Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 1149: Beggar

The Tower of Talisman is not only a sacred place that Talisman masters dream of, but also a transcendent force known for the immortal world.

It is located in the mountains and forests, with beautiful scenery, like a fairyland.

In front of the rune tower, there is an extremely prosperous city, especially after the influx of rune masters from the other six domains, the city has become very lively.

At this moment, Ling Xian was walking on the lively long street, enjoying the local customs of the Chihong Region.

Since he left Sansheng, he didn't rush to the Chihongyu directly, but first went to the Divine King's Palace in the Northern Mingyu, intending to see Luo Xinjie.

As a result, he got bad news.

Luo Xinjie entered the gate of ascension, and after that, he was dead or alive, missing.

This news made Ling Xian feel sad, but he knew very well how strong the power in the gate of ascension was. Even the strength of King Luo couldn't hold it.

But at the same time, he was also a little bit confused.

In his impression, Luo Xinjie has always been unpredictable, not only superior in strength, but also very shrewd. How could such a person not discover the anomaly of the Ascension Gate?

King Huayou was so eloquent, and Ling Xian had to believe it.

He was sad about this, but he was helpless. After that, he left the Northern Underworld and came to the Red Hongyu.

At this time, there are only three days left before the contest begins.

"It's worthy of being a city created by the Talisman Tower. As expected, there are full of Talismans everywhere."

Ling Xian sighed sincerely as he looked at the busy long street crowded with people.

What you see in the eye is closely related to Fu Dao. People talk about Fu Dao, and Fu Lu is also sold on both sides of the street. It seems that apart from the symbol, there is nothing worth paying attention to.

This made Lingxian sigh that the influence of Futa was indeed huge, and it turned Fudao into a kind of culture, forming a deep-rooted thinking.

"No wonder it is said that the Talisman Tower represents the Talisman Dao of the immortal realm. There is no one in the world. Seeing it today, it really deserves its reputation."

Ling Xian sighed with emotion and walked forward aimlessly.

Two hours later, he didn't want to go shopping anymore. He planned to go to the Tower of Talisman to show his identity as a judge.

After all, he came for Li Wuwei, and if he came directly, it would inevitably be a little wrong.

Therefore, Lingxian intends to say hello first, so as not to cause trouble at that time.

At this moment, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy. He was ragged and unkempt, looking like a beggar.

However, there is a blank spiritual paper in front of him, a spiritual pen in his hand, and he is paying full attention to drawing the talisman.

The focus of attention attracted Ling Xian's attention.

He was pale and sweaty on his forehead, but Qier still gritted his teeth and refused to give up. That stubborn persistence made Ling Xian resonate, and he remembered who he was once.

In the past years, he was so stubborn and so downhearted.

"Three thousand prosperous Hongchen, three thousand pitiful." Ling Xian sighed, and walked to the beggar's body, the starry eyes could not help but brighten.

Based on his current master's attainments, it is natural to see that the beggar is only a talisman apprentice, and it can also be seen that what he wants to draw is the most basic blank magic talisman.

Generally speaking, this kind of charm requires three runes, and there are already two runes on this spiritual paper, only the last one.

This is quite a difficult task for an apprentice of Talisman Dao.

"It seems that this child is a bit talented."

Ling Xian secretly said, and smiled gently: "But when you encounter a problem, you can't write it?"

The sudden sound that frightened Qier, perhaps because of his experience over the years, made him cautious. Therefore, he stepped back subconsciously, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

However, before retreating, he tightly grasped the spirit paper and hid it behind him.

"Are you afraid of me grabbing it?"

Attention to this detail, Ling Xian smiled gently and said: "Don't be afraid, I am not a bad person, you can relax as much as possible."

Hearing this, the beggar did not speak, still looking at him with that kind of wary and fearful eyes.

Seeing this, Ling Xian was neither angry nor annoyed. He understood the difficulties of the low-level monks and understood their thoughts.

Living in this chaotic world, the monks at the bottom are cautious and struggling to survive, always worrying about whether they can see the sun the next day.

Especially for the precarious beggars, this worry has been amplified to the extreme.

Therefore, Ling Xian still looked at the beggar gently, and smiled lightly: "Take out the spirit paper, I will teach you how to make the third pen."

"Really?"

The beggar's eyes lit up, shining with hope, but the vigilance still did not fade.

"Naturally it is true." Ling Xian's mouth smiled, and then dropped a fist to the ground, instantly cracking the bluestone slab.

This action frightened the beggar, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"You see, with my strength, you can easily **** your spiritual paper, but I won't **** it."

Ling Xian smiled gently and said: "So you don't have to worry about it."

Hearing this, the beggar let out a long sigh of relief, but relaxed.

He saw the strength of Ling Xian, and naturally knew that he had no resistance, but Ling Xian did not disadvantage him, so he naturally relaxed.

After that, he handed the spirit paper to Ling Xian, his eyes gleaming with hope.

"Yes, you are eager to learn." Ling Xian smiled faintly, and then drew a few strokes in midair with his fingers and pen.

Suddenly, the third rune appeared on the paper, and this spiritual paper also became a basic rune.

This scene made the beggar's eyes almost stare out, full of weirdness.

He was troubled by the third rune for a long time, but Ling Xian only took a breath to draw it. How could he not be shocked?

"Did you see clearly?"

Ling Xian smiled gently. Seeing that this beggar was very similar to himself back then, he moved compassionately and planned to give him some pointers.

"Ah, no...I didn't see it clearly."

The beggar came back to his senses, her little face full of embarrassment. He was just patronizing and shocked, Ling Xian's movements were too fast, and he couldn't see clearly.

This made him regret, thinking that he would never have a chance again. Because in his eyes, Ling Xian was an unattainable big figure, and being able to point him once was already pitiful, so how could he point him a second time?

But the next moment~IndoMTL.com~ he was stunned.

"Didn't you see clearly, then do it again, this time, you have to be serious." Ling Xian smiled softly and waved his hand to erase the third rune.

This makes the beggar sluggish again, and only feels like he is dreaming, otherwise, how can he meet such a good noble person?

He knows exactly what those big people are like. Most people have their nostrils upright. However, Ling Xian treated him so kindly, which surprised him and was also moved.

"Okay, look at it carefully." Ling Xian smiled and drew it again.

This time, the beggar saw clearly and understood. Right now, he drew this rune according to the gourd painting.

"Yes, a little talent." Ling Xian smiled satisfied and rubbed the little head of the beggar.

At this moment, a plain word suddenly came from the alley.

"It's really good. Be my apprentice."