At this moment I revive the Chinese gods

As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and stood behind Zhao Feiyu, gently rubbing his stiff shoulders.

This scene was staged in a wing room of a well-known brothel, if someone saw it, they would definitely be surprised.

If Ximen Chuuxue knew about it, Zhao Feiyu would probably have guessed his face of hating iron and steel, full of strange words of hating iron and steel.

But he didn't care about these at all at the moment, he was enjoying this rare quiet time.

In fact, with Ailian, Zhao Feiyu couldn't feel much strength at all, but Zhao Feiyu's heart calmed down for no reason.

Unknowingly, the slightly cold night wind was mixed with drizzle.

The rain is so small that you can't even notice it if you don't feel it carefully.

But it was real, every cold raindrop fell on Zhao Feiyu's face, it seemed to fall on his heart, causing ripples.

Ailian watched the cold wind whistling outside, and looked down at Zhao Feiyu on the chair with her eyes closed and her breathing even, making people unwilling to be disturbed.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and when she got up, she wanted to close the window for Zhao Feiyu.

But Zhao Feiyu opened his eyes at this moment, and gently grabbed her hand that was about to close the window.

"Wait a moment!" He said softly, his eyes were deep and bottomless, looking straight at the deeper night, at the extremely light drizzle.

If you understand.

Ailian immediately froze in place, not daring to move or speak.

Although she is an ordinary person, after living in Star City for so many years, she naturally understands that Zhao Feiyu has entered a very important stage of epiphany.

Can't be bothered.

Therefore, he has maintained this posture.

The bursts of warmth from the wrist seemed to be burning the tip of Ailian's heart, burning her cheeks crimson, and her eyes beating.

Maybe she doesn't know yet, this feeling is called spring heart sprouting.

It's just that as time goes by, this feeling gradually fades away, replaced by a severe soreness from the body.

It almost made her stand unsteadily.

As a thin woman, the pain was already unbearable if she could keep still in a half-squat position for 10 minutes, but she persisted until nearly 10 minutes.

But her limit is here.

Her legs immediately lost all strength, and she fell to the ground involuntarily.

Just when she thought her face was about to come into close contact with the ground, she threw herself into a warm and firm embrace.

"Sorry, it may have been a while!" Zhao Feiyu looked down at her and smiled.

Looking at that handsome face, Ailian suddenly blushed, stood up quickly, looked a little embarrassed, lowered her head and said hastily:

"It's okay, it's okay, this is... this is what Ailian should do!"

It's a pity that Zhao Feiyu was so excited now that he didn't notice the change in Ailian's expression at all. He tilted his head and asked, "Are there any Four Treasures of Study here?"

"The Four Treasures of the Study?"

Ailian was taken aback, and then nodded: "Of course there are. Although Yihong Courtyard is not an elegant place, it is still equipped with all kinds of equipment for piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!"

As she spoke, she took the opportunity to stand up and said, "My lord, wait a moment, I'll go and get it for you!"

With that said, he quickly trotted out of the room.

"The efficiency is so fast!"

Looking at the back of Ailian leaving, Zhao Feiyu stretched suddenly, leaned back on the chair and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just now he entered the extreme state in a trance, and in just a few 10 minutes, he had already realized a lot. Not only did his cultivation reach the peak of the ninth level of the ancient sage, but even some obscure and obscure points on the talisman path suddenly see the light.

It can be said that it has gained a lot!

He watched the drizzle outside the window, and suddenly raised his finger in the air, and tapped lightly in the rain.

This point clearly fell into the empty night, but it seemed to fall into some kind of liquid, and there was a ripple at the fingertips.

Zhao Feiyu's face remained unchanged, his fingers moved gently along his hand in the rain.

Like tadpoles full of life.

The naturally falling rain was also surrounded by some kind of force along with his fingers, forming a solid and powerful stroke.

Using his finger as a brush and rain as ink, the young man drew a talisman in the air:

"Null character!"

The bursts of talismans were released, and the rain that had delicately affected the surroundings also began to spread to the surroundings. After a while, a vacuum area was framed in the dense rain curtain.

Rainwater must not be disturbed.

The corners of Zhao Feiyu's brows outlined an arc of excitement, although he could easily do this with his own cultivation, and the scope was wider.

But this time, he relied entirely on Fu's own strength.

This is a completely different concept from the former!

The so-called all things are difficult at the beginning, so is the practice of Talisman.

For talisman repairers, the first talisman written is especially important, and it is often a watershed.

If you can successfully write the first talisman, as long as you study hard, your strength will gradually increase over time, but if you can't write the first talisman, then it proves that you have no destiny for the talisman!

And Zhao Feiyu crossed this dangerous moat in such a daze, if the outsiders knew about it, how many people would not want to commit suicide by jumping off the building.

At the same time, in a courtyard of Baihuzhai in Dongcheng District, the layman Baihu who had been resting with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the depths of the deep and unknowable rainy night. Surprised look:

"This White Tiger Star City has a new talisman master, and the power of thought is so powerful, it is really rare in the world!"

"a?"

As he spoke, his two white eyebrows were slightly condensed together, and there was thought in his eyes.

At this time, an unruly and handsome youthful appearance appeared in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"Is it him? Come to listen to my class and you can overcome that natural barrier?" Layman Baihu's expression changed slightly, and then he shook his head: "It's my overthinking, how can there be such a genius in the world!"

After that, he closed his eyes again.

On the other side, Ailian has already found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and put them on the table neatly:

"My lord, I found the Four Treasures of the Study for you!"

"Ok!"

Zhao Feiyu nodded, and walked over with his long hair upright: "Yanmo!"

He sat upright on the bench, holding a brush and writing crookedly on the pure white paper.

The characters are ugly, not to say that the strokes are like red clouds, and the strokes are like clouds, but the strokes are very smooth and natural.

The strength of each stroke is condensed, and the exposed sharpness is all condensed, so even Ailian who doesn't know calligraphy at all can clearly feel the thickness of the strokes.

Even ignore the distorted font.

Zhao Feiyu wrote on each piece of paper, writing only one word on each sheet, but always shook his head after writing, and discarded it casually, and it was the next sheet...