Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

If Sect Leader Su generously gave him some talisman paper, it would be enough for him to make a profit.

The Great Elder suddenly thought of a question and turned to look at him: "Do you have Sect Master Su's contact information?"

Xu Mi shook his head, looking innocent and serious: "No, I forgot. Sect Master Su has few people in the sect and is too busy. How can he have time to talk nonsense with me?"

"Did you see him draw the talisman? Is it difficult?"

"It's not difficult, isn't it? Sect Leader Su said that when he was learning to draw talismans, his master just threw a book to him and told him to draw it himself. He could draw one in just a few seconds. It was so easy."

The elder's voice was a little broken: "Simple? No need to burn incense, bathe and worship the ancestors, just draw casually like that!"

Xu Mi didn't know how to draw talismans and didn't know much about the process. Anyway, he thought that Sect Master Su's talisman should be simple, otherwise the talisman papers in his bag wouldn't be like a pile of waste paper, with so many of them.

"It's simple, right? I see Master Su has a lot of talisman paper in his bag, piles and piles. If it were difficult, how could he just give it away casually?"

"...That's right. If there's no contact information left, how can we find someone?"

"How about using the spirit paper crane? This talisman paper has the aura of Sect Master Su. There's nothing wrong with using it to send a message, but it might be a bit too perfunctory. I wonder if the other party will find us offensive."

Several people began to discuss, and Master Yan waved his hand, indicating that the three of them could leave.

Xu Mi nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, and hurriedly pulled them out, jokingly saying that if they dragged it on any longer, who knew if they would change their minds and take back his amulet.

The three of them ran out of the hall and only breathed a sigh of relief after running a long way.

"Huhu, I finally managed to save a piece of talisman paper."

Zhou Hui's face was full of regret. If he had known that pulling down his pants would work, he would have learned it too. What's the use of his face? It's like a talisman that can save his life at a critical moment.

"Xu Mi, next time you do something, call me."

"...??"

Su Chen was sitting in the classroom listening to a lecture when he suddenly felt a weak fluctuation of spiritual power. He subconsciously turned his head and saw a thousand paper cranes flying towards him.

The others stared blankly at the thousand paper cranes flying, slowly landing in Su Chen's hands, and disappearing without a trace, leaving only the sound.

[Hello, Sect Master Su. I am Liu Qi, the Grand Elder of the Xuanqing Sect. I would like to invite you to attend the Xuanmen Exchange Conference. Could you please leave your address so I can send you an invitation?]

After the voice faded away, Su Chen was a little confused. He didn't know any great elder, but he did know the disciples of Xuanqing Sect.

Xie Chuan heard that he was a direct disciple of Xuanqing Sect, so he went.

After coming to this world, he had not communicated much with the major Xuanmen sects. He wanted to learn more about the situation in this world and why he felt that the power of evil spirits was much stronger.

After all, the Xuanmen is too weak.

Xie Nan whispered softly: "Master Su, this is the Xuanmen Exchange Conference held every three years. It's very lively. I will go there too. If you are going, why not come with me?"

He felt a little uneasy going alone, and he felt much safer with Master Su, so he would bring people from the Special Affairs Department along.

Su Chen nodded: "Okay, let's go together."

Guo Cheng stood on the podium and cleared his throat when he saw this: "Did everyone hear clearly? Don't be distracted during class. Student Su has something to do after class."

"...Sorry, I wasn't paying attention just now. Just pretend you didn't see or hear anything. It was all just a dream."

Classmates: You think we are kids, playing tricks on us.

Soon the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and many people gathered around, staring at Su Chen with curiosity: "Student Su, what happened to the thousand paper cranes just now? How come they suddenly disappeared and made no sound?"

"This is even better than a cell phone. It's amazing. How does it work? Can you tell us about it?"

"Yeah, yeah, what is the Xuanmen Exchange Conference? It always feels so grand and high-end. Can we do a live broadcast? I can't imagine how many fans we can attract."

Xie Nan said helplessly: "No, the Xuanmen Exchange Conference must be attended by people from the Xuanmen, ordinary people cannot go."

Su Chen shrugged, looking innocent: "I don't understand either. I've never been to one before. Maybe I'll understand if I go this year. Please make way. The air circulation is a bit stuffy."