Chapter 88

The short man looked up slightly and stared at Liu Cheng, "who are you? How could there be such a powerful means? "

Liu Cheng sneered: "now is not you to ask me, in do not answer, my silver needle can come!"

When the short man heard the word "silver needle", he could not help shivering. The fear in his eyes was hard to hide. For a moment, the whole person was flustered.

"Three

"Two!"

before he could count to one, the short man immediately said, "I say, I say!"

"No nonsense!" Liu Cheng cheered.

The short man drew his mouth, especially when he saw the slender silver needle in Liu Cheng's hand.

"In fact, this old man is our master!" Said the short man.

Liu Cheng's heart moved, and he seemed to have a good guess. He immediately continued to ask, "let's talk about the point!"

the short man went on to say, "we two worshipped under this old man's door in the early years, but he never taught us one day. Instead, he hoped to give all his skills to his son."

"Hey, hey, but he didn't think that his son was a waste at all," the short man said with a sneer. "At that time, we were three brothers. Although Lao Gao and I were not outstanding in talent, we were much better than that waste!"

Liu Cheng frowned and asked, "even if this old man is selfish to his son, you don't have to come to repay him with good."

"Good for bad? Ha ha ha, "the short man said with a laugh, lying on the ground," if you know what this old guy did to us, you won't say that. "

"You say it, to the point!" Liu Cheng said lightly.

The short man sneered: "that old man knew that his son's talent was rubbish. He even wanted to use the evil method of blood exchange to wash the pulse and marrow for his son. Hahaha, you say, what's wrong with this crazy old man when we do this today?"

Liu Cheng was stunned. He turned his head and looked at the old man who was sleeping with his eyes closed on the chair. He could not help but be surprised. Could this old man, who seemed to be in his twilight years, have been so cruel in those years that he did not even bother to kill his two disciples for his son's sake?

Thinking of this, he asked aloud, "do you have any evidence that your master wants to exchange blood for his son?"

The short man struggled to lift his wrists. "What do you see?"

When Liu Cheng saw it, he was even more shocked. There were long and thin knife marks on his left and right wrists, which were extremely terrifying.

The scar was very thin, long and deep. It was obvious that this knife was enough to cut off his artery.

Liu Cheng saw the scar in his eyes, and then turned to look at the old man who was sleeping on the chair. For a moment, he didn't know what it was like.

His voice was not as fierce as before, but he asked faintly: "later, how did you escape?"

"Ha ha, clam," the short man suddenly burst out laughing, "I'd like to thank his silly son. If it wasn't for that fool who secretly changed one of the items in the exchange transfusion method, I'm afraid Lao Gao and I would have become ghosts now!"

Liu Cheng gritted his teeth, "what are you here for today?"

The short man's face changed slightly, and he was silent for a while. This time, Liu Cheng didn't press him. After a long time, he said, "have you ever heard of the colorful dragon pen?"

Naturally, Liu Cheng had never heard of it. He was curious, but he didn't want to show up in front of the short man, so he asked, "is it a colorful dragon pen? Is it your master? "

"Cough," the short man said softly, "you are also a person in the circle of metaphysics. Almost everyone in the circle of metaphysics knows the fame of the colorful dragon pen."

After a pause, the short man continued: "that thing is a top-grade magic weapon for drawing talismans. My master is just a third grade realm. How can I have that thing on me?"

Liu Cheng got some information from what he said. It seems that the colorful dragon pen is specially used for drawing symbols, and the old man on the chair seems to be a three-level realm.

At that moment, he hurriedly looked for the information about the division of realm, colorful dragon pen and talisman in Shu Zang.

After a while, a large stream of information poured out. While digesting the information from Shu Zang, he listened to the short man's story.

The so-called "three grades" refers to the fact that in order to divide the three masters of Feng Shui, Taoism and Buddhism into a standard power system, the metaphysical circles turn them into one to nine grades, which can be called "one grade", and "nine grades" can be called "great success", and "nine grades" can be compared with "immortals and Buddhas".

Liu Cheng sighed in his heart. He knew what he was thinking now. It was just a fool's dream. According to the division from one grade to nine grades, he should be in the second grade, while the short man and the tall man should be in the first grade.

As for the old man on the chair, according to the fluctuation of his body and what the short man said, it's the third grade.

Just don't know Dao Yuan and Qian Yuan Zi, Huo lie these people are several grade realm.By this time, the short man had said a lot to himself.

It turns out that this colorful dragon pen is one of the best magic tools for depicting talismans. Talismans are very important to Fengshui masters, Taoists and Buddhists.

Almost every vein has its own unique method of depicting talisman.

The three essential elements are to depict the talisman.

Zhenqi, Fubi, Fuzhi.

The so-called true Qi is the warm current surging in Liu Cheng's body during this period of time. There are many kinds of Fu pens. One of them is the colorful dragon pen mentioned by the short man just now. As for Fu paper, there are many kinds, but the importance of Fu paper is obviously weaker.

Among these three elements, the most important one is Qi, followed by Fu pen and Fu paper. When the cultivation reaches a certain level, Fu paper can be used to depict Fu Lu, and Fu pen can be used by people with higher level. Of course, those characters are still far away from Liu Cheng.

The short man also said that his master didn't own the colorful dragon pen, but a key thing to obtain it.

Hearing this, Liu Cheng can't help but wonder: "what is the key thing that can make you come all the way to rob at the risk of killing people?"

The short man tried to endure the pain and grinned: "Hey, I can see that your realm and skills are all above us, but even if you get that thing, it's useless. Only people in our vein can use that thing!"

"Oh?" Liu Cheng eyebrows pick, can't help but good strange way, "in the end is what thing? How could there be such distinctions? "

As they were talking, the old man on the chair suddenly opened his eyes slowly.