dragon pen

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Zhang Ziyao doesn't know why this group of people likes to talk with him so much, "Have you heard the story of XXX?" To be honest, he is really bored with this kind of conversation. If it wasn't for the moment, he would be a little curious Why did Zhu Jiuyin have such an attitude? Maybe he turned around and left.

But right now, he still nodded patiently: "In ancient times, Gong Gong, the god of water, and Zhu Rong, the god of fire, fought in Buzhou Mountain. The water could be extinguished, but Gong Gong unexpectedly lost to Zhu Rong. Shi rammed his head against Zhoushan, the pillar of the world that separates the sky from the earth, so the sky and the earth were no longer separated. A crack appeared in the sky and it was about to collapse. In the ruins of Zhoushan, we tempered the five-colored divine stones, cut the gods and turtles to support the four poles, leveled the floods and killed wild beasts, and changed the world for peace and prosperity—"

"You still read a little bit after all."

"You can grab any kid on the street and ask him to know."

"..." Zhu Jiuyin pretended that he didn't hear the other party's "too modest", and said to himself, "The dianlong pen in your hand is one of the tools Nuwa used to mend the sky back then, together with the 'Dianlong pen' A total of eight—"

Zhang Ziyao nodded: "Dream Artifact."

"Silly Huimeng Artifact, that's a nice name given to you mortals. On our side, the eight half-immortal artifacts are called Butian Eight-Piece Set." Zhu Jiuyin rolled her eyes, making no secret that she didn't understand The romantic feelings of mortals, "It's like the 'Dianlong Brush' was not called 'Dianlong Brush' back then. It's not because your ancestors drew a dragon and clicked its eyes. The dragon came alive, so it got its name. You hang it on your waist. The pen I used was originally called 'Heaven and Earth Mingchaqiuhao Pen'."

"..." Zhang Ziyao really didn't know, and no one had told him before.

"Do you think mending the sky is as simple as mending diapers? You can mend it as soon as you say it? These eight sets performed their duties when Nuwa mended the sky back then, and one of them was indispensable—if you have seen Nuwa, you will know it. Beautiful lady, if you speak loudly to her, you are afraid of scaring her. How can you pick up stones and fly back and forth between the sky and the earth to repair the cracks in the sky? So at that time, she recruited many little fairies , exchange promises with these little gods, grant them some wishes, and these little gods will help her do errands and do physical work—"

Zhu Jiuyin thought for a while, as if he was pondering how to tell the story, and then said after a while——

"Because the condition of the exchange is very simple, it's just 'replenishing the sky'. As long as the goal is achieved, Nuwa should fulfill the promise to them, so no one can guarantee whether any of these little gods are lazy by nature and want to take advantage. At this time, I just used the 'Mingcha Qiuhao Pen'..."

Zhang Ziyao was slightly shocked: "Why? This brush is not used to draw things to life—"

"To be precise, your current use is completely opposite to the real use of this pen back then. You are bringing dead things back to life, while this pen back then was responsible for turning living things back to death—this is just a rough way of saying To put it simply, as long as the person holding the pen sits in front of the table, the pen will automatically record the movements of gods, regardless of their rank, within a certain range." Zhu Jiuyin said, "Of course they are only gods, and other demons and ghosts are not within the scope of their abilities. You can try it now."

Zhang Ziyao became interested, he really didn't know that this money was still useful——

I thought it was just a pen with a slightly stronger ability to "cash out"!

No wonder Zhang Ziyao wondered for a long time that the Zhang family can paint ordinary objects with only ordinary big brushes. In comparison, the cherishment of this dragon brush is obviously a bit blurred—I didn’t expect this brush to have such a The secret use!

Under the urging eyes of Zhu Jiuyin, Zhang Ziyao found a piece of rice paper, spread the rice paper and sat down at the table, untied the gold-plated magic brush from his waist, held the pen lightly, took a deep breath, and tapped the tip of his nose stained with ink on the On the rice paper, ink blots smudged——

"Don't move, don't move, just focus on the paper." Zhu Jiuyin reminded Zhang Ziyao from behind, "The posture must be correct. Standing crookedly like you used to draw will not wake up the pen, otherwise I will Talking behind your back every day, you should have discovered..."

Zhang Ziyao focused his energy and did what Zhu Jiuyin said, and then the scene of the artifact appeared!

The smeared ink seems to have been endowed with new magic power suddenly, the ink twists and turns, and spreads out from the tip of the pen, gradually forming a neat line of writing——

[Twelve Witch Ancestor Zhu Jiuyin condescended to descend one foot behind him in the scroll on the outer wall. 】

"Did you see it?" The dragon in the painting spewed out two puffs of white mist from its nose, "Didn't I lie to you?"

[Master Zhu Jiuyin said: Did you see it?Didn't lie to you? 】

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Zhang Ziyao was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground——how can this little dragon brush be used like this? ! ! !

Zhu Jiuyin said "Oh": "In this way, you can know the movements of all the gods within a hundred miles of you. Don't be so stupid as to say that you don't even know that the Lord of the Land is here! Those little lazy ones back then The little god hates this pen so much, so the correct usage is probably blurred because of this. When the pen flowed to the world, after a little misguidance, this pen became the way you use it today... Really, Zhang It’s really stupid to ask me, an outsider, to teach you the correct way to use your family’s things—”

[Master Zhu Jiuyin said: In this way, you can know the movements of all the gods within a hundred miles of you, and stop beeping, beeping, saying that you don’t even know that the Lord of the Land is here...]

Zhang Ziyao narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled the brush away from the rice paper. The dragon behind him pasted the dragon's face on the edge of the scroll with a gossip, looked at it for a while and said sternly: "Oh, this brush is quite elegant, not a bit swearing." I don't want to say anything..."

Zhang Ziyao ignored him and looked at the pen in his hand, and the shock in his heart calmed down a little.

I don't know if grandpa knows the real purpose of the dragon pen - if he knew, why didn't he tell me?The old man always hoped that I would inherit this pen. Every day, he talked about the stories that happened in this pen, and hoped that any story would arouse Zhang Ziyao's interest... That dragon pen was once used as a 'clear pen' to record the deeds of gods. Important settings are skipped, which makes no sense.

Including the matter of Zhu Jiuyin's tail, now Zhang Ziyao only feels that as he gets more and more in touch with "Dream Painter", he has accumulated more and more questions. He is wondering which day he must write a letter to his grandfather to ask for clarification ...

But at this moment, when Zhang Ziyao realized that he was not entangled in this problem, he was vaguely uneasy about the "serious consequences caused by the chaos in the world" that Zhu Jiuyin said before, so he immediately put aside his personal doubts and stood up. I went downstairs to ask the waiter in the shop and asked for two apples, a tripod of fragrant stew, three pillars of fragrance and a roast chicken. When I returned to the room, I began to prepare to invite God to be suitable.

"Is there anything the Landlord should pay attention to?" Zhang Ziyao asked the one in the painting.

The person in the painting was a little sleepy again at the moment, his eyelids rolled up and down, and he snorted perfunctorily: "I do."

"What is it?"

"do not know."

"..."

"The Lord of the Earth is a small local god," Zhu Jiuyin took it for granted, "If a noble existence like this Lord wants to ask them to do something, he will come here without even looking at him. How can he use an incense burner to cook chicken... Hey, your roast chicken looks good, let me forget it."

"What food is there to grab a painting from others?" Zhang Ziyao turned sideways to protect the roast chicken, "No."

Amidst Zhu Jiuyin's dissatisfied murmurs of "stingyness", Zhang Ziyao laid out the tributes one by one by the window, and during this time, his eyes unconsciously kept looking out of the window, as if he could really see if there were people around him. Immortals, yes——when lighting incense, the slight trembling of his hands betrayed his nervousness at this moment: he, Zhang Ziyao, is just an ordinary person, and he has never seen any immortals. Nervous, for fear of colliding with the gods.

"What are you nervous about?"

When Zhang Ziyao was ready to go back to the table and sit down, he held his breath and waited for the "miracle". The picture scroll behind him said: "It's just a feast for the land—"

The ink spreads.

[Master Zhu Jiuyin said: What are you nervous about?It’s just a feast for the land…]

"Ah, don't talk!" Zhang Ziyao yelled stupidly at the pen in his hand in desperation, "His doesn't count! The one on the wall doesn't count!"

Maybe it was because he was distracted by this roar, the originally clear ink marks were blurred, and the heavy point dragon brush became its original appearance again, now even Zhang Ziyao didn't dare to speak.

The house fell into dead silence, only the dripping water from the eaves outside... Zhang Ziyao tried to concentrate his attention, held his breath, and once again forced himself to focus on the pen and paper, but his But he couldn't help looking out the window again and again——

this is.

Suddenly there was a cat meowing from outside the window.

The cool wind blew and the moonlight was cold. Zhang Ziyao was startled by the sudden meowing, and his hands trembled violently. A drop of rich ink fell on the rice paper!

A dexterous cat jumped onto the window edge of Zhang Ziyao's room from the outside. The cat has pure yellow fur, golden cat eyes outlined by golden threads, a flat nose and short waist, long and tapered tail, and its front paws Slightly lowered, with high hind paws, a very beautiful golden cat... The cat looked at Zhang Ziyao suddenly, and Zhang Ziyao suddenly felt as if someone was pouring a bucket of cold water from the top of his head in winter. Fell into the ice cellar, couldn't control his hands and feet, couldn't move, his throat was tight, and his whole body seemed to be taken away by the big yellow cat's gaze——

At this time, the cat meowed twice, jumped down the edge of the window, and went straight to the roast chicken placed in front of the window!

"Ah!" Zhang Ziyao exclaimed, "That's not for you—"

Before the words were finished, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of when the cat jumped into the room, and the ink of Dianlong's brush was smudged!

【Tai Lianqing, ten feet in front of him, opens the outer window edge and enters the wing. 】

【Fude Zhengshen Tailian Qingzheng is sitting indecently gnawing on the roast chicken. 】

Zhang Ziyao looked at the words on the rice paper in front of him in shock, and then widened his eyes to look at the big yellow cat not far away who was holding a roast chicken and gnawing very happily——

When it appeared on the rice paper that [Ford Zhengshen Tai Lianqing's teeth were choked by a roasted chicken bone], the yellow cat also spit out the chicken bone in response to the occasion...

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

After spitting out the bones, I saw the big yellow cat arched slightly, looked around and glanced at Zhang Ziyao with extremely disdainful eyes, lowered its head and picked up the burnt chicken eyes, and was about to run away!Zhang Ziyao felt anxious, and wanted to chase Naihe, but he couldn't move anyway—at this moment, a low-pitched male voice behind him, which only he could hear, said, "Run? Call him by name."

Without even thinking about it, Zhang Ziyao blurted out: "Tai Lian Qing!"

It was too late to speak, and at the same time as Zhang Ziyao finished speaking, the cat stretched its body and was about to jump up the window edge lightly, as if it had been bound by a spell, its body stiffened suddenly, and it fell straight down from midair with a "owwow" ——

Immediately after a muffled "bang", instead of the big yellow cat lying on the ground, there was a white, tender and fat man with fair skin and a belly as big as a melon!He is about 34 years old, with slender eyes, round nose and full face, a pair of pupils are the same as the golden eyes of the cat just now, but with short legs and short hands, and a belt hangs round where the waist should be, The ancient script "Fude Zhengshen"...

At this moment, the fat man was sitting on the ground, holding a rotten yellow umbrella in one hand, and holding a half-eaten roast chicken in the other, looking around in a panic, rolling and crawling again and again. Get up, and yell in the direction of Zhang Ziyao with an extremely thin voice——

"Who is so reckless! Calling the god's name rudely! Presumptuous meow! Presumptuous meow! Presumptuous meow!"

"..."

Zhang Ziyao took a step aside without hesitation, revealing the picture scroll behind him.

In the picture scroll, a handsome man transformed from a dragon into a human form is sitting among the rocks, his legs crossed and his legs trembling, he raised his eyelids and said calmly, "So what if I call you?"