"Thank you, Mr. Lin. This is too expensive, I can't ask for it."

Ning Fengzhi gritted his teeth and declined Lin Yan's proposal.

To be honest, who doesn't want to have a brush made from the most essential hair of the 800,000-year-old soul beast?

Does it have no side plate?

But, I can only think about it.

Ning Fengzhi could not ignore the warning in the eyes of the three red demon mastiffs.

Obviously, I nodded and must have a bond with the other party.

He remembered that Uncle Jian had repeatedly told him that this dog should not be messed with!

I can't afford to offend either.

That's right. The master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Glazed Sect is still so short of such a broken pen?

However, Ning Fengzhi's acting skills are amazing. His dog-haired pen makes him act like a peerless treasure that rejects him.

Lin Yan smiled slightly, then said to Zhu Zhuqing: "Qing'er...help me..."

He wanted Zhu Zhuqing to help grind, but Dugu Bo volunteered at this time. "Why don't I grind it?"

"You?" Lin Yan raised his eyebrows.

In his heart, he refused.

Do you have any girls?

But thinking about Dugu Bo's recent work has been done by many people. With outsiders here, it is difficult to refuse.

"Okay, then you."

Immediately picked up the pen, and Lin Yan's temperament suddenly changed.

In the eyes of everyone, the scenery around them was fading away, but Lin Yan became taller and taller.

It seemed that at this moment, Lin Yan became the center of the world and occupied all of them!

"This is a projection of the boss, entering our spiritual world?"

Even Bone Douluo, Poison Douluo's soul power of more than 90 levels cannot be resisted.

No matter who it is, I can't help but be shocked. How powerful is this to achieve this?

If it comes to control, I'm afraid no one can compare to this big boss, right?

You must know that apart from the mind, the body is no longer under their own control, and even speaking can’t be done.

"ink!"

When Lin Yan whispered, Dugu Boran immediately came to his senses and found that he could move, so he quickly grind the ink.

However, when he was grinding the ink, he found something was wrong.

It seems that the world is still.

Lin Yan just looked at him with a slant.

He was a little furious when he saw it.

"Brother, do you know that when mixing ink, you need to mix a small amount of water? The proportion of mixing water determines whether the paper will appear when you write? Your random ink adjustment is only suitable for practicing writing, and I am not practicing calligraphy today. Brother, are you teasing me?"

These words made Dugu Bo confused. Is it so difficult to grind?

It’s not just adding some water to rub it. Do you need so many things to pay attention to?

This is not cold anymore...

It's like illiterate being exposed.

He was a little embarrassed and angry for a moment, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground immediately.

Is it really good to say that a titled Douluo?

This is not a person who is given the title Douluo.

If this is put into the soul master world, it will definitely be a huge news.

You should know that Poison Douluo is not a good person to talk to.

Although his strength is the weakest among the titled Douluo, that guy is both good and evil. He blocks the door and releases poison at the door with a disagreement. He is definitely one of the difficult things to deal with.

But can you believe that Poison Douluo will be like a child who did something wrong in front of people, and he dare not even speak out of his anger?

"Qing'er, come."

After Lin Yan finished speaking, Zhu Zhuqing felt that her body had recovered from control.

She moved her lotus steps and came to Lin Yan obediently, replacing Dugu Bo's position.

She is skillful in the movements and grinding, obviously not the first time she has done it.

finally.

Lin Yan began to write.

The world in everyone's eyes changed again.

This is a world filled with white.

At this time, Lin Yan's figure also discovered the change, and they could only see one back.

But it has the power to connect the world.

Then, he waved his sleeves and a pure black ink trace passed by, dividing the pure white space into two.

After that, there is light and sun and moon in this space.

There are mountains, rivers and all living things.

Is this a reenactment of the scene where the world begins?

Everyone couldn't help but feel excited.

Although they cannot immediately understand the mystery. However, there is a mysterious and mysterious and wonderful feeling that cannot be dissipated in people's hearts.

"Zengzhu Ning? Are you still satisfied with this painting?"

At this time, Lin Yan's voice woke everyone up. At this time, he had put down the pen in his hand and scanned everyone with his hands on his back.

"It turns out, so...magical!"

Gu Douluo's eyes fell on the scroll and were slightly stunned.

He originally wanted to say "so simple", but he hurriedly changed his words when he was afraid of offending the boss.

In his opinion, the transformation of the boss must be an extremely magnificent masterpiece.

It can be seen.

What's the thing?

A straight black line perfectly divides a piece of white paper into two.

That's it?

Let's fool people.

Didn’t the boss hide the real picture?

Although I doubt it, I have no evidence.

Only Ning Fengzhi looked at it for a while and sighed: "A masterpiece. Mr. Lin's attainment is simply superb."

He truly admires it.

It feels different from others. Ning Fengzhi feels that every time he watches this "simple drawing" he has made a little progress in his cultivation.

It would be great if this kind of magical object could be observed in real time.

Unfortunately, this is impossible.

It's so precious.

Gu Douluo on the side secretly admired him. The sect leader was really able to lick...

But the next moment, Lin Yan said something that shocked Ning Feng.

"Haha, since Master Ning likes it, it means that this painting is destined to be with you, so I will give it to you."

A scholar dies for his confidant.

Lin Yan saw that Ning Fengzhi really liked his paintings.

Let’s talk about it.

This thing is not worth a lot. Isn’t it worth every piece of it?

I gave such an expensive painting to me... Ning Fengzhi felt dizzy. "Then please give me a name."

"It's called 'Wuji'. Take Wuji as the beginning and derive the meaning of heaven, earth and all things."
To be continued...