Zhao Fan was really frightened by these two relics of the Dragon Emperor. Using consciousness as ink, he could dip it a hundred times!
Not only that, he also felt that it was irreversible once it started, and it was beyond his control at the beginning. As the Dragon Emperor's pen flew in and dipped, he embarked on this path of no return.
Zhao Fan calmed down and grasped the Dragon Emperor's pen, but he didn't know how to write.
Because, there is no hint at all.
It's as if the entire world in the painting is available for him to doodle at will!
"Could it be that you want me to eliminate the disaster in the world in the painting?"
Zhao Fan looked around the world in the painting, but the sufferings experienced by ordinary people were too many, with nearly a hundred thousand places experiencing various troubles at the same time.
Gradually.
One day and one night passed.
A new day has arrived.
Zhao Fan's consciousness was stunned in the void while holding the Dragon Emperor's pen.
Because those mundane sufferings are happening again!
The beggar was still being beaten, protecting the food, and the little girl threw away the bloody food...
The middle-aged son still fed his father the poisonous soup, while the children shared a small bowl.
That scene.
"Alas..." Zhao Fan sighed deeply. He looked at all kinds of heart-wrenching scenes. Suddenly, he noticed a pattern in his heart.
If the suffering in the world in the painting is systematically divided, it can be regarded as exactly one hundred kinds of suffering.
And consciousness can dip the Dragon Emperor's pen a hundred times!
"Should one pick one type of suffering and solve it?"
Zhao Fan touched his chin, then he held the Dragon Emperor's pen and pointed in the direction of the beggar. On his way back to the ruined temple, he drew a large block of hard currency unique to it, which was as valuable as the human world. of gold.
And there is still ink left.
Zhao Fan looked at the beggar quietly.
The other party picked up the hard currency. He was stunned for a moment, then picked it up excitedly and ran to the ruined temple. He held the little girl in his arms and cried: "Yaya, we have turned over! Look, what is this?"
Yaya looked at the shiny thing. She had no specific idea, but she knew it was a lot of money.
From then on, the beggar took Yaya with him, and his simple and kind character was gradually lost in glory.
And those who had bullied him were secretly and cruelly retaliated by the beggar. He also started to do business and became more and more cruel. Yaya, who finally grew up, knew the beggar's character and left disappointed, but the beggar didn't care at all.
Zhao Fan frowned, and the strange sense of substitution made him immerse himself in the situation. He felt that the beggar was his incarnation, but he would not be controlled by him.
But the result of this addition was obviously a failure.
His state of mind was stagnant, without any improvement.
Just at this time.
The world in the painting fell into darkness, and when clarity returned again, it returned to the beginning.
The beggar is being beaten.
But there was still 70% of the ink on the Dragon Emperor's pen.
"It turns out there is still a chance to restart." Zhao Fan breathed a sigh of relief. The scene can be restarted, but the ink needs to be used less. On average, only one percent of the consciousness can be used for a type of scene.
This time, Zhao Fan was more cautious.
He thought hard about how to change the beggar's plight.
A long time passed.
Zhao Fan started writing again. Holding the Dragon Emperor's pen, he drew a bag of tips on the beggar's way back. Inside was a piece of paper, and nearly a commoner's money earned in a year. On the paper was written "Production" A secret recipe for food.
The beggar picked up the kit, opened it doubtfully, and saw the paper ticket and the secret recipe. He rushed to the ruined temple with joy, hugged the little girl and said excitedly: "Yaya, we have hope!"
"What's wrong, big brother?" Yaya asked.
"What do you think this is?"
The beggar took out the secret recipe and paper tickets and said, "With these, we will have a guaranteed life!"
soon.
The beggar bought two sets of cheap but simple clothes, one big and one small, and put them on for himself and Yaya. Then he went to the river to wash his face. He didn't look downtrodden at all, just like ordinary people.
He took Yaya into the city and rented a small house with part of the money. He also bought materials for making that kind of food and tried it at home.
One day later.
From being clumsy at first, I have now become more proficient in making.
Yaya is also helping with what she can.
Then the beggar and Yaya took the freshly baked food and picked a spot on the busy street. After paying the local snake protection money, they could set up a stall here.
over time.
The food he sells is becoming more and more popular.
The income is equivalent to double the cost. After deducting the rent and protection fees, there will be a lot left over after one year.
This was all achieved through hard work by him and Yaya, and the process was also filled with laughter.
The beggar's biggest wish now is to save some money, buy a bigger house, and open a shop. He is also very kind to Yaya.
Zhao Fan looked at the smiles on the faces of the beggar and Yaya, and he also smiled.
At this time, the sense of substitution disappeared, and his consciousness returned to God's perspective.
"Um?"
Zhao Fan immediately felt that his state of mind had improved a little!
A trace means an insignificant step!
But what if one hundred silks?
That is a big step, and your state of mind will definitely break through! ! !
