not run far yet.
He struggled to stand up and limped towards the war horse dozens of steps away.
Although the distance was not very far, it took him a long time to walk.
When he finally reached the war horse, he was exhausted.