In the study, Ning Feng held the magic pen and frowned./

Opposite him, a girl's outing hanging scroll was automatically unwind. The fog covered on it not only did not dissipate, but instead showed an increasingly strong posture.

The girl was originally outing and looked excited, but now she looked sad and gloomy in her eyebrows, and she couldn't disperse her.

“What’s wrong?”

Ning Feng scratched his head and began to recall his entire treatment.

"Wait, is Zhong Kui the one who changed his head? I can't remember it clearly..."

Ning Feng hesitated for a moment and decided to put aside this question. Is it Zhong Kui not the point at all?

He recalled the story over and over again, vaguely knowing where the problem was.

"I remember, I don't know if the woman asked for it himself or Zhong Kui couldn't see it anymore, so he changed his head back."

"Indeed, the slightly thrilling way of changing heads seems to be unable to solve any problem."

Ning Feng was in a bad mood.

When he was in his daughter Xiang Town, because this story was inexplicably visual and had no idea about him, he used such a rough way.

Now that I think about it carefully, there are really many problems here.

"Beauty and ugliness are not the feeling of Xiao Yu'er alone. Xiao Shi must have the same aesthetic view, so she can't stand it."

"The town is so small, and the two of them have changed their appearances. There is no way to hide it. Within a day, everyone will know it."

"In this way, Xiao Yu'er will get rid of the trouble of being ugly and fall into deeper troubles. Life may not be better."

"Besides, there are human ethics issues. How do mother, daughter, sister, get along?"

Ning Feng felt that his head was as big as two.

"How could I do such a thing... I must have been infected by that stupid scholar."

Ning Feng smiled bitterly, and then realized that being in the dream of the spirit of the instrument was not just as simple as he imagined, but his various reactions and thoughts would be invisibly influenced by the spirit of the instrument.

For example, Ning Feng recalled the matter of his daughter Xiang Zhenzi at this moment. He was invisibly influenced by the spirit of the instrument, especially the dependence of the spirit on magic pens.

Let me ask, if the magic pen alone can solve the problem, if the idea of ​​the weapon spirit can be trusted, then why should he do it?

"There must be other solutions to this matter."

Ning Feng was not busy thinking about other solutions, but took a deep breath and said to the magic pen in his palm: "Let's go, let's go to my daughter's fragrant town again."

"No matter whether you can find another way, turn the wrong thing back to the original trajectory."

This time, the magic pen reacted quickly. As soon as he finished speaking, he had already appeared outside his daughter Xiangzhen.

Needless to say, Ning Feng once again pretended to be "Zhong Kui" and moved the world on the front page, returning everything to its original appearance.

After Ning Feng finished all this, he stayed in his daughter's town for another three days.

During these three days, he tried his best to eliminate the damage caused by his previous actions, while constantly observing and constantly thinking.

Three days later, with the first ray of morning light, Ning Feng left his daughter Xiang Town again and appeared in Ma Liang's study.

The mist on the hanging scroll was still there, and Xiao Yu'er still looked frowning, without the flying and joy that the scholar had originally given to the girl when she painted.

As soon as he returned to the study, Ning Feng directly held the magic pen, fell to the hanging scroll, pressed his pen holder against his chin, stared at the painting, wandering around.

He didn't move at all, but in the world in Ning Feng's mind, there were large pieces of text, and large paragraphs of words were brushed down on the waterfall:

“I went the wrong way.”

"Tools are always tools, and it is people who solve problems, not tools themselves."

"No matter how good the tool is, it cannot replace the real role of human beings."

"This is the case with ordinary tools, and the magic weapon against heaven is the same."

"Try to get rid of the magic pen and think from another perspective."

"Xiao Yu'er is a beautiful woman who is so embarrassed to see the moon. Why does she feel ugly? It is because of the water and soil that the shortcomings that were not flaws were infinitely magnified."

"Soil and soil...water and soil..."

Ning Feng raised his eyebrows and subconsciously looked at the magic pen.

He didn't know when the magic pen was placed on the ground, and he let his round pen holder roll indifferently.

"Does the water and soil change? No!"

Ning Feng shook his head immediately and wiped the idea completely out of his mind.

"If you want to do something that changes the world, if you think carefully, prepare and use it ingeniously, the magic pen may not be able to do it."

"But in that case, I still rely too much on the power of magic pens, not the best solution."

Ning Feng took his gaze away from the magic pen, and in order to avoid seeing his eyes, he became quiet and even closed his eyes.

Every word and sentence he thought before echoed in his mind. He clearly felt that he was just a layer of window paper, but he couldn't break it.

"Forget it, put aside all inherent ideas and think about it all over again."

Ning Feng gritted his teeth, kept sitting cross-legged, staring at the hanging scroll, as if he was about to see a flower in it.

How many expressions are in this way, either gritting teeth, frowning, or understanding, or being confused...

If it is intercepted, it will be a complete collection of human expressions.

Sudden--

Ning Feng suddenly looked up, staring at the hanging scroll, and a voice echoed in his mind:

"I seem to have overlooked something?"

"Yes, why? I overlooked why!"

Ning Feng's neck stretched out, and in his eyes, every detail on the hanging scroll was constantly magnifying, just like practicing archery and staring at the target in the distance for a long time. In the end, the eyes of the copper coins were as big as the sea in his eyes.

"Why did scholar Ma Liang add that little beauty mole to Xiao Yu'er?"

"From the situation in my daughter Xiangzhen, it seems that it wasn't Xiao Yu'er who originally had it, there was something strange about it."

Ning Fengxin had a firm opinion. He followed the map and looked for it with a goal. He found the beauty mole on Xiao Yuer on the hanging scroll. He stared at it with bright eyes.

“Uh~”

"No..."

Ning Feng was stunned at first, and then he was amused and laughed.

He found many possibilities for the behavior of scholar Ma Liang, but he did not guess that it was the kind that happened in reality.

"It turned out to be..., Dimo!"

"I have learned painting for a while because of the shape, color and strength of the ink color, there is no other reason. It is a small ink dot that Ma Liang accidentally dripped or splashed on when he was painting."

Ning Feng was completely speechless. Such a small problem caused so much trouble.

After being depressed, this discovery that was originally just irrelevant and puzzled, made Ning Feng stunned on the spot, as if he was struck by lightning.

"Compare!"

"Yes, it's comparison."

Ning Feng suddenly stepped on the ground, from sitting cross-legged to jumping up, jumping so high that he almost touched a hole in the roof.

"Hahaha, I'm so stupid. I don't have to go to the sunny road, I have to work hard to fly across the ocean."

Ning Feng laughed with confidence. He reached out and shouted, "Come on the pen."

The magic pen flew into his palm obediently, driving it to turn several circles. The divine light flowed on it, as if ready to respond to the call and fly into the painting at any time.

"Don't worry."

Ning Feng smiled and reached out to brush his hand over the pen to calm it down, and said leisurely: "This time, we won't go in."

The magic pen became dark, as if it was scared by his words.

Ning Feng held the pen and walked to the hanging scroll, staring at the small ink dots on the hanging scroll, as if he was talking to himself, as if he was talking to the magic pen.

"This little ink dot was originally harmless, but this is a outing picture. There is a background behind Xiao Yu'er, and there is a group of girls walking together."

"In this way, let's not talk about whether my daughter Xiangzhen really exists. Just in comparison, Xiao Yu'er has flaws compared with those peers with smooth faces."

"Amplify this to the extreme, and the troubles of my daughter Xiangzhenzi and Xiao Yuer will also arise."

"So, to change this, you just need to make this comparison not appear, or it is beneficial to Xiao Yu'er."

Ning Feng laughed, aimed the tip of the magic pen at the hanging shaft, and slowly approached it.

"Erasing the ink dots is contrary to the nature of the brush and cannot be done by magical brushes."

"On the other hand, adding a few ink dots will not be a problem."

Ning Feng said this, the tip of the pen barely touched the paper surface of the hanging scroll, and the magic pen changed from extremely quiet to extremely moving, and quickly pointed it over it.

In an instant, the girls behind Xiao Yu'er who accompanied her to travel with her were counted as one, and their positions were different, but each had at least two small ink dots on his face.

"It's done!"
To be continued...