Blackwater Palace.
Hong Kang played with the brush in his hand, which was about as long as his forearm. The handle was thick and round, and the hair on the tip was white and soft.
Pang Qingyang said: "Brother, I do feel a strange power in this pen, but I can't stimulate it no matter what."
This pen is the magic pen that Pang Qingyang brought back from An Youyu.
She also sensed that this magical pen should have given birth to Linghui.
Hong Kang asked: "Since it is a pen, have you ever tried writing or painting?"
Pang Qingyang said: "Why not?!"
"But there are no strange changes. I have also tried various inks and papers, and the writing is no different from an ordinary brush!~"
If Pang Qingyang hadn't clearly sensed the power in the magic pen and it was what his elder brother wanted, Pang Qingyang would have cut it with a sword.
Hong Kang took a piece of white paper and simply drew a plum blossom.
The ink has a dull rhyme, and although it has no eye-catching color, it is full of freshness and elegance.
"Brother, this plum blossom is strong, fragrant and outstanding. It's a great painting!"
"Hahaha... I haven't painted in many years, but this painter seems to be pretty good."
This was naturally a joke between the two.
For practitioners of their Taoist realm, they understand the strength of every fiber of the body, and any skill that requires body movements, as long as they get started, they can reach the pinnacle! ~~
For example: calligraphy, painting, carving, piano playing...
Even if you haven't learned it before.
Of course, it is only the pinnacle of the mundane level. If you want to use skills to enter the Tao, there is still a long way to go.
After finishing the painting, Hong Kang stared at the dark plum blossom carefully, and there was indeed no change.
He sighed: "My Hunyuan Gang Qi can't be activated..."
When he input his Hunyuan Gangqi just now, he noticed that the material of this magical pen was strange. Both the pen body and the brush hair were connected into one body and were extremely tough.
After thinking about it, Hong Kang closed his eyes.
The space fluctuated for a while, and the Shinto Dharmakaya stepped out, turning from virtual to real, with a majestic appearance.
As soon as his divine eyes opened, mysterious light circulated, and there seemed to be infinite stars.
The whole palace seemed to tremble slightly.
"Alas~!"
"The power grew too fast, and before it was fully controlled, it actually caused a trace of leakage..."
After occupying the entire territory of Yangzhou, the gathered incense faith suddenly increased more than ten times. As time passed, it continued to increase day by day. The Qiankun Pearl was filled with a massive amount of incense faith, and Hong Kang's Shinto body was suddenly "I'm full"~!
"We need to slow down and settle down."
"stop!"
The magic pen fell into the hands of the Shinto Dharmakaya, and Hong Kang suddenly felt that the spirit of the magic pen seemed to have awakened.
"Huh?!"
As soon as the thought came to mind, the golden divine power was input into the magic pen. In an instant, the magic pen began to tremble slightly, and the tip of the pen emitted little golden light.
Hong Kang casually drew another plum blossom.
This time, both Hong Kang and Pang Qingyang sensed a mysterious fluctuation.
Then, something incredible happened.
Mo Mei "lived"...!
A dark plum blossom lay quietly on the white paper.
"It is indeed a magic pen. It requires divine power to activate its effect..."
Hong Kang and Pang Qingyang just looked at this dark plum blossom, as if they were seeing a rare treasure! ~
In fact, it is indeed a rare treasure.
Because, there are no black plum blossoms in this world...
Pang Qingyang's sword heart jumped slightly.
"Is this the magic pen?! Turn fiction into reality, refine fiction into reality...?!"
Pang Qingyang was surprised again when he gently twisted it with his bare hands and felt the real weight.
If we just talk about the ink for painting, it doesn’t have such weight~!
You can still smell the subtle fragrance of plum blossoms on the tip of your nose, and this feeling of "vitality"...
The fingertips exerted force and gradually exceeded a certain upper limit. With a "wave" sound, the ink plum suddenly disappeared, no, it turned into a thin layer of paper.
"Brother, the hardness of this plum blossom is almost the same as that of a normal flower."
"This pen is so magical~!"
"I just don't know if it's possible to draw living animals?"
Hong Kang smiled.
"You'll know if you try it."
He just sensed that a black plum blossom was far from reaching the upper limit of the magic pen's ability.
In the original trajectory, An Youyu could draw horses and paper figures with it...!
But Hong Kang was a bit puzzled. How did An Youyu, a mortal, rely on to exert the magical power of his magic pen? ?
From Pang Qingyang's words, he knew that An Youyu didn't have any cultivation level.
After thinking for a while, Hong Kang found a plate of paint and immediately started to paint.
After a dozen breaths passed, a woman in green clothes appeared on the page, bright and moving.
"Brother..."
Pang Qingyang called in a low voice.
Gein, the woman in green in the painting is exactly her.
"I would like to see if this magical pen can really "change a living person"?!"
After a while, Hong Kang stopped writing.
This time, the Shenao flickers with greater fluctuations than before. The woman in green in the painting, whose eyes were originally just dotted with ink, gradually seemed to have a real sense of agility.
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
"Incredible!~~"
"The mystery of creation, this is the power of creation...!"
Then.
Under the witness of Hong Kang and Pang Qingyang, the person in the painting "walked" out with lotus steps.
With exactly the same appearance and expression, there were two Pang Qingyang standing in front of Hong Kang.
The person in the painting squeezes his hands and moves his legs, his face full of joy.
"I'm alive, I'm really alive!~"
"I am no longer a motionless image..."
"Brother, thank you, you gave me life..."
His speech is logical and his movements are smooth, but he is too curious about the outside world.
The man in the painting jumped over happily, pulling Hong Kang's sleeves and shaking them constantly.
His lively and active temperament is fully displayed in these few breathing sessions.
Hong Kang and Pang Qingyang looked at each other.
"How much of Qingyang's skills have you inherited?"
"This...I don't know~!"
"Come on, attack me and let me see how close you are to Qingyang's swordsmanship."
The void beckoned, condensing energy into a weapon, and a silver-gray sword appeared, and Hong Kang threw it to the man in the painting.
The person in the painting took the sword, and a mysterious light flashed in his eyes.
"Brother, be careful then."
Huh~!
The man in the painting shakes his sword, and the sound of the sword is clear and sweet.
With one straight thrust, he covered a distance of three feet.
Hong Kang only stepped back a foot to avoid the best stabbing range. He gathered Gang Qi in his right hand, took an air knife in his hand, and slashed out diagonally.
The speed is not fast, even two minutes slower than the stabbing attack of the person in the painting just now.
Hong Kang controlled his strength and speed.
The man in the painting steps with his sword at an angle and uses his cloud sword in his backhand. Hong Kang responds with a jumping sword...
Two figures floated gracefully, and the sound of long swords and air knives cutting through the air was endless.
However, after dozens of moves were made, there was not a single sound of swords clashing. Both sides used one move and then changed their moves midway.
This is an exchange of pure craftsmanship.
This is a competition of eyesight, experience, etc.
In fact, with Hong Kang's current state, this sword fight is like a child's play to Zhan. The movement is too slow, the force is too light, and there is no divine intention...
However, Hong Kang's purpose is not to win or anything.
After dozens of more moves, Hong Kang's sword style changed, and he slashed with his backhand. He did not dodge or dodge, but directly hit the long sword of the person in the painting.
"Ding!~~"
Finally, the swords clashed.
The two air weapons were broken into little pieces of light.
"Brother..."
"Okay, no need to act!"
Hong Kang's eyes were clear.
"What shall I call you?"
"Pen demon? Pen spirit? Pen fairy? Or what?~~"
………………
The god of pen is called Pei'a, the god of research is called Quefei, the god of ink is called Hui Di, the god of paper is called Shangqing, and the god of pen is also called Changhua.
"To Xuzazu"
