Chapter 14: Meng You

　　　　 was about to return to the residence, Zhou Shu's footsteps became more brisk.
　　 At this time, he saw a few blue-shirted monks surrounding his hut, seeming to be arguing about something, among them there was the cry of a child, which was very noisy.
　　 "Master Cultivator, let me give you two more days of grace. I promise to pay the spirit stone next month."
　　 A middle-aged man led a child, pleading hard.
　　 The blue-shirted repairman had a grim expression, "Any allowance? You haven't paid the rent for three months, and all of them are like you. Our shop can't do it yet."
Another person said, "You mortals, all day long thinking about encountering Xianyuan, but Xianyuan has such a good encounter, not to mention that you don't have a spiritual root. I advise you to go back to farm as soon as possible and raise a good son, he and you Living here is really suffering."
　　 "Sir, Cultivator, if you allow a few more days, I will be able to find it soon. My son must have spiritual roots. If you don't cultivate immortality, it will be wasted..."
　　 The voice of the middle-aged man is getting smaller and smaller.
　　 Zhou Shu looked at several people, and said nothing. This middle-aged man is called Meng Da and lives next door to him.
　　 Meng Da firmly believes that his son has spiritual roots, and he brought his son to Qingxiafang City, wanting to hit the fairyland. It was also a coincidence that on the first day I found a Tier 2 spirit grass on the edge of the Qingyuan Mountain Range, exchanged a few spirit stones, and settled down.
　　 Since then, Mengda is more confident, wanting to gather enough Lingshi to find a cultivator as a teacher for his son, and even worship into the sect.
　　 But how is the spirit stone so good? It is not easy for a cultivator to earn it, let alone a mortal. For more than half a year, Meng University has searched around the Qingyuan Mountain Range every day, and almost lost his life several times, but never found any spiritual stone.
　　 The law enforcement cultivator saw him sincerely, and he stayed for a while, but now after three months, it would not be in line with Fang City's rules if he didn't go, and he could only be forced to leave.
　　 Mengda looked at several cultivators and knelt down with a splash, "Master cultivator, give me another month, I will definitely find..."
　　 The cultivators looked at each other a few times, shook their heads, "No."
　　 Mengda’s complexion turned dark gray for a moment, as if he was dead. The seven or eight-year-old son took him by the hand for a long time, and there was no movement.
　　 "Several stewards, this spirit stone is his rent this month."
　　 Zhou Shu took out a low-grade spirit stone and handed it to the blue repairer.
　　Meng Da was overjoyed, and quickly bowed to Zhou Shu, "Thank you, Master Xiu, and thank you, Master Zhou."
　　 Zhou Shu stepped aside, did not receive this worship, and said calmly, "Xianyuan is not so easy to meet, so think about it."
　　 The last spiritual stone, kept useless, and sent it out as a good relationship, he would not think much about anything else.
　　 walked back to the hut and sat on the futon. Everything in the outside world had nothing to do with it anymore. He bowed his eyebrows and closed his eyes, all his mind was placed on the Cuiyan pen in his hand.
　　 A trace of spiritual power is injected into the pen body, circulating.
　　 At the same time, his brain seemed to be a fully-powered machine, running like crazy.
All the information of 　　 Cui Yan Pen was entered into his brain without omission, and then a long time of calculation and deduction began.
　　 Four days passed quickly, and he finally opened his eyes, with a bright light flashing in his eyes, full of confidence.
　　 Zhou Shu spread a piece of white paper in front of him.
　　 Before drawing his first talisman, he must first draw a picture, test the talisman pen, and find out the feeling.
　　 Holding the Cuiyan pen, spiritual power emerged from his hand, instantly divided into 108 extremely subtle spiritual power streams, which were accurately wound around the flexible smoke cloud grass.
　　 There is a tiny drop of ink on every brush thinner than a hair, and they don’t interfere with each other.
　　The insignificant brushstrokes fall on the paper as softly as a stream flows. One hundred and eight scratches, each going its own way, wandering like clouds and flowing water, as if there is life, and soon merged into a budding lotus.
　　 Hua Cheng Shuo pen, the spiritual power is recovered at the same time, the Cui Yan pen is as clean as a wash, there is no trace of ink left, every point is used on the paper.
　　 Although it's just a painting and not a symbol, if anyone else sees this scene, they will definitely scream!
　　 Such precise and perfect spiritual power control can really be described as horror.
　　 Even if it is a cultivator who builds a foundation realm or even a condensed vein realm, it is impossible to use spiritual power to this degree.
　　 Zhou Shu, who was on the first level of the Qi Refining Realm, did it easily with a discarded talisman pen.
　　 Looking at the agile and living creatures, as if the lotus blossoms at any time, Zhou Shu nodded with satisfaction, rubbing the pen in his hand, quite excited.
　　 Cui Yanbi, the discarded talisman pen, is in his hand like the most superior magic weapon, like a finger arm, making the royal follow his heart.
　　 "The previous foundation is coordinated with calculations and deductions, plus the use of spiritual power and the Cuiyan pen, drawing talisman should be no problem."
　　 嘭, 嘭
　　 Zhou Shu was about to draw a symbol, but he heard someone knock on the door.
　　 opened the door and saw that a seven or eight-year-old child stood in the doorway, with his hands behind his back, bends over to salute him.
　　 Zhou Shu raised his hand, "Don't be polite, what's the matter?"
　　The visitor is Meng You, the son of Meng University next door.
　　 Meng You whispered, "Brother Zhou, I'm leaving."
　　 "Oh, are you going back?"
　　 The expression on Meng You’s face is a bit weird, "No. My father ran into Xianyuan in the mountains two days ago, and a fairy teacher said that he would take me to the Sixi Sect to participate in the introductory test. UU reading www.uukanshu.cOM"
　　 Zhou Shu nodded slightly. He didn't expect Mengda to actually hit Xianyuan, as if it was destined in the vastness.
　　 "When my father wants me to cultivate immortality, I must thank you very much, Brother Zhou." Meng You said seriously.
　　 "Where is your father?"
　　 Meng You's small face moved slightly, and he couldn't see whether it was sad or emotional. "Father... he fell off the cliff in order to collect the spiritual grass. He was rescued by the fairy master and died happy when he went home."
"So that's the case……"
　　 Zhou Shu was taken aback. It was really his own days when he gained and lost. It is no wonder that Meng You has such a complicated expression and has undergone tremendous changes at such a young age.
　　 "Brother Zhou, this baby is for you."
　　 Meng You thought for a while, took out the hand that had been behind her back, holding a dark thing in her small hand.
When 　　 looked closely, it was a sturdy black beetle, with a palm-sized, shiny carapace, double horns on the head, and small eyes turning back and forth, seeming to be flashing.
　　 Zhou Shu questioned, "This is?"
　　 "I don't know what it is. I caught it when I went out to play last month. This is my most precious thing. Brother Zhou, you must accept it."
　　 Meng You raised his small hand high, and desperately stuffed Zhou Shu on his body, as if he would not give up.
　　 "Okay, I will accept it."
　　 Zhou Shu took it. It didn’t seem to be a valuable thing, but the child felt it was precious, and there was no need to make the child sad.
　　 "Thank you Brother Zhou." Meng You smiled innocently, bowed and turned away.
　　 Zhou Shu threw the beetle into the house casually. The beetle crawled on the ground for a few laps, and finally ran down on the futon, as if he was asleep.
　　 Zhou Shu smiled, ignored it and continued to work on his own.