"Do you know how to catch rainbow fish? Yes, look at that, that's the place where the water flows the most urgently...!"

"How many types of ingredients for universal bait have you mastered?"

"The strength of the Tianyan fishing line and the black and black silk of human hair... Hey, hey, what about people, don't leave... don't leave..."

Ning Feng ran faster than being chased by a thief with a shoulder pole from his infatuated female family.

When he returned to the spiritual realm, he was in a bad mood.

"Fishing? Compare fishing with the spirit of the weapon that you can create dreams and fishing for yourself. If you can win, there will be a ghost~~"

Ning Feng calmed down for a moment and regained his strength: "I don't believe it anymore, come again..."

...

"I hate that I have to press the golden thread every year and make wedding clothes for others."

"Langjun, let's go and girl-red together."

Ning Feng: "Uh, that, I have something to do."

...

"Ye, where is that young man? Where did you agree to compete in the flowers?"

A voice that was neither male nor female came, mixed in the voice of a coquettish woman. In his ears, Ning Feng ran faster than a rabbit.

"I'll go, this one is more than picking up girls?"

"His worst record is that he had known each other for half an hour to ask for Dunlun?"

"This young man can't do it..."

...

"Ah~ Where are people?"

"Where are you agreeing to dig holes together?"

Behind Ning Feng's back, a groundhog emerged from the ground, looking confused and disappointed.

The ground around it is full of pits.

Ning Feng's voice came from afar from his back: "It's better for the promising career to dig holes, please enjoy it yourself. Let's say goodbye."

...

"I don't believe it..."

"I……"

Ning Feng's whole person was in a large shape, suspended in the spiritual realm void. Light balls around him flashed, as if they were looking forward to it, and as if they were ridiculed and joking.

“…I really believe it.”

Ning Feng's eyes were a little unconscious.

If it weren't for the thing that happened three years ago, if it weren't for the stone statues that turned into three years, if it were Ning Feng, who had been three years ago, would have slapped his butt and turned around and left.

What kind of dreams are created by those spirits~~

Isn't there any normal weapon spirit?

Ning Feng was at least tough, so he took a few deep breaths. With a strange movement that only happened under the weight loss of vacuum, he lay down in a singular shape and stood straight.

"continue!"

He took a deep breath, and as he looked like a execution ground, he embarked on the journey again.

Not far away, there was a ball of light, emitting a strange halo, floating quietly, and it felt a bit lonely.

Ning Feng's attention subconsciously fell on it.

At the beginning, he laughed at himself. Isn’t it just a light ball? Can he still read loneliness?

Later, Ning Feng suddenly felt a sudden movement in his heart: "No, most of the other light groups are not far from each other, but this light group, other spirits seem to be keeping away from it."

Ning Feng became interested and observed carefully. The more he looked, the more he couldn't help but appear in his mind. A lonely boy stood up straight. Don't go in a stranger. Other boys were in groups of three or five, whispering, and staying away.

"Generally speaking, those who show this are capable."

"I don't know how this is?"

Ning Feng's mind was filled with the idea that he thought was funny and had no logic at all, and he slowly approached the past.

The closer he gets, the more he can see this light ball truly.

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

Looking from afar, the light mass showed a faint pink light throughout, which was why Ning Feng did not pay attention to it or subconsciously avoided it.

How come I just got rid of my love from my love, I can't help but avoid such things as snakes and scorpions.

After a close look, Ning Feng immediately discovered a strange place.

This ball of light turned out to be pink on the outside, and inside was an ink-like halo, which was still radiating out continuously, as if a good pine smoke ink fell into the pond and was smudged little by little...

"interesting."

Ning Feng thought in his heart and made a touching move on his hand.

The next moment, the sky turned dizzy, and when he opened his eyes, he was already on the beam of a study room.

“Uh~”

“What’s going on?”

Ning Feng was a little confused, and at the same time, his body seemed to have lost control and could not move. In addition to a pair of eyes, he could also be spinning around.

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

The tiles on the roof of the study were as if nothing had happened. Ning Feng's eyes passed through it, and the tiny arrangement of the study was clearly placed in the eyes.

There is someone in the room who is a scholar.

The scholar holds the pen and splashes his hair to paint.

Seeing this scene, Ning Feng suddenly felt good about it. He also regarded himself as a scholar.

No matter how good he is, he still can't jump down and say hello as he thought. He felt like he was frozen, unable to move at all, and could only watch.

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

The scholar was immersed in the painting, and his hands were always waving his purple bamboo perverted hair, and there were hanging scrolls in the study.

Ning Feng's eyes fell on the hanging scroll, and his chest was filled with four golden words: "A fellow man!"

That was a picture of beauty.

There are graceful girls who are holding on the sedan chair and crying bitterly, there are invincible youthful people who are surfing the riverside for a group of girls, and there are also weak people who are kneeling and burying the earth and burying flowers...

The scholar is a poor scholar, wearing all kinds of clothes all year round, but the painting skills are really lifelike, and beautiful women seem to be coming out of the painting.

Ning Feng couldn't help but think of the incident in the soul realm.

When the female ghost came in through the crack in the door, when the mouse was in the middle of the night, wasn’t he also looking at something similar to it, and was he going to pass the loneliness of the journey?

Comparing the difference between the booklet and the scroll in front of you, Ning Feng was very impressed by this poor scholar's painting worker. He planned to communicate with him later, even if it was not for the treasure, he would not have to escape as quickly as he had been in the past.

Before he could finish his thoughts, he suddenly felt surprised and said:

“Huh?”

“What’s going on?”

In front of Ning Feng's eyes, scenes were happening in chaos and rapidity like butterflies.

He saw people who could not see clearly and rush out. He saw the poor scholars going from immersed in paintings all day long to holding their pens in a daze, struggling with pain and regretting their original expression.

"what happens?"

Ning Feng had a vague premonition. The leisure time watching the show was probably about to end.

Sure enough, he no longer could only see the picture. In this strange world in front of him, the sound appeared for the first time.

"How could this happen, how could this happen?"

The poor scholar lingers and regrets become stronger.

After a long time, he sighed to the sky: "I won't kill Boren, Boren will die by me."

"What's the matter when reading the books of sages?"

"I like it alone. I wish to stay in the beauty instead of..."

The poor scholar suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. His color turned black, and by chance, he fell into the inkstone and blended with the pitch-black ink, regardless of each other.

Ning Feng felt nervous when he saw this, he knew that something must have happened.

He could even feel the power that bound his movements dissipated little by little, and it was not as frozen as before. Instead, it felt like a rope, and it felt like it was broken when it was struggling.

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

"Forget it!"
To be continued...