The golden light spell at the beginning, I was exposed by the school flower live broadcast

Chapter 41 'Simple' Making Spells
"The Daoist has taken a fancy to this writing brush, I will take it off for you."

After Jiang Fan got the brush, he randomly found a piece of rice paper for testing the brush, dipped it in some ink, and swiped a few strokes profusely.

The clerk who saw it felt distressed.

The main reason is that this writing brush is too expensive. If you follow Jiang Fan's method, if you don't buy it, it will be difficult to sell it.

"The material is a bit poor, and the fur is not too smooth. Hey, let's just let it go."

Jiang Fan murmured.

Hearing this, the clerk couldn't help but twitch for the last time.

I thought to myself whether you know the goods or not, this is the masterpiece of the brush master, if you can't afford it, you can't afford it, what a nonsense.

He was about to take back the brush, but what the old shop manager said made the young shop assistant dumbfounded.

"Forgive me, Daoist, but this century-old shop only has this kind of stuff."

The clerk's eyes seemed to have seen a ghost. The white-haired old store manager hung this writing brush in the most conspicuous place in the store.

It's also one of the more expensive items in their store.

When other people came over, the store manager was reluctant to let them touch it. What happened to the store manager today.

"Forget it, how much is it?"

"170."

"Pack it up."

Jiang Fan didn't have many merit points, but he had plenty of money, not to mention the rewards for the reward task, even if he handled the spiritual disaster well last time, the Spiritual Management Bureau rewarded him with 500 million.

If it is not enough, just apply to the Spiritual Management Bureau, Zhong Guowei wished that he could add more points.

In this way, it will be easier to ask him to do something in the future.

"Okay Daoist, do you think there is anything else you need?"

"Give me some rice paper and ink."

"No problem, these are all gifts, and they are not worth much anyway."

"That's better."

After Jiang Fan swiped his card, there were already a variety of things on the table.

I'm afraid one person can't hold so many things.

When the white-haired boss was about to ask Jiang Fan if he needed to deliver the goods to his door.

I saw Jiang Fan waved his left sleeve, and everything was put into the Qiankun sleeve.

This action directly stunned the old store manager and the clerk!

When Jiang Fan stepped out of the threshold, the old store manager reacted.

Excitedly, he ran to the door, bowed his head with both hands, bowed his body, and said respectfully: "Tianshi, go slowly, Tianshi, go slowly!"

This Wei Wei missed a trick, directly causing the boss to change the title of 'Taoist' into 'Heavenly Master'.

Seeing Jiang Fan's back gradually going away, the boss sighed. Unexpectedly, he also had a day of being wrong.

"Boss, who is that?"

The clerk was also stunned by the 'magic' of how things disappeared.

As a result, the store manager knocked him on the head with a cane.

"You are a lowly person with a dog's eyes. Fortunately, you didn't say those unbearable words. Otherwise, you offended the Heavenly Master, and we would be sinners."

The white-haired store manager was thankful that he, the clerk, never ridiculed anyone, but just pushed him silently in his heart and didn't show it.

"As for the store manager, isn't he the rich second generation?"

In the eyes of the young clerk, no matter how well Jiang Fan dressed and bought more, he was nothing more than rich.

What is there to be envious of and respectful about? When he comes to the Temple of the City God to buy things, he sees a lot of children from rich families.

Those so-called rich kids were not very polite when they saw their boss.

They are a century-old store with branches all over the country.

But after he finished speaking, he was beaten again by the old store manager.

"Presumptuous, let's put it this way, all the shops in our entire Town God's Temple are sold, and we can't afford to buy a sleeve from someone else. Don't talk about the small things in your heart, lest you will be ashamed."

What the old store manager said is not an exaggeration at all, even if they want to buy it, Tianshi will not sell it.

When the old store manager was packing his things, he found a piece of paper that Jiang Fan had scratched with a brush, and he held it in front of him with trembling hands.

His eyes widened, as if the whole person was fixed in place by a talisman.

There is a word 'Heaven' written on the rice paper.

This word is vigorous and powerful, just a few simple and casual strokes, as if people can see the vastness of the sky.

In front of the word 'heaven', he is just a tiny speck of dust!
The old clerk also learned some Taoism when he was young, but he couldn't comprehend what is the way of heaven, nor could he awaken the supernatural power.

But seeing this word, he suddenly had an epiphany!

It seems to be able to see the way of heaven!
boom!
The old store manager suddenly ran out of the store, looked around, but could not find that person.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

The clerk didn't understand why the boss was so surprised today.

"Hey, little bastard, you have good talent, but too little experience, you find a way to contact that celestial master, return the money for the brush to him, and treat the pen as a gift from us."

"Why, boss, your 170 million is the lowest price."

"You know what a fart, this word is worth at least tens of millions!"

Hearing this, the clerk froze in place for a long time without recovering, and secretly rejoiced that he had no words to annoy the Celestial Master.

At this time, the old store manager had already found his most precious sandalwood box, and kept the word 'heaven' forever!

On the other side, Lin Jiaxin, who was drinking milk tea in the dining area, learned that Jiang Fan spent 170 million yuan for a brush, and felt heartbroken.

He also asked Jiang Fan why he didn't negotiate the price, let alone wipe out a zero, at least he had to cut it in half!

Women have a special obsession with reducing prices. Sometimes it's not for the discounted money, but for the fun of bargaining.

"It didn't cost much, so it won't happen."

Hearing what Jiang Fan said, Lin Jiaxin rolled her eyes, this junior is really a prodigal, spending too much money, if there is no daughter-in-law who can save money in the future, sooner or later, all savings will be spent!

Anyway, the materials are almost bought, Jiang Fan is going back to the villa to make the props he wants.

In the yard, Jiang Fan took out many props from his sleeves and began to practice calligraphy.

The reason for practicing calligraphy is that he has to do some spells.

Ordinary Taoist priests need to use blood to make talismans.

Some use chicken blood, dog blood, and better ones use their own blood.

Because these things have aura.

It can exorcise evil spirits.

But Jiang Fan's level is different.

He himself is the holy body of heaven, and every stroke can imprint aura, so there is no need to use his own blood.

You don't even need ink, just plain water.

Take out the rice paper, and write down the word 'Mie'.

After trying the ink, Jiang Fan took out the yellow paper and wrote some words that Lin Jiaxin couldn't understand on the yellow paper.

Lin Jiaxin felt that these were very mysterious and could be used as hot spots, so she turned on her phone and started the live broadcast.

As soon as the screen was turned on, those sand sculpture fans who followed her received the news and flocked to her,

As soon as the live broadcast room started, tens of 10 people came in, and fans from all over the country poured in.

Before Lin Jiaxin could speak, bullet screens flew all over the screen.

: Anchor, do you know, if you don't start the broadcast, you may lose me.

: No see at noon, I miss Brother Fan so much.

: Is it because the anchor is gone, or I can't hold a knife anymore, how dare you download the broadcast during the day!

: Hey, what is Brother Fan doing?
: Like doing a spell?
: No, for spells, aren’t the patterns on them all the same? I have learned them in Battle Academy, but Brother Fan is different from what my teacher taught.

: Hey, there are some high-achieving students who have awakened supernatural powers in the live broadcast room, so you should learn more and pay attention so as not to get lost!

: That's necessary, ever since I followed Brother Fan, I have never lost in school by pretending to be aggressive!

Now not only ordinary people, even strangers are watching Jiang Fan's live broadcast.

There is no shortage of local tyrants in the live broadcast room.

Qin Yu is a die-hard fan of the studio, squatting in the studio almost every day.

He looked at the brush in Jiang Fan's hand, thoughtfully, and then sent out a barrage.

: Anchor, isn’t the writing brush in Fan Ge’s hand the one from the hundred-year-old Xiangrui shop?
　Ask for monthly tickets, recommended tickets, all kinds of requests~
　　Hurry up and hit it, it will expire if you don't hit it!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)