"Do you know how to catch rainbow fish? Yes, look at that, that's it, that's the place where the current is sharpest!"

"Of the one hundred and eighty ingredients of the universal bait, how many of the three hundred and sixty-seven ingredients have you mastered?"

"The difference between the strength of the silkworm fishing line and the human hair black gold silk...... Hey, hey, people, don't go...... Don't go......"

Ning Feng ran faster than the heart thief being chased by the infatuated woman's family.

When he returned to the spiritual realm, he was not well.

"Fishing? Fishing is better than fishing with the machine spirit who has nothing to do with his own dream fishing fun, this can win, there is a ghost~~"

Ning Feng calmed down and regained his strength: "I don't believe it, come back ......"

......

"I hate to press gold thread every year and make wedding clothes for others. ”

"Lang Jun, let's come to the female celebrity together. ”

Ning Feng: "Uh, that, I still have some problems. ”

......

"Oh, where is the young man, where is the flower competition?"

A voice that is neither male nor female came, mixed with a large number of coquettish and obsessed women's voices, listening to it, Ning Feng ran faster than a rabbit.

"I'll go, this is even better than a pickled girl?"

"His worst record is that he has known each other for half an hour, and the other party invites Dunlun?"

"This kid can't do it......"

......

"Ah~~ What about people?"

"What about making holes together?"

Behind Ning Feng's dusty back, a groundhog came out of the ground, looking dazed and lost.

The ground around it is full of pits.

Ning Feng's voice came from afar from the back: "The promising career of making holes is still enjoyed by the seniors themselves." I took my leave under it. ”

......

"I don't believe it......"

"I ......"

Ning Feng's whole person is in a large font. Suspended in the spiritual void. The surrounding clusters of light flashed one after another, as if they were looking at each other expectantly, and as if they were mocking and joking.

“...... I really believe it. ”

Ning Feng's eyes were a little blank.

If it weren't for the incident that happened three years ago, if it wasn't for the three years of turning into a stone statue to look at, if it wasn't for Ning Feng three years ago, he would have patted his ass properly, turned around and left.

What kind of dreams are those machine spirits making~~

Isn't there a normal machine spirit?

Ning Feng can be called tenacious, and took a few deep breaths. With a strange movement that can only be found under vacuum weightlessness, lying in a large font becomes standing straight.

"Go on!"

He took a deep breath, looked like an execution ground, and set out on the journey again.

Not far away, there was a ball of light, emitting a strange halo, just suspended so quietly, it was a bit lonely.

Ning Feng's attention subconsciously fell on it.

At first, he laughed to himself. Isn't it just a light group, can he still read loneliness to Pin?

Afterward. Ning Feng's heart suddenly moved: "No, most of the other light clusters are not far away from each other, but this light cluster, the other machine spirits seem to be far away from it. ”

Ning Feng became interested, and observed carefully, the more closely he looked, the more he couldn't help but think of a withdrawn teenager standing straight, no one was in, and the other teenagers were in groups of three or five, whispering, and respectfully staying away.

"Generally speaking, those who behave like this are capable. ”

"I don't know how this is?"

Ning Feng's mind flashed with the idea that he thought he was funny, and there was no logic at all, and the whole person slowly approached the past.

The closer he got, the more he could see the light in real.

The halo emitted by the light cluster itself is also somewhat different from other light clusters.

Looking at it from a distance, the light cluster showed a faint pink light all over the body, which was the reason why Ning Feng didn't pay attention to it earlier, or subconsciously avoided it.

How to say that you have just gotten rid of emotional wounds, and you will inevitably avoid such things as snakes and scorpions for men and women.

Taking a closer look, Ning Feng suddenly found a strange place.

This light cluster turned out to be pink on the outside, and on the inside was an ink-like halo, which was still escaping out, as if a piece of fine pine smoke and ink had fallen into the pond by mistake, and was blurring little by little......

"Interesting. ”

Ning Feng thought in his heart, and made a touch movement with his hand.

The next moment, the world was spinning, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already on the beam of a study.

"Uh~"

"What's going on?"

Ning Feng was a little dazed, and at the same time, his body seemed to be out of control, unable to move, except for a pair of eyeballs, which could still be dripping and turning.

No matter how you turn around, what you can see is not the situation in the study?

The tiles on the roof of the study were like a fictitious set, and Ning Feng's gaze went straight through them, taking in the delicate layout of the study.

There was someone in the room, a scholar.

The scholar holds the pen and paints.

Seeing this scene, Ning Feng suddenly had a good impression, saying that he also regarded himself as a scholar.

Good feelings are good feelings, he still can't jump down to say hello or something as he thought in his head, the whole person seems to be frozen, he can't move a bit, he can only watch dryly.

Below, in the study, time is accelerated, changing all year round, and it is completed in a flash.

The scholar was immersed in the danqing, and the purple bamboo wolf in his hand kept waving, and there were hanging scrolls in the study.

Ning Feng's gaze fell on the hanging scroll, and his chest was suddenly filled with four glittering big words: Fellow Daoists!

It was a picture of a beautiful woman.

There are graceful girls who cry on the sedan chair delicately, there are young invincible girls who embrace the banks of the Qinghe River for a group of girls, and there are also weak women who kneel and sit to cover the burial flowers and groan......

The scholar is a poor scholar, dressed in clothes for four seasons, but this painting is really good, lifelike, beautiful women, as if they are about to come out of the painting.

Ning Feng couldn't help but think of what happened in the soul realm at the beginning.

When the female ghost came in through the crack in the door, and the rat was delaying his division in the middle of the night, wasn't he also looking at similar things to pass the loneliness of the journey?

Compare the gap between the booklet and the scroll in front of you. Ning Feng was greatly impressed by the poor scholar's painting work. Intentions, even if not for the treasure. Later, you can also communicate with his good students, but you don't have to escape as quickly as the countless trips to the wilderness before.

Before he could finish a thought, he suddenly burst out in shock:

"Huh?"

"What's going on?"

In front of Ning Feng's eyes, scenes are happening with chaos and speed like butterflies wearing flowers.

He saw people who couldn't see clearly rushing in and out, and saw the poor scholar from immersion in paintings all day long to holding a pen in a daze, with a painful struggle on his face, regretting that he had not been at the beginning.

"What's going on?"

Ning Feng had a faint premonition. The leisure of watching the play, I'm afraid it's coming to an end.

Sure enough, he no longer just saw the picture, but for the first time in the strange world in front of him, there was a sound.

"How so, how so?"

The poor scholar lingered, and the more remorse grew.

After a long time, he looked up to the sky and sighed: "I will not kill Beren, but Beren will die by me." ”

"What is the matter of reading the books of the sages?"

"Danqing trail, I am the only one. May I stay in the world of beauty, not ......"

The poor scholar suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Its color is black, no matter how coincidentally it falls, it falls into the inkstone, and blends with the black ink, regardless of each other.

Ning Feng's heart tightened when he saw this, knowing that something must have happened.

He could even feel that the force that restrained his movements was dissipating little by little, and instead of freezing his whole body like before, it was like a rope, and he felt like he was about to break.

Ning Feng hurriedly began to struggle, and the scenes in the study were going on without any interference.

"That's it!"

The poor scholar looked up to the sky and sighed, put on his hair and pen, drank thick ink, hung up a new hanging scroll, and quickly smeared it on it.

A moment later, the back of a scholar with a long roar in the sky appeared on the scroll.

The scholar's back opened his arms, facing the sky with his face, as if he was roaring, questioning, and venting his remorse and unwillingness to the sky.

What is completely strange is that the poor scholar painted two pitch-black wings on the back of the scholar in the painting, flapping, as if he wanted to tear the sky, and took the scholar straight up to the ninth level to question the emperor.

After painting heartily, the poor scholar used his hands hard, and with a "snap", the purple bamboo wolf stained with ink spots broke off and fell.

He himself bowed his head, swooped, and slammed headfirst into the freshly painted painting, the ink still dry.

"Don't!"

Ning Feng shouted.

He vaguely guessed what was going to happen, and what was even more strange was that he actually drank out.

Almost at the same time, the invisible force that restrained Ning Feng's movements dissipated, and he ignored the presence of Wadang beams and other existences, and fell straight down from the roof, falling into the study.

"Bang!"

Seeing that he was about to fall face down and fall beyond recognition, Ning Feng, who had recovered his mobility, exerted his strength on his waist, and immediately controlled his body, landed on his feet, and stepped heavily on the ground.

"Late ......"

Ning Feng stopped moving.

In mid-air, he saw that the poor scholar crashed headlong into the hanging painting, and did not break the painting, nor did he hit the back of the painting, but as if he had crashed into a door, the moment he hit the painting, he disappeared into the study.

At that time, the remnants of the pen were still rolling on the ground, and Ning Feng could fall.

"Huh?"

Ning Feng's pupils shrank suddenly.

He saw that inside the hanging scroll, the scholar's head was rich in bright red, like a bald pen, smeared fiercely, straight down, and soaked under the scholar's feet.

Ning Feng's eyes blinked, and the situation on the scholar's head in the hanging scroll was like a person crashing to death on a wall.

"That's it, dead?"

Ning Feng swallowed his saliva, feeling that this thing was very weird.

In the last scene, the scholar painted himself, and then he hit his head on the painting and disappeared, and then the self in the painting began to flow, and he was no longer alive......

How weird, how weird, how to understand?

Ning Feng felt that his head hurt a little.

Looking around the left and right, on the pictures of each beauty, the faint mist rendering, looming, looking at it does not seem to be looking at the picture, but like when the mountains are empty after the rain, he is in the window, through the window, looking at the window good woman.

"Is it ......?"

Ning Feng chuckled in his heart, and if he realized, his eyes quickly swept over the pictures of the beauties, and finally fell on the scholar's picture, and his mind kept replaying the last scene of the scholar.

"I kind of get it. ”

Ning Feng touched his chin and muttered to himself: "It's just that the scholar is obviously just an ordinary scholar, so the problem is ......."

His gaze moved downwards to the pen on the ground that had been broken in two.

At this time, a sudden change occurred.

The purple bamboo wolf, which had been broken in two, suddenly came to life, and both of them were wriggling, and they were difficult to dock together, and then a black flower flowed, and it was restored as before.

The next moment, the restored purple bamboo wolf jumped up from the ground, and its wolf was still full of ink, and it was suspended in front of Ning Feng.

"And so it was. ”

Ning Feng sighed, his expression was solemn, and he slowly stretched out his hand and held the pen holder...... (To be continued......)