Chapter 62: Bog

A dark gray talisman paper spread out in front of him.

This talisman paper is not square inch, but it is slightly thick. It is made by polishing with gray crystalline rock, and it retains a strong earth spiritual power.

Its applicability is very strong. Many earthen talisman urns are made of this talisman paper.

Fumo is dark blue with golden dots in the middle. Zhou Shu stretched out his arms lightly, and the Cuiyan pen swiped through the Fumo, and the nib became full in an instant.

hangs in the air, like a blue pearl.

The tip of the pen fell lightly, like the overflowing lake suddenly pouring out, and the dark blue fumo quickly spread on the talisman paper.

This layer of dark blue ink almost covers half of the paper.

is quite different from other methods of drawing symbols.

Zhou Shu controlled the talisman pen, guided in the light of the situation, and outlined it layer by layer on the talisman paper.

The movements on his hands are dazzling and fast, as if there is no need to think at all, everything is under control. All the strokes and steps are all at your fingertips, like clouds and flowing water. It seems that these patterns are already on paper, just waiting for Zhou Shu to paint them.

Deep blue like the sea of ​​rune ink, a little bit of golden light shining, constantly appearing back and forth, and immersed in the rune paper, the golden yellow bit of earth type aura, as the combination of the two types of aura, and the limestone rune paper perfect fusion Together.

The rune ink, which is rich in water, is gradually entered on the rune paper following the spiritual power, forming one by one, staying where they should be.

The complex and fluffy changes in spiritual power, from the deduction in my mind, are completely copied onto the talisman paper, without the slightest difference.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, the hand is boneless, the spiritual power flows, like a finger arm, it is breathtaking.

Time passed, and Cui Yan pen quietly retracted in an inadvertent moment.

Stop writing.

Zhou Shu took a long breath, put the Cui Yan pen in front of him, and slowly picked up the talisman.

Very good, better than he expected.

These talisman papers and talisman inks are obviously made with care, and they are not of the same level as those previously bought randomly. The talisman made looks particularly eye-catching.

The gray talisman is decorated with complex but neat blue lines, flashing a few auras from time to time, it looks like a river flowing between mountains and rivers, like a perfect artwork, vivid and harmonious. Between the rivers, the dark golden highlights seemed to represent the hidden power, which made people feel impressed.

"As the first second-order talisman, it is barely good."

Zhou Shu smiled contentedly. This is a big achievement. Many talisman masters will not be able to achieve it in their lifetime, and they will be very excited if they reach it. However, he seems a little calm.

Compared with the talisman in front of him, his goal is much larger, and he is still far behind.

Mud talisman, similar to thunderstorm talisman, is a regional talisman. After the talisman is cast, it can form a mire effect in a certain area, causing people to have no roots under their feet, such as falling into a swamp. If the repairer can't fly or does not have a fast flying magic weapon, it is difficult to break free in a period of time.

Compared with the Ivy Talisman, its restrictive effect is stronger, and it has a certain effect on the foundation builders.

But it is only a restriction. The cultivator who is trapped by the quagmire will not be affected except for the temporary inability to escape.

So its usual function is to escape or deal with monsters that cannot be resisted.

Lower grade mud talisman lasts for ten breaths, while middle grade mud talisman lasts for 20 breaths. For many practitioners, this can be regarded as an excellent way to save their lives.

is sold in the market, even if the price is high, there will definitely be many low-level repairers snapping up.

How expensive is it, this can save lives at critical moments.

Zhou Shu rested for a while, his spiritual power recovered, and immediately began to draw the second and third pictures...

In the past fifteen days, he has not gone out. Except for cultivation, his other thoughts are on the symbol.

One hundred and twenty muddy talisman, quietly stacked on the table.

Among them, there are 70 middle grades and 50 lower grades. This is the result of his deliberate creation. In the process of drawing symbols, he did not maintain the best condition. Otherwise, in his hundred and twenty talisman, there will be more than one hundred middle grades.

But this obviously doesn't work. It's too appalling. It doesn't matter what you use, but if you give it to Hua Ruo'an, you must have more low-grade than medium-grade.

He intends to give Hua Ruoan 20 middle grades and 50 lower grades.

Although the ratio is a bit alarming, but it can barely pass.

At noon, Sanyuanzhai.

"Brother Zhou, tomorrow is a good time limit. Where is the good Fuluo? Where is Fuluo?"

Hua Ruoan looked at Zhou Shu for a long time. Seeing that Zhou Shu hadn't said anything, he just sat lightly, and immediately became a little angry.

His face was dark, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out in succession, like a snake, which was quite shocking.

This expression is the first time Zhou Shu has seen him. It can be seen that Hua Ruoan is indeed anxious. If he didn't give him a talisman, he would almost certainly break his face on the spot.

Zhou Shu smiled indifferently, “Don’t worry about treasurer Hua, it’s not good to hurt your anger. I came here today to give treasure to Hua treasurer.”

"Where is it, take it out!"

Hua Ruoan almost yelled out that the investment this time is a bit big, he can't afford to fail He has thought about it several times before, and even regrets that he should not bet on Zhou Shu. It should be calmer, there are hundreds of middle-grade spirit stones, but when thinking of thunderstorm talisman, ivy talisman and other things, he still couldn't hold back the merchant's instinct for profit.

But now, I am very worried.

"Don't worry, shopkeeper Hua, please see."

Zhou Shu took out two neatly stacked talisman urns and placed them on the table.

Hua Ruoan's expression changed slightly, "So much?" He didn't use spiritual power to fetch things from the air, walked over and picked up a talisman with his own hands, and carefully examined it carefully.

"Sure enough, it is a muddy talisman. The last time I saw it was five years ago."

He carefully rubbed the Fuluo, as if stroking the most cherished woman, extremely gentle.

"Medium grade, absolutely medium grade!"

Unconcealable brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help muttering, "This line, this brushstroke, a craftsman, is perfect, it's better than those I've seen, I don't know how much better... No, this kind of talisman. , 20 less, at least 30 middle-grade spirit stones will be sold!"

He hurriedly looked at the table and counted one by one, "One, two...what, there are actually 20 middle-grade ones!"

He couldn't believe it. He glanced at Zhou Shu with an extremely surprised look, and then carefully checked one by one, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, this kid must have mixed in the low grade..."

After two quarters of an hour, he slowly raised his head.

There was a bit of enthusiasm in his eyes, and he couldn't help but burst out swearing, "Your mother's, they are really middle-grade...20 middle-grade muddy charms, this time, I have made a lot of money!"

Zhou Shu looked at him quietly, smiling without speaking.

It was Zhou Shu who made a lot of money. Fifty middle-grade muddy talisman were lying peacefully in the storage bag.