Chapter 14 Meng You

Chapter 14 Meng You

About to return to the residence, Zhou Shu's footsteps became more and more brisk.

At this time, he saw a few blue-shirted cultivators surrounding his hut, seeming to be arguing about something, interspersed with the cries of children, which was very noisy.

"Master Cultivator, please allow two more days. Next month, I promise to hand over the spirit stone."

A middle-aged man was holding a child, begging bitterly.

The blue shirt cultivator looked stern, "Is there still room for forgiveness? You haven't paid rent for three months, and everyone is like you. Can we still do it in Fangshi?"

Another person said, "You mortals are always thinking about meeting the fairy fate, but the fairy fate is not so easy to meet, and it's not good if you don't have spiritual roots. I advise you to go back to farm as soon as possible and raise your son. He and you Living here is a real pain."

"Master Cultivator, give me a few more days, and I will find it soon. My son must have spiritual roots. If he doesn't cultivate immortality, it will be wasted..."

The middle-aged man's voice became smaller and smaller.

Zhou Shu looked at them and remained silent. This middle-aged man is called Meng Da, and he lives next door to him.

Meng Da firmly believed that his son had spiritual roots, so he brought his son to Qingxiafang City, hoping to meet the immortal fate. It was also a coincidence that on the first day, I found a Tier 2 Spirit Grass on the edge of the Qingyuan Mountains, exchanged a few Spirit Stones, and settled down.

Since then, Meng Da has become more confident, and wants to collect enough Lingshi to find a cultivator as a teacher for his son, and even join the sect.

But Lingshi is so easy to get, it is not easy for a cultivator to earn, let alone him as a mortal. For more than half a year, Meng Da searched around the Qingyuan Mountains every day. He almost lost his life several times, but he never found anything worth spirit stones.

Seeing his sincerity, the law enforcement cultivator stayed for a while longer, but now after three months, it would be against the rules of Fangshi if he didn't leave, so he could only force him to leave.

Meng Da looked at the cultivators and knelt down with a plop, "Master cultivator, give me another month, I will definitely find it..."

Several cultivators looked at each other, shook their heads, "No."

Meng Da's complexion turned dark gray in an instant, as if he was dead. The seven or eight-year-old son took his hand and shook it for a long time, but there was no movement.

"Several stewards, this Lingshi is his rent for this month."

Zhou Shu took out a low-grade spirit stone and handed it to the blue-clothed cultivator.

Meng Da was overjoyed, and hurriedly bowed down to Zhou Shu, "Thank you, Mr. Xiu Zhe, and thank you, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Shu walked away sideways, did not receive the obeisance, and said calmly, "Xianyuan is not so easy to meet, you should think about it."

The last spirit stone is useless to keep, and sending it out is considered a good relationship, and he won't think about anything else.

Walking back to the hut, sitting on the futon, everything in the outside world has nothing to do with him, he lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, and put all his mind on the green smoke pen in his hand.

A trace of spiritual power is poured into the body of the pen, and it circulates.

At the same time, his brain seemed to be running at full speed, running almost crazily.

All the information about the Cuiyan pen was entered into the brain without any omissions, and then a long period of calculation and deduction began.

Four days passed quickly, and he finally opened his eyes, with a flash of inspiration in his eyes, full of confidence.

Zhou Shu spread out a blank sheet of paper in front of him.

Before painting his first talisman, he had to draw a picture first, test the talisman pen, and find out how he feels.

Holding the emerald smoke pen, the spiritual power emerges from the hand, and instantly divides into one hundred and eight extremely fine spiritual power streams, which are accurately wrapped around the flexible smoke cloud grass.

Every brush that is thinner than a hair is covered with a tiny drop of ink, which does not interfere with each other.

The insignificant brushstrokes fall gently on the paper like a small river flowing. One hundred and eight scratches, each going its own way, wandering like clouds and flowing water, as if there was life, and soon merged into a budding lotus.

Huacheng retracted the brush, and at the same time withdrew his spiritual power. The Cuiyan brush was as clean as washing, without a trace of ink remaining, and every penny was used on the paper.

Although it's just a painting and not a symbol, if anyone else sees this scene, they will definitely scream!

This kind of precise and perfect spiritual power control can really be described as terrifying.

Even cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm or even the Pulse Condensation Realm cannot use their spiritual power to such an extent.

But Zhou Shu, who was at the first level of Qi Refining Realm, did it easily with a discarded talisman pen.

Looking at the lotus that was as agile as a living thing, as if it would bloom at any time, Zhou Shu nodded in satisfaction, rubbing the pen in his hand, feeling a little excited.

The Cuiyan pen, a talisman pen that was discarded by others, is like the most superior magic weapon in his hands, like a finger and arm, so that he can use it according to his heart.

"Combined with the calculation and deduction of the previous foundation, coupled with the use of spiritual power and the emerald smoke pen, it should be no problem to draw talismans."

Boom, boom—

Zhou Shu was about to draw a talisman, but heard someone knocking on the door.

When he opened the door, he saw a seven or eight-year-old boy standing at the door, with his hands behind his back, bowing to him incessantly.

Zhou Shu raised his hand, "Don't be too polite, what's the matter?"

The person who came was Meng You, the son of Meng Da next door.

Meng You whispered, "Brother Zhou, I'm leaving."

"Oh, are you going back?"

The expression on Meng You's face was a bit weird, "No. Father met Xianyuan in the mountains two days ago, and a fairy master said that he would take me to Sixizong to take the entrance test."

Zhou Shu nodded slightly. Unexpectedly, Meng Da really bumped into Xianyuan, as if he was destined in the boundless.

"Father wants me to cultivate immortality, and I must thank you very much, Brother Zhou." Meng You said seriously.

"Where's your father?"

Meng You's small face was slightly twitched, and it was hard to see whether it was sadness or some other emotion, "Father...he fell off the cliff for picking spirit grass, was rescued by the immortal master, and died of joy when he returned home."

"So that's the case……"

Zhou Shu was stunned, one gain and one loss, it's his own number of days, no wonder Meng You has such a complicated expression, he has undergone tremendous changes at such a young age.

It is not false that Meng Da was happy to die. His children and grandchildren have a fairy fate, and death is also joyful.

"Brother Zhou, this baby is for you."

Meng You thought for a while, then took out the hand that had been behind his back all the time, holding a dark object in his small hand.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a robust black beetle, about the size of a palm, with a shiny carapace, two horns on its head, and tiny eyeballs moving back and forth, as if there was a flash of inspiration.

Zhou Shu asked suspiciously, "This is?"

"I don't know what it is. I caught it when I went out to play last month. This is my most precious thing. Brother Zhou, you must accept it."

Meng You raised his small hand very high, desperately stuffing Zhou Shu's body, with an air of not giving up until he accepts it.

"Okay, I'll take it."

Zhou Shu picked it up, and it didn't look like anything valuable, but the child thought it was precious, so there was no need to make the child feel sad.

"Thank you Brother Zhou." Meng You smiled innocently, bowed and turned to leave.

Zhou Shu threw the beetle into the house casually. The beetle crawled on the ground a few times, and finally ran to the futon and lay down peacefully, as if asleep.

Zhou Shu smiled, didn't care about it, and continued to work on his own.