A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han Lixin walked back to the building wearing a wooden box with a "geranium pen” abnormally.

He replaced the treasure and the seeds of the bag of seven-star grass with three bottles of Yellow Dragon Dan and four bottles of Golden Marrow Pills. Later, he bought some dandelion at other stalls and rushed back to prepare for his painting charm business.

After breaking the prohibition law into the small building, Han Li saw that Xiao Monk was still in the fight. Don't bother him, he went upstairs and returned to the house.

After placing the charm paper and the dandelion on the table, Han Li took out the geranium pen and started putting it into the production of the "Dementor.”

He slowly injected his spiritual power into the pen bar through the right hand holding the pen according to the method of marking the spell. Then he applied a little bit of dandelion sand to the tip of the pen, and drew a spell on a piece of marble paper.

A moment later, Han raised himself in a delightful upright position, stretched out some painful lazy waist, looked at the silver glittering spirit charm on the table and couldn't help but wrath.

From the looks of it, this spiritual character is exactly the same as the one Dr. Murray used. Although the spiritual energy contained therein is a little faint, it is, however, much stronger than the fake and inferior products Han Li had made during his previous practice. After all, those exercises are only similar in appearance and contain no spiritual power.

Han Li held the new spirit charm, excited to observe, after satisfied, was ready to try to set the magic. And whosoever knew that he had not yet waited for it to be resolved, behold, the spiritual power on that note was suddenly disturbed, and there were great signs of uprising.

Han was shocked and hurried without hesitation to throw this symbol out.

“Push” a sound, the divine charm burned in the air for no reason, turning into a fireball, burning clean.

Han Li stared halfway into the air, speechless! Half a minute later, sighed, looks like this symbol still failed.

Han Lili was somewhat frustrated, but his confidence had not been lost. After all, he felt that the charm was close to success. He believed that he would try harder and do more than once, and the next one would certainly succeed.

Thus, over the next half day, Han Li made one after the other, but also failed continuously over and over again.

Those that make spiritual characters, either burn themselves or suddenly explode, and then simply finish drawing, the whole spiritual characters quickly disappear and become a piece of scrap paper.

When Han Li looked at the last piece of paper note that had just been finished, he also “snapped”, and after bursting into pieces, he had always calmed down, couldn't bear to look up at the roof, suddenly opening his mouth and yelling:

“Holy shit, you're kidding me! A dozen dozen tokens should have succeeded once. It's just a junior secular character! Wasn't today the right day? ”

Han Lipton felt much less depressed and more comfortable when he said it.

Afterwards, he thought about it and looked at the tiny half-stock of Dan sandbox on the table, as well as the golden geranium pen, and felt the reason was not on it. Because his spiritual injection of the pen was very smooth, and once painted on the charm paper, it was spiritual, not like a fake.

Han Li couldn't think of a reason for it for a while. After thinking about it for a moment, he decided to ask Little Monk to see if he could be confused. At this time, Han Li felt that it was too important to have a teacher or other person to give a pointer on the way to Xianlu. His mind moved some of the worshippers' thoughts.

After hearing the complaint of Han Li's failure, Xiao Monk stared at him with an unusually strange gaze, like a beautiful little white flower suddenly appeared on Han Li's face.

Han Limei's monk looked like this, and he also had some hair in his heart. He didn't know what was wrong with what he had just said, so he let the other party stare at him like this.

“I'm afraid Master Han doesn't know much about symbols together!” The young monk finally spoke.

“Master Bitter Sang is right, it's my first time making a charm.” Han Li admitted honestly.

“Few of our fairy practitioners will actually personally make charms, and if there is anything they need, they will usually go to trade fairs everywhere to buy them. Even those in the extended family. ”

“Why?” Han Li was surprised.

“It is simple, there are too few experienced full-time character makers, and the cost of training a qualified character maker is too great. Only those who practise fairies have the strength to cultivate them.” The monk smiled.

“Han Shifu felt like he had failed a dozen times in a row. It was a sack, right?” The monk asked.

“Yes, the material money alone is enough for me to buy a few ready-made goddess charms!” Han Li complained.

“But does the master know? It's normal to want to learn from a newbie at first, failing hundreds of times in a row on a character. It's no surprise that if you meet someone with poor qualifications, you will continue to fail hundreds of times! Success rates can only gradually increase after a thousand strokes, which refers only to the drawing of the same spiritual character. If you change another charm, although you can't say you're new, the failure rate at the beginning is staggering and staggering. So a qualified character maker, without tens of thousands of practice, is simply impossible to cultivate. But Hans thought, how many more people can suffer such material loss? Let's not say that the Huixian family is the shapers cultivated by the Huixian Da Pai. It is also the only way to build a tree on the elementary shapes. Let them practice the production of intermediate shapes. I'm afraid those Da Pai will also have to dump the family estate and cannot afford it. After all, the higher the grade, the more expensive and surprisingly expensive the building materials used. ”

This conversation from the monk stunned Han.

“How is that on the stall, there are people selling sand and charms!” Han Li thought back and felt something was wrong.

“Huh! The sand and charms are sold to practitioners.” The little monk said with a laugh.

“Symbols?” Han Li couldn't solve it.

“A spell that must be pre-drawn in order for it to take effect, just as you have learned in the art of divinity! Unlike those who store spells in symbolic paper, they are intended to be convenient to use. The spiritual characters used in symbolism cannot be simply inspired by spiritual power, and a certain spell is required, but they are generally uncomplicated and easy to get started. ”

“Because they often use the same type of charm, these people find it too inexpensive to buy it. So, like the donor, he practiced the drawing of the charm himself, because the variety was quite unique and the cost was not small, but it was finally affordable. Therefore, if the benefactor really wants to practice the magic, in the long term, it is best to make his own charm, but if he doesn't use this technique often, he can still spend a little money and simply buy a few charms to spare.” The little monk preached in detail and finally gave Han Li some advice.

“Thank you, Master Kusanagi, for pointing it out!” Han Li gave a gift in good faith.

“Thank you, Master!” The monk hurried back a gift.

“This little monk is a good speaker, so if there are any other difficulties in the future, please continue to ask him.” Han stood on his way back to the house and thought in the dark.

It's impossible to practice charms now! Why don't you take a moment to buy some goddess charms later? However, Changchun kung fu on his body has already reached the top of the eighth layer, and now he has the mind of the last few layers, it seems that it is time to break through the bottleneck and enter the ninth layer. You also need to practice a few new spells, grasp them earlier and add a few points of strength. ”

As soon as Han Li pushed open the door, he thought about the future arrangements.

As such, Han stood in the next day, taking a lot of pills in the house during the day, and sitting on the gas refining practice Changchun Gong. At night, run to a deserted part of the valley and practice a few new spells.

They are “quicksand”, “cryotherapy”, “ascent”, “entanglement”, “phonetic”, “concealment”, “spark" and the most difficult “ground prick".

After more than 10 days of painstaking cultivation, Han Li finally broke through Changchun Gong to the ninth floor in the last days before the end of Tainan Congregation, making Wu Jiufinger and others stare at each other. Qingwen Taoist even called Han Li a talent in the dispersion!

But Han Li knew that if he didn't have more than a dozen bottles of Dan medicine in his stomach, he would be so easily broken! But by the way, he doesn't have much dandruff on him, so it looks like he should have some more!

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