After transferring money to his parents, Jiang Chen decided to make a will!

He didn't know when he would enter the Xianxia world next time, and he didn't know if he would come back alive next time.

So he has to make a will in advance, with this money, even if he really suffers misfortune in the Xianxia world, his parents can live the rest of their lives with peace of mind and comfort.

He first went to a law firm, made a will, then went to a notary public to have the will notarized, and after doing all this, he returned to his rental house.

He plans to pack up his things for the next two days, pack all the useful things, and then find a moving company to move his things.

It just so happened that his house was about to expire in mid-April, and the landlord had already told him that he would increase the rent from next month.

Dragon City Residence, it's not easy!

On the way back, he meets his neighbor in the hallway, a down-and-out cartoonist with long hair and black-rimmed glasses, who looks scruffy.

"Hey!"

Jiang Chen took the initiative to say hello to him.

The two are neighbors and the same landlord, and they don't look up on weekdays, so they always say hello when they meet, but they are nodding friends, and the friendship is not deep.

The cartoonist nodded, then staggered past him and descended the stairs.

His name is Lin Yi, he is a cartoonist who fights the streets, and his comic works are first-class, but there is no market, and his recently newly created comic "Strange Talk" has been rejected by many comic publishing houses.

In fact, whether there is a market for comics mainly depends on content and creativity, and it has little to do with one's own professional skills.

Lin Yi has a talent for painting since he was a child, but he is not suitable for content and creativity, if he goes to work as an artist, he should have a better way out.

But he is a person who admits death, a tendon, he doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back, and he doesn't look back if he hits the south wall.

"Hello Mr. Lin Yi, your work "Strange Talk" has not yet reached the signing standard."

Lin Yi took out his mobile phone and saw that it was the background information given to him by a famous domestic comic website.

Online serialized comics, as long as it's not too crotch-pulling, there's nothing wrong with signing a contract, but it's true that you just can't make money!

But Lin Yi didn't expect that he would be denied a visa even for online serialization!

"Huh."

"Even the online comic website doesn't give me a draft, am I really not suitable for eating this cartoonist's bowl of rice?"

Lin Yi sighed, his eyes were gloomy.

When he came to the retail store in the community, he bought a large bag of noodles and a large piece of pickles, paid the bill, and bowed his head under the disdainful gaze of the retail store owner, and went upstairs with his things.

Eat shimizu somen noodles with pickles every day, and it's two meals a day.

That's the life he's living now.

This day made him very unhappy!

But what can be done?

In the adult world, there is no such thing as ease!

After cooking some noodles and pickles, after eating, Lin Yi picked up the hand-painted book of his new work "Strange Talk" on his computer desk again, flipped through it carefully, and then sighed.

The new work can't be sold.,He doesn't have the idea of thinking about the future comic plot now.,So I searched around.,Finally, I found a wooden box.,Open the wooden box.,There's a brush inside.。

This is a brush handed down by his ancestors, a small calligraphy brush with a jade rod and wolf hair.

It's not priceless, but it's barely an old item, and if you sell it, it's worth a little money.

But this was the only thought left to him after the death of his parents.

He was reluctant to sell it, and whenever he was in a bad mood, he would always take out this brush and practice calligraphy or draw an ink painting.

Although he is a cartoonist, he is proficient in many genres of painting in the East and the West.

He took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, sharpened the ink, and began to practice calligraphy, and after writing two brush words, he spent a few ink-style apples.

But what he didn't know was that when he was concentrating on writing and drawing, the brushstrokes of the brush occasionally flashed in inspiration!

After painting the ink-washed apple, a rush of urine came to his heart, and he hurried to the toilet.

When he came out of the toilet, he suddenly noticed a few brightly colored apples on the table.

"This ......"

Lin Yi rubbed his eyes and said in his heart:

"Could it be that I haven't eaten fruit for too long, so I'm hallucinating?"

He walked slowly to the table, picked up a reddish apple, clicked, and took a bite, the juice overflowed, the aroma was charming, and it was so wonderful!

Who brought him the apples?

The key to this room seems to be only available to the landlord, Sister Ma!

Thinking that Lin Yi had the fierce and vicious appearance of Sister Ma when she came to the door to collect rent, he couldn't help but shudder.

No way!

It could never be the apple that Sister Ma sent him!

He took another bite of the apple, looked down at the ink apple he drew on the table, and couldn't help but widen his eyes!

Painted apples...... Gone!

Look at the apples on the table, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight and nine, a total of nine!

Luckily not.

He remembered that he had spent a total of ten apples.

Thinking about it, he took another bite of the apple in his hand, and the heart that had been put down hung again, nine on the table, and he still held one in his hand!

"Did you hit the evil spirit?"

"Or am I hallucinating?"

Lin Yi muttered to himself.

He then took a pen from the pen holder and drew a large watermelon, and after waiting for a long time, the watermelon was still on the drawing.

"It's a hallucination!"

Lin Yi breathed a long sigh of relief.

Perhaps someone played a prank on him again, took away the painting of ten ink apples he had painted, and put down ten apples for him.

But who is so boring?

The key is who can sneak into his room!

He looked inside and outside the house, and then at the door, and it was still dead.

Then he looked at the ancestral brush on the table.

He took a deep breath and drew a hanging banana from the paper again.

Await!

A flash of white light appeared, Lin Yi blinked, only to suddenly find that there was an extra hanging banana on the table, and the ink banana he drew on the paper had completely disappeared.

"Painting comes true, this is Ma Liang's magic brush!"

"Is the legend true?"

"But the magic pen Ma Liang is a modern fairy tale, it does not belong to ancient legends!"

Lin Yi was a little shocked, but a little happy!

If he can really draw for reality, will there be endless fruits to eat in the future?

Thinking about it, he immediately picked up the brush and began to draw frantically, but it took him a long time to realize that the magic pen suddenly failed!

He thought about it carefully, then held his breath and condensed, thinking in his heart, reading it in his mouth, picking up his pen and drawing, and drew a big durian!

After waiting for a moment, a flash of inspiration flashed, and a large durian appeared on the table.

Effective!

Lin Yi's face was full of joy when he saw this, and then he held his breath again and drew a bunch of grapes.

However, he waited for a long time, and the grapes still did not come to life.

After that, he painted a few more things, none of which came true.

By the next morning, he had drawn a few more things, and three more had come true!

Slowly, he figured out how to use the magic pen, and when painting, he had to concentrate on it, hold his breath and concentrate, draw on the paper, think in his heart, and unite knowledge and action.

And you can only use it three times a day!

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a violent knock on the door.

"Lin Yi!"

"Lin Yi!"

"Lin Yi!"

"I know you're home!"

"Open the door!"

"Hurry up and open the door for me!"

A loud voice came from outside the door, shaking Lin Yi's head and hurting.

He forcibly endured the double discomfort of body and soul and opened the door to the landlord, Sister Ma.