Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 84 The Fight is About to Begin
Zhao Yifu's method of salvation was indeed a bit violent, but the effect was visible to the naked eye.

Without any long speeches, Zhao Yifu completed the "transmigration" in three breaths, allowing the visiting evil spirit to leave easily.

The gloom that covered the window quickly dissipated.

But everyone did not relax, because it was obvious at this time that there was a demon who wanted to harm Zhao Yicheng.

Peng Hu stroked his beard and sighed, "What can I do? I've only heard of this method of controlling evil spirits, but I've never seen it before."

Zhao Yunhe said calmly, "It's not terrible, but I hate the hidden arrow."

The handsome old father was already very angry, but he didn't know where to vent his anger.

Hong Shu frowned and said, "I just don't understand why they want to torment Siye so much. He's nothing special..."

Zhao Yifu shook his head and said, "Let alone my eldest brother, even if my third brother fell into their hands, they would probably use the same methods... or even more cruelly."

"The purpose of their doing this..."

He glanced at Zhao Yunhe, then said softly, "I just want to drive my father crazy."

Zhao Yunhe's expression changed. "Why is that?"

Zhao Yifu said quietly, "If father wasn't crazy, how could he go on a killing spree in the Mozhou martial arts world?"

Zhao Yunhe was stunned for a moment, then understood and said, "They want chaos, and we are now retreating and defending. This is obviously not what they want to see."

Yunshang Shenhe, as expected of a famous hero in the Southern Dynasty, has figured it all out.

Zhao Yunhe then said quietly, "They've gathered various forces from the martial arts world to target our Shenhe Villa. They want us to clash with these martial artists everywhere, and then fight each other everywhere."

"They were proceeding smoothly, which made me think it was just a common vendetta."

"But with your news back, Jun Xin, we know that this matter is not that simple."

"As a result, with all forces shrinking, the person behind the scenes had no choice but to take action again to force us to cause trouble."

Zhao Yifu sneered and said, "From this perspective, those gathered martial artists may seem powerful, but in reality they are just a bunch of idiots."

"At least Shenhe Villa should be able to fight against them."

Zhao Yunhe was about to say something when suddenly the expressions of several people in the room changed and they looked up at the sky outside the window.

There was a sound of cranes crying all around. The white cranes that originally lived in the Crane Lake flapped their wings and took off, circling around a black dot in the sky.

Zhao Yi Fu was stunned, then he looked with all his might and saw that the cranes were surrounding a black crane!
Although this black crane is pitch black, it truly deserves the word "immortal" at this moment.

Zhao Yifu took two steps back, then stood in front of the window and bowed deeply to Mo He: "Welcome, Master."

The black crane then found its direction, broke away from the group of cranes and landed directly on the windowsill.

Then the crane's beak pecked Zhao Yifu's forehead, leaving a little ink mark on his forehead.

But the next moment, a line of words appeared next to the ink crane: [Don't panic, little one. I'll teach you the article "Cause and Effect Reveal the True Story." It should be helpful.]

Then the black crane looked around again, and a line of words appeared on the other side: [This is the secret of our sect, please stay away.]

Everyone looked at each other, and then left the room silently and obediently.

After leaving the room, Zhao Yunhe sighed, "I never thought Jun Xin's master would be so caring towards him."

Hong Shu nodded in agreement and said, "I don't know if it's sincere or not."

People like them who are in the underworld always think a lot.

Peng Hu stroked his graying beard and sighed, "After I married my daughter to you, I often traveled. I never thought that your small Shenhe Villa would send a son to Moshan Mountain."

"You may find it strange that Jun Xin is so favored after just entering the sect, but there is really nothing strange about it."

"In your eyes, Jun Xin is just getting started."

"But in the eyes of the teachers at Moshan, Jun Xin had been around them since he was a child, and they had watched him grow up..."

"Even now, when I think of my mentor in the mountains, I often burst into tears."

Zhao Yunhe felt complicated when he heard this. He always felt that the immortal master on Mo Mountain was more like a qualified father than him.

After a moment, Zhao Yifu's voice came from inside: "Okay, come in."

When the people outside came in, they saw Zhao Yifu pondering silently, as if thinking about something.

Zhao Yunhe asked, "Jun Xin, what happened?"

Zhao Yifu said, "My mentor taught me the method of tracking, but I still need some materials to cast the spell."

Peng Hu said impatiently: "What do you need? Tell me quickly and we can get it together."

Zhao Yifu said, "The tracking method requires a talisman to activate, and to make the talisman you need talisman paper and cinnabar ink."

Talisman paper is different from ordinary paper and is mostly made by practitioners themselves.

The same is true for cinnabar ink, which is the key to determining the effectiveness of the talisman.

Peng Hu immediately said, "I have the talisman paper, and I have the base material for the spiritual ink, but I need to prepare the cinnabar from scratch."

Zhao Yifu said, "Of course, ordinary cinnabar won't work. Because we need to find Big Brother's soul through the thread of cause and effect, we need Big Brother's blood and that of our closest relatives to make the mixture."

Peng Hu said, "They are all ready. I will get the materials and blood and ink right away."

He seemed very enthusiastic. After all, this was an opportunity to peek into his master's secret techniques. How could he not be eager?
Zhao Yifu breathed a sigh of relief, then took out a Soul-Enriching Pill and swallowed it.

The consumed true energy is recovering quickly, preparing for the next spell.

Soon, the spiritual ink, cinnabar and talisman paper were all ready.

Peng Hu said, "I'll take the blood."

Zhao Yifu said, "No hurry, let me try the pen first."

Because the spiritual ink and cinnabar used to write talismans are different, he was worried that the difference in the pen strokes would affect the effect.

He first practiced writing on a piece of white paper for a while.

Talismans require to be completed in one go, he found that his 'ink splashing technique' was extremely effective at this time, an unfamiliar rune appeared to be drawn without any sluggishness when he habitually used the key points of 'ink splashing technique' to complete it in his mind and then wrote it down.

Unexpectedly, calligraphy and painting skills would be of benefit to making talismans. Zhao Yifu felt that he could learn a few more talismans in the future to use as a means.

After trying it again on the talisman paper, he was officially ready to make the talisman.

He poured out all the spiritual ink he had used to practice writing, took out a new ink block and ground the ink with his fingers.

During this process, the true energy naturally permeates the spiritual ink, making it contain stronger spirituality, until it becomes jet black and shiny, with a faint light refracted.

Then he ground the cinnabar in the same way and said, "You can take the blood now."

Peng Hu was about to get the blood, but Zhao Yunhe said, "Let me do it."

As he said this, he took the container and went to Zhao Yicheng to take blood, but Zhao Yicheng only took a small amount, and most of it was Zhao Yunhe's own blood.

Hong Shu said in surprise: "Yun He, what are you doing..."

Zhao Yunhe said, "Jun Xin said that the blood of a close relative would be fine, so why not use more of mine? After all, Siye is not in his right mind and body right now. How can he afford to lose more blood?"

Such a protective heart is admirable.

However, Zhao Yifu was not jealous at all. He took the blood basin calmly and then used cinnabar and blood to make red ink.

Then he simply stopped using the brush and dipped his hand into the black spiritual ink. Then, with a wave of his hand, a curtain of ink was lifted and sprinkled onto the talisman paper, forming a continuous basic talisman.

This is the basis and main part of the 'Pulling Silk Talisman', which is completed in one go using the ink-splashing technique, and the flow of true Qi is very appropriate.

Then he dipped the ink in blood cinnabar, also made by splashing ink, and added a red array on the base of the talisman to form a knot of cause and effect.

In this way, the "Pulling Silk Talisman" is completed.

But Zhao Yi Fu did not stop. Instead, he took another Soul-Enriching Pill, then took a deep breath and started making talismans again.

He didn't stop until he had made five talismans in one breath.

Zhao Yifu took a deep breath and said, "One of these talismans can only last for one stick of incense, so I need to make a few more just in case."

Zhao Yunhe had already bandaged the wound on his wrist and said, "Junxin, you've worked hard. Now, can we retrieve Xun Siye's spirit?"

Zhao Yifu said, "After a short rest, we can go."

Zhao Yunhe nodded slowly, then said to Hong Shu, "Siye... I'll leave him in your care."

Hong Shu nodded and said, "Don't worry, your son is my son, go by yourself."

Zhao Yunhe walked out with a gloomy face.

Before long, there was quite a stir in the entire Shenhe Villa.

Seeing this, Zhao Yifu knew that Zhao Yunhe could no longer bear it and was about to lose his temper.

This commotion might turn the world upside down, but it would also satisfy the wishes of the person behind the scene.

But what else can we do if we don’t make a fuss?
The other party has already reached out to Zhao Yicheng, the heir of Shenhe Villa, and this battle is inevitable.

Zhao Yi Fu then chuckled again. So what if he fulfilled the wishes of the person behind the scenes?

Let chaos reign, his sect will just sit back and watch the storm unfold and won't care about such earthly fighting.

They wouldn't even care about the fighting in the cultivation world.

Just kill him thoroughly, who knows if the person behind the scenes will show up?

He touched the Fang Zheng Zhang in his arms, wondering if the person behind the scenes could withstand the blow from his master's Zhenling Zhang?
Having made up his mind, Zhao Yifu hurried out.

When he passed by his yard, he saw Wu Zhong still torturing the two captives, so he said, "Don't worry about them, come with me to rescue my brother."

This is a major operation for Shenhe Villa, and it is not something that can be done by one person alone to kill his way through the enemy camp.

I'm afraid all the warriors in the village will have to take action.

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhong quickly used his claws to break the necks of the two captives.

Then he wiped his hands and came over to Zhao Yifu.

Seeing this, the corners of Zhao Yifu's mouth twitched uncontrollably. This servant of his really had a strong desire to kill.

Two top masters have already had their necks broken by Wu Zhong, right?
Wow, he’s a professional head picker.

Zhao Yifu took Wu Zhong to the martial arts training ground.

As expected, the warriors in the village had already begun to gather in the training ground. When Zhao Yifu and Wu Zhong arrived, there were already two hundred people gathered.

The biggest difference between Shenhe Villa and ordinary powerful villas is that all the militiamen in the villa practice martial arts!

Zhao Yifu stood here and waited for a while, and gradually five hundred people gathered on the training ground.

Five hundred warriors who practiced martial arts diligently, what a terrifying force is this?
Zhao Yifu was shocked by the lineup of his own family, and then some elders of the family arrived.

Zhao Yi Fu was amazed at the talented players from his ancestors. Each of them was at least second-rate, or even first-rate, and there were eleven of them in total.

Counting it this way, and adding Zhao Yunhe who is already top-notch, Shenhe Villa has the military power to be the best in Mozhou.

Zhao Yifu was quite surprised that each of these eleven people had internal energy, which obviously showed that they had excellent internal skills.

Then he thought of his family's inheritance...

He suspected that even without the "Yunshang Yuanling Jin", practicing the other exercises to the extreme could also open up the meridians and cultivate internal energy.

As long as the practitioner knows how to guide it, he can cultivate internal energy.

Zhao Yifu suspected that his family's inheritance should also come from the world of cultivation, but he didn't know where it came from.

At this time, everyone was standing in the parade ground. Zhao Yunhe stood there in silence for a long time, as if he was preparing a speech.

However, Zhao Yunhe said nothing in the end. He just said, "I've had enough!"

Just these words made the blood of the five hundred Zhao family warriors in the training ground surge, and then they shouted excitedly: "Charge forward and slaughter those bastards!"

Zhao Yunhe nodded calmly and said, "Okay, let's fight our way out."

"But our homeland must be defended. I only need a hundred men to follow me in the attack, and the rest of you can defend our homeland."

At this moment, an elder in the family shouted, "The top 100 performers, please step forward!"

The next moment, the hundred people who were already standing at the front of the queue took a step forward in unison.

These one hundred people were separated from the four hundred behind them, and their spirits were even higher.

The more than 400 people behind him showed expressions of unwillingness and shame. They were secretly gritting their teeth and preparing to get a good ranking in the next martial arts performance.

Zhao Yunhe nodded secretly, then said, "The elders of the Zhao family are old and should not take any more risks. Please ask the six elders to rest in the manor. My three brothers will lead five outstanding people of our generation and another hundred brave men to attack."

One of the old men, whose hair was completely white, said in a loud voice, "Does the Patriarch think that we old men are no longer capable of killing the enemy?"

Zhao Yunhe said, "No, I'm just going on a long journey, and my family is left with no one to guard them, so I left the elders to stay at the manor."

Another elder spoke up at this time: "Don't say any more. The head of the family will go, and we, the old men, will take care of the manor."

"If a powerful enemy attacks, we old men will not hesitate to sacrifice our lives."

The other elders responded one after another, vying with each other as if they were afraid that being slow would be considered cowardice.

Looking at the high morale of his clan, Zhao Yifu couldn't help but sigh in his heart that it was like a family of warriors who passed down martial arts from generation to generation. How could the noble family be like this?
Zhao Yunhe dismissed the rest, led over a hundred selected people, opened the gate of the manor and strode out.

When they reached outside the village, Zhao Yifu's expression changed slightly and he pointed twice towards the distance.

Zhao Yunhe understood and said, "There are more scumbags. Go get some people to clean them up. Don't let any of them escape."

Immediately, one of the five heroes of Hezhuang rushed over with twenty villagers and started fighting.

Zhao Yifu saw the fighting from afar and discovered that this uncle of the same clan was actually stronger than his third uncle Zhao Yehe... Well, Zhao Yunhe was the head of the family, and Zhao Guhe was also a top-notch warrior with extraordinary talent.

It doesn't make sense that the three brothers of the Zhao family's main lineage are all so talented, right?
Zhao Yunhe said, "Jun Xin, you can cast the spell to track him down."

Zhao Yifu nodded, then picked up a paper talisman with both hands, infused it with true energy and shook it slightly.

The next moment, the paper talisman spontaneously combusted, and a cloud of smoke actually pointed southward against the wind direction.

Zhao Yunhe's expression brightened: "Let's go!"

Everyone hurried forward.

Those who were hunting down the spies outside the village soon caught up.

The group was filled with murderous intent and would not give up this time.

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(End of this chapter)