The sound should be from an old man's mouth, like a sing of Sanskrit. After listening to it, people feel calm and composed. Compared to the bronze bell sound that was cast in front of the [Shuiyunzhai] door, I don't know how much more comfortable it is.

A series of sounds floated into Zhang Chong's mind, and at the same time, in front of him, he saw a small piece of paper slowly spread out, a large golden pen waving vigorously and powerfully, writing on the paper.

The thick ink leaves traces on the paper, with the pen flowing, and the writing is extremely free and elegant.

And just as the golden pen completed the last stroke, the paper also emitted a faint golden light. As the golden light shone, the paper was like flying chips, and it scattered into pieces of smoke and dust. The smoke and dust wrapped around Zhang Chong's whole body, and immediately made his whole body feel like a spring breeze, and his whole body was warm. In an instant, all the fatigue disappeared without a trace.

"Wow, this is such a good thing." Zhang Chongda opened his mouth and looked at all of this, he thought at once, that one just now should be a talisman.

And the steps that are written in one stroke should be to refine the talisman. Is the smoke and dust that disperses afterwards the effect of using the talisman?

It turned out that Fu looked like this. This was the first time Zhang Chong saw Fu, and there was a passion that he had never seen the world in his eyes.

Next, as soon as his thoughts flash, he would hear the sound of the Sang Singing again, and the scene of the talisman refining just now flashed, and he would always see that he would have the heart to vomit.

At this time, he also saw the paper and ink he had seen before, which made him feel clear. Could this pose be in front of him just to draw a few pictures according to his copying and to follow his example?

Thinking of this, he began to walk over and cut the paper to the size he had just seen. Then, he raised his pen and dipped it ink in it, and then licked it thinner with the tip of his tongue, and then he drew it onto the paper.

The talisman just now had only a dozen strokes, and it only took a breath after finishing drawing it.

But Zhang Chongzhen started to work and realized that it was tens of thousands of times more difficult to do this. Unfortunately, his hand holding the pen was shaking. Finally, he drew a curved line on the paper, and there was no such thing as strong and powerful as he had just seen.

Fortunately, through the countless times I just saw, this talisman was already familiar with it in his heart.

After finally finishing a talisman by Zhang Chong, he was so tired that he was panting like a dog. However, looking at the completed talisman, there was no sign of any relationship with the talisman seen by Zhang Chong from above.

Zhang Chong looked at the work he had completed and had nothing to say.

After resting for a while, he thoughts flashed over again and watched the cultivation process of this talisman again. This scene inspired his heart again, and his body immediately recovered from fatigue under the effect of using the talisman.

This made him devote himself to the great work of refining talismans with his strong energy.

Sheets of paper were flying, with a serious and serious expression. He waved a large pen and kept writing on the paper. What he wrote was much better than the first one, but it was far from the talisman he saw.

Before he knew it, most of the paper had been used up. Zhang Chong realized at this time that these papers would not turn into white paper again because they were used up, but would turn into waste paper directly. And no new paper appeared in front of him.

"Oh, I'm really scared of poverty. Even dreaming is so stingy." Zhang Chong sighed leisurely. There was not much clean paper at the moment, so he had to save some use. So he practiced heavily on the paper he had used before, and only started using new paper when his feelings were extremely good.

Anyway, when he was so tired that he could use his thoughts to summon the previous talisman to relax his whole body, and he would regain his vitality as if he had been massaged.

So he did not hesitate to his physical strength at all, but instead had a close-up of the capital, and the stubborn spirit appeared on his face again.

"Brother must refine this talisman." He kept splashing ink with his ambition.

Hard work pays off. Finally, when the paper was used up, he also refined four decent talismans.

"This dream is really long." Zhang Chong lay on the ground. Although the previous talisman was constantly rinsing his fatigue, the physical exhaustion was not so relaxed, and he could completely soothe him.

Zhang Chong could clearly feel that his physical strength had almost exhausted.

"I'm really tired," Zhang Chong sighed. For him, the talisman was a fresh thing, which made him forget the passage of time during the refining process. At this time, he heard a "gurgling" sound from his stomach. At the same time, a feeling of hunger surged up. When he reached out to touch it, his stomach was already shriveled.

"It's strange. Will you be hungry in a dream? But after all, this dream is really quite long. I don't know how long I have been here. Why haven't I woke up yet?"

When Zhang Chong thought of this sentence, he saw that all the scenes in front of him disappeared in an instant. His eyes opened were the roof of his thatched hut.

"Wake up." Zhang Chongzhen woke up, feeling lost. The feeling in the dream was so clear that he didn't know whether he could return to that dream again.

He also remembered the magic trick of refining the talisman extremely clearly. I wonder if this magic trick could really make him refine that talisman in reality?

Zhang Chong thought about this and slowly sat up. When he looked to the side, he was stunned.

The paper and ink bought in the corner of the wall were piled up there in a mess, with the ink empty, and the paper all looked like it had been used.

"How could this happen?" Zhang Chong looked at this incredible scene, and his head suddenly exploded, making him at a loss. Could it be that it was not a dream, but the real thing he did? But the process of refining the talisman could only appear in the dream.

Could it be that dreams and reality are actually integrated?

All this was beyond the scope of Zhang Chong's explanation. He kept flashing thoughts on the bed, and the process of refining talismans never appeared again. However, the pile of used paper was clearly placed in front of him.

Zhang Chong ran over and after some selection, he found the four talismans he thought were well refined. All of this was exactly the same as the scene in the dream.

However, although these four talismans were refined very well, they were ordinary and had no golden light. Is it useful?

When the six gods were in control, Zhang Chong thought of Wang Daozhong again.

But this time, Wang Daozhong changed his temperament and agreed to help him very readily. This was not because of the inherent goodness of human nature. But after a painful weighing of the pros and cons, Wang Daozhong felt that Zhang Chong could not afford to offend him, but his only hope to return to Shushan. Now that he cannot take the initiative, he can only perform well and watch the changes.

But Zhang Chong explained in a hurry for a long time, and Wang Daozhong didn't understand what the talisman he was talking about. Later, both of them were sweating in a hurry, but there was no way.

Zhang Chong looked at the talisman and the light green ring, and couldn't help but think in his heart,

"It would be great if this talisman could enter the ring."

Just as I was thinking about this, the four talismans suddenly disappeared under Zhang Chong's nose.

"Hey, where are they going?" Zhang Chong screamed in shock.

At this time, a soft cry from Wang Daozhong came from inside the ring.
Chapter completed!