Douluo's magic pen

"Well, Ning Zong...Uncle Ning, you don't care about the faults of others. I won't dare to call you crazy next time. Just let me go." Shen Yi looked pitifully at the middle-aged man in front of him. said.

Shen Yi had already recognized who the person in front of him was, Ning Fengzhi, the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect of the Third Sect.

He was called Uncle Ning because the current situation was more formal than human, so it would always be better to choose a more affectionate name.

Ning Fengzhi became interested, "How did you recognize me?"

Shen Yi did not speak, but pointed at Sword Douluo who was carrying him.

Naturally, Shen Yi had never met Ning Fengzhi, but he had seen the old man behind him, Sword Fighter Luo Chenxin. I was very impressed because this was a titled Douluo who bullied children.

The first time he made Ning Rongrong come home crying when he was a child, he was warned by this person.

"Um, I've met Senior Sword Douluo too. Senior, can you put me down first?" Shen Yi greeted Sword Douluo with an embarrassed look on his face. To be honest, he was a little afraid of this guy.

"Hmph!" Chen Xin snorted coldly and put Shen Yi back on the ground. He had never had a good impression of this kid and always bullied Rongrong.

Chen Xin had always regarded Ning Rongrong as his granddaughter, and for Shen Yi's behavior, he wanted to beat Shen Yi up.

After being put down, Shen Yi adjusted his clothes and said, "Well, Uncle Ning, what do you want from me? I promise you, I definitely did not make Ning Rongrong cry."

Shen Yi said sternly. Subconsciously, I forgot some of the things I had done before.

"Nothing, I just want you to help me draw some paintings." Ning Fengzhi said with a smile.

Shen Yi looked a little confused. He couldn't figure out why Ning Fengzhi wanted to help him draw, and why he appeared here.

Couldn't they have arrived this morning and happened to see me rejecting Ning Rongrong?

Shen Yi couldn't help but feel a little headache as he thought about it.

"Of course I won't let your help go in vain. I heard that you were injured a few days ago. I have some medicine here that can speed up your recovery."

Ning Fengzhi was afraid of his hands, and immediately several people came out of the chamber of commerce and came to Shen Yi carrying medicinal materials.

Shen Yi was dumbfounded when he saw it. How many flavors were there? How many soul guides were there. Needless to say, there must be a lot of medicine in it. It is more than enough for Shen Yi to recover, and it can be used for a long time.

So these are definitely not just for him.

"Uncle Ning, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. No need to beat around the bush, I'm not stupid." Shen Yi said helplessly.

He finally figured out that this Liuli Chamber of Commerce was probably the property of the Qibao Liuli Sect. Ning Fengzhi's appearance here was not accidental, he must have gotten the news and rushed here.

Shrek and others had encountered such a big thing in the Star Dou Forest before. It was impossible for Ning Fengzhi not to pay attention to his daughter, and he would definitely come over to take a look in secret.

Then he saw what Shen Yi refused this morning, and then approached Shen Yi.

"How do you know I have something to say?" Ning Fengzhi smiled.

You just have to put it out there, aren't you tired of beating around the bush?

But Ning Fengzhi didn't say anything, and Shen Yi couldn't point it out. What could he do if someone wanted to pretend to be stupid?

"Then I don't know what kind of painting Uncle Ning wants to paint. Let's talk about the figure painting first. I can't say anything now." Shen Yi said.

A glint flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and Sword Douluo said first, "What if I insist on asking you to draw it?"

The coercion belonging to the titled Douluo shrouded Shen Yi. It was as if the air had been sucked out of the surrounding area, and powerful air pressure filled Shen Yi's surroundings.

Shen Yi instantly felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. The sense of danger filled his whole body, and he immediately gave up. "It's not that I can't draw, but I can't draw Ning Rongrong."

Seeing that Sword Douluo was getting angry again after hearing these words, Shen Yi quickly explained in a low voice: "That's it, Ning Rongrong, whom I promised first, painted it for her. Although I rejected her this morning, it was because I felt that I The current level is not enough, and I will definitely be the first to draw it for her in the future, so even if you are her father."

Ning Fengzhi put away his smile. When he was no longer smiling, Ning Fengzhi no longer had that refreshing feeling, but more of the aura of a superior person.

Ning Fengzhi Gujing Wubo's eyes looked at Shen Yi quietly, as if he wanted to see through Shen Yi's mind.

But it's not easy. Even he can't understand Shen Yi's thoughts. If other time-travelers come across, they just need to grow up. Then Shen Yi still needs to clarify his heart as he grows up.

What he needs, what he wants to do.

Ning Fengzhi looked at it for a while, then withdrew his gaze, and said calmly: "Okay. But I still hope you can help me draw a portrait."

"Then who does Uncle Ning want to draw?" Shen Yi breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most afraid of was that Ning Fengzhi still insisted.

"My wife." When Ning Fengzhi said these words, a trace of longing flashed in his eyes.

Shen Yi suddenly felt a lot of pressure. Ning Fengzhi's wife was also Ning Rongrong's mother. This character never appeared in the original work, so he is either in secret or dead.

Judging from the current situation, Ning Fengzhi's wife is probably dead, and the longing for her cannot be faked.

Shen Yi instantly felt a lot of pressure.

"Please also ask Uncle Ning to describe your wife's appearance in detail."

After hearing this, Ning Fengzhi described his wife to Shen Yi, and all kinds of beautiful words came out of his mouth as thoughts. He spoke for about ten minutes.

During the whole process, Shen Yi and Sword Douluo listened to Ning Fengzhi without saying a word.

"...She is very similar to Rongrong." Ning Fengzhi said the last sentence with a nostalgic look, then looked at Shen Yi and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, my description is not detailed enough, right?"

"That's enough, Uncle Ning. I'll start now." After saying that, Shen Yi started to prepare. Just as the paint he needed was ready, Shen Yi summoned his martial spirit.

Shen Yi's martial spirit can actually use ordinary paints, but that does not increase his combat effectiveness, and even decreases it a bit. Therefore, Shen Yi usually does not use ordinary paints for his martial arts, but this time in order to pursue better results, Shen Yi decided to use martial arts.

In fact, Ning Fengzhi's description did not have much reference value, it was more about describing his thoughts. Shen Yi didn't dare to say it wasn't enough, so he had no choice but to go all out. Just think of it as realizing the longing of an old man.

Shen Yi painted very seriously, without any distraction in the whole process. He looked at Ning Fengzhi as if he wanted to include Ning Fengzhi's thoughts in the painting.

The barrel of the Wuhun Magic Pen began to emit a faint shimmer. At this moment, Shen Yi seemed to understand Ning Fengzhi's longing and really painted Ning Fengzhi's longing for his wife.

Originally limited by Shen Yi's painting skills, this painting could only reach the level of a portrait at best, but with the addition of Ning Fengzhi's thoughts, this painting has a special charm and has risen to a higher level.

After half an hour.

"Uncle Ning, the painting is done." Shen Yi took back his martial spirit and breathed a sigh of relief.

What other uses does this martial spirit have? Shen Yi thought silently.

The painting in front of him has surpassed Shen Yi's level, rising to a higher level and reaching the level of painting his "god". However, Shen Yi knew that this was not because his painting skills had improved, but because of his martial spirit. Just now, he could clearly feel that the martial spirit had drawn Ning Fengzhi's thoughts into the painting.

This is a painting that belongs exclusively to Ning Fengzhi and is full of his thoughts.

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo came over to see Shen Yi's paintings. To be honest, Sword Douluo didn't think much of Shen Yi's paintings and thought he was not good at painting.

But when he saw the words, Sword Douluo looked at them as if he had seen a ghost.

Ning Fengzhi was stunned for a moment, and slowly stretched out his hand to touch the painting in front of him.

"Like, very similar."

The longing in my heart was uncontrollable and turned into tears flowing from the corners of my eyes.

The woman in the painting is very similar to Ning Rongrong. Even her personality is similar to Ning Rongrong. But compared to Ning Rongrong's softness, the woman in the painting is full of heroic spirit in her skills. The most prominent eyes contain three parts longing and seven parts love, looking at Ning Fengzhi through the canvas. It was as if she had been looking at Ning Fengzhi.

This is a very special feeling. Even Sword Douluo looks at this painting together, but he really feels that this painting is looking at Ning Fengzhi.

"Uncle Ning, are you satisfied with this painting?" Shen Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Ning Fengzhi's look, I knew that he must be satisfied. Shen Yi was afraid that Ning Fengzhi would not look like her. The woman in front of him was just Shen Yi. Based on some settings in the original work, and using Ning Rongrong's appearance as a reference, she eliminated the aspects that were similar to Ning Fengzhi. .

In fact, Shen Yi was not sure whether he was drawing it.

Ning Fengzhi retracted his palm, used his soul power to wipe away the tears in his eyes, and looked at Shen Yi seriously.

"Thank you, Xiao Yi."