Tonight, when Han Tao accompanied Li Xiaoqiao to the Jue Palace to sing, his mental power was only a little bit short of two thousand.

Just absorbed some of the people on the big scar, and the spiritual power has now passed two days.

Ever since the seal of the Spirit Eye was broken, Han Tao had been absorbing the spiritual power of others without interruption.

After absorption, it is transformed into his spiritual power, of course, he only absorbs the spiritual power of those who are not pleasing to the eye, and does not absorb too much, just suck a little on one person, and others will not notice it at all.

Since there is a conversion process after absorbing spiritual power, Han Tao can't absorb as much as he wants, and now he can absorb more than 100 spiritual power every day.

After Han Tao entered the magic pen space, he saw Gu Ling, who was now the size of a two-year-old child.

"Gu Ling, you're awake!" Han Tao said.

"Nonsense, you can't tell if I'm awake!" Gu Ling said angrily.

Han Tao smiled, and felt that he had asked many times, and then went straight to the point: "Now that I have two thousand spiritual powers, have I opened the spiritual spirit?" ”

"Well, your mental power now has spirituality, you can draw living animals, and you can build this space." Gu Ling said lightly.

"Can I draw people?" Han Tao couldn't help but ask.

"No, your mental power is still small, and you can't draw people." Gu Ling shook his head and said.

Han Tao sighed, somewhat disappointed, he felt that being able to draw talents was the most fashionable thing.

"But you can draw people's souls......" Gu Ling said unclearly.

"What do you mean?" Han Tao frowned and asked.

"Simply put, it's spiritual possession." Gu Ling explained further.

"I still don't understand." Han Tao shook his head again.

"I know you don't understand." Gu Ling said disdainfully.

"You know I don't understand, why don't you explain it clearly." Han Tao was helpless.

"Don't you know what an appetite is?" Gu Ling smirked.

Han Tao was speechless for a moment, and simply stopped talking. He knew that the spirit would explain it to him.

Gu Ling didn't want to sell a lawsuit with Han Tao, a little kid, but no, Gu Ling had lived for thousands of years, and Han Tao was really a little kid in front of his old man.

"To use the simplest analogy, what song do you like to listen to?" Gu Ling said solemnly.

Does it have anything to do with who you like to listen to? Han Tao was puzzled, could it be that Gu Ling wanted to trick him again!

"I don't have time to joke with you little brat." Gu Ling immediately guessed what Han Tao was thinking, and said angrily.

Han Tao smiled, and then casually said the name of a song - Farewell My Concubine.

"Who sang it?"

"Tu Honggang ......"

How can you ask these irrelevant questions! Han Tao was puzzled, but soon Han Tao was relieved, because Gu Ling's question had a lot to do with his explanation.

"Hmm. I'm going to tell you right now. The beauty of the spirit spirit is that if you draw Tu Honggang's appearance, after the spirit is possessed, you will be able to inherit all the knowledge and skills on him. ”

Gu Ling said.

"Inherit knowledge and skills?" Han Tao was stunned. Unsure asked, "Meaning." After Tu Honggang's spirit was attached to me. I'll be able to sing? ”

"That's probably what it means, you know what he knows." Gu Ling said casually.

Hiss......

Han Tao couldn't calm down. This......

"If I paint a painter......

"You can inherit the artistic conception of his paintings."

"If you draw a doctor......

"You're going to treat people naturally."

"Draw a carpenter, draw a chef......"

After Han Tao finished asking, he saw Gu Ling's fierce eyes and shouted, "You stinky boy, you won't do the same!" Such a simple question, I'm embarrassed to ask it! ”

Han Tao smiled dryly, he was so excited, if that was the case, wouldn't it be what he wanted to do, wouldn't it be something?

Everyone else is a skill, he can be multi-skilled! Definitely the all-powerful of all-powerful.

"But ......," said Gu Ling, "you can't draw living people, the law doesn't allow it, and you'll get into trouble." ”

"Can't draw a living person?" Han Tao was stunned again, but then thought that if he couldn't paint, he wouldn't paint, there were so many awesome people in ancient times, and that was enough.

Thinking of this, Han Tao was relieved.

"Why didn't you ask me why?" Gu Ling asked.

"Because you're going to say that you can't divulge it." Han Tao grasped Gu Ling and knew that it would be in vain to ask.

He had another question in his mind, "Is it possible for people from any dynasty to paint?" ”

"As long as it is true in history." The ancient spirit replied.

"Then I don't know what they look like, how do they draw them?" Han Tao asked a crucial question.

"After I fall asleep this time, I will leave a part of my consciousness, if you don't know what it looks like, just tell me, I will pass through the gate of reincarnation and help you."

It's really a service to home! Han Tao threw away the worries in his heart.

"Why do you have to sleep again?" Han Tao said.

"I'm still mentally weak." When Gu Ling said this, he looked much weaker than he had just been.

"I can't hold on for long, if you have any questions, hurry up and ask!" Gu Ling said lightly.

"Am I going to be able to draw things in the magic pen space?" Han Tao hurriedly asked.

"Well, painting flowers, trees, and landscapes can increase your mental power, and if you paint animals growing in space, it will consume your mental power, and if you forget to tell you, the people you draw will stay in the space, and it will also consume your mental power all the time."

Gu Ling explained.

"Oh! I see, when will you wake up next time. Han Tao asked again.

"I'm going to sleep for a long time this time, you feel like you're trying to improve your mental strength! Without spiritual power, it is all empty talk. ”

Gu Ling felt that he had explained clearly, closed his eyes, and disappeared faintly.

Han Tao was excited for a long time, and he could finally build his own world.

Now the magic pen space is the size of two football fields. The surroundings are still white and foggy.

Han Tao couldn't wait to draw a tree, and with a move of his mind, he drew the tree, and after the golden light was sprinkled, it appeared in the space, just like the trees that grew in the outside world, with green leaves and green leaves, growing up to the sky.

Then Han Tao drew a few more flowers and a piece of grass.

After about ten minutes, the number "1" floated from the top of the tree. Han Tao saw that the sum of his spiritual power had increased a little. Immediately excited, roughly estimated, this tree will increase a little mental power in about ten minutes.

The roses in the painting increase a little mental power in fifteen minutes, and the increase in grass is slow. Because it takes less effort to draw grass. So it increases slowly.

Just draw more flowers and trees in the space. My mental power hasn't skyrocketed yet! Han Tao felt that his spring was coming.

Han Tao wanted to draw all his spiritual power into trees, let them grow in the space, and increase his spiritual power without interruption. Drawing a tree costs 80 mental power.

When Han Tao reached the seventh painting, he suddenly thought of something and stopped painting.

By the way, I can now draw people and animals, how can I forget this stubble.

Who should draw it?

Han Tao thought for a while and decided to draw Hua Tuo, if he wanted to, he would be able to turn into a miracle doctor.

The first thing he did after painting it was to go home to treat his father, but Han Tao was disappointed, because if he wanted Hua Tuo to possess his body, he needed to consume more than 3,000 points of spiritual power, and his mental power was much worse.

Han Tao tried to think of a few more people, and the mental power required was different.

In the end, Han Tao summed up that the more awesome the character, the more mental power is consumed, and it doesn't consume much mental power to draw a civilian who has achieved nothing, but it is useless for Han Tao to draw it!

Dispelling the idea of painting people, Han Tao thought of painting animals again, first drawing a mosquito to see what the effect was.

A little mosquito actually consumes fifty points of spiritual power, what a cheat! It seems that living things consume far more mental power than dead things.

Han Tao drew a mosquito.

Buzzing in Han Tao's ears.

For this mosquito, Han Tao has a particularly cordial feeling, as if it is his own child.

"The host ......"

The mosquito can speak, and it can't be regarded as speaking, but its meaning is transmitted to Han Tao's mind.

Han Tao was taken aback.

"I rub, can you talk?"

Han Tao was also nervous, and actually asked a mosquito.

"Master, I drew it by you, of course I can communicate with you." The little mosquito transmits consciousness in turn.

Where is this mosquito, this is a mosquito spirit!

"Master, I'm not a mosquito spirit, I'm a god mosquito, different from other mosquitoes." Little Mosquito Road.

"I'll go ......" Han Tao was speechless, mosquitoes can speak, and his IQ seems to be very high.

"Do mosquitoes have the ability to think?" According to Han Tao's understanding, mosquitoes are brainless.

"Master, I said it all, I am a god mosquito, I am the first living creature you draw, I have inherited the divine power of the magic pen, and I have become the most intelligent mosquito in the world, I am so honored!" The little mosquito waved its little wings and jumped up and down with joy, like a child who had eaten a lollipop.

Han Tao, "......"

That's bloody, isn't it?

"What does the owner's dog blood mean?" The little mosquito seemed to be able to feel Han Tao's mental fluctuations.

"Aren't you the smartest mosquito in the world?" Han Tao teased.

"After all, I just been born and don't understand a lot of things, but it won't be long before I'm smarter than my master."

The little mosquito tuggs on the tunnel.

Han Tao wanted to slap it to death.

"Master, you must not shoot me to death, otherwise you will never be able to draw such a clever and cute little mosquito again." The little mosquito turned his body and bowed to Han Tao.

What the hell is a mosquito spirit!

"To draw a mosquito, you only need fifty points of mental power, I can draw it at any time, and there is no less than one for you." Han Tao said angrily.

"But master, you have to know that the first living creature you draw can give the magic power of the magic brush, and you can't communicate with you if you draw other living creatures." The little mosquito is serious, but it still has a bit of spirit.

No way!

Han Tao didn't believe in evil and drew another mosquito, and after the second mosquito came out, he didn't have any thoughts at all, and flew around in the magic pen space, Han Tao could only control it, and couldn't communicate with it at all.

He drew a fly and a butterfly, but they simply obeyed Han Tao's orders, and Han Tao couldn't communicate with them, let alone let them talk.

This time, Han Tao believed what the little mosquito said.

Suddenly, I wanted to cry without tears, I knew this, I drew a dragon out.

Gu Ling, why didn't you tell me beforehand, I don't want mosquitoes to be my first pet! (To be continued......)