Su Che and the others walked out for more than ten steps when the old man came out of the door and called out to them.
"Old man, do you have anything else to do?"
"Come with me. Dongzi, watch the house!"
A young man from the shop next door responded.
The old man took Su Che and others through a narrow alley next to the market and arrived at a shabby-looking compound.
The old man took out the key and opened one of the rooms, "There are all talisman papers inside. You go in and pick them yourself. Take whichever one you like!"
"Hey!" Su Che felt hot and went in to choose.
The little fat man also wanted to go in, but was stopped by the old man, "You don't understand, what are you doing in there?"
"Who says I don't understand!" Xiaopang muttered, rolled his eyes, turned around and got close to the old man.
Su Che entered the room. The room was not big, but everything inside was covered with yellow paper.
Yellow paper, talisman paper, mixed together.
Su Che immediately understood what the old man meant.
From just now, the other party has actually been testing whether he really understands or is being instigated by others.
There were so many good things at the moment that Su Che didn't care about anything else. He picked out all the talismans and hugged the good ones several times.
Some of them are good, and some are just mediocre.
Su Che estimated that these yellow papers should be enough for him to use for a while.
After all, despite the large amount of yellow paper, the success rate of drawing a talisman is actually not high. If there are so many, one fifth can become a talisman, then the success rate is considered to be very high.
Especially for someone like Su Che, who has no inheritance and no practical experience, he will definitely lose one out of ten. After all, these talismans are far from enough.
Just as he was about to come out while holding the talisman, Su Che suddenly felt something in his heart and stopped.
He carefully moved away a cardboard box, and there was a small dozen of talisman papers underneath, probably about a dozen.
But Su Che's breathing immediately became rapid.
If what the old man gave him just now was a low-grade white talisman, and the ones he jumped out of the room just now were first-grade talismans and second-grade talismans, then this small dozen is a third-grade talisman paper.
Don't look at the simple classification of first, second and third grades. In fact, the effects of the talismans produced by each grade are completely different.
Originally, finding the pile of second-grade talismans would have been enough to satisfy Su Che, but these third-grade talismans were truly an unexpected gain.
Su Che came out holding the talisman with a smile on his face. Unexpectedly, the old man's expression suddenly changed when he saw the thing in his hand, "This won't work!"
Su Che dodged the old man's grab and said, "Old man, you just said that I can pick the things here myself and take away whatever I pick! You can't just keep your word!"
The old man's face became gloomy and clear for a while, and finally said, "This is not included!"
"I don't understand this. They are things you don't need anyway, so why don't you sell them!"
"How do you know I can't use it!"
"If you can use it, can you still let this third-grade talisman paper gather dust in the corner?" Su Che said with a smile, "Old man, I know this is a good thing, just give me a price!"
Although Su Che doesn't have much money, it shouldn't be difficult for him to borrow some money from Xiao Maitreya now that he has the support of the Four Seas Alliance.
Anyway, he should be able to make money back soon after the company opens.
"That's not okay!" the old man said angrily, "You are a little kid, don't ruin my talisman paper. What do you want with such a thing? Are you a talisman master?"
"yes!"
"So, you want these...what did you say?" The old man felt that he was hallucinating.
"I said I am a Talisman Master. Do you have any more questions?"
"I don't believe it!" the old man gritted his teeth. "Unless you draw a picture now."
"This..." Su Che was embarrassed.
Painting is not difficult, he has a heritage, but he has never painted before. It would be too embarrassing if he failed to draw more than a dozen pictures.
"Don't you dare, kid? Humph!"
"Just paint! But the talisman is the inheritance of my master, you can't look at it!"
"That's no problem. You go and draw, I'll wait for you outside!" The old man went out and quickly brought pens, ink, and cinnabar.
Su Che carried his things and entered the house with the talisman.
"Old man, are you not afraid of my boss? Do you have anything prepared in your pocket?" Xiaopang asked with a smile.
"Haha, do you think I'm stupid? Can the one I just drew and the one I prepared in advance be the same?" The old man looked like he was a fool.
The little fat man choked and laughed dryly, "That's right!"
In the room, Su Che dipped a pen in cinnabar, took a deep breath, and started sketching on a piece of talisman paper.
Originally I wanted to go home and practice, but now someone has provided talisman paper and cinnabar, so it would be good to practice here.
In Su Che's inheritance, the talismans are divided into four levels: heaven, earth, black and yellow. Of course, there may be higher ones above the heaven level, but there is no such thing in Su Che's inheritance.
The lowest level of yellow-level talismans are also different, some are simpler and some are more complicated.
Su Che picked a defensive talisman of the lowest level and started writing slowly.
Originally, in his imagination, this thing shouldn't be difficult. He just had to inject the spiritual power in his body into the tip of the pen while drawing the talisman, let the yellow paper and the spiritual power blend smoothly, and then draw downwards without interruption, and he would succeed.
But when it was actually put into practice, Su Che realized how difficult it was.
It took a full quarter of an hour just to let the spiritual power and the talisman merge smoothly.
At the moment of fusion, Su Che sweated.
When drawing the talisman, the tip of the pen should not leave the talisman paper to keep the spiritual power constant. But with one stroke, Su Che found that the spiritual power in his body began to enter the talisman paper continuously, as if there was something on the talisman paper, vigorously drawing the talisman paper.
Absorb normally.
Su Che only insisted on painting one stroke and failed.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he suddenly felt that he had thought too highly of himself just now.
If one picture fails, the worst is to draw ten.
Look now, it's a miracle that he can draw ten pictures.
After resting for a while, Su Che picked up the pen again.
This time, he spent ten minutes communicating and persisted until the third stroke.
But it still failed.
After three times, Su Che felt exhausted and could no longer continue.
"Boss, are you still okay?" Xiaopang had already drank a pot of tea and went to the toilet. But there was still no movement in the room.
"Little Fatty..." Su Che shouted feebly.
Xiaopang was stunned, and then rushed into the room. When he saw Su Che slumped on the chair with a pale face, Xiaopang's eyes turned red instantly, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"
Outside, Chen Yang's expression also changed, and he stretched out his hand to hold the old man down.
Su Che quickly said, "Stop."
The old man did not look at Chen Yang, unwilling to enter the room. He looked at the ruined talisman papers on the table and said, "I didn't expect you to be a talisman master!"
If the other party is not, then he must be using a pen to draw talismans, hoping to get through.
Those were the paintings that Su Che had scrapped. It was obvious that they were all scrapped because they were too mediocre and unsustainable.
Although it is a pity, it proves that Su Che is real.
Su Che smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry, old man, I can't make it today. I'll come back another day!"
Xiaopang helped Su Che get up with red eyes and prepared to leave.