Since He Qing came back to his memory, he played a set of "Alchemy" of unknown origin in the school woods every day, although this practice can gather qi to refine the soul and body, but ordinary people look like it is just a specious Tai Chi, and sometimes the rhythm is strange, and several old professors in the school are practicing with it, saying that there is a sense of rhythm of square dancing......

The rhythm of the real square dance is too fast, and their group of old arms and legs can't keep up, but He Qing is still good, and he learns casually twice, and it seems that his breathing is much smoother. They didn't know www.biquge.info that it was because He Qing's aura gathered when he was cultivating, and ordinary people would inevitably feel it when they were in it. Because of this, a group of six male and female professors followed together every day.

He Qing, the leader: ......

A group of people exercised for more than half an hour, and He Qing stood up, and she didn't know how her body raised by the water and soil in the countryside could be so dirty, she had been practicing for a year, and there was still a lot of gray sweat every day, and when she was close, she could smell the fishy smell. At the very beginning, every day was like rolling in a stinking gutter, and everyone would have to retreat.

Fortunately, because the old man breathes aura, it will be discharged more or less, and everyone stinks, so it doesn't matter.

After practicing, Professor Lin, who teaches Mandarin, sighed again: "This Tai Chi for exercising the body is really not ordinary, and every time I practice, there is a feeling of detoxification, but it is only effective when we are all together, but it's a pity." I went home and called my son, but he didn't believe him. ”

Professor Li, who teaches politics, is a foreign-style old lady, and when she heard this, she also smiled and said: "Yes, yes, yes, the children are very lazy, they don't believe it, but my little grandson is fascinated by reading novels...... Don't say it, I read a book yesterday, and it's very well written, and people detoxify like this is called washing the marrow, and it can also build a foundation!"

He Qing: Although this does have a bit of a marrow washing effect, when you say this, you always feel that something is wrong......

She remembered today's purpose and hurriedly said to Professor Lin, "Professor, do you still have a brush at home that you don't use, can you give me one?"

Professor Lin couldn't help but have a toothache, this kid wants his old brush every day, and he doesn't stumble on that part when he looks at it! Give her a new one, she doesn't want it, sometimes a pen is only used twice to give her the old one, and she doesn't want it...... Every day, I hold the brush head that I use that is almost bald, and I think that I am more good at writing and a famous person!

However, other children are eager to learn, holding their old pen every time, which is very religious, of course, Professor Lin only likes it more, and he can't shirk it.

As he was pondering, he heard that the professor next to him was unhappy: "Ah Qing, why do you have to ask for Old Man Lin's pen, he can write calligraphy, and we are not bad at writing! Let's go, I have it at home, it's still good!"

He Qing smiled bitterly, how can you say this?

The reason why she only needs Professor Lin's pen is because Professor Lin has a peaceful mind and often writes articles similar to "Lao Zhuang", especially "Tao Te Ching" and "Zhuangzi", the words of which are handwritten by respected teachers, the former can give the brush Taoyun, and the latter can make the mind calm and natural. Invite these old pens back, although they are not as good as some special materials, but they are also spiritual.

As for the others, they teach Ma Zhe, mathematics and etiquette...... Although it is also a decades of literary style, it is difficult to draw bald strokes, and these are not compatible......

She was helpless, but Professor Lin couldn't look at it, so she quickly found an excuse to take her home.

"This pen is the last one I used, do you like it? If you like it, take it back." ”

Seeing the student holding it in both hands, Professor Lin became more and more satisfied, and pointed to her: "You also took away the three pens, the previous pens are bald, and you can't practice calligraphy, if you really like it so much, you can also change some materials and ask someone else to do it." On the front door of Zhongxuan Street, there is a Mo Bao Zhai, you go to see, he has a complete range of things, finished and semi-finished products can be processed, you should be able to choose the pen you like. ”

He Qing nodded hurriedly, he had a good pen, who wanted to use the bald one, and the ink would not be licked evenly.

The Mobao Zhai on Zhongxuan Street is an old shop, and it is said to be very inherited, but because it only receives regular customers, He Qing did not go once.

Since Professor Lin said this today, proving that he is willing to guarantee himself, He Qing was overjoyed, thanked him again and again, and decided that if he really had a good pen, he would get some cinnabar and draw some talismans for Professor Lin and them.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Professor Lin to have a handwritten letter for her. He Qing was happy, and hurriedly went out and went straight to Zhongxuan Street.

However, when she left the school gate, she realized that it was not yet seven o'clock, and there was no store open on the street, so she couldn't help but be depressed. However, he still did not give up, and passed with the mentality of just in case, who would have thought that Mobao Zhai would actually open the door!

So diligent!

He Qing entered the door happily, there was also a male customer in the store, his expression was gloomy, and his whole aura was very depressed, He Qing carefully avoided him, and there was a faint smell of a familiar and strange smell in his nose.

She suppressed the doubts in her heart and handed Professor Lin's handbook to the careless boss: "Boss, I want to buy a brush, is there a better one?"

The boss is a middle-aged man who looks like Maitreya Buddha. Before He Qing came in, he ignored the male guest, but as soon as he saw Professor Lin's letter, he immediately smiled: "Yes, there are all of them, I have all the things here...... What does the little girl want?"

He Qing thought about it, and although he wasn't sure if there was one, he still asked tentatively, "Is there a talisman pen?"

The boss's face remained unchanged, and he said with a smile: "What kind of talisman brush?"

That seems to be gone.

Although He Qing had already guessed, he was still a little disappointed, so he planned to retreat to the second: "Then there is a peachwood ......"

Wrong!

He Qing raised his head suddenly, the smell on the man's body just now was the smell of cinnabar! That is to say, the poisonous mercury gas emitted by heating the cinnabar! Generally speaking, only certain sand refining methods would do this, and ordinary people could not bear this kind of poison at all......

Also, the incense lit in the store, this indifferent and long aroma, smells like sandalwood, but in fact, it is benzoin made of peach wood gray ambergris, etc., a cost of about 30,000 yuan, which can calm the soul and attract wealth, making the Lingtai clear. is not an insider, who is so tyrant to order this?

He Qing looked at the boss and seemed to be smiling: There is really nowhere to find it when he breaks through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

For nearly two years, she has been looking for a place with these things, but she didn't expect it to be right under her nose!

She nodded to the counter: "I want a good talisman pen, cinnabar, and yellow mounted paper, and dried black dog blood powder......

The boss glanced at her, but he really didn't expect such a seemingly ordinary little girl to have such eyesight, and after thinking about it, he still put it out the same: "Five hundred years of lightning strikes peach wood runes, 500,000." Millennial cinnabar side, 600,000. Yellow table paper, 10,000 knives. Taiyin black dog blood, three thousand yuan per gram. ”

HE Qing: ......

"You're robbing money!"