"Genius." Wang Tai said: "Genius has few failures in painting, and every scroll must be the best. Therefore, he can constantly sharpen his gold pen. In fact, the method of honing magic pens by the three major painting academies is just this principle."

"I'll leave this Yu Sui pen to you. It's enough for you to be pregnant and used before the master." Wang Tai said with a smile.

"Thank you, sir." Huo Taixian quickly saluted respectfully.

"I have another advice." Wang Tai said.

"Sir, please give me advice."

"Wait for the opportunity to join the three painting academies. The days when the three painting academies are opened are not far away. If you don't enter the true teachings of the three painting academies, you will never be included in the awakening magic pen." Wang Tai said:

"The three major painting academies have mythological scrolls and countless geniuses, which is the real opportunity. It is the shortcut to reach the strong."

"The reason why the yamen is called the left-door side door is because there is no ink refining method. If you want to have a superior method, you must have three major painting academies."

"Disciple understands." Huo Feixian said with his disciple's etiquette.

"Well, just understand, it's okay for a child to teach."

"I like you, but I want to help you. There is no Mythical Picture Scroll, but there is a rubbing of the Mythical Picture Scroll. Looking for a good day, you can follow me to observe the map of the country and the country. If you can seize the opportunity, it will be an opportunity for you." Wang Tai put down the wine pot.

After saying that, Wang Tairen had already stood up and left, disappeared into the darkness, leaving Huo Taixian standing there in a daze.

Looking at the direction of Wang Tai's departure, Huo Taixian was dazed and dazed:

"I'm afraid I'm not going to be lonely, but I'm going around and around to the three major academies."

"Three major painting academies! I must go in."

"The three major painting academies must go to. Not only do you need to obtain the best ink practice, but you also need to figure out what the divine power in your body is."

It would be fine if you don’t know the goodness of the academy. Now that you know, how can you miss it?

And I didn’t mean to give myself a quota?

Or wait?

The wound in the heart seems to be unable to kill his life for the time being.

Looking down at Yu Sui's pen in his hand, Huo Taixian thought: "This Yu Sui pen is somewhat similar to my Heavenly King's pen. They all use external forces to help mortals gain the power of painters. However, the effects of the two are completely opposite."

The Heavenly King Pen consumes energy and spirit and ignores the level.

Yu Sui's brush is a brush that nourishes people, and consumes the power of heaven and earth in the brush. This brush can draw a scroll of the realm of art and learning. If it falls into the hands of the realm of descent, it draws a scroll of the realm of descent. Using this brush also depends on the realm and skills of the master of the painting.

"The harvest is quite big." Huo Taixian took Yu Sui's pen, but was not sleepy. Instead, he went straight to the pavilion, spread out the drawing board, and then grind the ink, recalling the Five Ghosts' transport picture in his mind. Yu Sui's pen gently drew the board surface in his hand, and a lifelike Five Ghosts' transport picture appeared on the drawing board in front of Huo Taixian.

There seemed to be a faint aura in Yu Sui's pen. As the ink fell on the lines, the Five Ghosts' transport map flowed with the aura, and seemed to have come alive.

As a cultural relic restorer in his previous life, Huo Taixian's painting skills are useless. Although it is full of craftsmanship, it is enough for 99% of the experts to make the fake a real one.

Be confident and take it with a wave of your mind.

After the drawing was completed, a stream of energy flashed from the scroll, poured into Huo Feixian's body, nourishing his three treasures of energy and spirit. Huo Feixian felt a clear mind and a refreshing mind.

At this time, a message came into Huo Feixian's mind:

"If you don't enter the grade "Five Ghosts Movement Picture", you can carry items weighing 20 kilograms within ten meters."

"The energy in this pen replaces divine power. Unfortunately, although my painter has reached the pinnacle among the ordinary people, he has no charm." Huo Feixian shook his head and lowered his head to continue drawing the picture.

It was not the five ghosts' transport picture, but the wild flowers and grass outside the door, formed along with the scrolls of pictures, and streams of qi poured into the body of Huofei Xian, quietly nourishing the three treasures of his essence, energy and spirit. Even the scars in his heart were healed so much at this time.

Chang'an Painting Academy

Mountain top

Li Wenfang and Wang Gaoqiu sat opposite each other.

At this time, Wang Gaoqiu was disheveled and his body was filled with a foul smell. He sat there quietly, looking at the drawing board in front of him, dazed and dazed.

"Oh~"

Li Wenfang sighed quietly: "It's just a blow, you're so depressed. To be honest, I'm very disappointed with you."

"Master, I'm sorry for the teacher's hard work and for the plan of the ancestors." Wang Gaoqiu's voice was hoarse, and blood and tears rolled in his eyes:

"I wish I could apologize for death."

Li Wenfang looked at Wang Gaoqiu, a disciple he had carefully cultivated, and sighed quietly after a long time: "The ancestors said there is still a chance."

"There is still a chance?" Wang Gaoqiu suddenly raised his head.

"There is still a chance!" Li Wenfang nodded affirmatively.

"I'll ask the teacher to teach me! Even if my disciples are crushed to pieces, they will reverse the situation." Wang Gaoqiu struggled to kneel down on the ground, kowtowed constantly, and blood was seen on his forehead.

"You are the seed of the twelve myths designated by the church. The disasters in front of you are just a little test on the road to becoming a myth." Li Wenfang said:

"The ancestors' teachings will tell you that the integration of "Chang'an Tu" and Chang'an City will inevitably have a most critical point of fit. As long as you destroy that point, you can force the separation of "Chang'an Tu" and Chang'an City." Li Wenfang said.

"Disciple is going down the mountain now and go to Chang'an City to find the point of fit." Wang Gaoqiu looked ecstatic.

"Now that the wind and clouds of Chang'an City are gathering, and all the masters have secretly entered Chang'an City to search for the mythological scroll of birth. You need to be cautious when going to Chang'an City. Don't be so arrogant. If you attract the attention of all the masters, you will create countless troubles to seize the Chang'an map for nothing." Li Wenfang said.

"Disciple obeys the order." Wang Gaoqiu said.

"Do you have a plan?" Li Wenfang looked at Wang Gaoqiu.

Wang Gaoqiu pondered a little after hearing this, and then said for a long time: "I want to enter the Chang'an County Government. It is said that there is a "Chang'an Society Map" in the Chang'an County Government. If the disciple can see the Chang'an Society Map and take a look at the safety profile, he may be able to calculate the node."

"I'll wait for you in the mountains." Li Wenfang looked at Wang Gaoqiu: "This is your last chance. Because the mythological scroll was born, it alarmed the ancestor of the church. The ancestor of the church realized that the world was chaotic and decided to open a mansion in advance to recruit disciples. If you miss this opportunity, you can only follow me back to the mountain and inherit the mythological scroll in the mountains. At that time, the future will not be in your hands."

"Disciple thanks the teacher." Wang Gaoqiu cried and turned around and was about to leave.

Looking at Wang Gaoqiu's back, Li Wenfang suddenly said, "Wait."

"What are the teacher's instructions?" Wang Gaoqiu turned his head.

"Do you want to go to Chang'an County Government through King Duan, and then watch the map of the country?" Li Wenfang said.

"I'm just thinking about this."

"Wang Tai is afraid that he will not sell the king's face. Even if he sells the king's face, how can you seize the Chang'an map under Wang Tai's nose in the future?" Li Wenfang asked: "He is now prepared, but I am afraid that he will not give you another chance to seize the Chang'an map. Even if you find the Chang'an map, you may not be able to seize it."

Wang Gaoqiu was stunned when he heard this, and was a little at a loss: "Teacher, what should I do?"

"What should I do? Of course, I'm telling Wang Tai to die." Li Wenfang smiled.

"Ah?" Wang Gaoqiu was stunned: "How can disciples be Wang Tai's opponent?"

"Wang Tai has a fatal fatal point, namely the southwest Houguan Town and the little Houye Guanshan. This involves a case from that year. As long as you act according to your plan, you can definitely put Wang Tai to death."

“…”

"Also, you can bring this bottle of medicine with you!"

"Is this?" Wang Gaoqiu was curious about the result of porcelain bottle.

"The potion refined by Maruna and Tianyi's water is the most seducing demon. As long as you sprinkle it on your body, let Wang Tai smell it, and then a little guidance and stimulation of your words will inevitably arouse his demon."

“…”

Wang Gaoqiu said goodbye to Li Wenfang and walked to the palace. Thinking of Li Wenfang's words, he couldn't help but shake his head: "You can't listen to all the words of the teacher. If you have to do it, I'd better not touch this thunder. Wang Tai's identity is a big thunder! If you kill him, if you reveal your strength and cause you to trace it back, I'm afraid I will be liquidated."

In Chang'an County

Huo Taixian held Yu Sui's pen in his hand and quietly drew the scroll, with a hint of thought in his eyes: "It is extremely difficult for a person to specialize in a picture for the rest of his life. It is extremely difficult to draw a map of the country that covers the entire human race like Ji Fa, the founding king of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

There are many pictures a person needs to draw in his life, but there is definitely only one who relies on to achieve enlightenment. And this picture is called: natal map.

Huo Feixian doesn’t want so many things, and he can’t go to the three major academies. It’s better to nourish the energy and spirit here and nourish the divine blood in the body.

He has a pen in his hand and is destined to take an ordinary path.

In the morning, I handled the affairs of the yamen, and in the afternoon, I understood the painting scroll, and drew a painting of grass and wood in the yard to nourish the spirit. This kind of life was very good for Huo Feixian.

He is not lacking in divine power, and the divine power in his body is enough for him to activate the animation scroll.

There are also five ghosts carrying pictures and Taigong pictures in hand, which is enough for him for the time being.

What he has to wait for now is to open the mountain gate of the Natural Painting Academy and then enter the Natural Painting Academy by himself.

In just half a month, Huo Taixian had already dealt with the things in the yamen. Then, with Wang Tai entering the yamen, he saw the "Chang'an Society Map" hanging on the screen.

"This is the Chang'an country map. Logically speaking, the county yamen has a chance to comprehend, and has a chance to comprehend, and you make great contributions and have another chance to comprehend, but you are different from them. We are all nobles. Even if we are deprived of the title, we are also nobles." Wang Tai stepped forward and rolled up the scroll and directly stuffed the "Chang'an Map" into the hands of Huo Taixian:

"You can use it to comprehend. As long as the Chang'an map cannot be found in the county government."

Huo Taixian was stunned when he heard this: "Sir, aren't you afraid of any mistakes in this "Chang'an Society Map"?"

"False?" Wang Tai laughed: "It's just a map of Chang'an County printed on the map of the country. Although it is precious, this thing..."

Wang Tai shook his head.

Seeing this, Huo Feixian stopped talking, but bowed respectfully and then took the scroll back.

Back in the house, Huo Taixian carefully spread out the "Chang'an Society Map". The Chang'an Society Map is not precious to Wang Tai, but it is indeed an extraordinary treasure for Huo Taixian.

But on the scroll, the whole of Chang'an was vivid, every street, every house, every mountain, every grass, a tree, bird, beast, insect, fish, seemed to have come alive.

With wide eyes, he seemed to be able to see countless figures wandering in the scroll.

"How do you use this thing? Why did you forget to ask others how to use it?"

After scratching his head and ears for a while, he could not see any clues. Huo Feixian felt his heart moved, and then he carefully stretched out his palm, tentatively circulating the divine power in his body, and carefully poured it into the Chang'an map. The next moment, Huo Feixian felt that the void was upside down, and the time and space in front of him changed. When it appeared again, the entire Chang'an land appeared in his eyes.

He saw the streets outside, the direction of the land veins in Chang'an, the waves of the river outside Chang'an, and countless shadows of people and countless people in Chang'an City.

Just as Huo Taixian's spirit fell into Chang'an map, Wang Tai from Houya couldn't help but be stunned: "Hey, it's interesting? This kid has only been able to get the magic pen for only one night, and his energy can actually touch the law of the scroll?"

He regarded Huo Feixian's divine power as energy and spirit.

Huo Taixian wandered in the scroll and felt that the world in the scroll seemed to have an inexplicable relationship with the outside world. The mountains and rivers in the scroll seemed to be somewhat different from the mountains and rivers outside.

This mountain exudes a heavy aura, the water flow is filled with the feminine power of good things without competing, and the grass and trees exude vitality.
Chapter completed!