It was only after dawn that they came out of the city that never sleeps. Unlike the Jiangdu Spirit Realm, the teleportation point from the human realm to the demon realm was a many-to-one map, so they didn't see the rest of the people when they came out, and they were still in the wilderness.

The competition for the style brush also had a result, which was jointly kept by Luo Qian and Ji Zichun, and Qi Lianfeng and Jin Yanyao took turns to use it. Ji Zichun generously handed the pen into Luo Gan's hand, and laughed at himself: "I may not be able to resist the magic of the style brush. ”

Qi Lianfeng interjected dissatisfiedly: "So this kind of monster should be handed over to me." I have to approve a lot of official documents every day, which is the best way to suppress the magic pen. ”

"So, what's the use of this pen?"

The simple appearance exudes a quaint atmosphere, and the supple wolf has not stiffened due to the long-term absence of ink.

The three men looked at each other and unanimously chose to answer his question in silence.

After entering the city, Ji Zichun proposed to go back to the inn where they were temporarily staying first, and Qi Lianfeng, who was arguing with Jin Yanyao along the way, unexpectedly did not object.

Luo Gan bought some dried fish for the little orange cat on the side of the road, and estimated that there would be another feng shui watcher from the old mansion, and when he saw that no one was chasing him here, he also followed him over to join in the fun.

Naturally, it is the ingenuity of the style brush, and Jin Yanyao can't wait to use this pen. As soon as I entered the house, I excitedly put out the rice paper, inkstone, and ink one by one.

It's just an ordinary study thing. The intimate Ji Zichun brought everyone a breakfast, and they were able to eat steamed buns while watching Jin Yanyao write-

They kept shouting the magic pen, and after waiting for about half an hour, they still saw Jin Yanyao writing and painting there.

"May I ask if you are so generous in buying pens?"

Qi Lianfeng was in a daze with Erlang's legs.

"It's done!" Jin Yanyao, who put down the painting pen, was sweating profusely, and carefully picked up the rice paper and hung it on the shelf.

"Senior brother, are you sure it's done?"

Luo Qian looked at the blank piece of paper, his head was full of questions, and then asked, "Yes, didn't you use ink?"

"I'll have to wait eight hours, and I'll finally be at ease. ”

"Then give me back the pen. ”

Jin Yanyao said categorically: "No! If there is any mistake in the middle, I will have to redraw it." ”

"Then I'm going to wait for you for another day?"

Jin Yanyao nibbled on the bun and said casually: "If you're lucky, it's a day." Normally, it takes several days. ”

"I'll go to your uncle's, and you can only draw a picture, do you know how many things I'm going to write today? Do you ......know if my hand is broken?"

"Why don't you hurry back to the yamen to write? I won't touch this magic pen again after this painting is successful. ”

......

Luo Qian was only curious about one question: why is rice paper still white?

"Where do you live? I'll give you a drop. Ji Zichun poked Luo Gan, who was stunned.

"Brother Ji," the two of them walked out, "Could it be that my cultivation is too low? Why didn't I see that it was a painting?"

The street outside Qixia was lively, and Ji Zichun smiled casually, "Do you have an old friend you want to see?" You can't remember her appearance, her appearance has changed over the years. ”

"Yes, he saved my life. But I'll never see him again in my life. ”

"An ordinary pen can draw her in the hands of a painter, but you can't even describe her face clearly, and even a painter of the national teacher level can hardly draw a character close to what you have in mind. With the style brush, you only need to draw on the paper like the style of painting, and it will automatically explore the picture in the depths of your memory. Even an ugly person like my brother who can even write words can draw vividly. ”

Luo Gan's question was still unresolved, "That's right, but why is the paper white?"

"The style brush requires the strong cultivation of the pen operator, but it can also help people remember trivial things, and even find the information you are looking for in many books. This is the reason why Qi Lianfeng wants to grab it, Yuan Kendao has to hand in a report of at least 100,000 words no matter what the task is, he is lazy. ”

Luo Gan nodded: "Oh, if I want, I will also choose to find a way to be lazy." But why is it white on rice paper?"

"When I heard that Zhongshimen had created the first style brush, there was a wave of rush to buy. There are even people who develop a function of finding old objects and recreating their first love, and it is only then that people realize the importance of the past to them. I heard that there are many people who are infected with this pen. As a result, the style brush was purged in the Qisheng Continent. In just a few months, there were no brushes for sale on the market, and almost all buyers handed over the brushes in exchange for a small compensation. A few years ago, my brother only found out that there was a pen left in the world that failed the test. It was because it had not been inspected that it was let go in the purging process. ”

The narration of history is always heavy. Before they knew it, the two were about to walk to the old mansion. "So, why is rice paper white?"

"Because it's inferior. You can only see a little outline when you look closely. Of course, wait a few days and the full portrait will appear on paper. ”

In other words, there is a high possibility of failure halfway, and Jin Yanyao needs to redraw.

Luo Gan could imagine that the excited Qi Lianfeng was still fighting with Jin Yanyao in the inn.

He took the little orange cat back to the old mansion.

No one came to work today. Old man Luo invited an old gentleman to show the mansion feng shui, and only He Zhi was busy with it.

Luo Gan invited him to come in and sit down, but was refused. "Your mouth is dry along the way, it's okay to come to me for a sip of tea. ”

Ji Zichun didn't even plan to step through the door, "I still have something." Actually, I want to use a pen too, but I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself. ”

Luo Qian smiled: "It's just a matter of using it, what are you afraid of." ”

"I'm afraid that once I draw her, I will be dragged into the world by demons. Although I have only met her a few times, I really just want to be with her. ”

"You are all amorous people. Luo Gan couldn't help wiping his sweat, "What is the world in the painting?"

"If you're lucky, you can create a beautiful world with the people in the paintings. Of course, the longer your soul stays in the painting, the more your body will fall into a deep sleep and go to death and decay. Ji Zichun looked outside, "So I don't dare to use it." ”

"There's no need. Life is so interesting, why hide in a painting. The little orange cat scratched his chest, and Luo Gan threw it into the grass and shouted, "Catch the mouse yourself." ”

"Not for Senior Brother. ”

"That's right, if someone meets me like this, I should be angry. Luo Gan yawned and sent Ji Zichun away, and sneaked back to his yard to sleep beautifully.

Xu had listened to too much of the content of the relevant painting style from Ji Zichun, and Luo Gan actually dreamed in a daze that he lived in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers: although the three meals a day were not big fish and meat, they could also have meat and vegetables; there were hot kang and big quilts in cold weather, and they could go to the cave to rest in the hot weather; their daughter-in-law was clever and lively, and she was petite and lovely, and occasionally quarreled as a way to reconcile her life; her children were sensible and well-behaved, and it was a pleasure to occasionally cause a little trouble......

In this way, he lived a happy and contented life. After a day's work, Luo Gan was about to hug his daughter-in-law and make love, but was interrupted by a voice from the sky: You are the male protagonist, how can you immerse yourself in the world of painting?

"I'll draw you a snakeskin, who are you?Daughter-in-law, did you hear this strange sound?"

The voice from the sky began to shout again: Your real life body is going to rot......!

I sat up in a cold sweat.

He clearly realized a sad truth: it turned out that his life was not interesting at all, he couldn't make money, he couldn't be a hero, and he didn't have a girl who loved him.

"Can I sell that cat for how much money?" he really didn't have any money to buy dried fish for the little orange cat.

Dizzy, he walked out of the house and walked out skillfully, just when he happened to meet He Zhi, who was busy and dizzy.

"You, you...... Why don't you say anything to me at home!"

"Huh?"

"Come with me, there's not enough people over there. ”

"Oh...... Hey, no, the sun is going down, and you're not done yet?"

In fact, Old Man Luo hit it off at first sight with the newly invited Feng Shui gentleman, and it took him most of the day to start doing things.

This feng shui gentleman has kind eyebrows, kind eyes, a wide heart, and a fat body, and he is like a brother compared to Old Man Luo. Especially when he saw the two young people coming, he greeted them with a smile.

"According to what you said, there are a lot of lonely ghosts in the old mansion, right?"

"We're going to take them away, not drive them away. ”

The old gentleman bowed around with three pillars of incense in his hand, and when he stepped into the hall, he muttered and bowed again in all directions.

"Alright, invite a young man into the house. The old gentleman looked between He Zhi and Luo Gan with a smile, "Little brother, it's just you." ”

Luo Gan had no disgust for the old gentleman, so he followed him into the house very obediently. Although he is not afraid of evil, the moment he stepped through the door, the yin wind that rolled up out of thin air really frightened him.

"Don't be afraid, come to the middle of the house. The old voice said.

Luo Gan walked to the place pointed by the old gentleman.

"Stand up straight. ”

The old gentleman went outside the house and brought a basin of water in, "Come, carry it." Don't spill it. ”

Luo Gan didn't know what the other party was going to do, he just peeked at the two people outside the house and looked nervous.

The old gentleman began to recite some incantations he did not understand, and walked around him in circles. When I walked halfway around, my eyes lit up, and there was suddenly an extra leaf in my hand, and then I put a little bit of water into the basin and threw out a small amount of water to the ground.

When you walk one more lap, repeat the above movements. After repeating this three or four times, Luo Gan also began to feel dizzy.

"Close your eyes and hold steady. ”

For him, it was simply unwanted. As soon as Luo Gan closed his eyes, he felt the basin in his hand suddenly become heavier. He wondered as he was about to open his eyes, but his curiosity was dispelled by the thought of the old man's advice.

But the weight in his hand began to shake - as if something was struggling.

"Evil obstacles! You don't go to the road of life, and you don't enter the Yin and Yang Gate, don't blame me for being stubborn and ruthless!"

"Meow—"

There was a pain in the scratching of his arm, and with a bang, Luo Gan threw the basin to the ground.

"Stinky old way, stop!"

Luo Gan fainted with a mouthful of blood.