Xuanxia

Chapter 138 Preparation
"Brother Fu, how is it?"

Yue Heng stared with wide eyes, looking at Fu Qingzhou who was walking slowly back from the woods.

Fu Qingzhou shrugged, spread his hands, and made a helpless expression: "He thinks as clearly as I do. We probably can't escape or beat him."

Yue Heng sighed, holding his forehead and shaking his head.

"Don't worry, I was not well prepared last night. I thought that even if the assassin was stronger than the first night, he wouldn't be much stronger..." Fu Qingzhou said: "I am indeed not as good as him in terms of martial arts, but if I am fully prepared, I may not be able to do anything..."

Yue Heng: “?”

"Brother Yue." Fu Qingzhou smiled at him and said, "You are a scholar, and you are going to Beijing to take the imperial examination. You must have brought a lot of writing materials with you, right?"

Yue Heng quickly dug out his box and easily took out the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone from it. He looked a little sad and said, "Brother Fu, are you going to write a suicide note?"

"You're the one who left me!" Fu Qingzhou scolded with a smile as he picked up the brush: "Come, grind ink for me."

What he had to do, of course, was to draw talismans.

Of course, since we have time, we can’t just draw talismans, we also have to set up the formation.

The formation left by carving on the trees last night was just a very rough and simple formation, which could facilitate Fu Qingzhou to call upon the spiritual power to transform it into spiritual arrows. But since there is enough time to prepare today, it cannot be just like this.

He took a pen and began to write talismans on the walls, floor, tables, and even on the statues of gods in the dilapidated temple.

The magical thing is that after the first symbol is written, it will quickly flash with a faint light, and then disappear like water soaking into the soil.

"Brother Fu, is this correct?"

After looking at it for a while, Yue Heng couldn't help but ask, "All your writings are gone?"

Fu Qingzhou was sweating profusely and smiled: "Yes, that's right."

The method he used was called "Hidden Talisman Technique", a relatively advanced method of making talismans, and also the highest method of making talismans that can be mastered by the second level of Lingqiao. Its function is not only to make runes appear and disappear, but more importantly, it can make runes and the objects of the talisman better integrated.

According to the book, the most commonly used technique of hidden talismans is actually to "enchant" weapons.

However, the side effect of this hidden talisman technique is also very obvious, that is, it can only be used for talismans made of ink. If it is a carved talisman, the hidden talisman technique cannot be used no matter what.

Besides... this thing is extremely exhausting.

Fu Qingzhou had not been writing for a while when beads of sweat began to drip down his back, completely soaking his entire back. Even the hand holding the pen began to tremble.

"Brother Fu, do you want to take a break?" Yue Heng asked carefully, "How about I take over the writing?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled helplessly: "Without opening your spiritual acupoints, you can't use this hidden talisman technique at all."

"Well... can you use the talisman I wrote?" Yue Heng asked curiously.

Fu Qingzhou nodded: "If you just write, it's okay... the effect will be discounted, but the characters are not as simple as you think. It's not enough to just look similar. Every stroke and every emphasis must be strict..."

"Hey, Brother Fu, have you forgotten what I do?"

Yue Heng interrupted him with a smile and snatched the brush: "You have written so much, I have already understood it a long time ago."

As he spoke, he picked up the brush and quickly wrote a talisman on the table.

Fu Qingzhou's eyes lit up slightly.

"How is it?" Yue Heng asked with a proud smile.

“It’s very well written.”

Fu Qingzhou nodded and said, "It can be used... and the effect will not be discounted."

Yue Heng is worthy of being a man who makes a living by writing. The symbols he wrote flashed by, but he was able to remember the symbols that seemed to have no rules or methods. He could even remember his own pen movements clearly and reproduce them perfectly.

"Don't worry, Brother Fu, you want these talismans not to be discovered by the killer."

Yue Heng smiled and said, "Then why don't I write them down in a hidden place and cover them with incense ash? You can have a good rest for a while."

Fu Qingzhou was also slightly relieved and let Yue Heng write.

"This scholar has a good spiritual root." The smoker said leisurely in his head: "If he can open his spiritual orifice, I'm afraid the upper limit will not be low."

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows: "Spiritual roots? Heavenly spiritual roots or earthly spiritual roots?"

"What a mess. Spiritual roots are the spiritual bones. What heaven and earth are they?" The smoker said dissatisfiedly, "What's in your head?"

Yue Heng drew the talismans very seriously and learned them very quickly. By the time Fu Qingzhou came back from hunting two pheasants outside the temple, he had already drawn talismans all over the hidden part of the dilapidated temple and was carefully covering the characters on the talismans with the ashes from the incense burner on the altar.

"Brother Fu is back?"

He smiled happily and said, "This writing of talismans is quite interesting. Can you tell me what these talismans are used for?"

"Haha, you'll know tonight." Fu Qingzhou chuckled: "Rest for a while and eat something. I'll draw some talismans on you later."

"On me?"

Yue Heng was surprised: "Can you draw talismans on your body?"

"Of course." Fu Qingzhou threw the pheasant on the ground: "I probably won't have much time to protect you tonight, but at least I have to make sure...even if you get hit by a few swords, you won't be seriously injured and die."

Yue Heng shuddered at these words, but he still forced a smile and said, "Okay, I believe in Brother Fu."

Not long after, a thin layer of smoke rose from the dilapidated temple. Wu Yan, who was in the woods, squinted his eyes and sniffed.

After a moment's silence, he tilted his head slightly and looked at the defenseless hare strolling through the woods.

After hesitating for a moment, he gradually reached for the hilt of the rapier.

Just as Wu Yan was about to draw his sword and stab the hare, his expression suddenly changed and he looked in the direction of the ruined temple.

I saw Fu Qingzhou standing not far away, holding a fragrant chicken drumstick in his hand: "Want some?"

Wu Yan frowned.

"I poisoned it."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "But I see that you seem to care a lot about food. Do you want to make a bet?"

After saying that, he threw the chicken leg over without waiting for Wu Yan's response.

With a swish, the sword left the ground.

The next moment, the sword rose slightly, pierced the chicken leg steadily, and picked it up on the tip of the sword.

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows slightly.

He saw it... In a flash, Wu Yan even wiped the dust off the sword before using it to catch the chicken leg.

He is indeed a person who is extremely serious about food...

Fu Qingzhou saw him put away the rapier and carefully looked at the chicken leg, then smiled and said, "Don't thank me, I told you, it was poisoned."

After saying that, he turned around, waved his hand, and walked back to the dilapidated temple.

Wu Yan tightened his grip on the sword.

The chicken legs were not roasted, but boiled in water with chicken soup. The meat was cooked very well and a faint aroma wafted through the air.

It's unlikely that there would be any spices in this wild forest... Could it be poison?

He hesitated and remained silent, and never took a bite.

On the other side, Fu Qingzhou returned to the dilapidated temple. Yue Heng, with his mouth full of soup and oil, had already ground the ink and taken off his shirt.

"Come on, Brother Fu, quickly draw the talisman on me!"

Yue Heng was inexplicably very passionate about drawing talismans, and there was even light in his eyes: "Do you need me to do anything?"

Fu Qingzhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The smoker wondered suspiciously in his mind, "Is this scholar perhaps having some special hobby?"

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