A few minutes after leaving Baiqi Grocery Store, Qian Jing got lost again. Because he had no mobile phone navigation, he had to choose to stop a taxi and go back to the dormitory. The driver of the car was a man who looked about the same age as him, a big bald man, very talkative, and probably a part-time job while on the holiday. Qian Jing envied him, especially his weakness of not getting lost in the city.

The car was clean and the seats were very comfortable, but there was something unique: the passenger could only sit in the back seat, and the driver had to leave the front row for his dog.

It was a cute local dog, sniffing Qian Jing through the seat, and then looking at him with deep and puzzled eyes. Qian Jing was also wondering why he could see so many emotions. After all, it was just a dog - even if it was qualified to sit in the front row. He stretched out his palm and swayed in front of the dog: "Hello, what's your name?"

"It is called reserve grain. Of course I won't really eat it. It's cheaper to feed it." The driver said while driving: "Be careful, although it is quite well-behaved, if you really want to touch it, it will bite people. Only a few people in my family can fumble it casually."

Qian Jing would not take the risk of touching a dog that could bite people. He always thought about the magical ability he had just gained, so he chatted with the driver all the way, and the other party didn't think much of what he said.

Because the ability to get lost is still in effect, Qian Jing didn't know which road he had gone back, but he just thought it was quite short. It was summer vacation, and the roommates went home early, and he was the only one in the dormitory, which was suitable for sneaking and causing trouble.

The door was locked, the curtains were pulled on, the desk lamp was turned on, and the phone was charged. After completing these things, Qian Jing sat at the table with peace of mind, took out a stack of printing paper, took a deep breath, and summoned the ink of the soul to his fingertips.

"Like Ma Liang, the cartoon magic pen, that is, the things drawn can be turned into reality." Qian Jing licked his lips, unable to suppress the desire in his heart, and immediately drew a circle on the paper, with "1 yuan" written in the middle.

Generally speaking, it is difficult to control the feeling of painting directly with your fingers, especially the fingers will block your vision, which is far less accurate and convenient than using the tip of the pen. However, the ink of the mind is not a common pigment. It is connected with the user's mind. It does not only look at the "hand" feeling of writing and painting, but also works with the "brain" feeling of imagination. Therefore, the circle on the paper presents a perfect circle, and the "1 yuan" is also the two most correct words written by Qian Jing in his life.

"Finish, let me see what changes will happen!" Qian Jing raised his fingers and a circle popped up from the paper, knocked it a few times, and then stopped. Qian Jing took a breath of air conditioning and couldn't help but scream: "It's OK! It's OK!"

He held his breath and carefully reached out to touch it. "The metal feel is not paper! It's so amazing! It's so amazing! Wait... what does the 1 yuan coin look like?"

He quickly opened his laptop when his mobile phone was insufficient to use the battery. He usually used electronic payment and rarely used cash. He had never met his wallet for a long time. Now, whenever he encountered a situation where there were whole or small, he would use electronic payment in order to avoid the trouble of carrying coins. For 1 yuan coin, Qian Jing only remembered the word "1 yuan" in his mind, and his other memories were blurred.

"Ah! There is a peony flower on the front, plus the Chinese pinyin of the word "one yuan", and the reverse..." Qian Jing turned the coin over and looked at the bare and blank side, and his face twitched.

"It's a scam! I forgot to draw the front without flowers, but I don't have anything on the back, so how can I break it? How can I draw two sides on the paper at the same time? I can't even kill you!"

Experiments have proved that there is no chance to draw coins with this method. Even if Qian Jing can possess the gods and imitate the peony flower on the front vividly, the national emblem on the opposite side is an impossible task for him. By analogy, if the coin pattern is regarded as a difficulty level of 1, then the RMB pattern is definitely a difficulty level of 100. Those terrible anti-counterfeiting lines and watermarks can't even be seen, let alone imitating them. Moreover, Qian Jing feels that if he has the ability to draw RMB, the time spent is not good, and he can earn more than 100 RMB.

How to draw the back is also a problem. Qian Jing draws a circle from the front of the paper, then quickly turns it over and draws it at the opposite position on the back. It will only become two independent things, and it cannot form the effect of the front and the back. He has tried many times. The most successful thing at present is a transparent plastic ruler, which is completely simulated according to the real object - but the scale above is very thoughtful and almost all are accurate.

But it is not without a positive side. Things made through spiritual shaping ink can change the material according to your heart's intention. The single-sided one-yuan coin painted by Qian Jing has the same metal feel as real coins. The same is true for plastic rulers, exactly the same as those used as “models”. This same is reflected in all aspects of weight, toughness, and hardness. At least the difference between the naked eye and the fingers cannot be distinguished.

In addition, color is not a problem, and it will not affect the material of the final work. For example, the one-yuan coin is not pure white like paper, and the money mirror just draws circles on the paper and writes words, and it will not delay it from turning into gray metal. So...

"This ability is already quite amazing. As long as I can draw gold, it will be the same as a gold hand. If safety is taken into account, it will be even better!"

As long as he thinks of this, no one can restrain his own idea of ​​trying. When he searches the pictures of gold bars online, Qian Jing's eyes were surrounded by the golden light of the screen. He focused his energy and focused on depicting the gold bars.

In terms of appearance, gold bars are actually quite easy to draw. They are nothing more than regular geometric figures, plus a few words that indicate their weight, purity and "gold" connotation. Qian Jing is not very greedy, and he only wrote "one kilogram" in weight.

This time, the sound of something that jumped out of the paper was obviously much dull, and a clang! Just listening to the sound is definitely enough, but why is the color of this "gold bar" pure white?

Qian Jing reached out to pick it up, but felt that his arms were dead, as if he had just walked up to the fourth floor with a bucket of drinking water in one hand. Not only that, this fatigue also spread throughout his body, and it began to turn black, and sleepiness also swept over. "I'm going to suffer! I'm going to dizzy!" He had just had this idea, and lost consciousness and fell asleep on the table.

It took only five seconds before the snoring started, and he slowly slid to the ground and curled up into a ball. His condition was very bad, his face was sallow, his skin collapsed, and his purple blood vessels pushed up his skin. If he continued to sleep like this, he would probably never wake up again.
Chapter completed!