Chapter 151： Boss pay my respects

Yan Zhixu carried the bag and was about to leave.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped slightly, and he turned to look at the talisman that was drawn in a corner.

She said indifferently, "These symbols are useless."

Although the painting is very good, but there is no spiritual power at all, that is to say, it is not useful, and it will affect the reputation of the store when it is sold.

After speaking, he walked out of the store with his things.

Looking in the direction she left, Ji Zhou took another look at the pile of talisman papers that were about to turn ashes in the corner.

After a few minutes, he patted the cashier counter, and shouted indifferently, "Fuck you, criticize! Boss, give me a bow!"

He drew this pile of talismans himself, because it didn't work at all, and he didn't expect to make much money by putting it out.

Occasionally there would be one or two blind people who bought a Talisman, but it didn't take long for them to come back angrily and scold him.

"boom--"

He clapped his hand on the cashier counter, and one accidentally slapped the calculator.

There was a dull pain in the hand, and the calculator fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

He ignored the dull pain in his palms, and immediately squatted down and picked up the calculator.

After checking it over and over, seeing that it was not damaged and still usable, he let out a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's okay..."

If the calculator broke, he had to buy a new one, which would make his already poor family even worse.

Putting it on the cashier, looking at the gate, a trace of loneliness and sadness appeared on his face.

He fell into his chair and sighed.

The young lady just now has such good eyesight, it can be seen that the cultivation is not ordinary, and I don't know which elite disciple sent by the Xuanmen.

Thinking back then, their Shen Xuanmen was quite famous in the Xuanmen faction, and they were very popular for a while.

But over the years, as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth dissipated, it has become more and more desolate, and it has not been a good disciple for more than ten years.

Outside the store: "..."

The students who were dismissed from school and other shops in the neighborhood heard Ji Zhou's roar, and shook their heads regretfully.

How could such a good young man be crazy? Opening such an unpopular store really has no way of making money. Boss Ji is so poor and crazy.

Yan Zhixu returned to the Nanjia mansion with a large and small bag.

As soon as he entered the room, he immediately took things apart and put the talisman on the desk.

He took out that cheap brush, stained it with cinnabar, and began to draw a spell on the blank talisman paper.

The movement is natural, the movement is like flowing water, and it is done in one go, without the slightest pause.

After drawing a picture, put it aside and wait for it to dry naturally before continuing to draw.

Spiritual energy poured out like no money, and it was a steady stream, without the slightest bit of fatigue.

After drawing all the talismans in a row, there are almost fifty finished products.

The spiritual energy of the present world is thin, and most masters can draw six out of ten talismans.

However, the talismans drawn by Yan Zhixu are rich in spiritual energy, and none of them are defective.

Yan Zhixu put the brush aside and picked up a dried talisman.

After taking a closer look, "The painting is okay, so-so."

The pinnacle of the talisman was when she was on the plane of immortality, the plane was full of aura, and the talismans she drew were all fine.

After all, the spiritual energy of the world is still too thin, and the mysterious door is withered. It is estimated that there are very few people who can draw talismans.

Put down the talisman, clean up the things on the table, and pick up the brush to clean it.

"Hey—"

The windows were wide open, and the sound of a car coming in could be heard.

Yan Zhixu picked up the phone and checked the time, at this point the uncle got off work.