Super Small Farmer

"Er Zhu, I've finished eating this meal, why are you still not leaving? Do you want to have dinner here?"

After eating, Yang Tao deliberately teased Er Zhu, his mouth angled, and bursts of smirk appeared.

"You dude, Erzhu is helping you like this, how can you talk like this?" Mother Yang couldn't listen to it, and she reached out to hit Yang Tao.

"Second brother, it's not good for you to do this."

"Second brother, what you said is wrong."

"Squeaky..."

What Yang Tao didn't expect was that this sentence of his own was directly opposed by all his family members, including Jin Mao. Do you want to do this, anyway, I am your closest person, okay, as for Erzhu? Although you may become your own brother-in-law, isn't it still not? !

"Okay, okay, haha... I was wrong, I was wrong. I have something else, don't bother me."

Yang Tao got up with a grin, but when he turned around, he deliberately winked at Er Zhu, which made Er Zhu blush.

"Haha..."

After seeing Erzhu's embarrassment, Yang Tao was very satisfied and walked directly into his room.

"Um, auntie, Yang Jing, Ling'er, I have to return the motorcycle. Taozi has something else to prepare for, so I will leave first..."

Er Zhu felt that his face was hot, as if it was about to burn, and after a few words, he ran away and ran out...

Yang Tao didn't care about the outside affairs, and at this moment he took off his clothes directly. I took out the cut yellow paper, brush, cinnabar and dried black dog blood from the inside pocket.

Yang Tao went to the grocery store to fix these things in the morning. It was not in vain that he got up early, and at the same time and cautiously, did not let Er Zhu know.

"Scratch it first and make it up."

Yang Tao first took a bowl and put the dried black dog blood directly into it. Then I added some water in. This is good in this summer. The black dog blood in the water quickly melted out, and a strong smelly smell filled the house directly.

"This smell really doesn't drip."

Yang Tao frowned, spit out, then directly added some cinnabar, and slowly stirred it with a brush.

The brush was constantly stirred in the bowl, and at the same time, Yang Tao also mobilized the true energy in his dantian, and walked directly and slowly along the veins into his hand, squeezed it to the tip of the brush according to the method, and gradually spread to the bowl. in.

"Next is the fragrance of lotus seeds, save this thing."

As long as the lotus seed fragrance was slightly hardened by Yang Tao's hand, it was completely broken and turned into powder. Yang Tao was slowly and evenly sprinkled into the bowl.

Iz~

When the lotus seed incense was blended into the bowl, the bowl that was originally a bit sticky suddenly became light.

It seems that after cinnabar and black dog blood merged with lotus seed incense, strange changes took place. The unpleasant smell of black dog blood also began to magically disappear.

"It's not a mortal thing, it's amazing, tusk..."

Yang Tao lived in the excitement in his heart and controlled his qi. Slowly and evenly blend in, this is sloppy.

seasoning! It is very ordinary and ordinary, but the seasoning for making magical charms needs to be infused with true energy. Only when the true qi is incorporated, can the materials inside be directly integrated with the true qi as a guide.

Of course, if there are good things like earth fire, it will naturally be countless times better than Yang Tao's true spirit at the moment. But now Yang Tao can only be patient, not hurried or slow to lead.

At the same time, this is also a good way for Yang Tao to control his qi, so Yang Tao is also enjoying it.

"Huh~"

When he was two children, Yang Tao's face turned pale, but with a smile of contentment. His body was already wet with sweat, as if he was fished out of the water.

"Gulong Gulong..."

Yang Tao directly took the kettle on one side and took a few sips violently.

This process just now was really difficult. But looking at the ink-like liquid in the bowl at this moment, Yang Tao smiled contentedly again.

Huh~

After a short rest, Yang Tao directly took out the yellow paper and put it on the table. Holding a writing brush in one hand, he glued a bit of the liquid in the bowl, closed his eyes slightly, and silently recalled the texture of the monk charm in his mind.

The Dream Talisman is one of the simplest charms; although it is simple, it does not mean that its texture is simple, it just means that its function is simple.

"Start."

After reconfirming the memory, Yang Tao opened his eyes, holding a brush in one hand, and slowly drew on the yellow paper.

Turn...turn...hook...

"Squeak~"

When just turning around, Yang Tao didn't grasp the strength of the brush, the stroke was a little heavier, but the line was a bit wider.

Suddenly, the yellow paper burned directly and became ashes!

"Damn it, this ghost drawing talisman ghost drawing talisman, drawing talisman really isn't what ordinary people can do. Grandma drops, a little bit thicker won't work."

While muttering, Yang Tao took out the yellow paper again, coming back again. He didn't think that he succeeded in one shot. It was the simplest technique to draw a symbol with a brush. If it is other talisman, then it might be more difficult to use True Qi to portray on the spirit stone.

"carry on!"

Yang Tao did not feel discouraged, but took a deep breath, calmed himself, and started writing again.

"by!"

Failure, the second time is still a failure...

"Grandma drops!"

Failure, the third time is still a failure...

the fourth time……

In the process, as night fell, Mother Yang wanted to ask Yang Tao to eat. However, she was blocked by the Golden Retriever. No matter what Yang's mother was, the Golden Retriever refused to let Yang's mother enter Yang Tao's room.

Perhaps in the eyes of Golden Retriever, Yang Tao is doing alchemy. This is related to his own interests, so he guarded the door faithfully.

The lines on the Fulu, each and every stroke are very particular, and there can be no mistake. If it is wrong, it will not succeed.

Yang Tao didn't know how many times he had failed, but this time, Yang Tao finished the painting in one breath, and on the yellow paper, a complicated figure directly emitted a faint light and then disappeared.

"Hahaha... it's not easy, it's not easy..."

Looking at the dream charm in his hand, Yang Tao almost burst into tears. For eight full hours, he produced this one.

"No, I want to continue!"

After a successful one, Yang Tao became more energetic and huffed and continued. In the night sky, Yang Tao cursed from time to time, or laughed happily...