After practicing the ruthless way, the little sister is too strong

After returning to the courtyard, Qi Huai went back to Nanyuan where he lived, while Xia Ling went to the library.

It is said that this was specially built by Yu Qianyang for her five senior brothers.

The ancient fragments of secret manuals therein are no less valuable than the library in the front yard of the sect headquarters, and there are even some secret manuals on martial arts that can only be learned by direct disciples.

Xia Ling originally wanted to look for a suitable sword-cultivation technique, but just as he reached the door, a huge explosion sounded into his ears.

It almost deafened her.

The surroundings were filled with dust and smoke, and the vision was a little blurry.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Xia Ling was choked and couldn't stop coughing. He raised his hand and used his spiritual power to send out a gust of breeze, and then the scene in front of him became clear.

After a few breaths.

When he saw the ruined library in front of him, and his second brother Si Mufeng standing in the middle holding a talisman with an irritated look on his face...

Xia Ling was silent for a moment, and finally decided to give up his efforts for the time being, turned around and walked back silently.

Well, it’s not a good day to study today. Proper rest is for a better tomorrow.

Goodbye, today.

But before Xia Ling took a few steps, a pair of slender, white hands pressed on his shoulders.

Then, a leisurely but dangerous voice sounded: "Where do you want to go, little sister? Since you are here, how about drawing talismans with me?"

There's no way to avoid it.

Xia Ling sighed inwardly, forced a smile and turned around.

She opened her big innocent eyes and looked at the man in front of her sincerely, with a look of regret on her face, "Oh, what a coincidence, Second Brother. Actually, I have decided to switch to sword training. I am currently looking for a suitable sword technique to practice. I will definitely practice with you next time if I have the chance~"

Si Mufeng was still wearing a striking red gown today.

The long ink-black hair was not tied up with a feather crown, but half-tied in the middle with a silk ribbon, hanging casually on the side of the shoulder.

Perhaps because he is no longer a swordsman, what he carries with him now is not a sword, but an exquisite broken jade fan.

Xia Ling was always a little wary of this second senior brother who looked suave and seemed warm and easy-going.

In her opinion, the second senior brother is much more difficult to understand than the third senior brother. To put it bluntly, he is a cunning smiling fox.

Although she didn't dislike him, she got goose bumps when she thought about how miserable Lin Xingfan looked after returning from his place these days.

Such a handsome guy, there are so many things he can do, but he is obsessed with poison techniques and enjoys practicing and making poisons.

With her small body, she should just avoid it if possible.

"So that's why Junior Sister came here~" Simu Feng blinked his eyes and said innocently, "Well... it's a pity that this library has been blown up by me, so Junior Sister can no longer choose a technique from it."

Xia Ling smiled friendly: "It's okay, I went to the library in the front mountain of the sect and it was the same."

According to the original description, her second senior brother is the only son of the head of the Si family, a sword-cultivating family and one of the four major families in the cultivation world.

Innate spirit body, top-grade mutated thunder spirit root.

He started practicing at the age of three and formed a golden elixir at the age of sixteen. He can be said to be a rare genius swordsman in a million years.

Unfortunately, when he was 17 years old, he was targeted by the Si family's enemies while he was training outside. He was seriously injured and his wrists were cut off directly...

Although he was rescued and his wrist was reattached, it could not be restored to its original state.

Since then, Simu Feng's wrist has been useless. Not only can he not bear weight for a long time, he can no longer lift a sword.

This is equivalent to all the sword skills he has practiced for many years turning into nothingness overnight.

To him, this was no different from death, so he simply stopped working hard and lived a decadent and miserable life.

In the end, he was killed by a sword pierced through the heart by his enemy while trying to block the knife for his father.

If I remember correctly, Si Mufeng should be only nineteen years old now.

"Why bother?" Si Mufeng continued to smile, and his whole body was as dazzling as a blooming spring flower. "How about this, if you are willing to practice the art of talismans with me today, I will teach you my family's unique skills, how about that?"

Xia Ling: “Or…” Forget it.

Simu Feng: "An ancient sword secret book, a unique copy, specially designed to overcome the sound and talisman cultivation."

Now that things have come to this, can Xia Ling refuse?

Of course not!

The voice changed, "Let's just listen to Second Brother~"

Her second senior brother not only draws very unstable talismans.

From time to time, they would secretly poison people for experiments and fun.

Apart from his cunning and changeable personality...there's nothing wrong with him. We can still get along with each other if we force ourselves!

Seeing that she agreed, Si Mufeng was very satisfied.

He got straight to the point and took out the cinnabar paper and wolf-hair brush used for drawing talismans from his storage ring and handed them to Xia Ling.

Xia Ling took it obediently.

In fact, she was somewhat curious about the art of talismans, but the original owner was a sound cultivator and there was no relevant information in her memory.

In addition, she herself had been unable to move freely these days, so she had not learned the specific steps and methods of drawing talismans.

"Come here." Si Mufeng walked to the only small clean table in the center of the ruins and sat down.

Xia Ling obediently walked over to him and sat down, placing everything in her hands neatly on the table. She asked:

"Second Brother, what preparations do I need to make to draw the talisman?"

"What preparations are needed?" Simu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, took out a book with various talismans, and then turned a page. "Can't we just draw it directly?"

Draw directly?

Is it that simple?

Xia Ling glanced at the ruined library around him and confirmed it again just in case, "Second Brother, are you sure you can just draw it? I've never drawn a talisman before?"

Seeing her obvious distrust, Simu Feng reassured her, "Why worry so much? You may not succeed in one try."

If his master hadn't kept urging him, he wouldn't have bothered to practice these boring talisman techniques.

The purpose of bringing this little guy along is to kill time. At least he is not the only one who is bored now, right?

But what is the conventional method of drawing talismans?

What are the precautions?

forget.

Simu Feng thought about it but couldn't remember anything, so he gave up without caring much. "It will be dark if I hesitate any longer. I will know if it works only if I try first."

Xia Ling was very curious and was a little tempted at the moment, "Then Second Senior Brother, please demonstrate it first, I'll take a look."

Although he was only a half-baked talisman practitioner, he was still better than a newbie like her.

After watching the actual operation, she should understand it better.

"Okay." Simu Feng didn't care much. He just picked up the pen and started drawing complicated and mysterious runes on the spirit paper.

Xia Ling could clearly feel that some of his spiritual power was lost because of drawing talismans.

Soon, the golden-red lines spread to the entire piece of spiritual paper.

He drew a talisman that was 70% similar to the one in the book.

However, Si Mufeng’s painting was not so neat, and some parts were crooked, especially the last few strokes.

Generally speaking, it is considered a success if it does not spontaneously combust or turns directly into slag.

"Have you learned it?" Si Mufeng asked.

Xia Ling nodded, "Probably."

"Then give it a try." Si Mufeng threw the drawn talisman aside, then handed the pen in his hand to Xia Ling.

He followed the few introductory instructions he remembered and repeated: "Concentrate your mind, pour your spiritual energy into the pen, and just draw the rough lines. If you feel it's difficult, stop."

"Okay." Seeing that everything went smoothly for him throughout, Xia Ling didn't think it was difficult.

She had a photographic memory. She memorized the talisman just by taking a glance at it in the book. It was not the case that she would forget it halfway through drawing.

After taking the pen, Xia Ling concentrated and focused his attention as he said.

After calming down, he directly poured spiritual energy into the pen in his hand, and carefully copied the runes as closely as possible to the ones in the book.

Nothing went smoothly at the beginning, but in the last few strokes, the spiritual energy in her body seemed to be sucked out, and it was consumed greatly.

Xia Ling didn't know if this was normal, so he sped up and tried his best to finish the painting.

After a moment, golden and red lines appeared on the spiritual paper, and the talisman was completed.

Si Mufeng picked up the talisman she drew and took a look at it. "It seems that Junior Sister is quite talented. She succeeded in one try."

Xia Ling was a little surprised, and the next second, a light of excitement appeared in his eyes.

Could it be that....she is the legendary genius! ?

Xia Ling asked excitedly: "How many times did it take Second Senior Brother to succeed when he first started learning?"

Simu Feng said calmly: "Twice."

Xia Ling's face was expressionless for a moment: ...

There didn't seem to be any difference between once and twice, and I heard from Lin Xingfan that Simu Feng had no interest in the art of talismans and didn't take it seriously.

After all, he had to transform from a talented swordsman to a half-baked talisman practitioner when he was forced to do so.

...Well, it seems that what she is doing is basic.

Although it hurts, I have to accept the fact that the title of genius will turn into a meteor and fall in an instant.