Time flew by unknowingly, and half a month had passed in the blink of an eye.
Food was also replenished three times.
With practicing day and night every day, the proficiency of Guiding Talisman was slowly but surely improved to the proficiency level.
Chen Li didn't want to wait any longer and officially started his first attempt at making an evil talisman.
During this period of time, he had become very familiar with the structure of the amulet, and he had a complete picture of it. He had simulated the drawing method countless times, and sometimes he even dreamed of drawing the amulet.
It can be said that everything is ready and everything is ready, just waiting for practice.
The pen and ink on the table are ready, and the processed animal skins left by the original owner have been cut out.
There are exactly five of them, lined up in a row on the table with a sense of ceremony.
He quietly closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, waiting for noon to come.
This is because the success rate of drawing an evil talisman at noon is the highest.
Soon he opened his eyes and stood up.
Begin to skillfully perform the entry, mind training and blessing rituals before drawing the talisman.
It had been a long time since he had performed such a complicated ritual.
Just like parking a car, you need to be meticulous when you first learn it.
What to look at when, what angle to pay attention to, when to turn the steering wheel, and how much to turn.
But if you park a lot, you just have to feel it.
But today's talisman was different. He had to go all out and not make any mistakes.
Feeling that he was in good condition, Chen Li picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and began to draw characters.
"not good!"
The animal hides emitted green smoke and the smell of burnt food filled the air.
The first one was scrapped.
…
The second one was also scrapped.
Seeing that there were only three animal skins left, his hand holding the pen trembled, cold sweat quickly broke out on his forehead, and he hurriedly stopped.
"call!"
He leaned back on the chair, rubbed his face vigorously, and then looked at the dark roof in silence. These days, he spent not only time and energy day and night, but also full of expectations and hopes for a better life in the future.
hope……
"What went wrong?"
"I've done the simulation of the painting method hundreds of times during this period, so there shouldn't be any problems."
"The transmission of spiritual power is not stable enough? I have drawn so many talismans during this period, so there should be no such low-level mistakes..."
He was thinking hard, not caring about ironing, and picked up the two waste talismans that were still emitting green smoke on the table, gently wiped away the scorch marks on them, and carefully studied the structure of the two waste talismans.
The lines on it are smooth and natural, and there is still a faint residual spiritual power flowing, so no obvious problems can be seen.
The failure points of the two talismans were surprisingly consistent. Each time, they could only draw one-fifth of the drawing before they lost control of their spiritual power inexplicably and could no longer draw.
"Is it because my previous rituals were not pious enough...or was it the wrong time?"
The former was difficult to confirm, but the latter... He immediately stood up and opened the door. It was noon outside and the sun was shining brightly. It was undoubtedly a good time to draw an evil charm.
It seems that this is not the problem.
He closed the door.
He returned to his position and sat down painfully.
It’s not that he can’t accept failure, it’s that he can’t accept failure that is so inexplicable that he doesn’t even know what the problem is.
"There must be something overlooked."
Then he noticed the bottles and cans on the table, and suddenly he had an idea.
"Wait a minute, maybe 'Mo' is wrong!"
The more he thought about it, the more likely it was. He stood up excitedly, picked up the jars and looked at them one by one. There were no labels or any obvious marks on them. Some of them were liquid and some were powder.
Fortunately, there are only two jars of 'blood ink' in total.
It's either/or, it's a good choice.
In fact, it is not difficult to distinguish the two kinds of blood ink.
One has a strong fishy smell, and the other has a light fishy smell.
One has obvious spiritual power fluctuations, while the other is much weaker.
I don’t know if he is lucky or not. Before this, Chen Li always used the latter when drawing talismans.
In order to confirm, he got up and read the "Eight Kinds of Talisman Making Methods" that he had read countless times.
I found that it was not that he had ignored it at all, but that the description of which kind of blood ink to choose was not mentioned at all.
"This... this author has gone too far. Even a book on talismans during the Qi Refining Period is written in a secretive manner, and such core things can be omitted."
He was a little angry, so he turned the book to the end and looked at the author's name.
"The layman in blue robe!"
"Remember you."
…
After venting his frustration for a while, and seeing that there was still time, Chen Li meditated again and adjusted his breath. Fortunately, he had not consumed much spiritual energy before, and it didn't take long for him to adjust himself to the best state.
There is no need to go into details about the various preliminary preparations and pre-ceremonies.
Feeling the tranquility in his heart, Chen Li took out a talisman base, picked up the pen and lightly dipped it in the brand new 'blood ink'. Without any hesitation, he began to write.
The brush strokes were smooth, like flowing clouds and water, without any stagnation, the spiritual power was smooth, everything went extremely smoothly, and there were no accidents during the process.
He endured the discomfort of almost having his spiritual power drained away, and finished the whole painting in one go, heartily.
"It's done!"
Seeing the light on the surface of the talisman gradually dimming and finally disappearing, Chen Li's tense spirit relaxed and he felt exhausted.
He half-reclined on the reclining chair and looked at the talisman, with a faint smile on his lips, and didn't want to move his body.
He himself felt strange about his reaction.
He worked hard day and night for half a month without leaving home, and now he finally succeeded. He should have been excited, should have been excited, and not as dull as he is now.
But in fact, he may be happy at this moment, but it is more of the sense of stability that fills his body.
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"I can finally gain a foothold in this world!" He closed the property panel and sighed with satisfaction.
Immediately afterwards, I suddenly felt a little confused.
It seems as if the target has been lost.
I didn't know for a moment what to do next?
Although he was tired and hard during this period, the feeling of going all out to accomplish his goals under the huge pressure of survival made him feel extremely fulfilled, as if his life had meaning.
Thinking about it carefully, I have never felt this way since the college entrance examination.
Ever since I went to college, my life has been a complete mess. I muddle along until I graduate from college, and then enter the society with a lot of bumps. As for pressure, maybe finding a girlfriend is a bit stressful.
"Forget it, let's eat one meal at a time and walk one step at a time. Once we make the talisman and sell it for money, we can then make plans."
As for today, he planned to give himself a holiday.
I haven't had a good rest since time travel to now.