As he was about to return to his residence, Zhou Shu's footsteps became more and more brisk.

At this time, he saw several monks in blue shirts gathered around his hut, seeming to be arguing about something, and there were also the cries of children, making it very noisy.

"Master Cultivator, please give me two more days of grace. I promise to hand over the spirit stone next month."

A middle-aged man held a child and begged.

The cultivator in blue had a stern look on his face, "Do you still need a grace period? You haven't paid your rent for three months. If everyone is like you, we can't do it anymore."

Another person said, "You mortals, you think about meeting immortals all day long, but it's not that easy to meet immortals, not to mention you don't have spiritual roots. I advise you to go back to farming as soon as possible and raise your son well. He will be with you."

It’s really painful to live here.”

"Master Cultivator, if you give me a few more days, I will find it soon. My son must have spiritual roots. It will be wasted if he does not cultivate immortality..."

The middle-aged man's voice became smaller and smaller.

Zhou Shu looked at the people and remained silent. This middle-aged man was called Meng Da and lived next door to him.

Meng Da firmly believed that his son had spiritual roots, so he brought his son to Qingxiafang City, hoping to have a chance at immortality. It was a coincidence that he found a second-level spiritual grass on the edge of the Qingyuan Mountains on the first day, and changed it.

A few spiritual stones and he settled down.

After that, Meng Da became more confident and wanted to collect enough spiritual stones to find a cultivator for his son to be his teacher, and even to join the sect.

But how can spiritual stones be so easy to obtain? It is not easy for a cultivator to earn money, let alone a mortal. For more than half a year, Meng Da searched everywhere by the Qingyuan Mountains every day. He almost lost his life several times, but he never stopped.

Nothing worth the spiritual stone was found.

Seeing his sincerity, the law enforcement cultivators kept him for a while longer, but now after three months, it was against the rules of the city if he refused to leave, so they had no choice but to force him to leave.

Meng Da looked at several cultivators and knelt down with a plop, "Master cultivator, give me another month, I will definitely be able to find it..."

Several cultivators looked at each other and shook their heads, "No."

Meng Da's complexion suddenly turned dark gray, as if he was dead. His seven or eight-year-old son held his hand and shook it for a long time, but there was no movement.

"Managers, this spiritual stone counts as his rent for this month."

Zhou Shu took out a low-grade spiritual stone and handed it to the cultivator in blue.

Meng Da was overjoyed and quickly bowed to Zhou Shu, "Thank you, Master Xiu Zhe, and thank you, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Shu stepped aside and did not accept the bow. He said calmly, "Immortal fate is not easy to come by. Think about it carefully."

The last spiritual stone was kept useless. Giving it away was considered a good relationship, and he wouldn't think much about anything else.

He walked back to the hut and sat on the futon. Everything in the outside world had nothing to do with it. He lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on the green smoke pen in his hand.

A trace of spiritual power is injected into the pen body and circulates.

At the same time, his brain seemed to be running at full capacity, running almost crazily.

All the information about Cuiyanbi was entered into his mind without any omission, and then he began a long period of calculation and deduction.

Four days passed quickly, and he finally opened his eyes, with a bright light shining in his eyes and full of confidence.

Zhou Shu spread out a piece of white paper in front of him.

Before drawing his first talisman, he had to draw a picture to test the talisman pen and get a feel for it.

Holding the green smoke pen, spiritual power emerged from the hand, instantly divided into one hundred and eight extremely fine streams of spiritual power, and accurately wrapped around the flexible smoke grass.

Each brush whisk, which is thinner than a hair, is stained with extremely tiny droplets of ink, without interfering with each other.

Insignificant brush strokes fall on the paper as gently as a river. One hundred and eight scratches go their own way, traveling like clouds and flowing water, as if they are alive, and soon merge into a bud.

Lotus flowers waiting to bloom.

Huacheng collects the pen, and the spiritual power is recovered at the same time. The green smoke pen is as clean as washing, without a trace of ink remaining, every minute is used on the paper.

Although it is just a painting and not a symbol, if other people see this scene, they will definitely scream!

This kind of precise and perfect spiritual power control can really be described as terrifying.

Even practitioners in the Foundation Building Realm or even the Pulse Condensing Realm cannot use their spiritual power to this extent.

But Zhou Shu, who was at the first level of the Qi Refining Realm, did it easily with a discarded talisman pen.

Looking at the lotus that was as agile as a living thing and seemed to bloom at any time, Zhou Shu nodded with satisfaction and stroked the pen in his hand, feeling quite excited.

The green smoke pen, a discarded talisman pen, was like the best magic weapon in his hand, like a finger and an arm, making the emperor follow his heart.

"With the previous foundation combined with calculation and deduction, coupled with the use of spiritual power and the green smoke pen, there should be no problem in drawing talismans."

Bang, bang——

Zhou Shu was about to draw a charm when he heard someone knocking on the door.

When he opened the door, he saw a seven or eight-year-old child standing at the door, with his hands behind his back, and he kept bending down to salute him.

Zhou Shu raised his hand and said, "Don't be too polite. What do you want?"

The visitor is Meng You, the son of Meng Da next door.

Meng You whispered, "Brother Zhou, I have to leave."

"Oh, are you going back?"

The expression on Meng You's face was a little strange, "No. My father met an immortal in the mountains two days ago. An immortal master said he would take me to the Sixi Sect to take the entry test."

Zhou Shu nodded slightly, never expecting that Meng Da would actually meet the fate of immortality, as if it was destined by God.

"Father asked me to thank you very much after I become an immortal, Brother Zhou." Meng You said seriously.

"Where is your father?"

Meng You's little face twitched slightly, and he couldn't tell whether it was sadness or any other emotion. "Father...he fell off the cliff while collecting spiritual grass, and was saved by the immortal master. He died of joy when he returned home."

"So that's it..."

Zhou Shu was stunned. Every gain and loss has its own destiny. No wonder Meng You has such a complicated expression. He has experienced huge changes at such a young age.

"Brother Zhou, this treasure is for you."

Meng You thought for a moment and took out the hand he had been holding behind his back. There was something dark in his small hand.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a sturdy black beetle, as big as a palm, with a shiny carapace, two horns on its head, and tiny eyes that moved back and forth, as if there was a flash of inspiration.

Zhou Shu wondered, "Is this?"

"I don't know what it is. I caught it last month when I was out playing. This is my most precious thing. Brother Zhou, you must accept it."

Meng You raised his little hand high and tried his best to push it into Zhou Shu, as if he wouldn't give up until he took it.

"Okay, I'll accept it."

Zhou Shu took it. It didn't seem to be anything valuable, but the child thought it was precious. There was no need to make the child sad.

"Thank you, Brother Zhou." Meng You showed an innocent smile, bowed and turned to leave.

Zhou Shu casually threw the beetle into the house. The beetle crawled on the ground several times, and finally ran to the futon and lay down peacefully, as if it was asleep.

Zhou Shu smiled and ignored it, continuing to work on his own.
Chapter completed!