"I don't know!" Fei Xian smiled: "It may be some hidden cultivators outside the world, or maybe it is some other person who even Fei Xian doesn't dare to act rashly." ”

Zhan Qingyu's heart was a little shaken, and the Yin Yang Holy Bear seemed to be calm and open-minded, and silently told himself another message.

"Jiuxiao!" Panda smiled bitterly and stretched out his injured hand and said, "You just told the martial idiot that you know a witch doctor who can mend any pain, please help me." ”

The Yin Yang Sacred Bear gently uncovered the wound that had been chopped open and the flesh was deep and the bones were visible, and then gently covered it again.

"The power of the Axe of War prevents the healing of muscles and bones, and after twelve hours it will be completely necrotic. Feixian said in a heavy tone: "I won't let you work in vain, just say what you want." Hula!"

The Yin Yang Sacred Bear stretched out countless magic weapons and artifacts in front of him with one hand, each of which exuded great power, and several of them were rare high-grade spiritual weapons. Flying swords, flying knives, gourds, rattan whip hidden weapons, etc., glowed with colorful light on the Taiji diagram, but Zhan Qingyu shook his head.

"I want to learn to paint!" Zhan Qingyu quickly left these treasures with his eyes, and said earnestly to the panda: "Treasures can be collected slowly, and there is only one painting skill." ”

"You want to learn to draw souls, right?" Panda shook his head to show some helplessness: "Painting souls not only requires a physique, but also a strong soul." If your soul is stronger than the enemy, you can attack him with any drawing, and if your soul is too weak, even if you learn to draw the soul, you will not be able to defeat it, but will be eaten by the enemy. ”

"What kind of divine soul is considered a threshold that can be learned?" Zhan Qingyu asked.

"Out-of-body is the first step, and the brush needs the soul to control it, not the arm. The panda said slowly: "The second step is to have super eyesight, and at a glance, the things that you want to draw in the past can be completely presented in your mind." The third step is the real painting, and the real master of painting the soul is the one who has the soul with one stroke. ”

"Can you do that?" said the panda without reservation, stating the three steps needed to draw the soul.

"Please teach me how to write!" Zhan Qingyu said with his hands clenched into fists and bowed.

"Out-of-body can you do it?" the panda seemed to be in disbelief: "Can you see through the energy particles floating in the void?"

"It can be done!" Zhan Qingyu bowed her waist confidently.

The dimensional soul is already three dimensions, and the formation of the surface can naturally go out of the body. The energy floating in the void can only be seen after Zhan Qingyu comprehends the Dark Dao Technique, and he can indeed feel it before but he can't see it at all.

Panda Feixian immediately widened his eyes, which were already covered with black hair, and looked at Zhan Qingyu for a long time before he smiled again.

"Okay, I'll teach you how to put the pen, whether you can succeed or not depends on your creation!" Panda Void stretched out his hand, and a simple paintbrush appeared.

"One stroke, brush!" After two strokes, a person who was the same as Zhan Qingyu appeared in the void, the difference was that the person who drew it was holding a bamboo in his hand.

This bamboo is about two zhang long, crisp and straight, and one section by one shows the gentleman's style that it should have.

"Go ahead, draw the bamboo and you can enter the stage of painting gods. The panda stopped talking, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Zhan Qingyu was overjoyed, he knew the power of this soul painting brushwork. The ultimate soul painting technique can destroy a person's soul, but it is impossible to actually draw it. Without a pen this is the first problem, without a basis for painting this is the second problem.

The pen needs a magic weapon, at least at the spirit weapon level. As for the foundation of painting, it takes time and opportunity to comprehend and accumulate, and it cannot be achieved in an instant. The panda's pen is a natal magic weapon, and it is impossible to give it to him, so where can I find such a pen?

Zhan Qingyu thought for a long time, and under the control of his mind, he hid the phantom self and the bamboo in the Taiji space, and he entered the deepest part of the vast Taiji diagram.

The pen is a kind of civilization, and it is the most obvious sign of the progress of the times in the ancient civilization of China. From knotting the rope to writing with a brush, it took countless years.

It can be seen that the generation of the pen is a process of people's wisdom accumulation under time, or a tool that naturally appears when the evolution of heaven and earth reaches a certain stage.

The pen can write and write and can also doodle and paint, and the pen is elegant stationery and can also fight and kill. For the text, the text can mention the pen to settle the world, while for the martial arts, it is the pen to walk the dragon and snake to fix the country.

However, after searching for a long time, I still couldn't find what kind of pen to use, and I didn't know where to look for it. In desperation, Zhan Qingyu suddenly thought of a person, and then quickly disappeared into the Taiji space.

Within the void space, Zhan Qingyu relied on the powerful memory and the clues left by Tang Yin's peculiarity, and quickly found this entrance, and he came to the corridor full of calligraphy and paintings.

Almost endless calligraphy and painting here glow with different lights towards the morning and twilight, either gloomy or open, bright or dull, in short, each with its own artistic conception and its own characteristics.

Zhan Qingyu slowly started to look at the first calligraphy and painting, looking at it one by one, tracing it with his hand and saying it in his mouth, and before he knew it, he saw the last calligraphy and painting.

A point, a calligraphy and painting, contains endless mysteries of literature and Taoism.

"Is it the true work of the two kings of the book?"

Zhan Qingyu's consciousness entered this calligraphy and painting again, and after carefully reading the experience of the two kings of the book saint several times, he finally realized it, and then quickly entered the special space built by Tang Yin.

"Senior!" Zhan Qingyu bowed his head: "I'm here to get a pen, I want to paint." ”

However, there was no reply, and he looked up and saw a selfless painting on Tang Yin's long case. Among the lush trees, a phoenix fell on a tall sycamore, and countless birds and finches rushed to the sycamore in the morning sun.

"A hundred birds and a phoenix!" Zhan Qingyu knew what it was painting when he saw this picture, but the painting was not completely painted, and Tang Yin was coloring.

There was a young girl standing next to her, with a graceful demeanor, pressing the inkstone with one hand and grinding it gently with the other, occasionally looking at Tang Yin with a satisfied smile.

Half an hour passed, and Tang Yin finally raised his head and threw the brush in his hand on the case.

"Akika, put it away. ”

The woman named Qiuxiang obediently waved the sleeves of the bird towards the phoenix and dried it, and then rolled it up and took it away.

"Oh, Jiuxiao?" Tang Yin was a little surprised when he saw Zhan Qingyu, and then looked at the brush on the table and said, "You can choose the pen yourself, it's really a strange child." ”

Then he lowered his head and re-spread a roll of white paper on top of the felt mat, and began to conceive of a new painting.

Zhan Qingyu was a little embarrassed, hesitated again and again, but slowly walked over to the table where Tang Yin was painting. The rosewood table was covered with ink, and the brush of the rod lay horizontally.

Some of these pens are thicker and some are thin, the thickest can be as thick as an arm, and the thinnest is like an earthworm.

"At the beginning, Tang Yin's predecessors were also famous figures in China, and he was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and wine. Zhan Qingyu began to sharpen the ink.

After about a cup of tea, Tang Yin's idea was completed, and he reached out to the table and touched it twice, but he didn't touch anything, and then turned his head.

Tang Yin was stunned: "Where is my pen?"