Across the heavens in the Red Mansion

Chapter 142 The talisman is completed, the husband and wife talk at night, the critically ill man

"Stab!"

The sound of paper burning suddenly sounded in the room, and a strip of yellow paper in front of Jia Lang disappeared on the desk.

"What's wrong? Ordinarily there should be no problem." A slightly doubtful voice sounded.

Jia Lang looked at the burned yellow paper in front of him with a thoughtful expression. This was already a dozen times. It stands to reason that what he now has is the memory of Shan Shitong's basic talisman, and the steps in the process are correct.

As long as the yellow paper and cinnabar are made of acceptable materials, Jia Lang has checked them and there are no problems.

Jia Lang turned his eyes to the Langhao brush in his hand again, feeling the aura blending with himself on it. He cultivated it with magic power according to the method in memory, because it is the basic talisman. Now it has the quality of the Langhao brush. Definitely enough.

"Maybe it's the amount of mana injected in the process of drawing the talisman, the timing, and so on! Next, I just need to carefully observe each step and improve step by step!" Jia Lang said to himself.

"Idiot master, you can't even do something as simple as drawing a talisman, but you have such a good weapon spirit like me!" A shadowy child beside Jia Lang shook his head and said.

Jia Lang has become immune to this little guy, so just turn a deaf ear!

Can't always say: you can do it...
Seeing Jia Lang ignoring him, Xiao Qi also felt bored, jumping up and down in this hut, as if Erha was alive, but fortunately he has no entity.

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Jia Lang withdrew his pen and looked nervously at the yellow paper on the desk, holding his breath and concentrating.

As the last stroke of the pen tip fell, a yellowish-yellow light lit up on the ordinary yellow paper. From the beginning of the pen, it gradually spread to the entire talisman pattern, and then the light on it quickly dimmed, and the entire The piece of yellow paper gradually returned to plainness.

"It's done?" Jia Lang looked surprised at the vision on the yellow paper.

Just talking about not practicing the fake moves, Jia Lang immediately put down the wolf brush in his hand, picked up the talisman on the desk, and poured mana into it to activate him.

Ze! A stream of water mist wrapped around Jia Lang, and Jia Lang instantly felt a fresh air lingering around him, and the talismans burned out.

"Well, well, the effect is good." Jia Lang looked at the furnishings in the house. The already very clean environment actually gave Jia Lang a better feeling than before. This is the simplest 'Purification Talisman' in Fu Lu's memory.

Now Jia Lang is very satisfied with his masterpiece. Although he has the memory of basic talismans, there is still a big difference between theory and practice.

In the following time, Jia Lang finished drawing the remaining yellow paper, but he could only draw this one, and the rest were mostly destroyed, so Jia Lang was not in a hurry, and only painted this one first to accumulate experience.

In the end, he got more than ten talismans. Jia Lang's mana was exhausted and his mind was tired. Finally, he calculated that the success rate was only [-] out of [-].

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"Third Master, Mom asked me earlier to ask if we would have dinner in the yard?" Wang Zhu, who was squatting at the door, immediately stepped forward to ask Jia Lang when he saw Jia Lang coming out.

Hearing this, Jia Lang got used to looking out of the courtyard, and the sky was still fine at this time, so he said, "No, don't bother Mama Wang."

"Later, I will go back home to learn how to eat again. You go and buy more yellow paper and cinnabar. I will still use it. I will leave later."

"Yes, third master!"

Wang Zhu scratched his head, wondering why his third master was interested in these Taoist gadgets, but it was not his place to ask about such things.

Originally there was a banquet today, but it seemed that something else happened, Feng Ziying had sent someone to inform Jia Lang that his follower Wang Zhu had been cancelled, and Jia Lang knew about it as soon as he returned to Jia's mansion.

Jia Lang asked Wang Zhu the reason, and heard the news from Wang Zhu and Feng's servants. It was that Feng Ziying had a conflict with the son of a captain surnamed Qiu. He was injured a little, but he couldn't go out.

Jia Lang returned to Shuntian Mansion School again, and began to study and live comfortably.

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Inside Jia's house.

In Jia Lian's residence, the night is dim and yellow, adding a bit of brightness.

In the room, Jia Lian, who was sitting by the bed, embraced Wang Xifeng's slender waist with both hands.

"Your house looks to pick a few beautiful maidservants from innocent families, I'm useful." Jia Lian leaned close to Wang Xifeng's ear and said softly.

In this scene, even though the bold and bold Fengzi felt Jia Lian's exhaled breath hitting her body, the strong manly breath surrounded Wang Xifeng, and her cheeks turned red into a ripe peach.

"Huh? I committed lust again, and now I dare to be so open and aboveboard, I don't know what to do outside!" Pushing away Jia Lian who was embracing him.

Immediately, Wang Xifeng changed from the appearance of being harvested by the king back to the usual shrewd and capable manager of Jia's mansion, staring at Jia Lian with a cold face.

Seeing this, Jia Lian immediately understood that his words were ambiguous, and quickly explained to Wang Xifeng, trying to explain clearly to the angry Wang Xifeng.

"You made it clear. You just said that you want some beautiful maids. I don't know what you mean!" Wang Xifeng said in a good voice, and her tone changed again: "It's up to you, what kind of you are you? It's clear, if you don't want to think about those wild bees and butterflies outside, I won't either!"

Wang Xifeng did not admit her mistake, and immediately changed the subject: "This matter is easy to handle, and I will handle it myself when the time comes!"

Jia Lian was not surprised when he saw this. He just coaxed his wife in a good voice: "Where, where, you are enough for me."

"How dare you think about the outside world? Besides, there are no immortals like you outside..." Jia Lian still didn't forget what he said. The movement of his hands once again wrapped around Wang Xifeng's slim waist, from top to bottom. Fumbling around carefully.

"Tonight, you have wronged me, so you have to give me some compensation and change your tactics!"

Hearing this, Wang Xifeng, under the dim candle lamp, looked more and more charming, enchanting and colorful, with various styles.

Following Jia Lian's sweet talk and skillful hands for a while, Wang Xifeng's face immediately returned to the previous appearance, shy and shy.

Although she was a strong person, she was still a woman, and she was still defeated by her husband's sweet words.

The pleasant sound resounded in the house, the two of them were happy, but it was hard for her.

Qiao Ping'er in the cubicle, but she could hear the voices in the room, and her face was blushing. Ping'er hadn't succeeded in such a thing. As a housemaid, she had a romantic relationship with Jia Lian, but on weekdays Because of Wang Xifeng's jealousy, the two had intercourse countless times.

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Pedestrians walk on a slope, going to and from the market, showing their magical powers from time to time, which is quite chic.

In Yangzhou City,

A tall courtyard mansion, inside.

"Cough! Cough! You send someone to send this letter to Jia's Mansion in the capital, and at least let me see Yu'er again before I die."

I saw a handsome middle-aged man with a pale face, as if he was dying of terminal illness, lying on the bed, and said to the old man beside the bed.

"Yes, master!" The old man looked at the lying man with a worried face, although he wanted to comfort him.

But hey...
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