"Pen of the Immortals" Huang Zheng almost screamed when he saw this pen.
This is one of the twelve parts of the overlord's artifact, the "Pen of the Immortals".
It is said that it was made by the overlord who beheaded a thousand fairyland masters in the fairyland, and then collected a hair from each fairyland master's head, a total of a thousand fairy hairs.
"The pen of the immortals?"
The ancient book of supernatural powers seems to have also entered the memory: "Why does it sound familiar..."
This magical ancient book has been experienced in ancient times, but he has never even heard of the "Pen of the Immortals". Huang Zheng immediately understood that the matter of the overlord was before the ancient times, and the history was even longer.
"You have a book occupying an artifact, what a reckless waste."
Huang Zheng is very experienced in collecting the overlord's magic weapon now. With a slight turn of the Tongtian Tower, he found the round hole of the pen of the immortals.
Standing in the hall with the pens of the immortals in his hand, he looked like an immortal, full of talents, even if Hong Yi, the number one scholar in civil and martial arts just now, stood in front of him, he would be compared to him.
"I was going to take this pen just now, even ten Hong Yis can't write me."
I don't understand the ancient book of supernatural powers: "What's so wonderful about this pen?"
"Hey, keep your eyes open." However, you don't have eyes either.
Huang Zheng picked up the pen, pointed at the air, brushed and brushed, and after a few chats, he drew a little sparrow with wings spread out.
With each stroke, he drew an emerald green stroke in the air until the whole sparrow was completed. As Huang Zheng retracted his brushstrokes, there was a "squeak" in the air, the emerald green turned black, and the sparrow flew swiftly. The living sparrow flew out of the hall with a long cry, and disappeared in front of the ancient book of supernatural powers in a blink of an eye.
Fuck me, supernatural powers and ancient books, full of foul language.
This is not the brush of the gods, it is simply the brush of the gods, even the gods can't draw a bird.
The great sages and sages in ancient times, when they painted a door, they died at the end of their strength. That is to integrate their own life into the painting, exchanging their lives for the door.
And Huang Zheng smiled and drew a bird with a few strokes at random, and all the great sages were compared to him.
"This bird... this bird... is it real?" The ancient book of supernatural powers stuttered again, which was frightened out of it.
"It's real, but it's also fake. When you catch it in your hand, it's exactly the same as the real thing. You can play with it, or cook it and eat it, but when the time comes, it will disappear in smoke."
"When the time is up, the smoke will disappear?"
"Well, with my inner alchemy middle stage, holding the pen of the immortals, the bird I draw will disappear between the sky and the earth in half an hour at most. This bird is the pen of the immortals. With the supreme magical power, It is formed by condensing the profound energy between heaven and earth, and when the time is up, it will dissipate and become profound energy again, but if this pen falls into the hands of an immortal king or emperor, the things drawn may exist forever."
"Then you, if you draw a bunch of beauties? Wouldn't it take half an hour?"
The words of the supernatural ancient book directly made Huang Zheng stunned for a long time. Brother, you are an ancient book, a symbol of civilization, knowledge, and etiquette.
Don't damage your glorious and great image in my heart.
But the ancient book of supernatural powers is serious: "Eating and drinking men and women, people's great desires are preserved! Food, sex, sex too! These are all what the sages said in the ancient books, and the sages can say it, why can't I say it? It needs to be recorded in the history books, passed on for thousands of years, so that everyone can apply what they have learned. The key is how you look at these things. Can you know the seventy-two postures? Have you ever tried the water and land postures? Without the experience passed down by the predecessors, you How do you know the fun in it?"
"..." Huang Zheng was stunned, thinking in his mind, should I draw Yun Wuxue first, or Duanmu Rou? Or draw both together
At this moment, a deep voice came from afar.
"Vice Hierarch Huang, the day is up, please come out."
The day has come? So fast
Before Huang Zheng even felt it, a day passed.
Now that the time is up, he can only leave.
He wanted to take this ancient book of supernatural powers away, but he thought that this guy would absorb the divine weapon. If he absorbed his own divine weapon, then he would be promoted to the divine weapon, which would be a safety hazard.
"Senior, farewell."
Huang Zheng left the magical library.
Outside the library, Gu Pofeng, Su Mei, Duan Xuan, and Hong Yi were all waiting for him, but Yun Wuxue had disappeared.
"Deputy Master Huang, you are the first foreign teacher who has entered the supernatural power library since the establishment of my supernatural power sect. We hope you will keep this matter a secret and never let others know. The supernatural power sect will also be very grateful."
Gu Pofeng asked him to keep it a secret, not only because it was related to the face of Shentongjiao, but also because he didn't want some secrets that Huang Zheng saw to be spread out.
Of course, the real secrets of Shentong Sect are in the history books and ancient books of Shentong. He only gave Huang Zheng one day, but he didn't give him the chance to find the secrets in the history books.
The vastness of history books cannot be fully understood in a year, let alone a day.
"Okay, this matter, I will treat it as if it didn't happen. Huang Zheng is very satisfied with the trip of supernatural powers. Thank you, Master Gu, and leave."
For some reason, when Gu Pofeng felt very satisfied when he heard Huang Zheng say that he was very satisfied, his heart skipped a beat. He was a little inexplicably uneasy, and when he thought of Yun Wuxue's appearance just now, he would have to worry about it, and asked Huang Zheng why he was satisfied. .
But as the leader of a sect, it is of course impossible for him to ask such a thing.
Duan Xuan got his secret instruction, and made side-to-side remarks all the way, but Huang Zheng just passed by, and he didn't find anything clear after asking for a long time.
When Huang Zheng was sent out of the gate of Shentong Sect, Gu Pofeng suddenly felt his whole body relax.
Plague God, let's go, wherever you go, which sect will be in trouble.
Huang Zheng came here, and it was a trivial matter to enter their supernatural power library, but the elders and the elders quarreled over whether to deal with him, and almost raised their hands.
A person can cause internal strife in a sect without using his hands. How annoying can you say this person is.
Whoosh, Huang Zheng broke through the sky and flew thousands of miles, and soon disappeared from the sight of the people of Shentong Sect.
"Why is he flying so high?" Su Mei asked, and everyone looked at each other in dismay.
Huang Zhengfei is so high, of course he wants to go to the outer space.
The wings of the gods and demons took him flying up, and the target was the "black chaos star cluster" that the master of supernatural powers said.
The boring practice could no longer satisfy Huang Zheng's requirements. He came all the way, promoted again and again, and he was promoted several times in less than a year, and the subsequent promotions would take a year, or even several years, to advance to a higher level.
For Huang Zheng, who has been rising like a rocket, the most important thing for him is to find a way to get promoted quickly.
Flying alone in the endless starry sky is a very depressing and boring thing.
Fortunately, Huang Zheng has a pinnacle boat. After leaving the mainland and entering the starry sky, he immediately got into the pinnacle boat.
In the back, the puppets in the pinnacle boat moved the artifact according to the coordinates provided by Huang Zheng.
And Huang Zheng was lying on the nephrite hotbed of the pinnacle boat, holding the pen of the immortals, hesitating in his mind.
Draw a cloud without snow
Draw Duanmurou
Or draw Song Hongye
Or, how about, how about drawing Ruan Suxue
Full of warmth and desire for silver, Huang Zheng now roams the world, he doesn't need to practice hard every day to survive like he just arrived at the Dianjian School.
After much deliberation, he finally became cruel. Forget it, let's draw Tang Huaner. Of all the people, only Tang Huaner and himself have double-cultivated. I don't know what is the difference between the drawn Tang Huaner and the real Tang Huaner
Brushing, brushing, he drew with a brush, and emerald green lines dragged out in the void.
If Gu Pofeng were here, the eyeballs that were about to see would fall out.
They thought that Huang Zheng didn't learn Fang's family characters well, so he learned boxing, but they didn't know that Huang Zheng had learned chess, piano, calligraphy and painting one by one since he was a child. This is the basic skill that every Xiaosi in Fangfu must learn.
The purpose is to not lose face of the Patriarch after going out in the future.
At that time, Huang Zheng was not interested in anything else, and he studied painting the most.
So the paintings he drew were also somewhat level, and a faint figure appeared in front of him immediately in the void.
What he painted not only resembled Tang Huan'er, but also a naked Tang Huan'er. Based on the impression of him and Tang Huan'er's many double cultivation, he drew another Tang Huan'er out of thin air.
However, as he finished his last work, the portrait of Tang Huan'er in the void disappeared in an instant.
No way, you can’t draw people
If you can draw birds, why can't you draw people
I will draw again.
Huang Zheng raised his hand, swiped his pen brush like the wind, and the brush was like a snake, and another big rooster strutting appeared in the void.
"Wow..." The big cock crowed twice, fell heavily from mid-air to the ground, and immediately filled the room with chicken feathers.
I will draw again.
Huang Zheng drew again, this time it was a dog.
Wang, Wang, Wang.
He has another dog in his room.
Draw again.
He drew another pig.
As soon as the pig appeared, plopped and farted loudly, the stinky Huang Zheng almost jumped out of bed.
Isn’t it true that pigs can draw but humans can’t
Huang Zheng thought it was the size of the painting at first, but the pig he drew now has a fat head and big ears, which is much bigger than a normal person.
I don't believe it.
He painted little Susu again.
The result was the same as before, with the last stroke of the painting, the stitches, the shadows in the void vanished into thin air.
People can't draw.
He also drew cats, ducks, tigers, and buffaloes.
The boat of the pinnacle of the artifact, after a while, it became a secular farm.
These animals defecated, pissed, farted, rolled in it, and all kinds of stench were flying in the sky. Huang Zheng couldn't sit still immediately, and hurried out of the room to get some air on the starry sky.
Now he understood that the brushes of the immortals can only paint mountains, rocks, tables, chairs, animals and poultry, and humans can't paint at all.
In addition to people, demons and heavenly demons cannot be drawn, nor can zombies from hell, let alone gods, demons and immortals, and many ancient gods, beasts and monsters cannot be drawn.
It may be that his realm is not enough, or his strength is not enough. In short, we can only try again when his realm is higher and his strength is stronger in the future.
After watching the beautiful scenery of the starry sky outside for more than half an hour, when I returned to the room of the pinnacle boat, all the animals disappeared without a trace.
Everything just now was like a dream.
There was no smell in the air, and the ground was clean and tidy. If Huang Zheng was not still holding the pen of the immortals, even he himself would feel like he was in a dream.