"The old demon married a wife...the old demon married a wife..."

Ning Feng murmured with his hands behind his back, and bit by bit connected the scene in front of him with the hanging scroll seen in the study.

"It turns out to be like this..."

"Ma Liang is really dead unjustly."

Ning Fengqing couldn't help but feel amused and laughed.

He remembered the composition of that painting clearly.

The Shen family girl leaned down on the sedan chair and cried. This was a common thing for marriage, but once the picture was interpreted, it became a forced marriage and unwilling to marry.

It's fine, but what's even more strange is Ma Liang's technique when painting. Whether it's leaving blank space, or ink to mottle to welcome relatives, or the wedding team goes straight to the deep mountains and into the sky, this means that there are many people and far away.

Why did the story of this scroll become an old monster, leading the demons and forcibly marrying the Shen family's daughter?

Ning Feng completely couldn't understand this kind of magical interpretation, and he thought with a lot of laughter and cry: "How unfair should Ma Liang be?"

"A good painting, God knows how it will be interpreted like this. It's really not his problem."

"This Shenjiazhuang is a small farm in the mountains. For them, an old monster is like a mountain god, so naturally he cannot resist it."

"Therefore, even if they don't want to, they have to set up a decorative light, just like the Shen family girl who cries, no matter how much she crys, she still has to wipe away her tears and get on the sedan chair."

"So, what I have to do is to stop this marriage?"

When Ning Feng thought of this, his original laughter and crying completely turned into a bitter smile.

"Please... it's really... big..."

He looked down at his hand, not holding the magic pen's right hand, but his empty left hand.

Open your left hand and the palm is empty. Only the fingerprints are clear and chaotic, just like Ning Feng's mood at this moment.

Of course, he didn't want to watch the patterns on his palm to make a fortune, but instead made a fist clenching action, then let go and sighed:

"Strength!"

"Spiritual power, magic tools, and magic... I can't bring in any of them, and I can't use anything. What should I use to stop the old demon from marrying a wife?"

Ning Feng collapsed his face and instantly met the people of Shenjiazhuang.

"Let's take a step by step!"

The wind is whistling and the Yishui is cold. The hero's passionate attitude of going to die is gone, and he stepped into the village with great strides.

As the old Zhuangjiahan said, the Shen family is both hospitality and kind. In addition to warm hospitality, they remind Ning Feng to leave early and not to be involved.

The problem is that Ning Feng was involved in it, so how could he leave?

So all kinds of people pretended to be stupid, and the Shen family had no choice but to be kind and arranged Ning Fengming, an outsider, to have a wedding banquet at the bottom.

Ning Feng pretended not to realize it, but sighed secretly and received the love.

The Shen family clearly saw that Ning Feng refused to listen to his advice and was afraid of hurting his life, so they settled him in the bottom. Even if something happened, it would not be the first time he died, leaving some chance of running away.

Such an opportunity leaves a scholar who has unknown origins and has met for the first time but has not listened to good people. This shows how kind and kind the Shen family is.

"Forget it."

"Don't say that this is a dream of the spirit of the instrument. I came here to complete the dream of the spirit of the instrument. Even if I encounter such people in the real world, I will never be able to sit idly by."

Ning Fengyun ate lightly, and his face was completely different from the bereaved parents of the people around him, and he said to himself in his heart:

"I'll keep in mind this matter!"

Originally, Ning Feng himself did not notice the dream of this weapon spirit, because of a series of experiences such as fishing. He didn't know when it started, but he actually had an irresistible mentality.

Under this mentality, when encountering problems, Ning Feng did not actively look for solutions, but walked with an outsider-like mood to visit.

Do it if you can, it doesn’t matter.

At this moment, because of the actions of the Shen family, Ning Feng's mentality changed.

It is no longer necessary to complete tasks, but more importantly, I don’t want such a kind family to have no end.

"Even if the spirit of the weapon creates a dream, how can a good person not be rewarded?"

"A good family will be punished by evil. As the saying goes, if there is no corpse when repairing bridges and roads, who else can do good?"

"I don't know whether the sky is in charge of the traffic, I'm still in the wind."

Ning Feng's eyes opened and closed, and his brilliance shone everywhere.

He was relaxed and let go of his worries. He ate happily. No one else was in a mood for the chopsticks on the table of dishes, and too half of them fell into his mouth.

After eating and drinking, Ning Feng pushed the bowls and chopsticks, and bowed to the butler of the Shen family who came next to him to urge him to leave quickly and said, "I feel ashamed of being treated by the Shen family. However, I have no things in my body and cannot repay me. I am not diligent in all my body and can't work. I have some experience in writing and ink. I am willing to paint the Shen family to express my feelings."

After Ning Feng finished speaking, he sat down again, showing that you were not fast enough to clean up the tables and chairs and quickly serve the four treasures of the study.

The old housekeeper had no choice but to persuade him again, and joy came from outside, and the sound was as if coming from the sky.

Ning Feng raised his eyebrows and looked in the sound. He saw a bright red carpet flying over the Black Mountain in the distance. The black air was rolling around and countless evil spirits swarmed. The musician at the front was not sure where he was tied up, and he was constantly playing and singing.

"This is here to welcome the bride."

Ning Feng understood at a glance.

The Shen family and the village households around them all looked like earth, either trembling or simply fell to the ground, and there was even a crying sound like a sky-splashing sound from the inner house.

"Here...here..."

The butler's face was pale and he was silent.

Ning Feng stabbed him and asked, "Butler, where is the study?"

When is this? I still feel like painting? Is this scholar really going to paint? Are you sure you are not trying to die?

The old housekeeper was completely helpless and speechless. He was too lazy to argue at this moment, so he waved his hand and asked the maids to prepare to go.

After a while, the pen, ink, paper and ink were prepared.

Ning Feng looked at the maid who was trembling all over, and then saw that the dishes on the table were no longer cleaned up. He knew that he could not count on anyone to serve him. He sighed and grabbed the corner of the tablecloth and shook it open. He swept all the remaining soup and cold sauce to the ground.

The "crash" sound immediately attracted a lot of attention. For a moment, the Shenjia Village, along with the phoenix crown and robe, were supported by Miss Shen, who walked out of the inner house, looked towards Ning Feng in one go.

Ning Feng seemed to be unaware.

He had no intention of treating himself as an outsider, and took the four treasures of the study from the maid and went to the table. He didn't even look at all the wolves and rabbits, and threw them on the ground casually.

You don’t need to dip the ink. Just make a good inkstone of Duan inkstone, and use it as paperweight when you put it in your hands.

What Ning Feng held in his hand was naturally a magic pen.

He pressed his pen to his chin with a blank expression, his eyes empty, and murmured.

The sound was almost the same as the mosquitoes, so naturally no one could hear it clearly.

There was a good thing left by Zuo Jin, and he hurriedly rubbed over and pricked up his ears and eavesdropped. The voice was heard: "Uh, that one. What am I drawing?"

The eavesdropper staggered and almost fell to the ground.

In his heart, there were tens of thousands of grass and mud horses whizzing by. What was going on? He was so full that he had thought about painting anything?

Ning Feng had no idea about this person's reaction.

He really didn't know what to draw, but he knew why he drew it?!

"I came in to create a dream of the weapon spirit. Here, the weapon spirit is probably no different from the gods. I am not really into the real body, and I am under the rules of others. It is normal that I cannot use my power."

"But things always have to be solved. The spirit of the weapon creates this dream and leads me in. Isn't it because I want to watch another scene through my eyes?"

"The door was closed tightly for me, but the window was opened."

Ning Feng lowered his head and looked at the window, no, he looked at the magic pen.

The only thing he can use is the power of the magic pen.

What Ma Liang can do, at least in this dream creation, Ning Feng can do it.

With a certain mind, he grasped the key point of breaking the deadlock.

"Just draw this!"

Ning Feng's blank eyes swept across the entire Shen family village, and finally condensed into one place, and finally knew what to draw.

"Brush ~~~"

Seeing the festive sounds in the sky getting closer, Ning Feng did not dare to delay for a moment and quickly wrote.

With his attitude, what he knew was that he was painting with a hair splash, and what he didn't know was that he was sweeping the paper, and his movements were so fast that the afterimages came out.

Ning Feng kept his hands in his hands, which did not prevent him from constantly raising his head and looking at the place that triggered his inspiration before.

His actions naturally attracted the attention of the Shen family. I don’t know how many people followed his gaze, and the next moment, most of the people who were laughing and crying took over.

Ning Feng was copying the painting while watching, and it was the door god that every household was attached to, and there was nothing surprising.

After knowing what the template is, the Shen family even lost their curiosity and interest in how he drew it, and they turned into a defeated rooster again.

Among them, there are Miss Shen who did not pay attention from beginning to end.

She was supported by the old women who had come back to the smell and moved step by step toward the door, feeling sad: "Why, why is my life so miserable?"
To be continued...