"Boom!"

"My name is Ma Liang......"

The moment Ning Feng held the pen, his mind "boomed", and the appearance of the scholar before appeared, and at the same time, the scholar's voice sounded directly.

"Wait, what's it called?

Ning Feng's eyes blinked faster than the summer fan, "Magic Pen Ma Liang?!"

The scholar didn't answer, and he couldn't answer, this was obviously just a little spirit left in the magic pen, just babbling down.

said that he was a young student, and said that he didn't like to find chapters and sentences, but he loved to paint, and he was the best at beauties......

The story has changed since a certain point in time.

One day, the scholar went out to collect wind and observe the beauties, and he was stunned for a while, and he fell into the river from the bridge.

The scholar, who had never learned to swim, did not fall to death or drown, and of course, the water was only waist-deep to him.

Everyone laughed, the beauty covered her mouth, the scholar was embarrassed and indignant, hid his face and fled, but he did not forget the purple bamboo wolf pen that he accidentally touched when he fell into the river.

The book [top_point] The novel was poor, and the pen looked beautiful, so I took it back.

Back in the study, when the shame passed, the scholar remembered the appearance of the girls on the bridge, and had the urge to paint.

Following the usual practice, scholars first draw some common things around them to practice their brushes, find out their feelings, and then dare to write their favorite beauty pictures.

Well, the use of nature is purple bamboo wolf hair, or called: magic pen.

As a result, under a painting, the scholar first painted chickens and ducks, so the study was in a circle, the feathers and guano flew together, and the chickens and ducks were noisy;

Then draw the rice noodles. Piled up into a mountain. The study was turned into a granary......

Ma Liang was shocked. I finally believe that the pen in his hand is a magic pen, as long as he paints with his heart, he will have a god, a life, and be able to come out of the painting.

He was shocked and overjoyed.

Because from then on, Ma Liang no longer has to find chapters and sentences to be silverfish in the book, and he no longer needs to seek for rice. If you are hungry, you will draw rice and cotton clothes, except for people, you can't live, and other things, as long as you paint, it will exist.

Ma Liang has both regret and relief about not being able to draw living people.

If the beauty in the painting really came out, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold it, which would be blasphemous. desecrated Danqing, and also desecrated beauty.

So Ma Liang took pleasure in splashing ink day after day. If you go out, you will look at the beauties, and if you enter, you will put pen and ink. Copying freehand is not also fast.

Until one day......

"I see. ”

Ning Feng looked at the magic pen in his hand, suddenly shocked and shocked.

The rest of the matter, through the figure of the scholar who had dissipated at this moment, and through the magic pen itself, Ning Feng had already been completely clear.

One day, Maleonn discovers that a beautiful woman he painted has suffered a tragic misfortune, and her fate is somewhat related to the situation in his painting.

Then, there was the second, the third......

Once or twice, it is called a fluke;

Three times or four times, what can the husband say?

This is what Ma Liang said before he died, if you don't kill Beren, Beren will die by me.

His magic strokes don't make people alive, but it doesn't mean that they don't have an effect on those people.

Ma Liang understood this, it was too late, so there was the scene that Ning Feng saw.

"So ......"

Ning Feng stared at the magic pen in his hand and asked softly, "What do you want me to do when you create this dream?"

"You made this dream?"

The magic pen was silent, speechless, like an ordinary wolf pen, and it seemed that he was still immersed in the grief of Ma Liang's death, and he couldn't make a sound.

Ning Feng shook his head and said to himself, "If you don't say it, I have roughly guessed it." ”

"Trouble~"

He looked around at the beautiful women hanging from the empty space, and thought for thought.

After a long time, Ning Feng shrugged his shoulders and comforted himself: "It's okay, it's better to go fishing and make holes, is it reliable to compete in pickling girls?"

Thinking of those strange requests, he shuddered, compared with it, this magic pen Ma Liangmeng, immediately became amiable.

"Which one to start with?"

Ning Feng held the magic pen and strolled forward, but there was no goal anyway, so he went to the left to get the painting.

In that painting, a graceful and beautiful woman is lying on a sedan chair, crying sadly.

This scene is the main body of the picture, and the two sides are either left blank or dyed with ink, and the shadows are decorated with light ink.

On one side, there is the reluctance and crying of family members supporting each other;

On one side, there are pairs of figures, each of which is just a small ink spot, as far away as it goes up to the sky.

"It's normal~"

Ning Feng touched his chin, forgetting the magic pen in his hand for a while, and almost made a stroke on his chin.

Carefully holding the pen, he refocused his attention on the hanging scroll.

"Isn't this the most ordinary picture of marrying a woman?"

"Whether it's customs, or secular discussions, or the true feelings in my heart, it's normal for a woman to cry before getting on the sedan chair?"

"What's the problem?"

Ning Feng scratched his head, as if he was muttering to himself, and as if he was asking about the magic pen in his hand.

He didn't expect the magic pen to answer.

This is like a puzzle, since Ning Feng has entered the other party's dream, he is ready to pass the other party's test.

I never thought that with a "hum", the magic pen really reacted.

Ning Feng's hand trembled, he almost couldn't hold the magic pen tightly, and looked over in surprise, but seeing that the magic pen seemed to be alive, he struggled in his hand, trying his best to aim the wolf at the scroll.

After doing this, the magic pen suddenly fell silent and fell silent again, as if the previous scene had not happened, no matter how you look at it, it looks like an ordinary brush.

"You're trying to make me ......?"

Ning Feng swallowed his saliva, looked at the scroll with his eyes, and spit out two words: "...... Go in?"

The magic pen trembled again.

This time, there was not much movement, but Ning Feng could fully feel the meaning conveyed, and this magic pen almost grew a head and nodded.

"Good ......"

Ning Feng shrugged his shoulders, clenched his magic pen, and held his head high and his chest ....... Close your eyes. Bang. He strode forward and slammed into the hanging scroll.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Halfway through the third step, Ning Feng felt that the skin on his face had an almost moist feeling.

It's a subtle feeling, and if you want to compare it, you can only describe it by passing through an extremely thin curtain of water, which is moist and cold to the touch, but still dry when you reach out.

"Huh?"

Ning Feng opened his eyes. He was no longer in the study.

In front of you is a field of longitudinal and horizontal fields, and a little farther away is a small Zhuangzi, and you can see from a distance that both men and women are busy entering and exiting the Zhuangzi.

Ning Feng was not busy going over.

He glanced at it from afar, and gathered a lot of information.

The men and women of those Zhuangzi families should be tenants of the Zhuangzi, and the ones who can make all the Zhuangzi people come to help and be busy are either red or white.

Judging from the red lanterns hanging high, it is a red event such as a wedding.

The problem is that from the housekeeper, the big maid and others who came out to command, down to the village itself. All of them were sad and misty, and they couldn't wait to write the word "miserable" on their foreheads.

It's like a white thing again.

Ning Feng didn't need to take a second look. Then we know that the key point is on Zhuangzi.

He was not in a hurry, and looked around the situation first.

The first is Ning Feng himself.

He was still the same, still holding the magic pen in his hand.

The pen regained its composure, and there was no reaction at all, Ning Feng instinctively clenched it, and through the contact between the two sides with almost no gaps, he had a faint feeling in his heart:

"I'm afraid it won't react anymore. ”

"From now on, it's a pen. ”

"What I have to do is find out what it is, or whatever, wants me to do? and, how?!"

Ning Feng thought in his heart and walked along, and the direction of Zhuangzi was ahead.

As he walked, he looked left and right.

First look behind him.

Naturally, it's not a study there, otherwise it would be a joke, who built the study in the wilderness?

A little later, there is a lush black mountain, which is densely packed with I don't know how many old trees, with the dark green color of the leaves of old trees over the years.

Looking ahead, a hundred steps away, is where Zhuangzi is.

"Excuse me, uncle. ”

Ning Feng did not rush into Zhuangzi, but not far from the village, under an old tree, he saluted an old man and inquired.

The old man looked like he was fifty or sixty years old, and his face was wrinkled like a bun fold, each wrinkle was as deep as a ravine, and there seemed to be loess hidden inside.

In short, a frown.

He raised his head, glanced at Ning Feng, and saw that it was a scholar dressed as a person, so he hurriedly got up and saluted: "Don't dare to be called an old man, the little old man is a farmer, scholar, do you have something?"

Ning Feng glanced at Zhuangzi and asked: "Xiao Sheng happened to pass by your land, the mountain road is difficult to walk and lost his suit, I want to enter this Zhuangzi to ask for some food, and then take the liberty to spend the night, but I don't know if the owner of this place is kind, Xiao Sheng does not dare to be presumptuous, so I came to ask the old man." ”

Speaking like this, Ning Feng is the best at it.

On weekdays, I interact with people who cultivate immortals, and there is no place to show it, but when I show it at this time, how can I call a relaxed, comfortable, natural, and proper scholar's sour appearance.

The old farmer really didn't have the slightest suspicion.

He sighed and said: "This old man Shen's family cultivates and reads heirlooms, and treats people the most kindly, and the guests come and go, all of them are warm hospitality, not to mention that you are a scholar." ”

"It's just ......" The old farmer peeked in the direction of Zhuangzi and said bitterly: "...... Evil, the daughter of the Shen family is also a person with a heart like the water in the sweet water well, but her fate is not good. ”

After sighing for a moment, he persuaded: "The Shen family is still like this on weekdays, but today is to marry ...... On the day of marrying a girl, let alone a scholar, a beggar came to the door, and he also wanted to be entertained, but the scholar listened to the old man's advice, it didn't hurt to eat and drink, and he was still in a hurry when it was over. ”

Where is the reason to persuade people to drive the mountain road?

After the old farmer said this advice, he didn't seem to want to say anything, sighed, put his hands behind his back, and went in the direction of Zhuangzi, it seemed that he was going to take a hand or something.

When he heard the words "marrying a girl", Ning Feng's eyes began to light up, how could he leave?

"It seems to be here. ”

"I'd like to see what's going on?"

Ning Feng smiled slightly, walked towards Zhuangzi, asked people along the road, and gathered in many ways, and the truth of the matter gradually emerged.

"What?!"

Ning Feng stood at the door of Zhuangzi, looking at the big red lanterns in front of him, and felt that his eyes were too dazzling.

"The old demon in the mountains, begging to marry the daughter of the Shen family. ”

"This is the old demon marrying a woman......" (to be continued......)