Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

While Su Chen was thinking about how to conduct the experiment, Wang Haitao finally put down his pen and let out a breath.

"It's too difficult!"

He turned his head and looked at Dong Rongjin, who was still continuing.

The painting styles of the two people are different. Wang Haitao is cautious, but Dong Rongjin is casual and smooth.

This also caused Dong Rongjin's yellow paper scrap rate to rise sharply.

After scrapping dozens of pieces of yellow paper again, Su Chen got up and went to Lao Zhong to get the yellow paper and add cinnabar to it.

When he came back, Wang Haitao was already bragging.

"Master Zhang, I feel like you still need to practice drawing talisman, right? No, I managed to draw one successfully in half a day, so it's still okay."

Zhang Qian was not polite at all: "You can succeed because the quality of the yellow paper is good, and the cinnabar is also good. The power of Liu Xian in you can be used. If you are even worse, you will not be able to draw successfully without practicing for three or four months." ”

Wang Haitao hummed: "I'm not short of money. Can't I just buy good quality yellow paper and cinnabar later? It's Taoist power...Liu Xian's really can't be used much. I'll meditate and concentrate again. I don't believe it. I can still do it." Worse than him."

The "he" in his mouth naturally refers to Dong Rongjin.

At this moment, Dong Rongjin was concentrating on drawing the talisman, but in the finishing stage, another stroke of the brush was scrapped.

Wang Haitao curled his lips and said, "It's like following the gourd and drawing the scoop. There is no moral strength at all, and the drawing is in vain."

Zhang Qian hummed: "If you don't draw the talisman smoothly, you just want to integrate Tao power. How much Tao power can you squander?"

He didn't know whether it was to protect his shortcomings, or the more he looked at his new disciple, the more satisfied he became, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"You disciples still lack some of our spontaneity. Look, Taoism must be natural. If you grind it little by little, you can draw the talisman well in the years of the monkey and the horse and the moon, right?"

"Hey, Master Zhang, I don't agree with your statement. You don't care whether I polished it or painted it all at once. It just works."

"As the saying goes, black cats and white cats, the one that can catch mice is a good cat, right? Master Su Tian?"

Su Chen shrugged: "Ahem, I, I read!"

After almost an hour, Dong Rongjin finally finished drawing the talisman in one breath.

Looking at the talisman paper, he happily handed it to Zhang Qian: "Master, please see if my painting is good or not."

"It looks good, not bad."

Zhang Qian was generous in his praise.

Dong Rongjin rubbed his wrist happily: "It's not easy to draw a talisman, but Master, according to what you said before, my talisman is ineffective, right?"

"Yeah, but it's not easy to successfully complete a painting in one go."

"You will take time out every day to continue practicing like this. One day, when your Tao power is condensed, you will probably practice these talismans to the same extent, and you will be able to achieve some success in the talismans."

Dong Rongjin nodded heavily, then his expression froze.

Su Chen glanced at him: "Are you hungry? Come on, let's eat noodles together."

The four of them stood up and went to Lao Xu's noodle shop. Lao Liao looked left and right, sneaking to the front of the stall, picked up the brush and dipped it in cinnabar.

Aunt Li came over.

"Old Liao, you also want to draw a talisman? Can you do that?"

"Why can't it be done? Isn't this worth seeing? It took a long time to draw according to the drawing. Ah Jin is really stupid, I won't..."

After finishing his words, he paused his pen and looked at a big dot in the middle of the line. Lao Liao coughed lightly and said, "Do you think this dot matters?"

Aunt Li: "..."

She was also itchy. Seeing that no one came to the stall at the moment, she also sat down, but she didn't dare to waste the yellow paper. Instead, she found a piece of Dong Rongjin's scrapped paper and spread it out. She took a brush and copied the book bit by bit. .

Not to mention, anyone who can cut paper has a steady hand. Aunt Li drew half of the talisman smoothly. She felt that she would be successful if she continued. Someone stepped forward.

"Well, can fortune-telling be done here?"

Aunt Li's brush was useless.

She looked up with some annoyance.

He was an old man with gray hair. He was unfamiliar. He was not from this area, and he certainly did not come to Chunming Street often.

Lao Liao also turned around and looked at him a few times: "Brother, what do you want to do?"

Aunt Li glanced at what he had drawn and her face darkened.

Several small red turtles appear vividly on the yellow paper.

The old man did not answer, but glanced at them: "You... who is the master?"

Aunt Li and Lao Liao immediately stood up in embarrassment.

Lao Liao pointed forward: "What, Xiao Su is eating noodles, I call him, you... you sit down first, sit here with me..."

Su Chen had already finished his noodles and was sitting in the noodle shop chatting with Zhang Qian about how to concentrate his power.

Human beings themselves have energy, and a small part of it can be condensed into Tao power through the use of exercises.

A person's basic Tao power is limited, and it is difficult to increase it.

Their Celestial Master's Mansion has skills. After gaining merit through fortune telling, Tao power will naturally grow. However, according to Zhang Qian, his skills condense Tao power, and its growth rate is very slow.

At this time, Zhang Qian explained his condensation method to Su Chen, and while talking, he motioned to Dong Rongjin to listen carefully.

Seeing Lao Liao hurried in, he was stunned for a moment.

"Xiao Su, hurry up. I'm here for business. Someone is here to tell your fortune."

Su Chen and Zhang Qian smiled, stood up and went out with Lao Liao. When they walked to the stall, they saw the gray-haired old man.

"Are you the master?"

The old man looked at Su Chen carefully.

"Brother, don't look at our little age, Xiao Su, but we are very capable."

As he spoke, Lao Liao caught a glimpse of the turtle he had drawn. He coughed lightly, secretly reached out, quickly took away the yellow paper and crumpled it into a ball.

"Old man, what do you want to do?"

Su Chen cleaned up the table, put Beibei back in the bowl, and smiled at the old man.

Seeing this, Lao Liao quickly went to the hardware store to get a broom and dustpan, swept up the waste paper, and happily stood by.

The old man hesitated and asked in a low voice: "I want to calculate when my granddaughter will die."

Lao Liao's eyes widened and looked at the old man in disbelief.

This old guy... He can't curse his granddaughter to die early even if he favors sons over daughters?

What a cruel heart.

Su Chen's face was normal.

"We usually don't calculate the date of death."

"Unless you have a legitimate reason."

The old man laughed dryly, rubbing his old hands constantly, and spoke after a long time: "I, I'm sick, I won't live long."

Lao Liao felt guilty.

Then he frowned again: "You won't live long, so you can't expect your granddaughter to die early."

"People can't be so selfish."

"She's not old either, she still has a long time to live~"

"She..." The old man sighed, "She is stupid, she just knows how to be silly all day long, now she is 18 years old and beautiful, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that when I die, she will be... By then, living will be more painful than dying."

Old Liao was choked.

After hesitating for a while, he asked carefully: "Brother, then you don't have... other relatives?"

The old man smiled bitterly: "How can I trust others? Her cousin treated her..."

Old Liao didn't say anything.

He scratched his head, wanted to persuade, but didn't know how to persuade, so he had to look at Su Chen for help.

The old man continued, "I, I just want to calculate whether my granddaughter will die quickly. If she does, I'll just give her a pack of rat poison and we'll go together."

Old Liao asked hurriedly, "What if she dies slowly?"

"Master, please calculate whether life will be hard. If it is hard... I'll buy a pack of rat poison. If it is not hard, I can go with peace of mind."