With a bent finger, the talisman ignited silently.

The three dead souls and their bodies were swallowed by fire in a blink of an eye and turned into ashes.

The sky was as white as fish belly, and the sleeves were dusted off. Bi Fang turned to the direction of Xiayi tea shop with disdain.

"Inscription Master...hey!hey!"

The figure flashed and disappeared, and the dilapidated land temple was left with only the ashes in the house churned.

I don’t know what the old man promised, but the shopkeeper actually asked Wu Ming to sleep in a slack state. He moved chairs and tables upstairs and downstairs, and worked alone all morning.

I took off the door leaf and saw the man in black blocking straight in front of the door.

The old shopkeeper twitched his lips and opened his body silently. Bi Fang closed his sleeves and stepped in: "Shopkeeper, come and have a pot of tea."

When the old shopkeeper was carrying a delicate long-mouthed pot to make tea for Bi Fang, the storyteller, wearing a dressed in a black towel, was slowly walking down the stairs.

"Bi Fang is polite to the head of Qian." The man in black raised his glass from a distance.

"Qian Mozi of Fantianmen met the envoy." After returning the gift, the storyteller walked to the opposite side of Bi Fang and sat down.

"The head of Guizhou, the matter of Zhucheng Lane..."

"It was indeed me." He picked up the fragrant tea covered with smoke and Qian Mo took a sip of comfort.

"Okay." Bi Fang nodded and was about to get up when Qian Mo said again: "You can't catch that boy."

Bi Fang's face turned cold, "The head of Qian, they have nothing to do with the Fantian Sect, and the young man Wu who was in charge of the crime had never been involved with your sect." The pig butcher who was slapped to death by the thug was a regular visitor in the teahouse and recognized the young man.

Qian Mo flicked his sleeves: "Before yesterday, I had nothing to do with him, but I just got half a step late. I just brought him under my sect last night."

A trace of disdain flashed across Bi Fang's mouth, "Even if you enter the Fantian Gate, will you not have to pay your life to kill someone?"

Qian Mo raised his eyebrows, "If there is a difference in people, then follow our rules."

A layer of anger suddenly appeared on Bi Fang's cold face, "The little Fantianmen dares to show off in front of me! Well, today I will let you understand that the talisman is authentic!"

Before he finished speaking, a line of fire went straight to Qian Mo's face.

The first inscription master in the universe slapped his sleeves and ran into him head-on.

Huh! The fire burned when it was stained, and in a blink of an eye the thread sleeves were burned, revealing half of the black arms. The ancient inscription seemed to suddenly rise from the arm burned by the fire, shooting out a thousand feet of blood!

The bones exploded, and the inscriptionist's arm instantly swelled several times. The inspector who was about to take out the second talisman was caught with Qu Finger!

A beast roared out of thin air, and the light claws broke through the air and tore the talismans, and it crashed into Bi Fang's chest!

puff--

Time and space suddenly expanded, Bi Fang's fists were crossed in front of his chest and was knocked away. "Qilin splitting the sky..." accompanied by the hideous residual appearance of the constable, a burst of passion shot from the square table to the street entrance.

In just one encounter, the legendary Brahma inspector squirted blood from the tea shop, and he didn't know where the corpse was!

"Fuck! I haven't even practiced my natal talismans, and I still dare to appear in front of me!" Qian Mo's facial features were distorted. Why did he seem to be hurt more than Bi Fang?

"Wow……"

Wu Ming's exclamation sounded behind him, Qian Mo slapped his forehead with a palm, dispersing his facial features, quickly covering his constantly twitching arms, and rushing to the young man who was beside him grinning.

"Wow, Master, why do you laugh so uglier than crying?"

"Is it? This is called compassion for the heavens and the others, and just alas for the guy who was squirting blood just now." He clenched and said this sentence, and couldn't help but burst out tears.

"Wow! Master, you are really upright, like a dead father, you are really compassionate!" The boy's eyes rolled straight, and he glanced at Qian Mo's arm hiding behind him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Ahem! Disciple, go and see if that guy is dead. Although it is just a small third-rank patrol, don't make a bond with Brahma. It is important to know that safety is the best in the world..."

Wu Ming followed the dazzling bloodstains and searched for the streets. Through three broken walls and four canals, he found the end of the bloodstains in a deserted house.

In addition to the cracked tiles and broken wood, there was also a large pool of blood and there was no corpse.

The boy couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and was about to leave, but he found a good silver badge in the corner. The simple small seal on the silver emblem of "Brahmatianjian" marked the extraordinary identity of the owner.

I always feel that it is a thrust thing and should have been thrown away, but the boy thought about it and put it in his arms. Anyway, it is the advantage I picked up, and it is not a waste of money.

"Master, I haven't seen a living person." The boy lifted the curtain and bent over and came in.

"Dead?" Qian Mo was stunned.

"I haven't seen anyone." The boy splashed off the remaining tea and added a full cup of himself.

"Wu——" the first inscription master in the U-nai breathed a sigh of relief, "This is the best."

Wu Ming rolled his eyes and said with a little disdain: "Master, you look pretty handsome when you take action. Why are you afraid of becoming like this bird after hitting someone?"

Qian Mo was not annoyed, but still smiled and said, "Disciple, remember to stop when you walk in the world. As the saying goes, keep three parts of your face. Let's meet again in the future..."

Wu Ming shrugged and asked again: "Master, what does that person just said 'authentic talisman', what does it mean?"

Qian Mo knew that he could not hide the shrewd young man in front of him, so he immediately put down the pottery bowl, "The inscriptions and talismans are the same sect and are from the same lineage. The talisman master and the inscription master came out of the same sect, and in ancient times they also fought side by side with the prehistoric monsters. However, people in the world only know talismans, but they don't hear the inscriptions because... it!"

Bang! As he said that, Qian Mo threw a stack of yellow paper on the table.

"Paper?" Wu Ming was still confused.

"Yes!" Qian Mo's facial features, who had just returned to his position, began to gather at the central government again, sighed in a complicated mood: "Paper!"

Perhaps the inscription masters of the Fantianmen in the past dynasties would ask this question, so Qian Mo explained tirelessly: "Disciple, do you know where the inscriptions and talismans were engraved at the beginning of heaven and earth?"

"Oracle bones?" Wu Ming showed his inspiration.

"Yes, later, Suiren was drilling wood to make fire, and Dongtu began to develop smelting techniques. The inscriptions were gradually cast on the bronze tripod, and the talismans were carved on the magic skin."

"I understand." Wu Ming suddenly realized, "Although the talisman and inscription were separated at that time, the gap was probably not big. Perhaps the status of the inscription master was higher than that of the talisman master at that time. Otherwise, the inscription would not have been engraved on the national heavy weapons such as the Bronze Cauldron, and the magic skin required to draw the talisman is probably difficult to get..."

The more Wu Ming thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and he couldn't help but burst into tears: "I never thought that some foolish slap of the clan made paper! When we were foolishly carrying the cauldron, we took out a stack of paper from our arms! Needless to say, we were tragic..."

Wu Ming covered his chest that was painful, pointed to the tip of the old man's nose and cursed intermittently: "I said, why is it that there is only you, the inscription master in the world...Oh!"

Thinking of the talisman paper sprinkled all over the sky and the destined tragic future, Wu Ming screamed and threw himself on the table.
Chapter completed!