Chapter 24

The family of these two people is very famous in the mortal world, but it is average in the monastic world. Zhangjia in the south of the Yangtze River is famous for papermaking. Almost no one knows them. Similarly, Zhangjia is also a Taoist family. Most of the disciples in the family practice aisle skills, but their accomplishments are very low. Most of them look like they are in the first or second level of Qi training period. Those with better qualifications are sent to Tianming sect, such as Zhang Yuan and Zhang He.

In front of them, one is Zhang Xiu and the other is Zhang Jian. They are the same father and mother. However, these two people are not born directly, and their qualifications are general. After more than ten years of cultivation, they still have three levels of Qi training period. Therefore, they are not qualified to enter the national religion. They left the family this time in order to attend the casual repair trade conference held in the state of Zhao a month later.

When Zhang Jian heard what his elder brother said, he was stunned and said, "elder brother, what grade of yellow paper did the family ask you to bring this time? Can you sell so many spirit stones?"

Seeing his brother's different look on his face, Zhang Xiu smiled and said in a low voice, "this time, he came out with not only yellow paper, but also top-grade cinnabar and brush."

Zhangjia in Jiangnan started with papermaking. In just 200 years, it has involved many industries, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, each of which is very famous in the industry. In particular, the white paper they make is unique. A hundred years ago, the patriarch of Zhangjia met a sanxiu, who taught him some fairies and asked him to make some yellow paper, cinnabar and so on. As a result, Zhangjia's business from mortals to within the monastic circle.

Zhang Jian's face was full of surprise and said, "really, this family is going to develop."

"Yes!" agreed Zhang Xiu. "This time, let's try to get some julingdan and improve our cultivation as soon as possible."

Zhang Jian nodded and suddenly thought of something and said, "brother, have you heard what Zhang Yuan said back?"

"I heard." Zhang Xiu said, "I heard that Zhang he lost to a disciple on the fifth floor of the Qi training period and was locked up. I don't know when he can come out!"

Zhang Jian looked puzzled and said, "I don't understand how he could be defeated by the fifth floor disciples in the Qi training period."

"It's hard to say what's going on in the cultivation world!" Zhang Xiu sighed and said slowly, "you know what's going on recently! The disciple's name is Han Bin. There's a lot of internal rumors about the Empire, and I don't know if he's caught." at this point, his tone was worried.

Zhang Jian snorted coldly and said, "elder brother, what are you worried about? The state religion and the royal family are fighting at the same time. What waves can he make when he is a disciple on the fifth floor during the Qi training period."

"It's best not to lift it out. If it does, our family may suffer." Zhang Xiu's eyes flicker and his voice becomes dignified. "I have a hunch that if Han Bin doesn't die this time, there will be a bloodbath in the Empire and even a change of Dynasty in the near future."

Zhang Jian's eyes were full of disapproval and said sarcastically, "I don't believe how capable he is! If he appears in front of me, I can crush him with one finger..." just after that, there was a strong wind in the woods in front of him, a figure suddenly appeared, and then turned around.

Seeing that he suddenly appeared in the crowd, everyone was stunned. Zhang Xiu quickly got up and his divine knowledge swept over the other party. He felt relieved that he had only five levels of cultivation during the Qi practice period. If the other side's accomplishments are too high, they can only run for their lives, but the fifth floor of the Qi training period is nothing. They have more than ten monks, enough to deal with it.

The person who suddenly appeared was Han Bin. Han Bin looked cold, looked at Zhang Jian and said, "you just said that a finger can kill Han Bin, didn't you?"

Zhang Jian didn't respond, nodded and said, "good..."

Zhang Xiu's face sank. Just when he wanted to speak, Han Bin took a step first.

Han Bin raised his right hand, a white light scattered between his fingers and went straight to Zhang Jian. The white light was so fast that it flew into his body in the twinkling of an eye. His body trembled and fell to the ground without breath. At the same time, his soul could not escape the pursuit of Lingli finger and was swallowed up by it.

Zhang Xiu's face became very ugly, her legs trembled slightly, and she said in horror, "you, you are Han Bin."

Han Bin listened to the conversation clearly. He looked at Zhang Xiu and said, "you are very smart and good analysis. I won't kill you today." his voice was cold and continued: "leave the storage bag and get out!"

Zhang Xiu's face was as gray as death, and there was a cold sweat on her forehead. After hearing this, she was relieved. She hurriedly took down the storage bag from her waist, threw it underground, and then turned around and ran away. The same is true of those people. They leave quickly after throwing away the storage bag. The speed is amazing. It seems that if they stay for a moment, they will become a corpse like Zhang Jian.

With a wave of Han Bin's long sleeve, all the storage bags on the ground were suspended in the air and flew to his place. Han Bin picked up Zhang Xiu's storage bag, easily erased the divine consciousness on it and looked at it. The storage bag is full of things for making symbols, yellow paper, vermilion, brush, everything. In terms of quality, they are all the best.

After seeing these things, Han Bin showed a faint smile at the corners of his mouth. After Liu Xihan left, he didn't do anything smoothly over the years. Today, he was lucky. A baby fell from the sky. Han Bin raised his head, stared at the sky and murmured, "the way of heaven is changing. I should try my best to practice."

Ten miles away, Zhang Xiu vomited a mouthful of blood during the flight. His expression was depressed and his eyes were full of disbelief. "How is it possible that the divine knowledge in the storage bag was added with a secret method. Even the friar in the foundation period could not easily open it, how could he erase my divine knowledge." the divine knowledge was closely connected with him. When Han Bin erased his divine knowledge, he had seriously injured him.

Han Bin is so anxious to leave the seven days mountain range. He just wants to attend the trading conference in a month. He can get some yellow paper vermilion to see if he can make ancient spells. Since God sent these things in front of him, there is no need to leave here in a hurry. Although Qitian mountain is dangerous, it is also the safest place. After entering the state of Zhao, if the identity is found, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Looking up, Han Bin took a look at the mountains not far away, turned into a streamer and ran straight away.

When Han Bin came to the mountains, he offered his flying sword. He saw the flashing light of the sword and the bursting of stones, and a cave was formed. Han Bin enters the cave, arranges a simple array, and takes out yellow paper, cinnabar and other amulets from the storage bag. Han Bin never knew how to start the first time he made a charm. Thinking about the charm, he first laid a piece of yellow paper on the stone table, then picked up a brush, stained with some cinnabar, and slowly drew it according to the charm in his memory.

Han Bin did not draw the ancient spells that appeared on the jade wall, but drew the simplest wind charm. Time passed slowly. After about a incense stick, the Yufeng amulet was finished. Han Bin painted very carefully. He would think twice every time he dropped a stroke, because he was so focused that his hand holding the brush was soaked with sweat.

However, the result of the painting is quite satisfactory. At a glance, it is no different from the Yufeng symbol.

The next moment, Han Bin's face changed, because he could not sense any spiritual power fluctuation from the spell. He smiled bitterly and said, "I forgot such an important problem." helpless, Han Bin could only take out another piece of yellow paper and continue to draw the symbol. This time, the spirit power was concentrated in the brush when drawing symbols. Although the lines drawn were no different from those just now, there was a trace of spirit in them. With the passage of time, the whole spell had been basically completed. When he drew the last stroke, the psychic power on the yellow paper was in chaos, and then burned itself.