Sitting down on his bed again, He Zhiyu rubbed the notebook and smiled like a fool.

The appearance of "life objects" means that He Zhiyu has great potential. He is no longer a person from Lin Weiyao, Chen Wuxian, and no longer a person who is not suitable for practicing as Master Rong Yuan said!

"Is this a 'life thing'? My 'life thing'!"

He Zhiyu looked at the notebook in his hand over and over again, and he liked it the more he looked.

In fact, as long as there are life objects, no matter what they are or magical in the future, he likes them.

After he had enough fun, He Zhiyu began to study it.

"Does this life object appear have anything to do with the dream I had that night?"

He Zhiyu thought of the scene when the person in his dream sent him a book and a brush, but in reality, it was a notebook and a signature pen.

It doesn't matter, I always feel it's too coincidental.

If it is related, it feels a bit far-fetched.

"Does it be that I have thought about things on the day and dream about things on the night? During the day, I envy Xiao Yao, the infinite life objects, and I dream about things at night."

"Then, my life is born in my dream and becomes like this?"

This is a "reasonable" explanation.

"Or it is to say that everyone will have some senses or strange phenomena before they get life objects. I wonder if Xiao Yao and Wuxian have had similar dreams before."

"Forget it, just ask if you have the chance."

Soon He Zhiyu stopped worrying about this issue.

"What kind of magic will my life be?"

When he thought of this, He Zhiyu became excited.

After hearing from Master Rong Yuan and Lin Weiyao and Chen Wuxian, there is at least one kind of magical "life objects", and even ten or eight exaggerated ones are possible.

Moreover, as the spiritual practitioner's cultivation increases, life objects can evolve and be promoted.

This requires careful study!

"What is known at present is that I draw something on my life object, it looks very similar." He Zhiyu opened the notebook, looked at the spiritual bi painted on it, and admired it.

However, the image of this painting seems to be of no use except to appreciate it.

"Can I actually be a man who deserves to be a calligrapher and painter?" He Zhiyu was suspicious.

Calligraphy and painting are two fields, but since ancient times, there has been a saying that calligraphy and painting are inseparable. After all, "character" was painted in ancient times.

A skilled "painting and calligraphy" is not an exaggeration to say that the brush and ink are versatile.

One word can command the evil demons to retreat, and just a few strokes can trap thousands of troops.

To be honest, He Zhiyu still yearns for that kind of style.

However, it is extremely difficult for calligraphers and painters to cultivate. If you want to produce life objects related to it, you have to be influenced from a young age.

He Zhiyu doesn’t think that when he was sleepy in class, he would draw cartoons on the notebook one day, and one day he would give birth to life objects in calligraphy and painting.

"But if this was not the lifeblood of calligraphy and painting, how could I draw it so much?" He Zhiyu looked at the Lingbi he drew again.

It’s a pity that even if I see the flowers, the Lingbi is just painted and I can’t get it.

He Zhiyu was serious about turning the book backwards and shook it out, imagining that the painting would come true and it would really fall out.

Unfortunately, it still didn't come true.

He Zhiyu was very sad. He pulled out his pen and wanted to draw a spiritual bi on the same piece of paper to comfort his wounded heart.

But something strange happened. The new Lingbi he drew on the first page actually faded away like water seeping.

He Zhiyu then noticed that he had tried to use the pen and the lines drawn randomly on the corners were gone.

On the first page, there is a clean spiritual bi in the middle, and there are also the "notations" written by myself.

"I'll go, can you only draw one piece of paper?" He Zhiyu quickly reacted and turned to the second page to try to draw Lingbi again, but it still disappeared quickly.

"Can you only draw a thing once?" He Zhiyu frowned and said to himself.

He Zhiyu looked up and saw the water cup on his table and tried quickly.

Draw the cup on the first page where Lingbi was drawn and it disappeared quickly.

If you draw the second page, there will be no problem, it is very real.

He Zhiyu wrote a note beside the drawn cup, "Short thick water cup, five hundred milliliters pack, five-year-old object."

Write the name under the cup, "He Zhiyu's water cup".

Just as He Zhiyu finished writing these, he found that the cup became lifelike, just like it had spiritual energy.

"I understand." He Zhiyu's eyes lit up. "Write the characteristics of the things he draw and the names, and they can have a charm!"

If you go to the street to paint portraits for people, you will have to make a lot of money...

He Zhiyu remembered the old painter on the Xiliu Chang Street again, and suddenly got ready to move.

He likes making money the most.

Although this book is thick, what if you finish drawing it?

When He Zhiyu thought of this, he suddenly became a little unhappy.

My life seems to be a consumable product, and why can't I stand the consumption...

"What if I have improved my cultivation and this book can be thickened." He Zhiyu thought, and wanted to paint a portrait of Lin Weiyao first.

If this is lifelike, she will admire herself to death!

He Zhiyu picked up the signing pen that was easy to use and started drawing it in the way Lin Weiyao imagined.

"Face shape...eyes...hair..."

After only a few strokes of drawing, He Zhiyu stopped and looked at the pen in his hand in doubt.

The drawings are not similar at all.

The feeling of being handy is gone, and the hands and pen become much clumsy.

After thinking about it, He Zhiyu murmured, "Can't you draw people on this?"

Can't draw people or live things?

He Zhiyu suddenly thought of this problem.

To prove it, he began to draw the big white geese raised in the alley on the same piece of paper.

After three or five strokes, He Zhiyu stopped.

"Sure enough, even living things cannot be drawn well!" He Zhiyu came to this conclusion.

If that is the case, it is unlikely that this life object is a life object of a calligrapher and a painter. Calligrapher and painter will not have such short legs...

If you can't draw living things, you can't go out to set up stalls to make money...

He Zhiyu was suddenly disappointed.

The unfinished paintings gradually dissipated on the paper, and the only thing left was the complete utensils drawn on the first two pages.

That Lingbi is worth thousands, the cheap water cup worth five Lingbi.

"It's so good and so similar, but what's the use of it besides looking at it?" He Zhiyu murmured, a little depressed, "My life is not as good as a camera..."

wrong!

He Zhiyu suddenly slapped his forehead and started to laugh.

He forgot the most important thing!

Things like life objects will not appear before they are named.

I want to name it!

He Zhiyu began to think about this matter seriously.

Unfortunately, what He Zhiyu is most not good at is naming.

In addition, he also had difficulty choosing.

This will cost He Zhiyu his life.

Thinking of the pain in the head, He Zhiyu blinked and looked at the moonlight outside the window. He was shocked, "Have you been so long? I haven't practiced today yet!"

It's late at night now.

He Zhiyu decided to practice first, and start again tomorrow, anyway, it can't escape.

The cultivation has a new beginning, and for He Zhiyu, the attraction is no less than life objects.

He Zhiyu sat cross-legged on the bed, breathed a sigh of relief, relieved his mood and prepared to enter the practice.
Chapter completed!