Chapter 62 Mire Talisman

Chapter 62 Mire Talisman

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

This talisman paper is only an inch in size, but it is a bit thick. It is polished and developed with limestone, and it maintains a strong earth-type spiritual power.

It has strong applicability, and many earth-type talismans are made of this kind of talisman paper.

The talisman ink is dark blue, with a little golden yellow in the middle. Zhou Shu stretched his arms lightly, and the emerald smoke brush passed through the talisman ink, and the tip of the pen became full in an instant.

Hanging in the air, like a blue pearl.

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

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

It is quite different from other drawing methods.

Zhou Shu controlled the talisman pen, and guided the talisman according to the situation, drawing back and forth on the talisman paper layer by layer.

The movements of his hands were dazzling and extremely fast, as if he didn't need to think at all, and everything was under control. All the strokes and steps are all at your fingertips, like flowing water, it seems that these patterns have long been on the paper, just waiting for Zhou Shu to draw them.

The dark blue talisman ink is like a sea, with a little bit of golden light, which keeps reappearing back and forth, and is immersed in the talisman paper. The golden yellow dots of earth-type aura, as the joint point of the two auras, perfectly blend with the gray crystal rock talisman paper together.

And the talisman ink rich in water elements is gradually input on the talisman paper following the spiritual power, forming one by one, staying where they should be.

The complicated and fluffy spiritual power changes were completely copied from the deduction in the mind to the talisman paper, without the slightest difference.

The pen moves like a dragon and snake, the hand is as boneless, and the spiritual power flows like fingers and arms, which is amazing.

Time passed by, and the green smoke pen was quietly withdrawn in an inadvertent moment.

Stop writing.

Zhou Shu breathed a sigh of relief, put the green smoke pen in front of him, and slowly picked up the talisman.

Very good, a little better than he expected.

These talisman papers and talisman inks are obviously carefully made, and they are not of the same level as those bought casually before, and the talismans made look particularly eye-catching.

The gray talisman is dotted with complex but neat blue lines, with flashes of aura from time to time, it looks like a river flowing between mountains and rivers, like a perfect work of art, vivid and harmonious. Between the rivers, the dark golden highlights seem to represent hidden power, which makes people feel admirable.

"As the first second-order talisman, it's not bad at all."

Zhou Shu smiled contentedly. This was not a small achievement. Many talisman masters would never achieve it in their lifetime, and they would be very excited when they achieved it. However, he seemed a little calm.

Compared with the talisman in front of him, his goal is much bigger, and it is still far away.

The mud talisman, similar to the thunderstorm talisman, is a type of regional talisman. After the talisman is cast, it can form a quagmire effect in a certain area, making people feel rootless, like falling into a swamp. If the cultivator cannot fly, or does not have a fast flying magic weapon, it will be difficult to break free for a period of time.

Compared with the Ivy Talisman, its restrictive effect is stronger, and it has a certain effect on those who have built a foundation.

But it's just a restriction. The cultivators trapped by the mud talisman will not be affected in any other way except that they cannot escape temporarily.

So its usual function is to escape or deal with unstoppable monsters.

The low-grade mud talisman can last for ten breaths, while the middle-grade mud talisman can last for 20 breaths. For many cultivators, this can be regarded as an excellent means of saving their lives.

Selling it in the market, even if the price is high, there will definitely be many low-level cultivators rushing to buy it.

No matter how expensive it is, at critical moments, this can save lives.

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

Fifteen days had passed, and he hadn't been out of the house. Apart from practicing, his other thoughts were on the talisman.

One hundred and twenty mud talismans were quietly stacked in front of the table.

Among them, there are 70 middle-grade and 50 low-grade. This is the result of his deliberate creation. In the process of drawing symbols later, he did not maintain the best condition. Otherwise, among his one hundred and twenty talismans, there would be more than a hundred middle-grade ones.

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

He planned to give Hua Ruo'an twenty mid-tier tickets and fifty low-tier tickets.

Although the ratio is a bit shocking, it is barely justified.

At noon, Sanyuan Zhai.

"Brother Zhou, tomorrow is the agreed deadline. Where's the promised talisman? Where's the talisman?"

Hua Ruo'an looked at Zhou Shu for a long time, seeing that Zhou Shu hadn't expressed anything all this time, just sitting indifferently, he immediately became a little angry.

His face was slightly dark, and several blue veins burst out one after another on his forehead, like a coiled snake, quite frightening.

It was the first time Zhou Shu had seen this kind of expression, and it could be seen that Hua Ruo'an was really in a hurry. If he didn't give him the talisman, he would almost definitely break his face on the spot.

Zhou Shu smiled calmly, "Don't be upset, shopkeeper Hua, it's not good to hurt your anger. I'm here today to give amulets to shopkeeper Hua."

"Where is it, take it out!"

Hua Ruo'an almost shouted out that the investment this time is really too big, and he can't afford to fail.

He had thought about it a few times before, and even regretted that he shouldn't bet on Zhou Shu. He should calm down. There are hundreds of middle-grade spirit stones. Resist the profit-seeking heart of businessmen.

But now, I am very worried.

"Don't worry, Shopkeeper Hua, please take a look."

Zhou Shu took out two neat stacks of talismans and placed them in front of the table.

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

"Sure enough, it's a mud talisman. The last time I saw it was five years ago."

He caressed the talisman carefully, as if he was stroking the woman he cherished the most, extremely gentle.

"Medium grade, absolute middle grade!"

An unconcealable brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help muttering, "This line, this brushstroke, a master craftsman, it's perfect, and it's much better than the ones I've seen... No, such a talisman , twenty less, at least thirty middle-grade spirit stones will be sold!"

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

He couldn't believe it. He glanced at Zhou Shu with extremely surprised eyes, and then carefully checked each one, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, this kid must have mixed the inferior grade..."

After a full quarter of an hour, he slowly raised his head.

There was a bit of fanaticism in his eyes, and he couldn't help but swear, "Your mother, they are all middle-grade... Twenty middle-grade mud talismans, this time, I made a lot of money!"

Zhou Shu looked at him quietly, smiling without saying a word.

The one who made the most money was actually Zhou Shu, fifty middle-grade mud charms were lying safely in the storage bag.