The pen is tangible, and the pen is silent. Jun Yan lifted the pen, dipped in ink, and wrote, a perfect set of actions flowed smoothly. The tip of the pen is like a flying elf, spinning and jumping on the paper, outlining a series of touching lines.

Look up at the person, look down and paint. Probably because he was too engaged, Jun Yan's forehead and eyebrows began to sweat. Finally, after about half an hour, Jun Yan took a long breath and solemnly put the pen back on the inkstone.

Obviously, the "masterpiece" has been completed.

"Pictured, show it to me!"

Ling Xian's face was excited, during the time that Jun Yan was painting, she wanted to use her spiritual sense to peek at Jun Yan's drawings more than once. But in order to keep the little guy's "surprise" and be able to get a glimpse of the whole picture when it is completed, Lingxian forcibly endured the urge to peek.

Now that I can finally appreciate my beautiful face, what kind of atmosphere will there be in the pen of my little nephew!, Lingxian thought excitedly. As for Jun Yan's reluctance, Ling Xianquan regarded it as a little boy's twist.

Snatching the sketch from Jun Yan's hand with great interest, Ling Xian only glanced at it, and the smile on his face froze, and his expression was very exciting.

Oh my God! What kind of demons and monsters are this painting? This distorted facial features and strange body, this is definitely not a ghost illustrated for a necromancer? This painting is absolutely against evil spirits on the door, and ordinary evil ghosts are afraid when they see it!

Spreading the paper on the table, Ling Xian leaned over, tapped his right index finger on the painting twice, and his tone was full of unkindness.

"This ...... You drew me that?"

"Yes......"

"Are you sure?"

"OK...... Right?"

Jun Yan also knew that what he painted was a miserable one, so he lowered his head in shame. But I can't complain about myself, I have never had any talent for painting.

I still remember that when I was in the Young Dragon Courtyard, Mother Yu once held a "painting competition" with her children. The paintings of the younger siblings are whimsical but warm and interesting, and the smile makes the jade mother can't close her mouth. And the family photo drawn by Sister Qingqing for everyone is called a vivid image, which made Mother Yu praise for a while.

Only Jun Yan's painting, Mother Yu carefully studied it for a long time before she couldn't help laughing and held back a sentence:

"It seems that Xiao Junyan's painting talent is limited...... But it doesn't matter, you can see that the lambs you draw are very good! But what is this dark lump next to it? Do you want to eat the wolf? Children don't draw such bloody things......

"Mother Jade, I drew you feeding the chicks in the yard......"

At that time, the scene was very embarrassing, and later, Yu's mother couldn't help laughing, and Uncle Lei even joked that asking Jun Yan to paint for whom, it was simply a murder of the person who was painted.

Jun Yan was so ashamed that his face was red, and he made up his mind that he would never paint again, anyway, as long as he didn't have problems in this aspect of cultivation. Unexpectedly, one day, I would lift the brush again for the sake of cultivation. And this time, the "victim" is obviously Lingxian.

The fairy with a black line finally accepted the reality of this blockage - the "demons and monsters" on this paper are my ...... Ling Xian assured that if there was a second person in the world besides Jun Yan who dared to portray her as "strange", then this person would definitely die!

But this is his nephew...... What else can I do, I can only grit my teeth and swallow it in my stomach.

"How did you become a Lingxiao Creator with such a talent for painting......" Rubbing his head, Ling Xian felt very big.

"How do I know...... I don't even know what the 'Sky Creator' is......" Jun Yan poked his fingers with an innocent expression.

"I knew that I wouldn't refuse their help, why is it so difficult to educate a little kid!"

Before Jun Yan could react, the surrounding scenery changed, and the two of them had already arrived on the street of Yongshuo County.

"Hey, where are we going?"

"Out of town!"

The city-sealing enchantment that consumes hundreds of spirit stones every day was ignored by Ling Xian, and Jun Yan was pulled by her and went out of the city like this. The scenery changed several times, and the two were in a secluded mountain forest.

Jun Yan was led by Lingxian to sit cross-legged, Lingxian opened his arms, and a ball of light full of strange colors wrapped the two of them.

"I just drew to test your 'depiction' ability, I have to say, it's very poor!"

Ling Xian faced Jun Yan and sat down cross-legged. Although Jun Yan's "Heavenly Sense" has not yet opened, it is still too early to inherit the inheritance of the "Lingxiao Creator". However, considering that Jun Yan's mastery of the ultimate memory was not very good, Ling Xian decided to teach him some basic knowledge in advance.

For example, the content of "Spiritual Painting".

"Psionic Essence - Psionic Painting, how much more can you remember about this?"

Seeing Jun Yan shaking his head, he said he was confused. Lingxian sighed—sure enough.

"Spiritual power painting is the essence of all spiritual energy in heaven and earth. Lingxian Zhengse said, "Why can the same spiritual energy be transformed into different spiritual techniques through different means? Why is it that the same person uses a similar type of technique, and the killing effect of the arcane rank and the odd rank is so different?"

"It's because the spiritual drawings that make them up are different. In other words, the former has a huge effect on fairy mushrooms and ordinary mushrooms, while the latter can only fill their stomachs, because they are composed of different spiritual paintings. ”

"The reason why fire is fire and water is water is because it is painted with the spiritual power within it. If only you could find the essence of its aura painting and change it, turning fire into water and water into fire, it's not impossible!"

"There are many cultivators who focus on spiritual power painting. Some use mantras to form spiritual paintings, some use mantras to form spiritual paintings, and some use materials to form spiritual paintings. All in all, you need to form a certain spiritual painting to complete the techniques, skills, and effects you need. ”

"And the Sky Creator, all you have to do is analyze and construct. Analyze everything you need to see, see through its spiritual structure, and then use your own power to construct everything you need. ”

Ling Xian's words made Jun Yan fall into deep thought, but was quickly interrupted by Ling Xian - she didn't want or need the boy to fall into deep thought now. Now, she just needs to plant a thought in Jun Yan's heart.

A slap on the head of the boy who was thinking in front of him, Ling Xian's heart moved, and suddenly he had an idea.

"Xiao Junyan...... Would you like to experience the feeling of a Sky Maker in advance?"

Lingxian smiled and gradually approached Jun Yan, but the latter unconsciously shrunk his neck and asked vigilantly:

"Auntie, don't you have any thoughts on your mind?"

"Hee-hee, that's smart, you guessed right!"

Ling Xian smiled evilly, reached out and grabbed Jun Yan's back collar who wanted to escape, and gently touched his forehead with his thin white jade finger, and then his whole person disappeared.

"Xiao Junyan, this place is about ten miles away from Yongshuo County, you have to go back by yourself. I'll be waiting for you at the foot of the city walls......

The last words were left in the air, and then the bubble that wrapped the two of them gradually dissipated.

Just now, Jun Yan, who was nodded on his forehead by Ling Xian, subconsciously closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he was the only one left in this secluded mountain forest. But then there was a sharp pain in his eyes, so great pain that he almost lost consciousness, and he had to close his eyes again.

This pain lasted for nearly half an hour before slowly subsided, and Jun Yan was already sweating profusely from torture, which made him wonder several times if his cheap aunt was a liar, and he came here with a heart.

But when he opened his eyes again, he realized that the whole world had become completely different.

In "The Sorrow of the Fledgling Dragon", due to some causal relationships, Jun Yan's lost right eye was not restored by the Supreme Fantasy Realm. Since then, Lingxian has used illusion to create a false eye for Jun Yan. But in fact, Jun Yan can only see things with one left eye, and his right eye is always dark.

Now, the situation has been reversed. It was as if the left eye was sealed with glue, and I couldn't open it at all. But in the right eye, there was light.

But the world in this right eye is completely different from the world in ordinary perspective. Everything has no outline, it seems to be outlined by strange lines of various colors, the air you breathe, the ground under your feet, everything is so clear, but it is difficult to discern.

Yes, although it is clearer, the logic of judging these things is completely different from what is normal. He actually stretched out his hand in front of him, but there were only some complex and ever-changing lights and lines in his eyes.

That's right, at this moment, Jun Yan's right eye is no longer receiving the light refracted into the eye by the object, and what he sees is no longer the shape and color of the object. Rather, it is the spiritual painting, which constitutes the origin of all things. Now this eye can look directly at the source through the appearance.

Waving his hand over and over again in front of his right eye, it took Jun Yan a while to determine which lines of light and shadow belonged to his arm and which belonged to the air and other things in the background.

But when you look down, good fellow, your eyes are full of lines of light and shadow, and you can't recognize any part of your body.

Although he could roughly guess that there should be some kind of law in these lines of light and shadow, Jun Yan couldn't remember the form of these lines and lights and shadows at all, let alone that they were still constantly changing. This is simply waiting for a normal person to judge two pieces of blackened cardboard, the lines on which are irregular, what kind of memory?

No wonder Aunt Lingxian suddenly said something to let me go back by myself, now there are chaotic lines of light and shadow in front of me, so thin and dense, I can't even see which is a stone and which is a tree, how can I hurry!

was distressed, and suddenly, a bold idea broke into Jun Yan's mind.

"Huh!"

Jun Yan used his spiritual energy to deliberately stimulate the curse mark on his body. Sure enough, although I couldn't see the appearance of the curse mark this year, the light and shadow lines of the part of my body in my eyes changed instantly, the color was no longer peaceful, but turned into a dazzling dark red, and the lines became more numerous, changing more and more rapidly.

"This will, I can finally distinguish the environment from myself!"

Jun Yan looked at his body, which was composed of dark red light and complex lines, and stood up with satisfaction. But as soon as he took two steps, he tripped over a very small rock and fell on his heel.