Ah Huang took out two large sheets of rice paper from the cloth bag he always carried with him and spread them out on the table. Then he took out two writing brushes and a box of ink.
Ready.
"Uh... Ah Huang, are we going to practice calligraphy? Where are the talismans?"
Fu Yang turned the rice paper over and over, but he didn't find the small, mysterious yellow talisman paper.
Ah Huang gave him a stern look: "The talisman paper is so stupid! Do you know how expensive that thing is? I didn't even learn how to crawl before I wanted to learn how to run away. Use rice paper to practice drawing talismans with me first. It's already quite a luxury."
The two stood one meter apart, holding brushes in their hands and dipping them in ink.
"Curse is a language that communicates between heaven and earth and has powerful spiritual power. Different curses will show different powers. They can enhance or weaken a person's luck, and can also defend or attack ghosts. Legend has it that the strongest one can even change the world.
Fate! Talisman paper is the medium that carries this language that communicates with heaven and earth. Generally speaking..."
"Stop beeping and draw quickly! I want to learn practical things, not theoretical knowledge."
Ah Huang glared at him fiercely again: "Fortunately you are my brother, not my apprentice!"
Fu Yang seemed to be annoyed. He raised his right wrist and hung the brush in the air. Holding his breath, he then moved the brush around to draw the spell in one go.
Fu Yang watched Ah Huang's every move very carefully and couldn't take his eyes off him.
I don't know why, but that strange yet familiar feeling emerged from my heart again.
He still remembered that when he first saw Ah Huang painting talismans and demonstrating Taoism, he had this magical feeling when looking at the shining talismans!
But today, when I looked at Ah Huang's talisman so closely and so closely, my feeling was even stronger than before...
The spell is very complicated, with stroke after stroke and entangled back and forth.
As he watched, Fu Yang gradually seemed to enter an ethereal and magical state. The scene in front of him seemed to disappear, and only himself and the gradually perfected spell on the rice paper were left between heaven and earth...
In his eyes, there is only curse!!!
Subconsciously, Fu Yang also covered the brush in his hand with ink, and then... he moved!
The brush moves like a dragon and a snake at extremely fast speeds. The brush in his hand follows the path of the only spell in his eyes!
Ah Huang saw that Fu Yang was a little "arrogant" and didn't seem to take learning to draw talismans to heart. So he was ready to give him a moderate lesson. After all, although they are brothers, they must be serious in learning Taoism.
Take it seriously.
Because he understands the difficulty of this very well. He practiced even the most basic "luminous spell" for three days, one stroke at a time, before he could successfully make the talisman paper emit light in a dark environment...
The one I am drawing now is called the "wind spell". As the name suggests, once the spell is completed, a small breeze will blow. In fact, most of them are used by some half-hearted Taoist priests to deceive people, but for beginners, it is also
It’s very difficult...
"Phew! The painting is finished. The curse is completed!"
Ah Huang stopped the brush in his hand and let out a long breath. In such an environment, he was more casual and used ordinary rice paper. Therefore, the power of the spell would be very small, and it would probably be able to blow their hair.
Son - Anyway, let Fu Yang feel it.
It's magical to say the least, as if there really is a mysterious power between heaven and earth, which is communicated through magical spells!
The moment Ah Huang stopped writing, the rice paper with "Wind Curse" on it slowly left the table and floated three feet high in the air, releasing a refreshing majesty.
With a pretentious smile on his face, he turned to look at Fu Yang: "How are you, little Yoko? Do you see clearly? Are you confused..."
The last word "Qi" got stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it out!
Ah Huang felt as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes almost popped out.
Because he clearly saw that Fu Yang had just put down the brush in his hand and had already finished drawing a complicated "wind curse" on the declaration!!!
And from those curved, mysterious lines, he felt an indescribable charm - even if he tried his best, he would still need to be at his peak to draw it.
What a hell! Absolutely a hell!
Hula la.
The piece of rice paper with the "Wind Curse" written on it by Fu Yang rose into the air, and then released a violent wind!!!
Suddenly, a strong wind roared where they were standing, causing the remaining rice paper on the table to fly everywhere. The box filled with ink also fell to the ground with a clatter, and finally the table overturned.
a mess!
Ah Huang's hair was as messy as a chicken coop, and his mouth was so wide open that he could almost stuff an apple into it: "That's amazing, my brother... you turned out to be a Taoist genius!"
Fu Yang himself was also confused. He had no idea that a spell he drew could have such power.
Conscience of heaven and earth! This is indeed the first time he has come into contact with these things, the first time he has learned to draw talismans...
After coming back to their senses, the two quickly tidied up the place, rearranged the tools, and painted again.
Of course, this time I didn’t draw any destructive “luminous spells”.
It's a pity that Fu Yang is no longer as "ferocious" as before. The light of the drawn talisman is a little weaker than Ah Huang's...
Although he himself was a little frustrated: "Hey... I can't draw well anymore. I don't have that feeling anymore. It was the first time just now and the feeling was very strong. Now it's normal."
However, Ah Huang is almost going crazy!
Genius! Absolute genius!
He had never heard of anyone who could produce effects by directly drawing spells without any monastic training or even a little basic theoretical knowledge.
Based on his own experience and understanding of the supernatural world, he always believed that such a person could not exist.
But I never expected that today I would be severely slapped in the face by my childhood friend. And the beating was so hard...
Ah Huang's eyes were shining brightly, and his mouth was almost drooling. It was as if a strange man who hadn't had sex for a year saw the expression of a super beautiful woman!
Fu Yang was so disgusted that he wanted to get away from this guy quickly. However, a pair of strong hands grabbed his shoulders and shook him like crazy.
"I'm so confused! Fu Yang, my God, you are actually a genius in practicing Taoism! No, not a genius, you are a monster! Why didn't I discover the monster-level talent in Taoism when I was a child? I want to make the South China Supernatural Circle
Look at those old immortal guys, my brother Huang Lengshuo will definitely kill their so-called genius descendants in an instant."
Fu Yang saw that he was getting more and more outrageous, so he quickly stopped him.
"Okay, okay, stop bragging about my awesomeness. I'm really blushing when I hear that."
It's just that, if you don't brag about my awesomeness, this sounds weird...
In short, after Ah Huang discovered that Fu Yang had such an amazing talent in drawing spells, he went crazy with excitement. He dragged him out to have a drink and a feast, and they kept him entertained all morning.
It wasn't until Qin Mei called Fu Yang in the afternoon that the two of them walked back to Jiangcheng University drunkenly, arm in arm... (Third update! Old Wu came to rob the recommendation tickets.)