Jibianyu suddenly felt jealous in his heart. He only had time to enter the secret realm today, and he would leave tomorrow. However, the person in front of him could actually stay for such a long time...
"God, he's been here for so long, wouldn't he have taken away all the opportunities in the Night Demon legend?"
Ji Pianyu gasped for air, and his heart became a little more hostile to the fainted young man on the ground. If the opportunity was really taken away by the other party, what would be his share?
"My path to rise!"
Ji Pianyu roared angrily, and he was not afraid of waking up the young man and causing him to fight back. "Hmph, listen, I am the guest of your Yi Nian Sect elder, you'd better be calm with me!"
A few handfuls of rain shouted to the young man on the ground, even if the young man is a genius disciple, he is not afraid. Even if the young man is a genius disciple, he must be respectful to the guests of the elders.
"Um?"
After waiting for a long time, I saw no sign of the other party waking up despite the heavy rain. I suddenly thought, could this person be dead? Could it be that he had been arranged to take the blame when he came here?
"Hiss!" Thinking of this, he instantly squatted down and checked the other party's condition. He found that he was still breathing and full of vitality. He was just unconscious. His hanging heart was then put down.
"Hey, he's quite handsome, his chest is quite broad, and his muscles are very strong!"
Ji Xiaoyu's eyes suddenly lit up. The young man in front of him was too suitable for his taste. Moreover, this man still fainted, still fainted in front of his eyes...
Could it be that it was destined by God?
What a fate!
Ji Pianyu felt like he was the darling of God. Not only had he entered the secret realm that all Yi Nian Sect disciples dreamed of, but as soon as he entered, there was a handsome young man lying on the ground waiting for him to pounce on him. He was so taken care of!
"Hey, wake up! If you don't get up, I will cause trouble!"
Ji Pangyu screamed happily and pushed the other person with his hand. Although he was very talkative, he knew that the person in front of him was a genius disciple of the Yi Nian Sect, so he didn't dare to mess around.
But after calling for a long time, the other party couldn't wake up. Thinking that this person has been here for so many days, the opportunity may have been obtained by this person, and the anger became strong again.
Suddenly, he risked everything, took off one of his own, and then suddenly pulled off the other party's fig leaf...
If Wang Bin were here, he would definitely be sick and vomiting. If he looked carefully, he would definitely find that the young man lying unconscious on the ground and being disturbed by the rain has gone crazy...
Lu Yong!
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Wang Bin was very excited at the moment. After he went back, he drew a new version of the Purple Thunder Talisman.
Last night's enlightenment was not for nothing. He fully demonstrated the mind of a time traveler and created novel things with great imagination.
Many ideas that seem ridiculous in this world are very common in Wang Bin's opinion. For example, no one thought of combining two kinds of talismans before, but Wang Bin thought of it.
Moreover, his blending is not just about putting the two together.
Blending means that sometimes there is more here, sometimes there is more there, and sometimes, some other things are accidentally mixed in...
If we take flour mixing as an example, it means: sometimes a little more water is added, sometimes a little more flour is added, sometimes a little sugar, or milk, egg yolks, or even steamed bun fillings are added.
Even if a steamed bun is made by a master chef with decades of experience, it cannot be the same every time. Sometimes it is softer, sometimes it is harder... Even if everyone thinks it is the same, in fact they have not noticed it.
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After all, no one can guarantee that all conditions will be exactly the same. Even if you deliberately pursue all of this, it is impossible to achieve it.
Wang Bin knows very well that everything in this world affects each other. For example, the place where the buns are made, the air humidity, bacteria, or some things that are not paid attention to at all will affect the quality of the buns.
Looking back, that is to say, Wang Bin mixed runes and drew seals, just like kneading flour to make buns. The seals he drew were different every time.
In this way, the Purple Thunder Talisman is already ever-changing, so it is not surprising that there are multiple versions.
But if you apply this principle to all talisman seals, it would be a bit too much. As long as the talisman seals are obviously drawn differently, it basically means that the drawing has failed. But if it is just a little bit different, then there is not much problem.
It can be said that the principle is to allow slight differences, but no obvious changes.
This is why the talismans drawn by different people have different effects, because the deeper the understanding of the talismans, the harder it is to draw the most consistent shape according to the shape of the runes.
But Wang Bin's blending is somewhat different from this principle.
The same thing is that as long as there are too obvious changes, this talisman will become a useless talisman. But because of the existence of "mixing", Wang Bin is not subject to too many restrictions in this aspect.
He can freely combine the power of the seal script according to his own ideas within the allowed range. In this way, it is the same as kneading flour to make steamed buns, and he can create endlessly changing seal scripts.
However, in the state of enlightenment, Wang Bin knew that only a small number of specific mixed talisman seals had the meaning of existence, and the others were just useless talismans. It was like being infected with a virus and turning into poison.
Just like steamed buns, not only useless, but also harmful!
In fact, what Wang Bin gained from his enlightenment was not the creation of such strange purple thunder talismans, but the combined method of drawing talismans!
Through his understanding of this avenue, Wang Bin created a total of six versions of the Purple Thunder Talisman. Each of these six types has a great use. One of the talismans even had a special shape that made Wang Bin a little confused.
What kind of genius is he? He can create such magical seal scripts!
In fact, he not only created 6 versions, but many, many, many of them were talismans that Wang Bin thought had little use, so he discarded them.
He thinks that the 6 types left behind are enough to meet his various uses.
"Hehe, now whoever dares to say that Brother Bin and I are not a genius, I will be in trouble with him!"
He remembered Cui's ridicule yesterday, and he vowed to make Cui never dare to cause trouble again.
Looking at the familiar Purple Thunder Talisman in his hand, the pride in Wang Bin's eyes became even more exaggerated, "Humph, the Purple Thunder Talisman is here, I can't help but kneel down!"
"My husband, why are you doing this? Sister Cui is so beautiful, why can't you get along with her?"
"What do you mean I can't get along with her? It's obviously her who can't get along with me!" Wang Bin raised his head and snorted disdainfully. Thinking of that fierce woman Cui, Wang Bin wanted to teach her a lesson.
"Such an unlovable person wants me to keep her as a maid!"