The devil speaks to the heavens

Chapter 109 Draw Talisman, Mother and Daughter

After returning to the residence and meditating for more than ten minutes, Mo Huai took out the yellow paper and cut it into long strips, spread it on the desk, then took out the inkstone, adjusted the cinnabar, picked up the arctic wolf pen, and was ready to start trying to draw symbols .

In this world, there are six grades and eighteen grades of talismans, which are the six grades of Dharma Talisman, Spirit Talisman, Precious Talisman, Immortal Talisman, Divine Talisman and Holy Talisman, and each grade can be divided into upper, middle and lower grades.

Keeping his mind as clear as a mirror, Mo Huai began to write luck talismans, and the first thing he tried to draw was the lowest-grade magic talisman and divine movement talisman.

As the name suggests, the divine movement talisman is a talisman that can make one feel as light as a swallow and walk as fast as flying. It is very useful in low-level battles.

Many horizontal strokes and vertical strokes, twisted dots, flowed smoothly under the pen tip like a stream, forming complex and cumbersome symbols, and these symbols were combined to form more complex symbols.

Wisps of invisible energy fluctuated on the tip of the pen, and then submerged into those symbols and returned to calm.

Mo Huai, with a serious face, sketched stroke by stroke. He had just drawn about a third of a piece of talisman, when suddenly his eyebrows frowned, and the talisman paper ignited spontaneously without wind.

Seeing the talisman paper turn into ashes under the brush, Mo Huai couldn't help shaking his head helplessly: "Although I have inherited all the memories of Qingfeng Shangxian, including some memories of experience, it is still the first time I have come into contact with drawing talismans. It is difficult to achieve a real mastery. It seems that more practice is needed."

After finishing speaking, Mo Huai, who closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, opened his eyes and continued to draw symbols.This time, Mo Huai was about to complete a talisman, but because of a slight mistake, the entire talisman was scrapped and spontaneously combusted.

It wasn't until Mo Huai's third attempt that he finally succeeded in drawing a lower-level magical talisman.

Next, Mo Huai began to try to draw other talismans.Basically, after one or two failures, you can draw successfully.

More than two hours passed in a blink of an eye, and Mo Huai drew a total of three divine movement talismans, three vajra talismans, three slow talismans and one divine fire talisman.

Among them, the divine fire talisman had already reached the level of the spirit talisman. Mo Huai failed seven or eight times in a row and consumed more than half of the true essence and mana in his body before finally drawing it successfully.

Three days later, at two o'clock in the morning, Mo Huai, who was immersed in his cultivation, suddenly frowned and opened his eyes as if in response.

Standing up and looking at the dark night in the distance, Mo Huai, who hesitated a little, jumped up from the balcony and sank into the night like a gust of wind.

On the quiet street, Mo Huai, who descended from the sky like a ghost, looked at a man who was coming out of the lighted Azhen Baozi shop not far away, cursing, and stopped him without hesitation. Kicked to the ground, then dragged into the steamed stuffed bun shop like a dead dog.

At this time, the store was in a mess, flour was scattered all over the floor, the proprietress squatted on the ground with messy hair, she folded her arms and buried her head, sobbing in a low voice. Two buttons of the floral T-shirt were missing, revealing a white patch on her chest. The immortal struggled a lot.A little girl who looked like six or seven years old was sitting on the ground blankly, her eyes showed a look of panic, it was Wen Wen, the daughter of the proprietress.

"Hey, who the hell are you? Let go of me!" The man who reacted cursed, causing Mo Huai to frown and throw him on the ground impatiently. He raised his leg and kicked him. His waist was bent like a shrimp, his face was flushed but he couldn't even utter a scream.

The proprietress raised her head when she heard the commotion, and seeing the miserable appearance of her bastard husband, she couldn't help showing surprise and panic on her face.

"Are you okay?" Mo Huai looked at the proprietress and asked, her slightly cold voice made the proprietress feel inexplicably warm.

The proprietress who shook her head lightly looked at the man struggling silently in pain, a complex look flashed in her eyes, then she looked up at Mo Huai and said, "I'm fine, just let him go!"

"Let him go? You have to think clearly, if I let him go, he won't necessarily let you go," Mo Huai said, looking at the proprietress seriously.

The proprietress heard the words and turned her head to look at her daughter Wenwen who was sitting blankly on the ground not far away, a look of pain and sadness flashed in her eyes, and she looked up at Mo Huai again after a little silence: "But he is Wenwen's father after all. !"

"Okay!" Mo Huai, who nodded lightly, didn't say anything more, turned around and came to the man, grabbed him with his hand, and dragged him away.

On the side of the road outside the steamed stuffed bun shop, Mo Huai, who threw the man to the ground and kicked him, shouted coldly, "Get out!"

The man who got up from the ground in a panic stopped a taxi that happened to be passing by, and jumped into the car like a rabbit. After the car started, he couldn't help yelling at Mo Huai through the glass window: "Little boy, wait for me!" Come on, I will definitely make you look good!"

Mo Huai, who was silent when he heard the words, looked at the taxi leaving quickly, but a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.He really didn't need to pay attention to the clamor of a dying person.

"Wait a minute!" Just as Mo Huai was about to leave directly, an abrupt shout came from behind.

Mo Huai, who paused in his steps, turned his head and saw that the proprietress had walked out of the steamed stuffed bun shop at some point, holding the hand of the little girl Wen Wen.

"Thank you!" Seeing that Mo Huai was just looking at her in silence, the proprietress stretched out her hand and gently stroked the hair on her forehead before softly saying.

"It's a little effort!" Mo Huai said calmly, looked at the little girl Wen Wen who was in a daze, and walked forward after a little hesitation, and knelt down in front of Wen Wen, her deep eyes met Wen Wen Wen's dull and lifeless eyes.

Under the puzzled eyes of the proprietress, Mo Huai stood up slowly after a while, then turned and left silently.

Seeing Mo Huai's leaving back, the proprietress who opened her mouth finally closed her mouth with a slightly complicated expression.

"Mom..." But at this moment, a slightly hoarse and familiar immature voice made the lady boss lower her head in disbelief and looked at her daughter who didn't know when she looked up, and then she couldn't help being excited Kneeling down, holding her daughter's small face with trembling hands, she said in a trembling voice, "Wenwen, you... are you alright? Are you alright?"

Because the husband who only knows how to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble often beats and scolds, the daughter of the proprietress suffers from autism and has not spoken for a long time.The proprietress took her to many hospitals for treatment, but the results were not very good. Unexpectedly, she just looked at that frail young man tonight, and then she opened her mouth to talk.While being pleasantly surprised and excited, the proprietress couldn't help but feel a little unbelievable. Is that young man a savior sent from heaven?
Mo Huai didn't think too much, he helped the proprietress mother and daughter, but he did it easily, and continued to practice after returning.

The next morning, Mo Huai still went to work on time, but when he passed by the bun shop, the proprietress stopped him and gave him some buns.

In the morning, Mo Huai was waiting in the balance room of his unit to seriously weigh the samples, when suddenly a gentle voice came to his ears: "Xiao Yu, I started working so early, you are very diligent!"

Looking back, Mo Huai saw a beautiful and dignified woman in her 30s, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and an intellectual and mature beauty with a high-level intellectual temperament who came behind him at some point.

Her name is Cheng Qiuman, and she is the director of the chemistry department who just took office in the first half of the year. In this old research institute, she is considered a young middle-level leader, and she is more pragmatic.

"I don't dare to be hardworking. It's work. You have to do it early and late. If you finish it early, you can relax," Mo Huai said with a light shrug, and continued to be busy.

(End of this chapter)