Zheng Fang muttered in his heart, wanting to look up and look around, but found that he couldn't move at all, only maintained an angle of looking at the horse from behind, and seemed to be moving with the horse's movement. Is this the pollution of mental power? Just a horse's ass, what can it pollute? Zheng Fang said secretly, it's boring, okay.

The horse just ran forward, Zheng Fang also realized at this time that he should be in a carriage, with his consciousness, there were some things in front of him that were gradually outlined by black lines, and the reins of the horse and the front part of the carriage gradually appeared. Zheng Fang thought it was interesting, and said in his heart, there should be trees on both sides of the road, and with his thoughts, the street trees on both sides of the road were outlined by black lines again, and the trees outlined by these black lines seemed to be blown by the invisible wind, swaying slightly.

Zheng Fang was amazed, and at this time, everything in front of him seemed to be on a drawing board smeared with messy colors, and an invisible painter was painting with black lines. Zheng Fang was inspired, and said in his heart, he didn't know if he could add color to the things outlined by these black lines, so he imagined a green tree, and as a result, a large chaotic color block in front of him was instantly missing, and the street trees on both sides were indeed covered with green, which was the same as his imagination.

Zheng Fang's heart was playful, and he imagined the horses in front of him, in the movie he just watched last night, he had seen a jujube red war horse, so he imagined that the horses running in front of him should be jujube red, but unexpectedly, as soon as he thought about it like this, a wave of boredom came to his heart, and he was so frightened that he quickly stopped, that kind of boredom was clearly the situation that Principal Huang reminded him to pay attention to, it seems that this horse should not be jujube red, once he thinks wrongly, he may be polluted by the residue of mental power.

Imagining that the color of the horse had gone wrong, Zheng Fang was a little frightened, so he stopped imagining, intending to see if there would be any changes if he didn't take any action. He waited quietly for a while, and found that there were still changes, the horses seemed to be being colored, most of the colors in the color block were wandering, but some colors remained, Zheng Fang didn't see what color it was for a short time, and then the trees on both sides seemed to be becoming clearer and clearer, it turned out to be just a green lump, and slowly, there were already branches and leaves in it.

Zheng Fang waited for a while, feeling that time was too slow, and he was worried that it would take him so long to clean up just a piece of spiritual power, and he didn't know how to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Month, thinking like this, he wanted to speed up some speed, he didn't dare to imagine it again, but paid attention to the color of the horse in front of him, which should be brown, as soon as he thought about it, the color of the horse in front of him had changed, and the chaotic color blocks were differentiated again, and the color of the horse was fixed.

At this moment, Zheng Fang already had a bottom in his heart, and he tried his best to find the places in the foreground that he hadn't noticed, a piece of box board sticking out, a fluttering placket, and a pair of hands pulling the reins...... As for the color, he can be sure of it, and if he can't be sure, he chooses from those chaotic color blocks, which is not only like painting with his mind, but also like playing a certain filling game.

In the process of doing these things, Zheng Fang made several mistakes, but fortunately, every time he felt different, Zheng Fang hurriedly stopped, it may be that Zheng Fang's mental power is really strong, or it may be because Zheng Fang stopped in time, every time there is no danger, when the last color block was filled into a mass of objects in the ground, Zheng Fang suddenly found that the horses have actually been repeating a road.

In the process of Zheng Fang's filling, there is always a mess of color blocks that cannot be separated, and there is nothing to fill. Until he noticed the right side of the road, every once in a while, there would be a piece that looked like an eraser in a painting, and he tried to guess what that thing was, a stone, too long, a fallen tree, which did not match the color of the color block that he had not separated, and as time went by, the thing itself gradually took shape, and when Zheng Fang guessed that the thing was actually an upside-down ghost corpse based on the gradual appearance of the thing, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

Zheng Fang didn't care about it, and hurriedly smeared the color on the corpse through his mind, and the appearance of the corpse gradually became clearer, Zheng Fang found that the left chest of the corpse's back seemed to be stabbed by some sharp weapon, and it was a large piece of red, and the corpse's face was crooked towards the road, and when Zheng Fang's mind followed his gaze to paint the last touch of color on the corpse's face, he suddenly found that it was indeed a monkey face, his eyes were closed, the corners of his mouth were curved upward, and a mysterious smile appeared.

As soon as Zheng Fang saw clearly, he felt that it was dark in front of him, and when his eyesight was restored again, he found that he had returned to the narrow partition, and Principal Huang was standing beside him, surrounded by colorful lights and shadows, as if they were in a glass house.

"How do you feel?" Before Zheng Fang could come to his senses, Principal Huang's voice had already sounded.

"Nothing, a horse, and a dead ghost. Zheng Fang replied casually.

"I'm asking how you feel and if your brain is unwell?" asked Principal Huang.

Zheng Fang rolled his eyes and tried to feel it, and shook his head at Principal Huang: "It's okay, I think." ”

Principal Huang said angrily: "Good is good, bad is bad, this kind of thing is not a joke, if there is any discomfort in the brain, no matter how small, we must go out, and come back when you recover, don't be in a hurry." ”

Seeing Principal Huang say this, Zheng Fang seriously felt his state again, and found that not only did he not have any bad feelings, but his spirit seemed to be better than just now, and he immediately said to Principal Huang: "No problem, it's good." ”

Seeing this, Principal Huang took a closer look at Zheng Fang's expression, and saw that he didn't look like a fake, so he nodded and said, "Now that we have gathered a lot around us, I will break up some and let another piece in, you pay attention." ”

Zheng Fang nodded and asked, "How much time did I spend just now?" he had been worried that he had spent too much time, and at this moment he wanted to know the exact time, so as to have a rough estimate of how much he could clean up tonight.

Principal Huang glanced at him and said, "It's just a moment, don't be affected by the time in the residual spiritual power, the time inside is different from the outside world, and if it is too deeply affected, you will have a sense of time disorder." ”

Zheng Fang listened to Principal Huang's words and smashed his mouth, and there is such a thing, I seem to be deeply affected by the time inside, and I always feel that a long time has passed, but my sense of time is so-so, and if it is messy, it will be messy, and it will be a big deal to practice it slowly, Zheng Fang thought so, nodded, and stopped talking.

Principal Huang saw Zheng Fang nodding, and his body shook at the moment, and a vigorous force centered on the two of them swept away, and the remnants of their spiritual power scattered violently, and between these scattered fragments, a fragment actually went the opposite way and flew towards Zheng Fang.

Zheng Fang didn't know that Principal Huang's hand, the control of power, had reached the pinnacle, just like in the flying dust, not only did not let a grain of sand and dust get wet, but also picked up a grain of fine sand, although there was a use of Zheng Fang's attraction to the remnants of spiritual power, but this control can still be said to be shocking.

However, Zheng Fang is obviously still ignorant of all this, this kind of grand and subtle control is not as exciting as turning a somersault for him, his strength and knowledge are still too far behind.

Zheng Fang's eyes were dark, and he entered the second piece of spiritual power residue, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was on the top of a mountain, with white clouds in the distance, and trees around him. He couldn't help but be taken aback, it was not that he had been polluted by his spiritual power, otherwise how could such a change occur.

He was puzzled in his heart, but he also knew that now was not the time to think deeply, anyway, when he went out, he could ask Principal Huang, and immediately like last time, he looked for the blank space of the picture, imagined and colored, this fragment was much simpler than the last time, and there was a record of the last time, Zheng Fang didn't take long to complete, the only trouble was at the foot of the mountain, there was a village in the distance, and there were some shadows of strange ghosts shaking, but these effects were not great, with the first experience, Zheng Fang's eyes soon darkened, and he left the fragment.

After coming out, Principal Huang asked him how he felt as usual, and Zheng Fang said: "I don't feel like there's anything wrong, but there's still something wrong." ”

Principal Huang frowned and said, "If something is wrong, say it and listen." ”

Zheng conveniently told Principal Huang about the situation that he had entered the debris twice, and finally frowned and asked worriedly, "Is this that I have been contaminated?"

Principal Huang listened to him and smiled: "It's okay, I'll explain to you after I go out, let's have another piece below, there is not much time, clean up one by one." As he spoke, he scattered the fragments around him again, but let go of another one, Zheng Fang pouted and continued to work.

Next, the two stopped talking, and cleaned up hundreds of pieces in one breath, and after reaching 300 pieces, Principal Huang was a little worried about Zheng Fang's situation, but it is strange to say that Zheng Fang's spirit was excellent, and he was still a little sleepy when he came, but at this time, he was in good spirits as if he had just gotten up in the morning, so it was not right, he was still a little confused when he got up in the morning, Zheng Fang was not confused at all now, and his spirit had never been sober.