The heavens begin with Hongquan

Chapter 537 Magical pen, the person in the painting

Black Water Palace.

Hong Kang played with the writing brush in his hand. It was about the length of his forearm, the handle was thick and round, and the hair on the tip was white and soft.

Pang Qingyang said: "Brother, I do sense a strange power in this pen, but I can't arouse it no matter what."

This pen is the magic pen that Pang Qingyang brought back from An Youyu.

She also sensed that Linghui should have been born from this magic brush.

Hong Kang asked: "Since it's a pen, have you ever tried writing a painting?"

Pang Qingyang said: "Why not?!"

"But there is no strange change. I have also tried various inks and papers, and the writing is no different from ordinary brushes!~"

If he hadn't clearly sensed the power of the magic brush, and it was what the elder brother wanted, Pang Qingyang would have cut it with his sword.

Hong Kang took a blank piece of paper and simply drew a plum.

The ink rhyme is light, although there is no eye-catching color, it is very fresh and elegant.

"Brother, this ink plum is beautiful and fragrant, outstanding and outstanding, it is well painted!"

"Hahaha... I haven't painted for many years, but this painter seems to be doing well."

This is of course a joke between the two.

For practitioners like them in the realm of Taoism, they can reach the pinnacle as long as they understand every fiber of the body's strength, and any skills that require body movements! ~~
For example: calligraphy, painting, sculpture, playing the piano...

Even if you haven't learned it before.

Of course, it's just the pinnacle of the ordinary level. If you want to enter the Tao with skills, you are still far behind.

After finishing the painting, Hong Kang stared at the black plum carefully, and there was no change.

Sighed: "My Hunyuan Gangqi can't move it..."

When he inputted his Hunyuan Gangqi just now, he noticed that the material of this magical brush was strange, no matter the body or the pen, they were connected as one, and they were extremely tough.

After thinking about it, Hong Kang closed his eyes.

There was a wave of fluctuation in the space, and the divine body came out, changing from virtual to real, with a majestic look.

When the eyes of the gods are opened, the mysterious light flows, and there seems to be an infinite galaxy.

The whole palace seemed to tremble slightly.

"Oh~!"

"The strength is growing too fast, and it has not been fully controlled, and it has caused a leak..."

After occupying the entire territory of Yangzhou, the power of the incense gathered suddenly increased by more than ten times. As time passed, it continued to increase. Qiankun Pearl was filled with a large amount of incense power. "I'm full"~!

"Need to slow down and settle down."

"call out!"

The magic brush fell into the hands of the divine body, and Hong Kang suddenly felt that the spirit of the magic brush seemed to wake up.

"what?!"

With a thought, 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 a little golden light.

Hong Kang casually drew another ink plum.

This time, both Hong Kang and Pang Qingyang sensed a mysterious fluctuation.

Then, something incredible happened.

Mo Mei "live"...!
A pitch-black plum blossom just lay quietly on the white paper.

"Sure enough, it is a magic brush, and it takes divine power to activate its effect..."

Hong Kang and Pang Qingyang just looked at this black plum, as if they saw a rare treasure! ~
In fact, it is indeed a rare treasure.

Because, in this world, there is no black plum blossom...

Pang Qingyang's sword heart jumped slightly.

"Is this the magic brush?! Turning fiction into reality, refining falsehood into reality...?!"

Gently twisting the plain hand, feeling the real weight, Pang Qingyang was surprised again.

If it is only about the ink for painting, it does not have such a weight~!

The tip of the nose can also smell a touch of plum fragrance, and this feeling of "life force"...

Using force with her fingertips, she gradually exceeded a certain upper limit, and with a sound of "Bo", Mo Mei suddenly disappeared, no, it turned into a thin layer of paper.

"Brother, the hardness of this black plum is almost the same as that of a normal flower."

"This pen is so miraculous~!"

"I just don't know if it is possible to draw living things?"

Hong Kang smiled.

"Try it and you'll know."

He just sensed that a Momei is far from reaching the upper limit of the magic brush's ability.

In the original track, An Youyu can use it to draw horses and paper figures...!
But Hong Kang was a little puzzled, An Youyu, a mere mortal, how did he use his magic pen to display his magical power? ?

From Pang Qingyang's mouth, he knew that An Youyu didn't have half a cultivation base.

After thinking for a while, he found a plate of paint, and Hong Kang immediately started to brush it away.

After a dozen or so breaths, a woman in Tsing Yi appeared on the paper, bright and moving.

"Brother..."

Pang Qingyang called out in a low voice.

Gein, the woman in Tsing Yi in the painting is exactly her.

"I'd like to see if this magical brush can really "change a living person"?!"

After a while, Hong Kang stopped writing.

This time, Sinnoh flickered even more fluctuatingly than just now, and the woman in Tsing Yi in the painting, whose eyes were originally just dotted with ink, gradually seemed to have a sense of agility.

"Unbelievable!~~"

"Good fortune is mysterious, 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 demeanor, at this moment, there were two Pang Qingyang standing in front of Hong Kang.

The person in the painting squeezes his hands, moves his legs, and his face is full of joy.

"I live, I really live!~"

"I'm not an immobile portrait anymore..."

"Brother, thank you, you gave me life..."

The speech is logical and the movements are smooth, but is the curiosity about the outside world too heavy?

The person in the painting jumped over happily, pulling Hong Kang's sleeve and shaking it constantly.

His lively and active temperament is vividly displayed in these few breaths.

Hong Kang and Pang Qingyang looked at each other.

"How much skill did you inherit from Qingyang?"

"This... I don't know~!"

"Come on, attack me, let me see, you have Qingyang's level of swordsmanship now."

Void beckoned, condensed into a soldier, a silver-gray long sword appeared, and Hong Kang threw it to the person in the painting.

The person in the painting took the long sword, and a mysterious light flashed in his eyes.

"Brother, then be careful."

Swish~!

The person in the painting flicked his long sword, and the sound of sword chant was clear and sweet.

With a straight stab, he crossed a distance of three feet.

Hong Kang only retreated a foot, avoiding the best range of his stabbing. With his right hand gathering the energy, he started with an air knife, and slashed out obliquely.

The speed is not fast, even two points slower than the stabbing of the person in the painting just now.

Hong Kang controlled his strength and speed.

The person in the painting made a slanted sword step, and hung a cloud sword in his backhand. Hong Kang responded with a knife jump...

The two figures fluttered lightly, and the sound of long swords and air knives cutting through the air was endless.

However, after changing dozens of moves, they did not hear a single clash of swords and swords. 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 and so on.

In fact, with Hong Kang's current state, this sword is like a child's play to him, the movement is too slow, the strength is too light, and there is no spirit......

However, Hong Kang's purpose is not to win or something.

After dozens of strokes, Hong Kang changed his saber style, slashed with his backhand, without dodging or dodging, and hit the long sword of the person in the painting directly.

"Ding!~~"

Finally, the swords collided.

Both air soldiers shattered into specks of light.

"Brother..."

"Okay, there's no need to act!"

Hong Kang's eyes are clear.

"What should I call you?"

"Pen demon? Pen spirit? Pen fairy? Or what?~~"

………………

The god of pen is called Pei'a, the god of Yan is called Cuifei, the god of ink is called Huidi, the god of paper is called Shangqing, and the god of brush is called Changhua.

"To the Miscellaneous"

(End of this chapter)