If she can do it, she will have to do it. If she is really destined to have no talent for talisman art, then these three opportunities will be enough.??

Turning back to the room, Ye Xiyue learned from the previous two lessons, summarized the reasons for the failure, and looked up the "Supreme Secret Sutra". Suddenly, there was an idea in her mind. Perhaps she had done something wrong twice before.

She should draw the runes directly on the talisman paper, instead of drawing them in the air and then moving them to the talisman paper...

With this idea in mind, she started to make talismans for the third time.

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At night, it is as quiet as flowing water.

The black sky, the stars are twinkling, blinking with naughty eyes, watching all the joys and sorrows in the world.

Fantasy Star Pavilion.

The most sacred and most beautiful building in the capital of Jinyang Kingdom.

Located in the north of the capital, it lives next to the imperial palace.

At this time, the lights were already dim, and there was only a hall with faint lights on. A middle-aged man was sitting at the desk table, flipping through the album in front of him.

This middle-aged man is the owner of the hall of Huanxing Pavilion. He often treats himself strictly and others seriously. Everyone calls him Uncle Yan.

The album in front of him was nothing but a variety of pictures of etiquette or celebration.

Uncle Yan flipped through the album, pondered from time to time, and then thought carefully, and finally said in thought: "This picture is not spectacular enough."

Or, “This picture is not very elegant.”

"This is not suitable, this is not suitable."

“…”

Until he saw the last page of the album, Uncle Yan still looked frowning.

At the end, he had to sigh deeply, "Ah, why is it so difficult?"

"Su Wen Uncle Yan is rigorous in his work, takes others seriously, and is undoubtedly even more harsh in himself. When I see him today, it is indeed the case." A pleasant voice like a tinging spring water came from outside the hall.

Uncle Yan was shocked. His martial arts were quite good. He was already in the ranks of masters, but it was not until the sound of this sound that he noticed that someone had come.

After listening to the sound carefully, the album in Uncle Yan's hand fell on the table with a "snap".

He walked from behind the desk to the front in panic. Before the owner of the voice appeared, he knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to the door.

A man in purple robe walked slowly.

Stunning appearance, unparalleled in the world.

He stood in front of Uncle Yan, his cold face was as cold as frost, "Get up."

Uncle Yan was trembling and had not yet come back to his senses from the incident where Huang Junye arrived.

"Sir, are you back?"

Uncle Yan said in surprise with his head down.

"Is it a ghost who is standing in front of you now?"

Uncle Yan shook his head violently, his tongue knotted, "No... I didn't mean that."

No, tomorrow is the time for Master Emperor to come back.

Huang Junye turned around and sat on the soft chair. His posture was lazy and evil. Every move between his eyebrows, he had a momentum of looking down on the world.

He glanced at the picture album on the table, "Do you want to learn experience when you look at this thing?"

Uncle Yan said, and wanted to kneel down again. In front of Huang Junye, he was like a god, and he was suppressed and was definitely obedient.

Huang Junye glanced coldly and said, "Kneel again and you'll get rid of your leg."

Uncle Yan was shocked and stood up straight, with cold sweats flowing on his face.
Chapter completed!