He was wearing ordinary gray clothes, and the young boy of twelve or thirteen years old might have squatted for too long, and moved his legs slightly, which were already a little numb.

The young man used a tree branch and a ghostly talisman to depict the messy scratches on the ground, and he couldn't tell what was written.

The boy was focused for a year and muttered softly in his mouth, without even realizing that behind him was a figure in white who had been observing him for a long time.

"If you draw this wrongly, the talisman foot is the foundation of the talisman. If your talisman foot is not solid enough, the whole talisman is like a tower in the air, with no stability at all. It would be strange if it could become a talisman."

The gentle voice suddenly sounded behind him scared the boy to jump up.

The boy turned around and saw a white dress standing with a smile. He looked very young, probably in his twenties, with starry eyebrows and sword eyes, not very handsome, but he gave people a gentle feeling.

"I just drew randomly, making my senior laugh."

When someone saw his ghost-drawing talisman, the boy was a little shy, and he seemed to understand the talisman when he heard the other person's words. The boy grabbed the back of his head and looked restrained.

"Are you a disciple of the Immortal Lu Sect? What's your name?"

Looking at the twisted boy with a slightly red face in front of him, Zhuo Yuming asked with a smile.

It's a bit of a foundation, but it's obviously not enough to understand the method. Although you can see his diligent practice and unpaired techniques at a glance, it's a pity that he doesn't have the true meaning and it's difficult to enter the room. It should be a disciple of the Immortal Talisman Sect, but I don't know if he is a master who misleads his children or his understanding of being a disciple is too poor.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy was not as cunning as he was asked by his senior, so he would naturally tell him everything about his family affairs like a bamboo tube poured beans.

The boy's name is Han Qing, and he was originally an ordinary child from a small village at the foot of Chenmu Mountain.

When he was seven years old, his parents sent him to the Xianlu Sect to become a disciple. He first worked for five years as a choreographer. Because he was quite spiritual and worked diligently, he was not included in the outer disciple until last year. However, the young man seemed to have no talent for talismans. In the past year, he had never practiced the most basic writing skills well, and he had never been able to successfully condense the talisman. As an older generation of outer disciples, he had no hope for him for only more than a month, so he simply let him die.

A few days ago, during the sect's annual exam, Han Qing was undoubtedly humiliated again, and was driven out of the Immortal Talisman Sect by his master who felt he had lost his life.

The ignorant young man who was expelled from the sect hid at the foot of the mountain and cried for a long time, not knowing where to go.

In fact, this young man who was already in the condensation realm was already a god in the eyes of villagers in his hometown, but the simple Han Qing did not dare to return home to face his parents' disappointed expression. After all, in order to make his only son promising in the future, his parents sold the only buffalo in the family, borrowed all the neighbors of the village, collected twenty taels of silver, and asked a distant relative from the town to send him to the Xianlu Gate as a mail-service disciple. Now that he has been driven down the mountain, if his parents know, they will be particularly sad.

Zhuo Yuming was not impatient when he heard the boy's heart, but he stood aside with his hands hanging down.

"Han Qing, do you like to draw talismans?"

The boy with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes lowered was muttering in a low voice, and the kind senior suddenly asked.

Han Qing raised his childhood face, and a bright light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The boy nodded heavily and said, "Of course, I like to draw talismans, and I have fallen in love with them since the first day. However, the master and the others said that I don't have any qualifications at all, and I have worked very hard, but I have never drawn them well. Maybe I am really stupid."

As he spoke, the brilliance in the boy's eyes dimmed again. He lowered his head deeply, stared at his toes, and rubbed his hands uneasily.

Zhuo Yuming looked at the young boy and smiled. He was indeed a very spiritual child. When he had drawn ghost talismans on the ground, he could see clearly the firmness and persistence in the boy's eyes.

Squatted down and made himself almost the same height as the standing boy. Zhuo Yuming touched his head. A stream of spiritual power poured in from the boy's Baihui acupoint and quickly wandered among his limbs and bones.

The boy's roots and bones are pretty good. Although it is not very talented, it is still acceptable to have a level of condensation at this age. Zhuo Yuming took the boy's right hand and looked at it. There were thin calluses on the palms and knuckles of the boy's right hand.

Diligence can make up for shortcomings.

It doesn't matter if it's clumsy. Although the talisman is a way to rely heavily on the ancestors to enjoy food, everything is perfect after all. The so-called boxing is always hand-held and the music is always mouth-held. With the most basic sense of awe and diligence, even if the talent is a little bit worse, it can still be cultivated slowly. If the so-called "genius" who is arrogant and arrogant, with the favor of God, and sleeps with talent without working hard, there will never be any great prospects.

"I will teach you how to draw talismans in the future. Would you like to follow me?"

He raised his hand to condense a little spiritual power and outlined a few strokes in the air. The illusory runes flashed with golden light and the void became a talisman. Looking at the young man with a look of shock, Zhuo Yuming asked with a smile.

Han Qing looked at the young man in white in front of him with a dumbfounded look. His magical Void Talisman completely shocked him. This technique was beyond his understanding. There was still someone who could draw talismans with spiritual power without using talisman paper and red pen. What kind of magical method is this?

The dull boy was stunned for a while, suddenly came to his senses and nodded quickly.

"Then let's go, find a place to stay first, and I'll teach you how to draw talismans when you look back. Don't say whether you are stupid or not, no one is born a fool. As long as you work hard, you will always achieve something."

Zhuo Yuming gently patted the boy on the shoulder and walked forward first.

Han Qing was still standing there in shock with a look of shock, with crystal tears flashing in his eyes.

The young man looked complicated and looked at the white clothes that were walking slowly. Since he went to Chenmu Mountain, he had never experienced care and encouragement in any of his fellow disciples, and never felt a warm friendship between his fellow disciples. When he was a choreographer, everyone treated him as a small coolie, and kept calling him around and being domineering. Later, he was finally promoted to an outer disciple, and his master still did not treat him as a disciple to see him. He often looked impatient when he taught the talisman technique. It was him, the master, who personally drove himself out of the sect.

He raised his sleeves and wiped it a few times on his face. The young man took a quick step and chased after the white clothes.

Zhuo Yuming probably wouldn't have thought about how much impact his words "No one is born a fool" would have on this famous talisman in the future in the Void Spirit World.
Chapter completed!