These schools are set up in towns and cities, employing knowledgeable practitioners to teach various basic spiritual practices and earn money.
There is no limit to the people the academy targets. No matter you were a mountaineer, a slave, a wealthy businessman, or a hawker, as long as you pay enough yuan stones, you can enter the academy to study.
There are also many types of schools, and they are divided into different schools according to their names.
For example, the various schools opened in Songyan City include weapon refining, puppet making, talisman making, alchemy, planting, animal breeding, etc. Chen Xi's younger brother, Chen Hao, previously studied basic swordsmanship at Tianxing Academy.
However, the school also has its limitations. The knowledge imparted is only the most basic and simple. If you want to learn more advanced knowledge, you still have to enter a sect.
As for the sect, there are often high monks in charge. The sect is usually set up in famous mountains and rivers with strong aura, and the conditions for selecting disciples are extremely strict. Those who do not have excellent qualifications and a solid foundation will simply not be able to pass the examination of the sect to recruit disciples, which is far beyond the comparison of those bad schools in the street.
Chen Xi is very aware of how much injustice his younger brother has suffered over the years. Because of himself, he has been ridiculed as a little broom star by children of the same age. No one is willing to contact him, and he does not even have a true friend. If he can become a member of the Thousand Swords Sect, , it is undoubtedly a happy event for my younger brother who is obsessed with practicing swordsmanship, and will also be of great benefit to his growth.
My younger brother is only twelve years old this year. He is talented and intelligent. He has already cultivated to the state of acquired perfection. Under his grandfather's careful training, his foundation is extremely solid. Passing the Thousand Swords Sect's assessment should not be a problem.
Approaching the door of his house, Chen Xi saw from a distance a little girl of five or six years old sitting at the door of his house with her chin in her hands. She had braids on her head and dark eyes, and she looked very cute.
"Brother Chen Xi, where is Xiao Hao? I took his favorite lime candies, but I couldn't wait for him." The little girl saw Chen Xi, trotted over and said happily.
The little girl's name is Xi Xi. She is lively and cute. She has no father and lives with her mother Bai Wanqing. The mother and daughter moved into Songyan City a few years ago and are neighbors of Chen Xi's family. The two families have always had a good relationship.
"He has gone to a distant place to learn from his master. I'm afraid he won't come back in the next few years."
Chen Xi rubbed his little head. He also liked Xixi very much in his heart. The little girl was a few years younger than his brother. Whenever his brother came back from Tianxing Academy, the little girl would play with Chen Hao like a bug, and would take some from time to time. Candy was given to Chen Hao, and the two had a very good relationship.
What is particularly important is that Xixi and her mother Bai Wanqing have never disliked Chen Xi's family, and have never regarded Chen Xi as a broom star. This unadulterated trust made Chen Xi particularly cherish it.
"Far away? Where is the far away?" Xixi raised her face and asked in a daze.
Chen Xi thought for a while and said: "The places that cannot be reached are called distant places. But when Xixi grows up, he can go there."
He groaned, looking downcast and unhappy.
Chen Xi consoled him, "How about you go to my house to play."
Xi Xi's eyes lit up: "Okay, I'm going to see Brother Chen Xi make the talisman."
"follow me."
Seeing that the little girl became happy, a smile appeared on the corners of Chen Xi's lips. It disappeared in an instant and returned to his cold and dull look.
Holding his plump little hand, Chen Xi walked into the house.
On the table are a stack of blank light cyan talisman papers, a plate of dark red ink, and a dark talisman pen.
Chen Xi straightened his back and sat in front of the wooden table, while Xi Xi sat obediently on the small bench next to him, with curiosity on his little face.
"This is pine pattern talisman paper. It is the cheapest type on the market. It is hard and rough in texture. It is generally used to refine the simplest basic talismans." Chen Xi pointed at the pile of light cyan talisman paper and explained softly. .
Xixi nodded like a student and said: "Brother Chen Xi, I remember."
Chen Xi was speechless, shook his head, pointed to the plate of bright red ink, and said: "This plate of ink is drawn from the blood of the Red Flame Deer. The Red Flame Deer itself is one of the lowest demonic birds in the world of cultivation. Except that the blood can be used to make ink for making talismans, there is no use value in the whole body. Even the merchants in the city who make a living by raising demon birds are not willing to tame such useless demon birds."
Xixi nodded and said, "Where's that pen?"
"That's a talisman pen. There are good and bad talisman pens. When making talismans, the talisman patterns outlined by a high-quality talisman pen are not only smooth and well-proportioned, but also can increase the chance of successful talisman making. This talisman pen It’s just an ordinary talisman pen, but it’s enough for me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xi suddenly realized that what he said today seemed to be much more than usual. Could it be that because of the departure of his grandfather and younger brother, he regarded Xixi as the person to confide in
Thinking of this, Chen Xi turned to look at Xi Xi, only to find that the little girl had fallen asleep on the table at some point, with a trace of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth.
Chen Xi had no reason to remember that his younger brother looked like this when he was young, and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. He carefully picked up Xi Xi, put her on his bed and covered her with the quilt, and then sat back down at the wooden table.
Without wasting any more time, Chen Xi picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote with the pen.
Rustle, rustle... The tip of the pen dipped in red ink gently slid over the blank talisman paper. Red slender lines spurted out from the tip of the pen, like spiritual earthworms, following graceful and smooth trajectories on the light cyan pine-marked talisman. Spread quickly on paper.
When making the talisman, Chen Xi was serious and focused. His eyes were fixed on the talisman paper he was writing. His back was as straight as a spear piercing the sky, and his right arm was hanging motionless in the air, like a snake growing out of the cracks in the rocks on the cliff. The strong pine branches did not move at all from beginning to end.
It was his right wrist that moved!
His right wrist is extremely flexible, and he controls the talisman pen in his hand to draw and erase on the talisman paper with an astonishing frequency. His movements are skillful and smooth. Instead of feeling any sluggishness, he is like a gurgling stream. With a light and harmonious rhythm.
When a complex and mysterious pattern blooms quietly on the talisman paper like a flower. The surface of the talisman paper suddenly lit up, then dimmed and returned to normal.
Without looking at it, Chen Xi casually put the first-grade Fire Cloud Talisman aside, then picked up a blank pine pattern talisman paper again and waved it down, unwilling to waste any time.
Five years ago, Chen Xi's grandfather, Chen Tianli, spent his little savings and asked Chen Xi to study at a talisman-making school. After Chen Xi successfully mastered the making of a first-class basic talisman, talisman-making became the mainstay of the three of them. the only source of livelihood.
However, Chen Xi can only make first-class basic talismans. There is no way, the method of making talismans learned in the academy is only first-class. If you want to learn how to make higher-level talismans, you must spend a lot of money to buy corresponding books. The price is too high and Chen Xi cannot accept it.
Even so, Chen Xi was very satisfied.
When he first started making talismans, he could only make five first-grade talismans every day. But now, he has been able to make 30 talismans, which can be exchanged for ten Yuan stones. In the past, he could completely maintain their master's fortune. Sun's family's livelihood can also be provided for his younger brother Chen Hao to learn swordsmanship in the school.
Now, my grandfather and his younger brother are heading to southern Xinjiang, and he is the only one left. As long as he lives frugally, he will be able to save a lot of Yuan Stones in a short time. In this way, it is not impossible to buy higher-grade talismans and make books.
Of course, before that, he first had to pay back the hundred spiritual stones he owed Uncle Zhang.
Time passed by, and in the small and dark room, Chen Xi was sitting at his desk, his expression focused and concentrated, his movements smooth and familiar, and he was immersed in a state of total selflessness. In this state, the blank stack of pine-patterned talisman papers gradually turned into talismans with complex and mysterious patterns over time.
Huh... When he finished making the last talisman, it was already dark. Chen Xi carefully placed the talisman pen on the inkstone, and then he took a long breath, and there was a deep look of exhaustion between his brows. It made his already thin cheeks look even paler.
With his mid-level innate cultivation, the true energy in his body can barely sustain him until he can make thirty first-grade talismans. If he wants to make more, his true energy will skyrocket if his realm improves.
However, it is easy to say, but for Chen Xi, it is extremely difficult to further improve his realm.
His qualifications are not bad, and the "Purple Sky Skill" passed down from his family is not comparable to ordinary things. However, unfortunately, his realm has been stuck in the middle stage of Xiantian for five full years, with no progress.
It is precisely for this reason that grandpa Chen Tianli placed all his hopes on Chen Hao, and he was also arranged to learn how to make talismans... Is it really because he is too stupid
Chen Xi has questioned and denied himself more than once. Only he himself understands the struggle, confusion, pain and loss best.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There was a gentle knock on the door, and along with it, there was a sweet and soft female voice, "Chen Xi, is Xixi at your house?"
Chen Xi woke up from his deep thoughts and opened the door. A beautiful woman stood outside the door. She was dressed in commoner clothes but could not hide the graceful charm of her body. She was none other than Xi Xi's mother, Bai Wanqing.
"Aunt Bai, Xixi is asleep." Chen Xi said.
Bai Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "The little one didn't bother you, I'll take her home right now."
Chen Xi shook his head.
Bai Wanqing knew that he was taciturn and didn't like to talk, so she smiled, entered the room and hugged the sleeping Xixi, and left.
However, not long after, the door rang again, this time the knocking was rapid and intensive, like the beat of a drum.
Chen Xi frowned and opened the door again, but it was Bai Wanqing who came back again, looking anxious.
What happened
Just when Chen Xi was confused, Bai Wanqing shouted quickly: "Quick! Go outside the city quickly, it seems something happened to your grandfather!"
What
Something happened to grandpa
Chen Xi's head buzzed, as if he had been struck by lightning.
(End of chapter)