At this moment, the old man was like a bad old man in the countryside who was dry and not very energetic, and he had become a heroic ancient writer and writer.

It is not very appropriate to say that he is a writer and a writer, because what he gradually showed at this time was not a pure literati temperament who read poetry and books, but more of a kind of non-anger and self-authority that people dare not look at directly, and even have a hint of contempt for all beings.

Not only me, but even my parents, Sister Yun, Zhang Xiaowei and all the other people in the hall at this time felt the unusual changes in the old man.

It was at this moment that as soon as it appeared, it climbed steadily, as if the breath that had been brewing for a long time was also concentrated in the old man to a critical point, and then he opened his eyes suddenly, and the light under his eyes was bright.

Looking at his open eyes, I couldn't help but feel a shock in my heart.

In the next moment, the old man had already picked up the brush resting on the pen holder of Wuzhishan, and after quickly dipping it in a thick ink, he put his left hand behind him, and drew it on the rice paper with great speed and force.

There was a hula sound, and at the moment when the tip of his pen fell on the paper, there was no warning outside, and at the same time a strong wind blew, and the bare branches of the roadside trees that had sprouted sprouts because of the warm sun for several days, and slammed on the closed or unclosed windows and doors of the farmhouse.

The pen falls into a storm!

I was suddenly shocked in my heart, and even my face changed a little, and I watched the whole person's aura change in disbelief, as if I had really become an ancient high roller, an old man standing behind the table of the Eight Immortals with his hands and splashing ink.

The pen fell into a storm? Is there really such an incredible thing?

What's going on? That's not what the old man taught me! Could it be that the techniques he has taught me for so many years are all fake, not real spiritual painting, and what he shows at this time is the real one?

In the strong shock and incredulity, I saw the old man standing motionless at his feet, standing on the head of the Eight Immortals, hanging the wrist of the pen, shaking at a very fast frequency, extremely fast and powerful, hovering from time to time, leaving the rice paper at a faster speed, licking the black and shiny thick ink in the inkstone, on the steady rice paper, extremely wild and heroic, if you don't look at the rice paper, only from the action point of view, it is completely like scribbling, but if you look at the content on the rice paper, But it can be found that this is not the case at all, although the old man's pen speed is very fast, but each stroke is very stable, not messy at all, the content that has been sketched is also very neat, and I don't feel at all that there is any sign that the stroke is wrong.

The reason why the pen is holding the pen, the tip of the pen dances with the high-frequency shaking of the wrist, giving people a feeling of scribbling, is because every time the old man makes a stroke, the tip of the pen has to fly in the air several times before it really falls.

Every shake of the wrist is a build-up for the next stroke!

Write like a god!

The real pen is like a god! This is something that the old man has never shown, or to be precise, a new way of painting that I have never shown in front of me, and I have never seen it, or even heard it mentioned by him.

Seeing that his feet were as motionless as a mountain, as if he was firmly nailed to the ground, with one hand behind him, the other hand hanging with a pen tossing and turning, the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, and the scene of the wind blowing outside the house, I suddenly gradually understood.

This is the real spirit of painting, and what I have learned for more than ten years is just a few scratches, equivalent to just going to primary school, and there is still a long way to go before graduation, and it is likely that even primary school has not yet been reached, and it is still in the stage of preschool and kindergarten.

As the old man put pen to paper more and more, the content on the map began to take shape and gradually appeared, and I gradually discovered that it was completely different from all the spiritual maps I had drawn.

Because what the old man painted was not those mysterious patterns that I was already familiar with and deeply rooted in my mind, that is, the twists and turns that Li Lin said during the day, but he was really painting Tianguan.

Although it is inevitable that it will look rough and even a little blurry due to the reason that the pen is too fast, it can still be seen that the old man painted the image of the Emperor Tianguan Ziwei wearing a gilded hat, wearing flowing clouds, holding jade boards, and stepping on auspicious clouds, rather than those complex and incomprehensible twists and turns.

The real Heavenly Official's blessing map!

After concentrating and holding my breath, I didn't dare at all, and I was reluctant to miss any trace of it after looking at it for a while, I understood again, it turned out that the old man did not completely abandon the twists and turns that taught me, in fact, every time he put down the pen, his wrist trembled, and the tip of the pen flew in the air, all of which were drawing those complex patterns, but when the pen finally fell, it was just a stroke on the image of Tianguan.

Is this the real way to draw a spiritual map?

The answer is obvious......

When I really understood the mystery of the tip of the pen dipped in ink, dancing like a dragon and a flying phoenix in the sky above the rice paper, the old man's movements gradually eased down after experiencing a dense and orderly beating like a cloud, like a raindrop.

At this time, the blessing map of the heavenly officials under his command was also nearing the end, and the complete image of the emperor of the heavenly officials Ziwei also appeared on the rice paper under his strokes.

Finally, as his last stroke fell, and after leaving the paper again, the Heavenly Official's blessing map was completed.

Although it seems a little complicated and blurry, it is far clearer than my kind of painting, where there is no specific image to the naked eye.

However, what I didn't expect was that at the moment when the old man put away the pen and put it on the pen stand, a strange change happened again.

First of all, the wind outside the house never stopped, and the hula suddenly became more violent, and the whimpering wind howled instantly, mixed with the breaking and falling of tree branches, the sudden slamming of unclosed doors and windows, or the sound of being opened by the strong wind, crackling and crackling.

At the same time, the lines on the Heavenly Official Blessing Diagram that had not yet had time to dry up and solidify suddenly discovered a change that was clearly visible to the naked eye, as if it had vitality in an instant, and it squirmed on its own, and in just two or three blinks of an eye, it was condensed from the originally somewhat rough and chaotic lines into an extremely clear and lifelike black and white portrait of the Emperor Ziwei.

At this moment, the whole picture became extremely clear, and the image of Ziwei the Great seemed to be not painted, but originally on it, and it was about to come out!

There was a loud bang, and the gate of my yard was measured from the outside, and there was a drainage ditch across the main body of the house, which was both a pigsty and a firewood house, and a wooden window that was not closed all the year round, and finally could not withstand the raging wind, and at the same time, the glass shattered in response.

In addition to the strong wind, it is difficult for others to feel anything else, but I have the Twelve Yuanchen Talisman, and I am naturally more sensitive to some breaths, not to mention that at this moment, the Twelve Yuanchen also stimulated it on its own, so I can feel it more clearly, and even hear it.

In a sudden scream, which sounded like a white-faced scholar, full of fear, two cold breaths urgently retreated from near my house, and in a larger range, I vaguely felt that there was some eerie aura, shivering in the wind.

At the same time, a majestic and sacred aura began to permeate the hall.

Before he could react from this series of changes, the old man who put down the brush picked up the lifelike and eager Heavenly Official Blessing Diagram of the Emperor Ziwei from the Eight Immortals Table with both hands, and gently threw it in front of the Eight Immortals table.

As if under some kind of traction, the Heavenly Official Blessing Diagram did not fall, but floated flat towards the cradle cart in the wind that blew in through the cracks outside the door, and accurately covered Xiao Li Nuo, who was still asleep and had not been awakened, like a quilt.

The moment Xiao Li Nuo was covered, the divine light of the Heavenly Official's Blessing Diagram shone brightly, and the black and white image of Emperor Ziwei also became more colorful, the wind outside the house became even stronger, and the two cold breaths also retreated further.

I couldn't help but stare at it.

Because of this Heavenly Official Blessing Map, the process of inducing spirits and attaching spirits was completely skipped, and the moment it was covered on Xiao Li Nuo's body, he directly began to bless, that is, the process of merging with her!

More precisely, at the moment when the Heavenly Official's blessing map was completed, or even earlier, the spirit attraction and possession had already begun.

When the painting is completed, it is the time when the hundred ghosts retreat and the gods arrive!

The pen falls into a storm, and the painting makes the ghosts and gods!

This is the real painting spirit!

This is the real spiritual map!

The old man's hand not only shocked the white-faced scholar and Xiao Qinghe who came at some point, but also deeply shocked me, in the depths of shock, my whole body was numb, my brain was buzzing, and I couldn't recover even a trace of consciousness from the great shock in my heart for a long time.

This is the spiritual map that is truly worthy of the art of drawing spirits, compared to the little things I have learned in the past ten years, it is nothing at all......

When he finally recovered some of his perception of the outside world from this unprecedented shock, the wind was blowing outside the house, and the scene of the divine brilliance inside the house had basically disappeared, and the heavenly official blessing map covering Xiao Li Nuo's body had also turned back into a blank piece of paper, leaving only a little white, jade-like shimmer.

looked at the old man with excitement and complicated feelings, but the old man didn't look at me at all, and then turned his head to look at the old father and mother and others behind him.

Although he didn't say anything, he didn't deliberately make any expressions, but I couldn't understand the meaning in his eyes.

"See? That's what it's called painting. ”

There is no desire to refute, and this time, I admit that he is completely right.

Indeed, what the old man drew is the real spiritual map, the real painting, and what I painted during the day, including all the paintings over the years, can indeed only be regarded as ghost paintings, and cannot be called paintings at all.

As for the gap between me and the old man, it can't be described as huge at all, because it is simply the difference between clouds and mud, one in the sky and the other underground.

In the face of such a fact, it is certainly a thrill, but for me at this time, it is more of a blow.

After studying for nearly 14 years, you ended up learning such a little bit of something that is not like the four?

The point is that I was once complacent about this, feeling that my learning speed was not slow, and I didn't know how thick I thought that the gap between me and the old man was not very big, and it was narrowing day by day.

However, in reality, it is so big that it cannot be described simply in two words.

"It's okay now, take the little girl away, she should wake up later, or she may sleep until tomorrow, and she may cry when she wakes up, but don't worry, she wakes up and finds more things she doesn't recognize, the little girl is not used to it at first, and it is normal to be afraid, and it will be fine in a day or two at most. And in the future, if you find that the little girl is talking to herself, or laughing out loud for no reason, and she is having a good time, she doesn't have to be too strange, because it may be the spirit of Emperor Ziwei who is teasing her. At this time, the blessing of the heavenly official, and the process of fusing with Xiao Li Nuo was also completed, I saw the old man bypass the table of the eight immortals, came to the cradle car, bent down to disappear all the ink, and completely turned back into a blank piece of paper The blessing map of the heavenly official, after picking it up from the little guy, he said softly.

Sister Yun reacted first, nodded hurriedly, and carefully took Li Nuo out of the cradle.

However, what was a little unexpected was that as soon as he left the cradle and returned to Sister Yun's arm, Xiao Li Nuo hummed twice, as if he was about to cry, and then rubbed his eyes with his two little hands and slowly opened them.

What the old man said about waking up and maybe being scared to cry by extra things didn't really happen, just after a few gentle snorts, the little guy quickly settled down, and lay down in the crook of Sister Yun's arms, staring at her face intently for a while, and her two black eyes were full of curiosity.

Seeing this scene, the old man immediately stroked his goatee, laughed happily, and said that it seemed that the situation was much better than he expected, and the little girl was very suitable for the existence of the heavenly official, and the former was also very gentle to her, which was a good thing, and it was also an opportunity for the little girl, which was worth celebrating.

Sister Yun was slightly stunned, and immediately reacted, overjoyed, and hurriedly stood upright, hugged Xiao Li Nuo to thank the old man, and said that she was about to kneel down and kowtow to thank him, and the old man did not refuse, and accepted it with a smile.

It is not quite the same as the "Twelve Yuanchen Spirit Protection Diagram" that the old man painted for me back then, which can not only make up for my missing soul to a certain extent, but also provide me with help similar to the eye of the sky, the heavenly officials on Xiao Li Nuo's body, including the Bixia Yuanjun on his mother, are generally invisible, even if I summon the twelve yuanchen, Yuan Jinzhu opens his heavenly eye, but he can only perceive the existence, and cannot see, and at the same time, they can't let them see the invisible things, but also in some accidental circumstances, or in their sleep, can see the existence of their own talisman spirits, which to a certain extent, is also a kind of protection for them.

And from the time the old man started grinding ink, until Xiao Li Nuo woke up, Sister Yun thanked her with a big gift, and a total of more than an hour and ten minutes had passed, and there was still nearly half an hour before eleven o'clock.

Without a doubt, this is much more efficient than me.