Looking at the things on the table, Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was reminiscing.

There was silence in the room, and his heart also calmed down.

After a while, in front of the desk, the young man in clothes began to draw talismans.

He has always had a good memory. Not long ago, he had a close look at a red and black talisman made by Master Yuan Laotian in the study of Prince Xunyang's Mansion. He naturally knew the edict symbols on it by heart.

Just follow the gourd and draw the scoop.

However, according to the "Zhen Gao", this talisman must be completed in one go and cannot be interrupted or redrawn in the middle.

But the blood-like spiritual ink "squeezed" from the body of a certain Confucian-dressed little girl was just a tiny bit.

It was only enough to draw a talisman, so there was nothing for him to waste.

In short, there is only one chance right now.

So the pressure is still a bit high at the moment, even though Ouyang Rong's mentality has always been good...

Ouyang Rong twisted a finger-sized snow-white whisk between his two fingers, dipped it in blood-red spiritual ink without hesitation, and began to write.

over time.

Having just taken a shower, his temples were gradually soaked with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

However, during the process of drawing the talisman, Ouyang Rong did not raise his sleeves to wipe the sweat, but tilted his head slightly to prevent the drops of sweat from falling on the spiritual ink talisman paper.

He stared intently at the ink marks on the talisman paper. He held a snow-white whisk in his right hand and steadily moved forward to draw on the paper...

Although Ouyang Rong has never drawn talismans before, it is easy for Ouyang Rong to enter a state of flow when doing things, that is, to devote himself wholeheartedly to it. Well, although he always thinks a lot before starting to write, hesitating and wanting to be fully prepared, but

Once he enters the scene and writes, he is sure and has no distracting thoughts...

After about a stick of incense.

The blood-red ink in the small golden bowl in front of Ouyang Rong has bottomed out.

The snow-white whisk he held between his fingers had been stained red, and there were even a lot of red stains on his fingers.

Ouyang Rong, who was staring intently, suddenly stopped all his movements.

The symbol is complete.

After finishing the last stroke, this idea came to his mind for no reason.

There was no vision of "the book turned into a magical talisman, shining brightly and showing great power", and there was no key feature that reminded him of the talisman's success.

nothing.

But Ouyang Rong knew that this talisman was completed.

I don’t know if this is the blessed soul of the person who draws the talisman, or if he really has a talent for drawing talismans.

It's that simple.

Ouyang Rong leaned back in the back chair and took a long breath.

On the table in front of him, a brand new red and black talisman was lying quietly.

It is a secret among secrets within the Sanqing Taoist sect, and is a treasure that is strictly controlled and not leaked out.

Now he is lying in front of Ouyang Rong obediently, and can play with him casually.

Lu Ya, who left in high spirits tonight, probably never imagined that not long after he left, someone would make a copy of the precious talisman he had carefully used.

Ouyang Rong wiped his temples with his sleeve.

He went to get a towel and wiped the sweat from his head. At the same time, he picked up the red and black talisman on the table and looked at it carefully.

Except for the different handwriting, it is almost identical to Mr. Yuan's talisman.

Ouyang Rong smiled slightly, but immediately he collected the red and black talisman.

Not needed yet.

Because the merit and virtue are not enough.

Ouyang Rong now only has more than 800 merits, which is still a little short of that.

He does not have the corresponding spiritual energy of a Taoist priest. To activate this kind of unique magical power, he can only consume a lot of merit and virtue.

However, the red and black talisman has been made, and as long as the merit is in place, the divine command can be used at any time.

So he made preparations in advance, imitating Lu Ya's operation not long ago, took a drop of blood from his fingertip, carefully put it into a porcelain bottle, and hid it together with the red and black talisman...

If you really can't find a powerful and closely related descendant, you can only descend on yourself and refresh the full health status.

Or leave it to someone close to you, who will come as a "god" at a critical moment to reverse the situation of the war or something...

No matter what, it can be regarded as an extra unexpected trump card, so keep it well.

Ouyang Rong rubbed his face.

"The Divine Decree... is somewhat similar to the craftsman's magical power. The former requires a close relationship, so that the probability of being possessed is high and the duration is long.

"Isn't this just a kind of dependent origination? It's the same as the emptiness of dependent origination. Well, no wonder the purple mist of merit can be used universally. In a sense, merit is a kind of dependent origination."

After successfully drawing the talisman tonight and seeing that nothing happened, Ouyang Rong tidied up and returned to the back room to prepare for sleep.

"Hmm, what time is it?"

From the wardrobe next to the bed, a certain little inkling made a confused sound.

Ouyang Rong covered the sleeping Ye Weilai with a quilt, lifted the quilt and got ready to go to bed, and casually reported:

"The sun is shining on my butt."

"Good, I can bask in the sun again."

With a "boom", the cabinet door seemed to be pushed open with force, and a figure in Confucian uniform shot out, flying toward the window sill like smoke. However, when he rushed out, he didn't seem to expect the dark environment, and he rushed too far, and he said "Ouch" in pain.

With a loud sound, it fell into the grass outside the window sill, frightening the insects.

"Ouyang Rong, where is the sun? Whose ass is shining on it? Why is it so dark outside?" Miao Si said dissatisfied.

Ouyang Rong pretended not to hear.

After a while, the door was pushed open. Looking out from the house, in addition to the stern-faced little girl wearing a Confucian dress, one could also see the brilliant starry sky outside the corridor.

Miao Si picked off the weeds on the road crown, ran back to the back room, jumped on the bed, lifted the quilt covering someone's eyes and face, pushed his shoulders, and shouted in his ear:

"Hey, don't sleep, the sun is shining on your butt."

"No need to show off your butt." Ye Weilai turned over and raised her white-haired little head, but Ouyang Rong pushed her down, covered her with the quilt again, covered her ears, and the sleepy girl snuggled into his arms.

Falling back into sleep.

Ouyang Rong turned his back to Miao Si.

The little girl in Confucian attire lay with her back on the pillow that was left after he turned over and lay on her side. She was quiet for a while and muttered:

"I miss Xiaoxuan."

"Okay, I'll send you to Fulu Sanshan tomorrow." Ouyang Rong replied with his eyes closed.

"No!" Miao Si shouted immediately.

She raised her head, looked at Ouyang Rong's face, and whispered:

"It's just a joke. Why is the Great Sword Immortal not humorous at all? That's not good. I have met someone before. He was open-minded and cheerful. He worked and drank all day long, but his memory is not very good. Now he still owes me two

It’s money in baht, but it’s a pity that it’s useless now that I have an IOU, and there is no proof.”

Ouyang Rong did not laugh.

After listening quietly for a while, he suddenly asked: "Who is he?"

"Who?" Miao Si looked confused, then suddenly said with a smile: "Hehe, I lied to you, I met you in a dream."

Ouyang Rong pouted and didn't ask any more questions.

The palm-sized little Mo Jing turned over several times on the pillow, and finally rolled to Ouyang Rong's head, grabbed his ear, shook it, and shouted into the ear hole:

"Hey, Ouyang Rong, where are we going next?"

"What about us, you go too?"

"Of course. Didn't we agree to be my follower? It's natural to share the wealth and share the hardships, so we can eat well and drink spicy food together, hehe."

"Okay, then go to Luoyang Chang'an."

"Don't want it in Luoyang. Chang'an is okay, the name is good, Chang'an, Chang'an."

"Then don't go."

"Don't go either, at least don't go now. There's chaos over there right now. Why should we join in the fun?"

"What's the meaning?"

"The current Zhou Dynasty does not have the spirit of prosperity."

"Can you still see the aura of prosperity?"

"Nonsense, what kind of prosperous age does not have some culture? What kind of prosperity is it if there is no culture? Well, I heard that the current ruler of the Zhou Dynasty is a female emperor. She is eighty years old and has a lot of faces. Power is really the strongest aphrodisiac.
To be continued...