Talisman Emperor

Built in towns and cities, these schools employ knowledgeable fixers to earn money by teaching a wide variety of basic training knowledge.

There are no restrictions on the population targeted by the school. Whether you were a mountaineer, slave, wealthy businessman, or hawker, you can enter the school as long as you pay enough stones.

The types of schools are also varied, divided into different schools according to their names.

In schools like Pine Smoke City, there are refiners, puppets, symbols, alchemy, planting, beasts, etc. Chen Xi's younger brother, Chen Hao, had previously studied basic swordsmanship at Tianxing Academy.

However, the university also has its limitations, and the knowledge it imparts is the shallowest of all. If it is to learn deeper knowledge, it must enter the sect.

Zongmen, often with great monks, sit in towns, mountain gates are generally set in the spiritual famous mountain river, and the conditions for discipleship are extremely harsh. None of the best qualified and well-founded generations could pass the apprenticeship appraisal of the Sect, far from being comparable to those of the schools on the shitty street.

Chen Xiao is well aware of how many grievances his younger brother has suffered these years, because he has been ridiculed by children his age as a little broom star, no one is willing to contact him, and even a real friend is not available. Being able to worship the Thousand Swords Sect is undoubtedly a joy good thing for his younger brother who is obsessed with the practice of swordsmanship and will greatly benefit his growth.

My brother is only twelve years old this year, talented and intelligent, he has long practiced to the great realm of the day after tomorrow. Under the careful guidance of Grandpa, the roots are strong, passing the assessment of Thousand Swords Sects, should not be a problem.

Near the door, Chen Xiyuan saw that a five- or six-year-old girl sat on her own door with her chin in her hand, her head braided, her eyes black and bright, and she looked lovely.

“Brother Chen Xi, where is Xiaohao? I took his favorite lime candy, but I couldn't wait for him.” When the little girl saw Chen Xi, she ran all the way over and shouted.

The little girl's name is Miao, lively and cute, she has no father, she lives with her mother Baiwan Qingqing, the mother and daughter moved into Pine Smoke City in the previous years, she is a neighbor to the Chen Xijia family, the relationship between the two has always been excellent.

“He went to distant worshippers to study arts, and I'm afraid he won't come back for years. ”

Chen Xi rubbed his rubbing little head. He also loved it very much inside. The little girl was a few years younger than her younger brother. Every time her brother came back from the Star Star Star School, the little girl played with Chen Hao like an asshole. From time to time, she shared some candy with Chen Hao. The relationship between the two was excellent.

Especially important, Shu and her mother, Wanqing Baiwan, have never disliked the Chen Xi family, nor do they regard Chen Xi as a sweeping star. This trust that does not blend anything, let Chen Xi cherish it extraordinarily.

“Far away? Where's the distance?” He leaned back and asked confused.

Chen Xiao thought about it and said: “Where you can't go, it's called far away. But when you grow up, you can go. ”

A muffled, depressed look.

Chen Xiao consolated, "Why don't you go to my house and play. ”

His eyes lit up: "Okay, I'm going to see Brother Chen Xiao's charm. ”

“Follow me. ”

When the little girl was happy, a smile appeared in the corner of Chen Xi's lips, and instantly passed away, restoring the appearance of the cold mune.

Chen Xiao walked into the house with his tiny, fat hand.

There is a blank light blue charm paper, a platter of red ink, and a black charm on the table.

Chen Xi lumbar bar was straight and sat at the wooden table, while the cuckoo sat beside the bench, curious on his face.

“This is pine striped paper, the cheapest kind on the market, hard texture, rough texture, and is typically used to refine the simplest baseman.” Chen Xi pointed to the light blue charm paper and explained softly.

He nodded like a student, “Brother Chen Xi, I remember. ”

Chen Xidu shook his head, pointing again to the dish of hot red ink, said: “This dish ink is drawn from the blood of the red flame deer, which is itself one of the lowest demonic birds in the practice world, and there is no use for anything but the ink that blood can be used to make the inscriptions. Even businesses in the city that specialize in harvesting demonic birds are reluctant to domesticate such useless demonic birds. ”

He nodded. “Where's the pen? ”

“That's the pen, and the pen has its strengths and weaknesses. When making the pen, the quality of the pen outlines not only the smoothness of the pen, but also the smoothness of the marks and improves the chances of the pen being successful. This pen is just an ordinary pen, but enough for me. ”

Just as the voice fell, Chen Xiao sensed that he said more than usual today. Is it because Grandpa and his brother left, and made himself the object of the conversation?

Thinking about it, Chen Xi turned her head and found that the little girl had fallen asleep on the table sometime, with a glittering saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Chen Xiao didn't come because he remembered his younger brother as such. He couldn't help but warm his heart and carefully hug him and put him on his bed to cover his bedding before sitting back at the wooden table.

Without further delay, Chen Xi picked up the pen, dipped in ink, and waved the script.

Sand and sand... The tip of a pencil filled with hot red ink slips gently across the blank character paper, and the thin red lines erupt from the tip of the pen, like a spiritual earthworm, quickly spreading on a light blue pine character paper on a wonderfully smooth trajectory.

Chen Xiao carefully focused on the character making, his eyes closely stared at the pen paper, his spine straight as a stab gun, his right arm suspended in the middle of the sky, like a stunning pine branch in the cliff shore crack, never moved at all.

It's his right arm!

His right wrist is extremely flexible, manipulating the pen in his hand, scratching it on the paper with an amazing frequency, skilful and smooth movement, instead of having a slight sense of stagnation, it is like a flowing stream, with a light and coordinated rhythm.

When a complex subtle pattern blooms like a flower, quietly on a piece of paper. The surface of the charm suddenly brightens and fades away, returning to normal.

Nor did you see it. After placing this pint of firecloud charm aside, Chen Xi twisted a blank pine charm paper again, waving it down, and refused to waste a little time.

Five years ago, Chen Xi's grandfather, Chen Tianli, took out his little remaining savings and sent Chen Xi to study at a charm school. After Chen Xi successfully mastered the production of a basic charm, charm making became the only source of livelihood for the three grandchildren.

However, Chen Xi can only make one basic character, there is no way, and there is only one method of making Fu Xi studied at the school. If you want to learn to make higher grade tokens, you have to spend a lot of money to buy the corresponding books, which are too expensive and simply unacceptable to Chen Xi.

Even so, Chen Xi was satisfied.

At the beginning, he was able to produce only five pints a day. Today, he has been able to produce 30 pints, convert them into stones, and there are as many as 10 pieces. Before, he was able to sustain the livelihood of his grandchildren and provide his brother, Chen Hao, with swordsmanship at the university.

Nowadays, Grandpa and his brother go to Nanjiang, and he is the only one left. As long as he saves money and uses less time, he can save many yuanshi. In this way, it is not impossible to buy higher grade Fu Yu to make books.

Of course, before that, he had to return the 100 soul stones he owed Uncle Zhang.

Time drifted by, forcing the dark room, the Chen Xifu case waved, the eyes focused, the movement fluent and familiar, the whole person immersed in a state of total forgetfulness of me. In this state, the stack of blank pine stripes gradually evolved over time into a complex and subtle symbol.

Phew... When the last token was made, it was dark. Chen Xi carefully placed the token over Ink Yan, which caused a long puke of turbidity. A deep tiredness appeared between the eyebrows, making his otherwise thin cheeks appear pale.

With his innate mid-term modification, the real yuan in the body can barely support him to make thirty pieces of every pint, want to make more, unless the realm rises, the real yuan surges.

However, it is easy to say, but for Chen Xi, trying to further improve the situation is a difficult anomaly.

His qualifications are not poor, and his family's "Purple Skull Gong" is not comparable and biased. He has been in the middle of his life for five years without progress.

That's why Grandpa Chen Tianli put all hope on Chen Hao, and he, too, was arranged to learn to make Fu Ying... Is it really because he is too stupid?

Chen Xi has questioned himself more than once, denied himself, in which struggle and confusion, pain and loss, only he knows best.

Knock, knock! Boom!

A gentle knocking sounded, accompanied by a knocking, and a soft-hearted female voice, "Chen Xi, are you at home? ”

Chen Xiao sobered from contemplation and opened the door. A woman with a beautiful face stood outside the door, cloth Jingchai, but her euphemism was hard to hide. It was her mother, Bai Yuanqing.

“Auntie Bai, she fell asleep.” Chen Xidao.

Bai Wan was relieved and laughed: “The little one hasn't bothered you, I'll take her home. ”

Chen Xiao shook his head.

Bai Wanqing knew that he was silent, did not like to talk, laughed, walked into the house and slept, and left.

Soon afterwards, however, the door rang again, and this time the knocking was rushing and intense, like a drumming point.

Chen Xi frowned and opened the door again, but Bai Wan went away and returned. He was anxious.

What's going on here?

Just at the time of Chen Xi's confusion, Bai Wanqing had flew quickly and shouted: "Hurry! Go outside the city, it looks like something happened to your grandfather! ”

- What? - What?

Something wrong with Grandpa?

Chen Xi's head buzzed like lightning strike.