() Another paragraph from the explanation of the talisman that appeared just now is: "Because the way of talisman is easy to learn and difficult to master, and it applies to many things, it delays the cultivation, and the gain is not worth the loss.

There are three difficulties in learning talismans:

One requires the writing of the talisman totem, which is passed down from generation to generation and is not easy to obtain.

Secondly, the medium for talismans is rare, such as paper, silk, bamboo slips, and leather. All of them must be refined to be qualified. The best among them are human skin, monk skin, and immortal skin.

Thirdly, the recording method is difficult, and if there is a slight deviation, it will mislead others and yourself.

The pen talisman, the thorn talisman, the blood talisman, and the heart talisman. Except for the pen talisman and the thorn talisman, it is difficult for even a great talisman master to achieve success in these four."

There are thousands of words that follow, all of which are comments on the art of talismans. How to practice it, how to prepare the talisman writing liquid, how to make talisman pens, etc., but not a word is mentioned.

Song Lian estimated that it was probably something Xiao Daohong gave to his descendants when he was alive, to warn his descendants not to practice Talismanism.

Since neither Dream Thief Tianzun nor Great Monk Xiao Daohong liked it, it made sense to think about it, so Song Lian was itchy and gave up on learning talismans.

In fact, according to Song Lian's views in his previous life, this talisman is a good thing to promote productivity. Taoism is used by the people, and the talisman is the first. Master Xing's improvement is undoubtedly a revolutionary initiative.

Seeing her brother happy, Ke Ling jumped for joy. With a flick of her eye, more than a dozen silk books collected from the Xiao Mansion were piled up in front of Song Lian's eyes.

When searching the Xiao Mansion, Song Lian collected everything as soon as he saw it. These dozen or so silk books were all collected from different places. After looking through them for a while, he felt that they were of little value. Most of them were instructions and the like, and occasionally mentioned cultivation.

, but Song Lian didn't quite understand it. He thought it was a quotation from his ancestor Xiao Daohong, which his descendants regarded as a holy scripture.

Only one of them has the words "Heart. To my great-grandson Xiao Min" written on it.

It started with a bunch of words of encouragement, telling this double grandson not to be discouraged if he couldn't practice Taoism, and then he said that he would meditate for seven days and sum up the art of mental taboo, hoping that his great-grandson would understand it well.

This is followed by a general explanation of the prohibitions.

Saying: Forbidden means skill, control means unbalanced. Forbidden is derived from Dunjia and is higher than Dunjia. All things in the world are reasonable. Those who are reasonable will prosper, and those who are unreasonable will be weak. They are prosperous according to the reason, but they go against it.

To weaken it is to prohibit it...

Xiao Daohong is a forbidden genius that has never been seen in thousands of years. It is also very rare to sort out, summarize and create a heart forbidden technique for this beloved great-grandson. Unfortunately, all of them were exterminated by the pot spirit.

Song Lian was overjoyed when he finally saw a decent classic. Just as he was preparing to read and practice with his heart, Master Xing came back, holding a heavy package in his hand, revealing a length of bamboo.

"I saved two bundles, so I gave one to my brother for study. This item is purely consumable and must be replaced from time to time, so I always keep it."

Song Lian took it, took off the package, and saw the enameled wire in this world, wrapped around a bamboo. He pulled out one and took a closer look. Sure enough, it was shoddy. Not to mention the uneven thickness of the copper wires, some even bulged in the middle, conveying the spirit.

It must have frequent malfunctions when working hard, no wonder Mr. Xing needs to replace it from time to time.

However, Song Lian is concerned about the paint. The copper wire is not a big problem. If necessary, it can be made into uniform sizes. At the worst, it can be used as a fan to squeeze.

The enameled wires that he knew about in his previous life were all polymers. In this life, Song Lian did not believe in the existence of polymer composites. No matter how powerful the alchemist was, he might not be able to create plastic. The wire paint here seems to be natural.

product, so Song Lian paid special attention to Master Xing’s Duanling wood glue paint formula. After careful inspection, he found that it was completely natural.

Knowing it well, Song Lian put away the enameled wire and bowed to Master Xing: "I can't thank you enough. I'm afraid this bundle of copper wire has cost you a lot of time and effort. I didn't want to repay you, so I solved the water seepage problem for you."

"Hehehe, please, little brother." Master Xing had been waiting for this moment.

The two came to another cabin, which was the master's studio. There was a square table made of wood, many drawings, many calculations, and many tools. Song Lian even saw a wooden ball with a square shape and a

The five-pointed star is a prop that Master Xing usually studies.

Song Lian sat down leisurely.

The reason for adding water was that the seal between the crystal ball and the bilge was not good. No matter how Mr. Xing tried to plug the leak, he could not solve it. This involves issues of buoyancy and pressure.

The power of sailing against the current comes from the retrograde talisman. The retrograde talisman needs to pass through the crystal ball to work. Therefore, one-third of the crystal ball must be placed in the water. In this way, due to buoyancy, the crystal ball will inevitably vibrate when encountering the impact of the water flow, and water seepage is inevitable.

If a monk is there, he can easily apply pressure to hold down the crystal ball and it will not loosen. However, Master Xing is not a monk and cannot apply heavy objects because the surface of the crystal ball needs to be affixed with a retrograde charm.

The solution Song Lian came up with is very simple. Use the cross section of a sphere to make a conical barrel to block. The greater the buoyancy, the tighter the squeeze, and the better the seal.

That is, the diameter of the mouth of the conical barrel is smaller than the diameter of the crystal ball, so it naturally covers the sphere and also blocks the sphere.

The difficult part is the fixation of the wooden conical barrel to the cabin floor, which not only needs to be secure, but also needs to be sealed.

This is easy for him. The screwdriver is for screws. After he draws the drawing, he draws the screws.

Mr. Xing immediately said: "These are nails, and they can become loose. I have also used hoof-shaped nails to connect objects, but they are not ideal and cannot fit together perfectly."

Song Lian smiled and said: "This is a screw. It is completely different from other nails. If you don't believe it, you can test it on site."

Of course Master Xing didn't believe it, so Song Lian used a set knife to make two small screws on the spot, which were very rough and could be used. Master Xing brought two straight nails and some wood, and Song Lian asked Master to connect the two pieces of wood vertically and nail them with a hammer.

nails, while the other group used screws.

The master picked up the hammer and wanted to knock the screws into the wood, but Song Lian immediately stopped him.

Screws can only be screwed with a screwdriver, but two screwdrivers have just been born in this world of immortality, where there are screwdrivers.

After thinking about it, Song Lian inspired to gamble on the magic weapon.

Master Xing was shocked, what is this?

And you said you're not a monk?

But no matter how you look at it, it’s all gambling on the magic weapon.

"Brother, are you a gambling ring magic weapon? How can you show it casually? It's incredible that you can still leave the gambling ring."

Song Lian could only chuckle and use a screwdriver to screw the screws into the wood twice.

Then, experiment with hanging heavy objects.

Mr. Xing was stunned for a moment and stood there for a long time. Suddenly he shouted: "God's nail! Hahaha... It's all too obvious."

Song Lian was speechless. A wheelchair is called a divine chair, and a screw is called a divine nail. Probably people in this world like to call them that.

It was night, Master Xing forced Song Lian to drink.

At this time, the Shahe River is a different scene. The sky is stained with ink, the mountains on both sides are like giant apes, the night sky is overhead, the stars are carried on the shoulders, the river breeze is refreshing, and in the distance, occasionally, a fish leaps with a splash and turns out its white belly,

Breaking the silence of the river night.

The master drank happily, took out a bamboo tube, made it three feet long, and began to sing to the beat.

Song Lian is not afraid of anyone when he drinks, but he is afraid of Master's songs. It seems to be the babbling tone of the Warring States Period like Xiaori, and with the word "xi" mixed in from time to time, it is really not flattering.

The general idea of ​​Master's lyrics, but I can still identify a few of them, is nothing more than missing my hometown, but at the moment, I'm floating around, lamenting the vastness of the world and the insignificance of human beings.

After listening to it for a moment, Song Lian thought: It's worse than my father's erhu, and it's worse than Cantonese opera, Kun opera or Qin opera.

But the master seemed to be addicted to it. For a while, he changed to a bold one and slapped the bamboo tube hard, making a clicking and clicking sound. Hearing this, Song Lian got angry and stood up and said: "Master sang loudly, and the boy also came to join in, so he listened to the boy's imitation

How about singing from overseas?"

Unexpectedly, the Master was overjoyed and repeatedly said hello.

Song Lian thought about it and chose a Cantonese song that his father liked, and changed it to the Erhu song "The Love of the Earth". When his father was young, Cantonese music was once popular in mainland China, so he got tired of listening to it since he was a child, and he sang it over and over again.

The song "The Gratitude of the Earth" can actually echo the Master at this time.

This time, Master Jiang was dumbfounded.

Song Lian felt a little proud and asked, "Who can't make noise?"

Mr. Xing couldn't understand a word, he looked at the wine in his hand, looked at Song Lian, and finally couldn't help it: "Brother, this song is full of emotion, but it is mixed with helplessness, but I am not very talented and have not understood it.

How about I explain the meaning of the words to you?"

As a last resort, Song Lian had no choice but to translate.

but……

When Song Lian read the lyrics:

The river bends again and again, speaking coldly of sorrows

When I said goodbye to my hometown, my clothes were wet with tears

Humans are like millions of ants in heaven and earth

I am alone, smiling bitterly and leaving the group, feeling depressed and angry.

If there is a light boat to force the crossing, I will definitely return again one day.

When the water rises and the water recedes, it will inevitably rise and fall several times.

The earth leans against the river and the sound of water whispers and changes

In the dream, the ground is vaguely green

But my temples are already stained

Master Xing suddenly threw his head up and fell down without making a sound. With a crash, he and his chair fell on the deck. Master Xing's son heard the sound of the wine glass breaking and hurriedly rushed to grab him. Master Xing was already unconscious.

Now even Song Lian was panicking. He looked under the light and found out that the master's mouth was crooked and he might have suffered a stroke.

Master Xing's son rushed up to him and said, "Dad, what's wrong with you? Dad, wake up." He went to shake Master Xing.

When Song Lian saw it, he hurriedly stopped him: "Don't move, you can't move. The old master may have had a small stroke. He may have suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. Do not move or shake him. You must help the master up and sit firmly. Don't fall down again. Wait."

I wonder if there is a first aid method."

He hurriedly reached for his pulse and checked his eyes... He was finally diagnosed with a stroke and cerebral hemorrhage. If treated in time, he could be saved. After thinking about it, he asked Mrs. Xing's son to go to his wife to get embroidery needles and prepare for bloodletting treatment. After waiting for others to leave,

Then he ordered the pot spirit to get bamboo needles from the fragments, otherwise the bamboo needles would be transformed on the spot and it would be troublesome to explain afterwards.

After the embroidery needle arrived, Song Lian rubbed Master Xing's ears hard to make them red. He pricked two needles on each earlobe and drew a few drops of blood. Then the bamboo needle came out and used needles on several acupuncture points on Master Xing's head.

Only two minutes passed, the master's mouth recovered, and then he woke up leisurely.

When he woke up, the master raised his hand to touch his ears. After listening to Song Lian's instructions, his son grabbed it with his big hand and shouted urgently: "Dad, you can't move. You are having a stroke. My little brother used his magical skills to save you."

You're back."
Chapter completed!