The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Qingzhu Mountain.

Fu Qing returned to the cottage, fetched water to water the flowers, lit a lamp to illuminate the night, and picked up a brush to draw talismans.

His face was as calm as a stone, and the violent and powerful spiritual power under his brush was gradually outlined and formed. The top-grade killing talisman was drawn with twelve points of his energy.

The talisman took shape, with a light stain of sweat on his forehead. He held the talisman lightly with his fingertips, joy flashing in his eyes. Even though he hadn't drawn it for hundreds of years, he still sketched it out in one stroke.

When Fu'er comes back, she will be allowed to carry this item with her, so that she will feel safe.

Looking up, the sun has set, and only the remaining sparks are left in the evening glow.

Fu'er usually returns home at 15:00 p.m. It's almost 15:00 p.m. now, why hasn't she returned yet?

Ask about the fairy mountain and the talisman hall.

Among the six ways to ask the immortal, talismans are the most difficult one. Disciples tend to avoid talismans three out of the six, unless they are born with a liking for them, which is rare among those with wisdom.

Therefore, at this disciple-recruiting conference, out of more than a hundred people, only eight chose to take the talisman class, which was far from the twenty-four people in Yu Mian's class.

Even so, Ling Fu still worked diligently and did not dare to slack off at all. With a small number of disciples, she was able to teach them better and achieve academic success.

The course on the Five Elements Immortal Text was over and she was originally preparing to return to the mountain, but she never expected that there would be a disciple who was interested in it and took the initiative to ask about it. She was delighted to see such a talented person and stayed for a while.

This disciple's name is Lin Ye, a spirit beast from the spirit bat clan. He has a pair of dark blood-red eyes and sharp fangs at the corners of his mouth, giving him a slightly evil look.

However, after teaching for hundreds of years, Ling Fu has seen all kinds of disciples. She even taught a sea spirit with tentacles, but it was a pity that the disciple had already died.

Lin Ye took a piece of talisman paper in his hand and came forward, his eyes half confused and half curious, his voice a little hoarse, with the voice change of a teenager, he said: "Elder Ling Fu, I drew a talisman like this imitating an ancient book, I wonder what its function is?"

Ling Fu paused. It was a good thing for disciples to be curious about talismans, but before they had mastered them, it was easy to have accidents when copying talismans.

If the talisman is highly offensive, it may even backfire and cause death.

She frowned, which was unusual for her, and said in a rare stern tone, "Where did you copy this talisman from? You are not allowed to copy it privately before the teaching at Wenxianshan is finished."

"Which elder is your master?" she asked, and then a spiritual spell passed through the boy's waist badge, and her eyes flashed with understanding, "I will explain this matter to Elder Yundan."

Lin Ye suddenly became like a child who had done something wrong. He withdrew his hand uneasily and begged, "Elder Ling Fu, I was wrong. I was just curious!"

"I read in a book that this isn't a dangerous talisman, but I don't know the exact effect, so that's why I came to ask you."

"I won't dare to do it again!" He had a sincere face and looked like he was ready to correct his mistakes, which made Ling Fu reflect on whether she was too harsh.

He is quick to learn and not ashamed to ask questions. He is a good child.

Then he stretched out his hand, his expression softened, and said, "Can you hand over the talisman for me to see?"

Lin Ye was delighted, and happily took out another piece of paper from his bosom and handed it to Ling Fu. It was an ordinary piece of yellow paper, with messy and twisted words on it that looked like ghost paintings.

Not sensing any trace of spiritual power, Ling Fu held up her index and middle fingers, her eyes fell on the words, and read them carefully.

The lines are disorganized, there is no magical point, it is clearly a scribble.

But... she shifted her gaze to the disciple in front of her who was hanging his head.

Well, after all, I have just started learning, so it is good enough that I can copy it. I can roughly identify what the talisman is and draw one for him to take back and have a look.

His gaze fell back on the talisman again, his lips tightened slightly, and the originally messy lines in his eyes seemed to have consciousness and began to dance, dispersing around little by little.

Will it change?

Could it be some kind of prank talisman?

She probed her spiritual power a little, trying to find out the situation, but the moment she probed, it was as if she was grabbed by a mad dog, and her spiritual power rushed into the talisman like pearls with broken strings.

This is!

what! ?

"Where did you get this from?"

Ling Fu raised her hand and lightly waved Lin Ye away, fearing that this little disciple would also be affected. Even she could not resist the powerful suction.

He instantly raised his hand and chanted a spell, ready to ask the sect for help, but unexpectedly the spiritual message from his fingertips dissipated in an instant and could not be transmitted!

She made up her mind and sent a powerful talisman towards her right wrist. It exploded and shook off the talisman that was stuck to her fingertips.

His right hand was instantly covered in blood, with blood flowing down his sleeves.

But at least he had retained 40% of his strength. He raised his eyes and his calm and unparalleled eyes fell on the young disciple, "Who are you?!"

Lin Ye looked at his injured arm, feeling sorry for a moment, then raised his hand to cover his face and chuckled, "Who do you think I am, Elder Lingfu?"

He approached step by step. He had the body of a young man, but he exuded an indescribable lewdness and his eyes were incredibly dirty.

"You are a demon!" Ling Fu's eyes fell on the twisted talisman on the ground and she recognized that it was not a talisman at all, but a soul-eating insect in disguise.

The Soul-Eating Bug is a creature in the Blood Demon Pond. It is a guardian monster that protects the Demon Lord's arrival and likes everything related to spiritual power.

She seldom leaves the mountain, so she lacks such vigilance!

Then, he raised his hand and cast a talisman to seal the twisted and thin red nematodes that were trying to continue drilling towards him. Then he raised his hand to ignite it, burning it directly.

She looked at her right hand and used her spiritual power to repair and stop the bleeding. Blood suddenly surged up in her mouth and almost overflowed.

There is something else inside the soul-eating insect, and its spiritual power seems to be locked. If used forcibly, it will be backfired.

Ling Fu was thin and proud, her face turned pale for a moment, she suppressed the bloody smell between her lips and teeth, her eyes fell silently on Lin Ye.

"Standing stubbornly..." Lin Ye snorted coldly and said no more. The purpose of his trip was to capture the master of Qingzhu Mountain, and the other party rarely left the mountain gate. It seemed that he could only start with his disciples.

"I will enjoy your body..." As soon as Lin Ye finished speaking, his body fell down with a bang and turned into a broken little bat. A turbid black shadow slowly stood up from the ground.

Having borrowed the body of a spirit bat to sneak into the mountain gate, he could finally stretch his muscles. He stretched out his body, and the nearly two-meter-long turbid demonic aura was filled with unbridled malice.

The evil nature that had been suppressed for a long time finally got a moment of respite, and when he looked at Ling Fu, "interest" gradually rose in his eyes.

"But before that, I may be able to enjoy my beloved Elder Lingfu, hahahaha... do you feel your bones and spirit are soft?" His eyes swept over Lingfu's body through the turbid breath, revealing an indescribable obscene meaning. Two drops of magic mist dripped from the ground and dispersed in an instant.

It’s hard to tell, whether he wants to eat Lingfu, or wants to "eat" Lingfu first.