"boom!"

"My name is Ma Liang..."

The moment Ning Feng held the pen, he "boomed" in his mind, and the previous scholar appeared, and the scholar's voice sounded directly. ()

"Wait, what's the name? Ma Liang?"

Ning Feng's eyes blinked so fast that the summer fan was even faster, "Ma Liang, the magic pen?!"

The scholar did not answer, nor could he answer. This was obviously just a little spirit left in the magic pen, and he was just talking down.

He said he was a young man and said he didn't like to search for chapters and sentences, but he liked to paint with his hair, and was best at painting...

The story begins to change at a certain time node.

One day, the scholar went out to collect folk songs and observed the beauty. He was stunned for a moment and fell from the bridge into the river.

The scholar who had never learned to swim did not fall or drown. Of course, the water was only as deep as his waist.

Everyone laughed, the beauty covered her mouth, the scholar was embarrassed and angry, so he ran away with his face, but he didn't forget the purple bamboo wolf pen he accidentally touched when he fell into the river.

The scholar was poor and his pen looked exquisite, so he took it back.

When he returned to the study and was embarrassed and upset, the scholar remembered the girls on the bridge again and had the urge to paint.

Following the common example, the scholar first draws some common things around him and practices writing, and then he dares to write the pictures of his favorite beauty.

Well, the one I use is naturally the purple bamboo wolf hair, or it is called: magic pen.

As a result, under a painting, the scholar first drew chickens and ducks, so the study room was formed in circles, feathers and bird droppings were flying together, and the chickens and ducks were talking noisy;

Then draw rice and flour, pile up into mountains, and the study room turns into granaries...

Ma Liang was shocked and finally believed that the pen in his hand was a magic pen. As long as he painted with care, he would have a god and life, and he could walk out of the painting.

He was shocked and overjoyed.

Because from then on, Ma Liang no longer had to search for chapters and sentences to be the worm in the book, and he no longer needed to make plans for rice and wheat. If he was hungry, he would draw rice flour and cotton coats, except for the inability to live, and other things would exist as long as he painted them.

Ma Liang has both regrets and ease to be unable to draw a living person.

If the beauty in the painting really comes out, he is afraid that he will not be able to control it, which will blaspheme it. It will blaspheme it will also blaspheme it will blaspheme it will also blaspheme it will blaspheme it.

So Ma Liang enjoys splashing ink day after day. When he goes out, he collects folk songs to see the beauty, and when he goes in, he goes in, he goes in. It is so pleasant to copy freehand painting.

Until one day...

"So that's how it is."

Ning Feng looked at the magic pen in his hand, and was stunned.

Ning Feng has completely understood what happened next through the figure of a scholar who has dissipated at this moment and through the magic pen itself.

One day, Ma Liang discovered that a beautiful woman he painted suffered misfortune, and her fate was somewhat related to the situation in his paintings.

Then, the second and third...

Once or twice is called luck;

Three or four times, what else can you say?

This is what Ma Liang said before his death: If you don’t kill Boren, Boren will die by me.

His magical strokes are not alive, but they do not have any impact on those people.

It was too late for Ma Liang to understand this, so there were scenes that Ning Feng saw.

"So……"

Ning Feng stared at the magic pen in his hand and asked softly: "What do you want me to do in this dream?"

"You created this dream?"

The magic pen was silent and speechless, just like an ordinary wolf-haired pen, and it seemed that it was still immersed in the sorrow of Ma Liang's death and could not speak out.

Ning Feng shook his head and said to himself: "If you don't say it, I've roughly guessed it."

"Trouble~"

He looked around at the beautiful woman hanging in the sky, looming in the sky, thinking.

After a while, Ning Feng shrugged and comforted himself: "Okay, it's better to go fishing, dig holes, and pick up girls in the competition, right?"

When he thought of those strange requests, he was chilling. Compared with this magical pen Ma Liangmeng, he immediately became kind and kind.

“Which one should start?”

Ning Feng held the magic pen and walked forward. He had no goal anyway, so he approached the painting.

In that painting, a graceful and beautiful woman lay on the sedan chair, crying sadly.

This scene is the main body of the picture. Both sides are either left blank or ink-dyeing, and the shadows are slimly decorated with light ink.

On one side, the family members are helping each other and crying;

On one side, there are pairs of figures, each figure just fainted from a small ink dot, just like a distance from the sky.

"It's normal~"

Ning Feng touched his chin, for a moment he forgot to have a magic pen in his hand, and almost put a stroke on his chin.

Holding the pen carefully, he refocused on the hanging scroll.

"Isn't this the most common picture of marrying a wife?"

"Whether it is customs, secular discussions, or true feelings in my heart, it is normal for a woman to cry before getting on the sedan chair?"

“What’s the problem?”

Ning Feng scratched his head, as if he was talking to himself, and then he was asking about the magic pen in his hand.

He didn't expect the magic pen to answer.

This is like a puzzle. Since Ning Feng has entered the other party's dream, he has made plans to pass the other party's test.

Unexpectedly, with a "buzz" sound, the magic pen actually responded.

Ning Feng's hand trembled, almost unable to hold the magic pen tightly. He looked over in surprise, but he saw that the magic pen was as if it was alive, struggling in his hand, and trying his best to point the wolf hair at the scroll.

After doing this, the magic pen suddenly became quiet and returned to silence, as if the scene had not happened before. No matter how you look at it, it looks like an ordinary brush.

"You want me..."

Ning Feng swallowed his saliva, looked at the hanging scroll, and spit out two words: "...go in?"

The magic pen trembled again.

This time, there was no big noise, but Ning Feng could fully feel the meaning conveyed, so the magic pen almost grew a head and nodded.

"All right……"

Ning Feng shrugged, held the magic pen tightly, raised his head, and raised his chest.... He closed his eyes and strode straight forward with a big step forward, crashing into the hanging scroll.

One step, two steps, three steps.

As soon as he stepped out of the third step, Ning Feng felt a nearly wet feeling on his skin.

This feeling is quite mysterious. If you want to compare it, I can only describe it by passing through an extremely thin water curtain - it is obviously moist and cold, but it is still dry when you reach out to touch it.

“Huh?”

Ning Feng opened his eyes and found that he was no longer in the study.

In front of you is a field full of fields, and a little further away is a small village. You can see that the merchants and families, both men and women, are busy entering and leaving the village.

Ning Feng is not busy going over.

He glanced from afar and collected a lot of information.

The men and women of those farmhouses should be the tenants of the farmhouse. They can help everyone in the farmhouse, either for the money or for the funeral.

Judging from the red lanterns hanging high, it was a wedding or something.

The problem is that from the butler who came out to command, the maid and others, to the village houses themselves, everyone's faces were filled with mist and they wanted to write the word "miser" on their foreheads.

This seems like a frivolous thing again.

Ning Feng didn't need to take a second look and knew that the key point was on the village.

He was not in a hurry and looked around the situation first.

First of all, Ning Feng himself.

He was still the same, still holding a magic pen in his hand.

The pen returned to its calmness and had no reaction at all. Ning Feng instinctively held it tightly. Through the contact between the two sides with almost no gaps, he felt a vague feeling in his heart:

"It's afraid it won't react any more."

"It's a pen now."

"What I have to do is find out what it exists, or what else, what do I want me to do? And, how do I do it?!"

Ning Feng thought of peace in his heart and walked, and the direction of Zhuangzi was ahead.
To be continued...