Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 39
"I am..."

Sang Xiaoman was just about to say, although my grade is not high, it is an out-and-out talisman pen, but her black eyes suddenly rolled, as if she had thought of some interesting idea, so she changed the subject:

"It's okay, isn't it just a pen, I have plenty of them."

As she spoke, she took out another pen out of thin air.

"This pen looks better than the one just now."

Li Yunsheng looked at the engravings and accessories on that brush, compared with the previous one, it is simply too fine.

But he probably never dreamed that this pen would be worth at least a thousand catties of fairy food when it was put on the market. This is the pen that Sang Xiaoman cherishes most.

"What were you thinking when you just drew?"

While changing the paper for Li Yunsheng, Sang Xiaoman asked sideways.

"I want to gather more cold air from the back mountain." Li Yunsheng replied honestly. Hearing Sang Xiaoman's tone flickering, he asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, that's right, you've done a good job, but it's not enough. You need to be more generous. Don't just think about the back mountain, you have to think about the entire Qiushui, and even the entire Qinglian Immortal Mansion."

When he said this, Sang Xiaoman's eyes shone with excitement.

"You're right, I'm still too short-sighted when I only think about Houshan."

Nodding his head, Li Yunsheng took Sang Xiaoman's words seriously.

What does Sang Xiaoman want to do?Of course she wouldn't harm Li Yunsheng, she was just being playful. Li Yunsheng's feat of stirring up the cold air in the back mountain just now is enough to prove that Li Yunsheng will be a great talisman master, but even if he is great, there is a difference between high and low. Sang Xiaoman wants to see Let's see how high the little junior can go.

Of course Li Yunsheng didn't know Sang Xiaoman's intentions, but after Sang Xiaoman reminded him, the narrow space behind the mountain suddenly opened up in his mind, and he tried his best to imagine the entire autumn water mountains and even the scene of Qinglian Immortal Mansion .

After taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes, the brush in his hand dipped some ink into the inkstone, and then he wrote decisively.

Sang Xiaoman looked at Li Yunsheng eagerly, and she was more nervous than when she drew the talisman for the first time.

The first stroke of the talisman, Li Yunsheng's drawing was perfect, and even Sang Xiaoman's own strokes were neat, but the surrounding cold did not change.

The second stroke, the third stroke, until the head of the talisman was drawn, there was still no movement, and the surrounding was so quiet that only the breathing of the two of them remained.

Sang Xiaoman couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. Although Li Yunsheng drew neatly, there were no mistakes. As a disciple who first came into contact with talismans, he did a very good job.

But this is not what Sang Xiaoman wants to see. She has seen too many students with excellent homework. Most of these people will be mediocre in the future, but Li Yun's actions just now made her see the shadow of a genius in Li Yunsheng .

Unwillingly, she continued to stare at Li Yunsheng's pen tip.

Li Yunsheng began to draw the talisman. The thick and delicate rice ink slid across the snow-white rice paper little by little, outlining a beautiful arc. After this stroke, Li Yunsheng suddenly stopped writing for some reason.

"coming."

When Sang Xiaoman was about to remind Li Yunsheng, Li Yunsheng suddenly said something to himself, then his brows relaxed, and the tip of the pen moved on the white paper again.

And just after this sentence came, Sang Xiaoman saw outside the two glass windows, the autumn water was originally covered with snow and the quiet mountains, suddenly the wind was rumbling, and the snowstorm seemed to be dancing with the tip of Li Yunsheng's pen.

"Is it enough?"

Fu Dan had just completed, but Li Yunsheng still asked worriedly.

At this time, Sang Xiaoman was already stunned. Hearing Li Yunsheng's words, was it enough? She froze for a moment, then raised the corner of her mouth and said:

"It's not enough, you have to let the mountains of autumn water roar for you, this talisman can be made!"

Hearing this, Li Yunsheng was puzzled, didn't he think that this is a very simple talisman?Why is it so complicated now?He still had a pen in his hand, so he had no time to think about it, so he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

Enter the realm of silence!
The whistling sound of the wind and snow suddenly stopped at this moment, and at the next moment, several mountains near Baiyun Temple, covered with white snow, flew up without warning, as if the quilt had been lifted, the layer of The thick white snow just stagnant in the air, this scene is both shocking and weird.

But it only lasted for a moment.

Li Yunsheng only felt that his brain suddenly went blank, and then he seemed to be stabbed crazily by countless steel needles. An indescribable pain caused him to drop his pen and roll on the ground with his head in his arms.

Sang Xiaoman, who was stunned by the scene just now, finally came to his senses, then knelt down and hugged Li Yunsheng nervously, took out a small porcelain bottle and poured it into Li Yunsheng's mouth, and was so scared that he almost cried out. :

"Why didn't you say that you have already passed away, blame me, blame me, blame me, I knew you had entered the second silence, how dare I let you manipulate the soul like this."

She hugged Li Yunsheng tightly. Although she had given Li Yunsheng medicine, she still blamed herself: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the pain will stop soon, oh, I really deserve to die, die."

Li Yunsheng really hurts, it's a kind of pain that makes you unable to cry, he can't hear Sang Xiaoman's words at all, he feels that his spirit and will are about to be stimulated by this pain to the verge of collapse.

But as soon as Sang Xiaoman's bottle of medicine entered his throat, Li Yunsheng felt that his head was like rain after a long drought, and the piercing pain disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"What happened to me just now?"

After recovering, Li Yunsheng felt his head was groggy, and he asked Sang Xiaoman with a puzzled expression.

"I wanted to test the strength of your soul, and let you stir up the aura of heaven and earth as much as possible, but I didn't expect that you were already in the second quiescence, and in the end, your soul was exhausted..."

Sang Xiaoman had an apologetic expression on his face.

"Why does the Second Quiet Realm hurt the soul instead? Doesn't the Second Quiet Realm mean that the divine soul is stronger?"

Li Yunsheng's curiosity about unknown things made him not blame Sang Xiaoman at all.

Sang Xiaoman was relieved to see that Li Yunsheng didn't blame him, and then patiently explained:

"Although the soul of the Second Silence Realm is powerful, it is very dangerous. It is like a soldier who takes off his armor. It seems to be unbound, but it also increases the chance of being hurt. Just because you used the soul without reservation, In the end, it led to the depletion of the soul... But I have already given you the potion of suppressing the soul, and that is my share for a year."

Sang Xiaoman pursed his lips and suddenly felt heartache, but the more he spoke, the more confident he became. After all, what Li Yunsheng did just now was induced by himself.

"It's not my fault."

Li Yunsheng patted the ashes on his body with a smile, stood up and continued:

"Since you have tried it just now, teach me to draw some normal talismans now."

Sang wanted to see Li Yunsheng more and more. After experiencing the pain just now, the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy in front of him did not complain or complain at all. Instead, he calmly asked himself the reason for the incident. To continue to practice, even some adult cultivators can't achieve such a firm mind.

What's more, although it was dangerous just now, Sang Xiaoman can already be sure that the young man in front of him has the legendary god-given soul. This is a description of the gods and souls in the devil world, and it is the only soul comparable to the blood of the royal family in the devil world.

After experiencing the turmoil just now, the cabin returned to calm, the wind and snow outside the house also returned to tranquility, the branches of the big pagoda tree that originally swayed and stretched towards the window were retracted, and the turmoil at that moment seemed to have never happened at all. generally.

(End of this chapter)