The third grade of medicine, spirit and qi essence

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"Master, is it you drawing or me?" Zhang Jidong asked.

"Why didn't you ask if it was the master or you?" Luo Chengxuan asked angrily. Why did he teach such a stupid disciple? He was very annoyed, let's kill him.

"But, I can't draw!" Zhang Jidong grabbed the back of his head.

"If you can't draw, learn, Master will teach you." Luo Chengxuan grabbed the stroke and drew it, and then handed the wolf brush to Zhang Jidong.

Zhang Jidong widened his eyes and looked at the ghost painting talisman on it, and giggled: "Master, others say that my writing is a ghost painting talisman, but I didn't expect that Master also wrote this ghost painting talisman."

"Dong!"

Zhang Jidong's head was knocked heavily, and a chestnut immediately swollen.

"Master, your words are really ugly, just like mine." Zhang Jidong had such a solid attitude.

"Ji!"

The head was knocked again, and the force was even harder and more painful, and the sound made was different.

"You are writing ugly, Master is really drawing talismans! Can it be the same? Hurry up and follow the drawing, otherwise I will beat you to death!" Luo Chengxuan yelled angrily.

"If you have something, you can't say it well? I'm not deaf." Zhang Jidong muttered, and was glared at by Luo Chengxuan, and quickly shrank his neck, for fear that Luo Chengxuan would hit someone again.

Zhang Jidong held a pen but didn't know how to start the pen. That talisman was too complicated for Zhang Jidong, and it was more difficult than writing. Zhang Jidong couldn't even write a character, so how could he draw a talisman?

After holding the pen for a long time, Zhang Jidong didn't draw a single stroke.

"Why didn't you move for a long time?" Luo Chengxuan asked.

"Master, I don't know where to start." Zhang Jidong couldn't figure out whether this talisman was structured up and down, or left and right, and didn't know where the radicals were. How did people write this?

"Look at it!" Luo Chengxuan said fiercely, then took the wolf pen from Zhang Jidong, "Look carefully, I will draw it for you one by one. If I can't draw it later, I will beat you up."

When he heard that he was about to be beaten, Zhang Jidong immediately became nervous and his whole body was shaking. He didn't notice how his master put on the pen.

When Luo Chengxuan handed the talisman pen to Zhang Jidong, Zhang Jidong was sweating profusely and could not draw a single stroke for a long time.

"Draw! After teaching you for so long, you won't even learn a stroke, right?" Luo Chengxuan was about to cry. He taught such an apprentice that his master would be 100 years old. Fortunately, he was dead. I don't know if the coffin lid was covered tightly, so don't let the coffin lid be overturned.

Luo Chengxuan taught him several times. The more Zhang Jidong was scolded, the more nervous he became. In the end, his whole body was trembling. How could he learn it?

"Forget it, let's get here today. You go back first. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Luo Chengxuan finally couldn't hold on. Even a ghost could not bear it.

Zhang Jidong returned home exhausted, and Zhang Jiling glared at Zhang Jidong.

"Where have you gone? Tell you not to go outside at night, you just don't listen. If you are bitten by a snake, you will be poisoned to death."

Zhang Ji was so insane, but he was very concerned about his younger brother.

"I'll go... I won't tell you." Zhang Jidong rushed to the bed and fell asleep.

"Oh, I dare to talk back to my sister!" When Zhang Jiling walked over to grab Zhang Jidong's ear, she found that his younger brother was asleep. Zhang Jiling knew that his younger brother could not pretend, so he fell asleep when he fell asleep. He looked like a little adult, took off his younger brother's shoes and clothes, and then covered his cup.

My younger brother's clothes were covered with a lot of ink, which was dirty. Zhang Jiling took the clothes and went outside, pressed some water out of the water pressing well, soaked the clothes, wiped some soap, and then scrubbed them hard.

"Jiling, your brother's clothes are dirty again? Put them there and grandma will come to wash them later." Xiao Daidi said kindly when she saw her granddaughter washing clothes.

"It's okay, I can wash it clean. My brother doesn't know where to go today, his clothes are dirty."

"Your brother is in a bad mind. You have to take care of him at school and don't let him cause trouble."

"Um."

"You will also take care of your younger brother when you grow up. Grandpa and grandma will grow old sooner or later. I am afraid that you will not be able to control your siblings in the future. Your father's slut is unreliable."

When talking about father, Zhang Jiling's eyes were filled with tears.

Grandma knew that her granddaughter couldn't listen to others' bad words about her parents, so she sighed and didn't say anything more.

The ink that my younger brother's clothes was difficult to wash. Zhang Jiling rubbed it for a long time before washing the ink. After drying the clothes, Zhang Jiling also yawned and climbed onto the bed to sleep. The TV in other people's houses was loud, and the beautiful music on the TV could be heard from afar.

Zhang Jidong fell asleep as soon as he lay down. In the dream, he was still learning to draw talismans. At night, the master taught him many times, but Zhang Jidong couldn't understand it, but in the dream, the strokes seemed to slowly grow like a life growing, and finally grew into a talisman. This talisman is so spiritual, and he plays with Zhang Jidong like an elf. Zhang Jidong knows clearly that there are hands, legs, and heads on the elf.

Zhang Jidong played with the elf all night and was woken up by his master in the morning.

"You can't get up, the sun is almost coming out. Last night, a scapegoat talisman hasn't been drawn yet. Aren't you afraid of being beaten?" Luo Chengxuan said.

Zhang Jidong thought that Zhou Qingyong would definitely settle the score with him when he went to school today. If he didn't draw the scapegoat talisman well, he would be in trouble today.

"Do you still learn?" Luo Chengxuan asked when he saw that Zhang Jidong didn't speak.

"Study." Zhang Jidong said.

"Come on, I'll teach you again. If you can't learn it again, I'm too lazy to teach you." Luo Chengxuan said.

Luo Chengxuan drew it: "Do you understand?"

Zhang Jidong grabbed his head: "It seems like I understand a little."

"Then you draw it yourself now." Luo Chengxuan said.

Zhang Jidong took the wolf hair pen. This time, the wolf hair pen felt different in Zhang Jidong's hands. Zhang Jidong felt that the wolf hair pen was the same as his own hands. Zhang Jidong felt that the wolf hair pen was cheering and singing.

"Don't you understand it yet? Alas! Why am I..." Luo Chengxuan was halfway through his words, and then he looked at Zhang Jidong in shock and drew the scapegoat talisman like flowing water. If he had just drawn it, Luo Chengxuan would not be surprised. The problem is that the talisman drawn by Zhang Jidong was actually more spiritual than the talisman he drew!

It’s impossible to reason! Who would have thought that the stupid apprentice would draw talismans better than the master for the first time?

"You, you, when did you learn it?" Luo Chengxuan asked.

"I didn't learn it! Last night, it played with me for one night!" Zhang Jidong said.
Chapter completed!