"吭哧~吭哧~吭哧~~"

Once, when Ning Feng reappeared in the study, he was not dragged into the scroll again.

With a "snap", the magic pen fell to the ground, gurgling and rolling.

Ning Feng sat down directly, and his whole person withered, as if his spirit and spirit had been drained away.

He regretted it!

Regret shouldn't have spoken out early, all the previous things, like a nightmare, this machine spirit dream is simply pouring out the bad consequences caused by the previous paintings made by the scholar Ma Liang, and let him wipe his buttocks.

"Finally...... Is it over?"

Ning Feng raised his head and looked around at the scene in the study.

There is no one next to this, otherwise he will be surprised, Ning Feng's eyes are blank and tired, what he knows is to recover the instrument spirit in the dream of the machine spirit, and those who don't know think that the young man does not know moderation~

The magic pen is silent, but there are changes in the study.

Surrounding Ning Feng sitting, there was a circle, and one after another picture scrolls floated up, like a besieged city composed of picture scrolls, slowly turning.

The rotation went from slow to fast, at first Ning Feng could still distinguish the crying sedan chair of Miss Shen family, Xiao Yu'er's sorrow and ugliness, and the nymphomaniac's funeral flower bitter groan, etc., but later, the speed became faster and faster, and the picture was hazy, Ning Feng seemed to be able to see the girls in the painting turn around one by one.

One by one, they came to life, bowing to him, or kneeling, all of them saluted gratefully.

Ning Feng watched this scene with great fascination, and when he saw that when the rotation was at its fastest, with a "boom", all the picture scrolls turned into countless golden points of light and dispersed.

Then. There was a golden light like fire in the study, crawling all over every corner in a roaring posture, and finally the whole study was suddenly dispersed.

"Is it over?"

Ning Feng muttered to himself, somewhat reluctant.

"No, not yet!"

He suddenly noticed that there was another painting that had not been dissolved by golden light.

There are scholars on the painting. Just looking at its back, I feel desolate and lonely, like the world has no attachment, and if I want to ride the wind back, only in the heavenly palace can I be liberated.

On the back of the scholar, there is a pair of wings stained with ink. Pose as if you are soaring to the sky.

"Isn't this the picture of the martyrdom of the scholar?"

Ning Feng remembered the last scene he saw on the roof of the study when he had just entered the Machine Spirit Dream.

The scholar resolutely rushed to the scroll, and then disappeared when he hit the hanging scroll, isn't it the one in front of him?

"Is it ......?"

Ning Feng's originally empty eyes suddenly had a look in him, as if he had guessed something. Staring closely at somewhere in the painting.

- Ink, wings!

For a while, he couldn't tell if he was staring too hard, there was an illusion or something was going on, and in a trance, the ink wings seemed to be flapping.

The next moment, a cloud of ink suddenly flew out of the painting and hit him in the face.

Ning Feng instinctively wanted to dodge, but he was half a beat slower, and was directly hit by the ink on his face. Suddenly, the whole world went dark.

......

"Uh~"

The black curtain faded, and Ning Feng looked in front of him in a bit of a trance, and clusters of light were emitting a faint light. It's more of a cosmic void feeling that there is no up, down, left, right, or left.

Spiritual Realm!

"It's out......"

Ning Feng looked at his hands as if he was stunned.

One is the left hand, on which there is a liquid on it, and a ball of ink wriggles like a life, and finally pours into the palm of the hand, as if it has solidified into a lump of ink. Lie there quietly;

One is a right hand with a pen in the palm. Magic pen!

Ning Feng's eyes lit up suddenly.

Along with the magic pen. The magic pen is trembling, as if saying goodbye, and the next moment it will turn into light and fly away.

"Don't ......"

Ning Feng was full of reluctance, this magic pen was really the strongest treasure he had ever seen in his life, and there was no one.

Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed a void.

At this moment, Ning Feng's eyes lit up and dimmed again.

"I knew it. ”

He didn't mean to be too surprised, shrugged his shoulders, and that's it.

"The spirit in this spiritual realm is all flying machine spirits, and the magic pen is obviously not this genus, and it is too powerful. ”

"I can't guess how high it is, but it's so useful that I can be sure that I can't think of it, and I can't do it. ”

"Where can such a treasure be easily obtained?"

Ning Feng raised his head and thought regretfully, "Come to think of it, it has long been extinct in this world, only in the memory of its creation, right?"

His heart was more mirror-like at the moment.

"This pair of ink wings should be 'drawn' by a magic brush. It has experienced the last memories of the magic pen and its owner, Ma Liang, in the world. ”

Ning Feng judged: "Come to think of it, after Ma Liang crashed into the painting, he didn't really die, what should he have experienced?"

"Otherwise, this ink wing will not be able to appear in the world, and it will not give birth to a machine spirit, and it will be hidden by the Divine Palace. ”

He thought a little stunned: "I don't know if in this life, do I still have the opportunity to point to Ma Liang's magic brush to paint?"

Soon, Ning Feng reined in his thoughts, since it was impossible, there was no need to think about it.

He refocused on the palm of his left hand.

There, Fang Mo was still lying quietly, his tentacles cold.

"This should be a machine spirit, right?"

Ning Feng smiled slightly and beckoned, "Remember me, I just walked in your dream." ”

"Now, let me see you as you are. ”

As soon as the words fell, the ink block vibrate, melted, and turned into a cloud of ink again and floated, just suspended in front of Ning Feng.

Immediately afterward, a wind suddenly rose, as if blowing all the way from the far edge of the universe.

The clusters of light formed by the dreams of the Instrument Spirit moved away in all directions, making way for a path, and through it a ray of ink and wash light cut through it, as if it were the ink ground out of the finest pine smoke ink, drawing a full mark on the snow-white rice paper.

The ink light came to an abrupt end in front of Ning Feng!

"Huh?"

Ning Feng's eyes lit up again, glowing.

What appeared in front of him was a pair of wings, but it was much more beautiful than the scholar's Ma Liang's hand-smearing.

It's the same as the color of ink. It also has a restrained luster that even the best ink can't render. Every feather on it is clearly recognizable, and the whole body has a sharp feeling of cutting through the white paper and breaking through the air.

"Good baby. ”

Ning Feng stretched out his hand to touch it, and when he reached the way, he saw the mass of ink that he guessed was the machine spirit fitting and fluttering. Pounced on the wings of ink.

The next moment, the brilliance of ink burst out, and even Ning Feng's outstretched hand was dyed in ink color, and the whole person seemed to be a person who walked out of the painting.

The ink feathers flashed, and it swooped straight on Ning Feng's body, and then followed. He felt a subtle connection behind him.

"Papapa~"

Ning Feng had just moved a thought in his heart, echoing his thoughts, and suddenly there was a sound like flapping wings behind him, and then a force acted on his body, as if he was about to push him high.

At the right time. A force that didn't exist suddenly fell from a distant place and landed on Ning Feng's body.

In an instant, the world was spinning, and when Ning Feng could see the surrounding situation clearly again, Shen Zhaoxuan's smile appeared in front of him.

"Senior Brother......

Ning Feng was in a trance for a moment, came back to his senses, looked around and found that the person had already left and right.

He suddenly understood.

Want. When the Ink Feather Winged Spirit starts to summon the main body, it will immediately attract the attention of the Divine Palace and teleport it out.

How could a spiritual realm that stored countless machine spirits and dreams not have a caretaker?

The Divine Palace will not let its disciples pick and choose inside. Get a basket out, naturally it is selected, and if it is recovered, get out of here.

Ning Feng smiled, not disappointed, and put his mind on his back again.

There. The ink wings are flapping gently, as if adapting. In habits, and in cheers. In the joy, back to the world.

"It turned out to be it. ”

Shen Zhaoxuan's gaze naturally fell on the wings of the ink painting.

As soon as his words entered his ears, Ning Feng became interested and hurriedly asked, "Senior brother, do you know this treasure?"

Shen Zhaoxuan smiled and nodded, and said in a nostalgic tone: "This Wind Riding Wings is quite famous among the flying treasures, its unique nature, its origin is mysterious, and it will hardly be restrained and forbidden by any force between heaven and earth, which is extremely wonderful. ”

Therefore, it is not the fastest, tallest, and most unpredictable flying treasure in the spiritual realm, nor is it the most gorgeous, the most precious, and the most promising, but it is the most special one. ”

"How can such a treasure not attract attention?"

"It's just that they don't have the blessing of your brother and sister, even if they are brothers, they have only heard of its existence. ”

As soon as Shen Zhaoxuan said this, Ning Feng nodded knowingly.

Such a treasure drawn by a divine brush and made of pure ink is naturally unique, and it can hardly be restrained by any force.

Ning Feng silently recited the name "Wings of the Wind", liked it quite much, and said with a smile: "I want to go back with the wind, Wings of the Wind, a good name." ”

"Take it out of this apt name of the senior, I think it has also entered the dream of the Wind Riding Wings Spirit. ”

Shen Zhaoxuan nodded with a smile, and did not urge, but took two steps back, stood with his hands in his hands, and made room for Ning Feng.

Ning Feng gratefully bowed his hand to Shen Zhaoxuan, he had obtained the treasure for the first time, and he had recovered the spirit of the instrument, and in the future, he would be able to use it handily at this moment without mentioning him.

Under itchy hands, how can you not try it quickly?

Ning Feng took a deep breath and sank his mind into the wings of Chengfeng, and the next moment, an upward buoyancy appeared out of thin air, supporting his body to float up little by little.

First the heels left the ground, then the toes touched the ground, and finally the whole person rushed to the sky without warning with a flap of his wings.

Its speed and flight are so high that it directly pierces a white floating cloud in the sky, leaving a long cloud trail behind it.

Shen Zhaoxuan looked up, stroked his palms and smiled: "Riding the wind straight up to the nine-story building, leaving countless clouds, there are ink smudges, smearing the dome, beautiful." ”

He was purely a nerd offence, and he didn't pay attention at all to Ning Feng's scream from above the sky.

Shen Zhaoxuan finished chanting and continued to look, only to see abrupt tracks cutting through the sky, or ink marks, or cloud traces, there was no sign between the turns, there was no shortage of straight up and down, and the corners were straight.

"Majestic, fierce and strong, rather bend than bend, such as the edge of calligraphy, like the sharpness of the sword, straight to break the sky, there is a great heroic. ”

Shen Zhaoxuan shook his head and praised again, immersed in his own beautiful imagination.

Vaguely, he heard something, and his ears were pricked up and he carefully distinguished it a few times, and then he could barely make up the full meaning >

"Senior brother~~~Help~~Help~~~"

"Uh~"

Shen Zhaoxuan was stunned, only to realize that things didn't seem to be what he thought.

Before he could make a move, with a "bang", Ning Feng's head was down, and he fell straight down, crashing into the ground in front of Shen Zhaoxuan...... (To be continued)