Chapter 55: 0 Years, 1 Day, 0 Autumns

Meng Fan entered the Mercury Gourd with the Great Dream of Thousand Autumns.

Now that the Juggernaut is by his side, he needs to be more cautious in his cultivation, as one mistake will expose his true cultivation.

Practicing in the Mercury Gourd can well cover the breath fluctuations.

Meng Fan stretched out his hand to caress the painting, and suddenly there was a strange connection between the soul and the painting.

The picture of the great dream of thousands of years is the magic weapon of the fairy family, and it needs to recognize the master first.

The Mercury Gourd and Innate Sword Embryo that Meng Fan obtained before are innate spirit treasures that have not been used by anyone. Meng Fan only needs to integrate his own breath to make the spirit treasure recognize its owner.

But the Great Dream of Qianqiu is not simple, it is the treasure of the painting saint, and the painting saint is its first owner. If you want to refine this treasure, you must first remove the previous traces.

The treasures obtained by the system rewards are all unowned. The Great Dream of Qianqiu has no owner now, but it is not easy to become its owner, because it gave birth to Turing, has self-awareness, and has a natural ability to control others. A feeling of resistance, of flight.

It's like finding a spouse!

Xiantian Sword Embryo and Mercury Gourd are like girls who have not left the court, while Dameng Qianqiutu is already a divorced young woman.

There is no better or worse between the two, each has its own advantages, the girl is innocent, but she has no experience and needs to be cultivated slowly, on the contrary, the other one can be used directly and happily as long as you get approval.

Meng Fan knew the refining method from the system, combined with his own understanding of Qi Ling, and began to release his spiritual thoughts to communicate with Turing.

When he was in the Shushan Sword Tomb, Meng Fan had already communicated with thousands of sword spirits, especially the holy swords of the seventh and eighth floors. Their sword spirits were very mature. , being able to quickly establish friendly relations with them, it can be said that Meng Fan understands those sword spirits very well and has rich experience.

Right now, Meng Fan doesn't have the same affinity for painting as the way of swordsmanship, so don't worry.

This is the same as hooking up a girl. There is no perfect first impression, so you need to get in touch slowly, especially if you want to have a big dream of Qianqiu, you need to weaken its wariness little by little.

Meng Fan's spiritual thoughts penetrated into the picture. At this time, the picture of Qianqiu flashed with light, and the four large characters rippled like water waves. In an instant, the drawing paper was pitch black, and a strange force pulled Meng Fan into the world in the picture.

Meng Fan opened his eyes again, he was already in a white world, and in front of him was a writing brush with a black stem and a white tip.

The brush danced in the air, circling Meng Fan, as if curious about Meng Fan.

Hello... Meng Fan tried to communicate with the brush with his mind, then stretched out his hand and put it in the air.

The brush rested on Meng Fan's palm for a moment, and then the tip of the brush turned in a circle, as if painting in the air. Suddenly, a light flashed, and a bright red apple fell into Meng Fan's palm.

"Magic brush!" Meng Fan was amazed. A smile appeared on his face. Touching the apple was very real. The brush was dancing in front of him. Although it had no eyes, Meng Fan could feel that it was looking at him expectantly.

Meng Fan put the apple in his mouth and took a bite.

Ga!

The apples are crisp, juicy and delicious.

"It's so sweet!" Meng Fan praised.

Then the brush danced wildly in the air, the white world suddenly turned red, and a rain of apples buried Meng Fan.

"Fuck, enough is enough!" Meng Fan quickly sent out a voice transmission of his spiritual thoughts.

Pushing aside the apple to reveal his head, the writing brush dangled in front of him again, like a kid asking for credit.

The writing brush is very hospitable!

"Come on, let me teach you, apples are not drawn like this."

Meng Fan stretched out his hand again, and let the brush lie in his hand like an open embrace.

The brush hesitated for a moment, and then lay in Meng Fan's hand under Meng Fan's sincere eyes.

Holding the writing brush, Meng Fan suddenly had a wonderful connection. He felt that the brush in his hand seemed to be able to turn his imagination into reality.

"If you want to send me more apples than I can eat, you can draw an apple tree full of ripe apples, so that if I want to eat, I can always pick it."

While talking, Meng Fan imagined an apple tree full of fruits, and then waved the magic brush in his hand to paint in the air, and soon an imaginary apple tree actually appeared in front of him.

The brush became more active, and he walked back and forth among the apple trees he had just drawn without Meng Fan's hand, observing the apple trees.

Then it waved the tip of the pen, and the apples that had just been drawn all over the ground flew to the tree one after another and hung between the branches.

Looking at Huantuo's writing brush, Meng Fan knew that it was Turing. The spirit of the tool can be presented in various ways. It is essentially a group of souls, and you can choose different carriers.

The writing brush flew back, and its tip touched Meng Fan's brow, a white light flashed, Meng Fan opened his eyes again, and he had come to a new world.

The world of Confucianism and Taoism, this world is the closest to the Wenqu star, and the light of the star illuminates the whole world.

Literature is used to carry Tao, and all scholars can cultivate righteousness and gain strength through literary attainments in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, poetry and Fu.

This is a world where scholars are respected, and knowledge is the same as the way of swordsmanship in the Sword Spirit Continent.

Meng Fan's consciousness came to a boy, but it was just consciousness, he could not influence the boy's behavior.

The boy's name was Wu Chu, and he was born in a literary family, and his father was a great Confucianist.

However, he didn't like reading, preferring painting, and was gradually neglected by his father. At this time, in the world of Confucianism and Taoism, the way of painting is not obvious, and only scholars can stand out.

One day he skipped class to play by the river, and picked up a magic paintbrush.

The young man was very happy, never left his brush, and slept with his brush in his arms all day long.

He was immersed in his own way of painting, unknown, and was once ignored by others. His family members regarded him as a waste, a lunatic, and ignored him.

Before I knew it, fifty years had passed.

One day, the four great demon sages invaded the world of Confucianism and Taoism with millions of monsters. They wanted to destroy the human race. Blood, Wen Sheng was injured, unable to stop the power of monsters.

Just when everyone was in despair, he left the customs. He held a magic brush, used blood as ink, and the world as a scroll, splashing ink in the air to paint, fighting the four demon saints alone.

After killing the four great demon saints, he used the skin of the demon saints as the material to paint, and finally completed the painting, including all the millions of monsters in the painting.

He became famous in the first battle and became the first saint in the Confucian and Taoist world to enter Taoism through painting, and was named a saint of painting.

A hundred years later, he proved the Tao through painting and ascended to the realm of the gods.

The original paintbrush has become a magic brush in his hands, giving birth to consciousness.

Then he wandered around in various worlds, experienced different careers, comprehended the heavens, and drew everything he saw.

Finally, after a thousand years, he completed the Great Dream Thousand Autumn Map.

At this point, Meng Fan's consciousness finally returned!

When Meng Fan opened his eyes again and looked at the apple tree in front of him, he felt a sense of trance that spanned thousands of years.

Just now he has experienced a thousand years of painting fairy Wu Chu.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was Meng Fan or Wu Chu.

"Qianqiu!" Meng Fan called softly, Qianqiu, this is the name of the magic pen.

The picture of the big dream Qianqiu was completed by Wu Chu and Qianqiu together. The big dream is Wu Chu comparing his life to a dream.

Qian Qiubi whizzed over and jumped in front of Meng Fan's eyes.

Meng Fan held it in his hand and stroked it gently, a sense of familiarity arose in his heart.

In the memory of the millennium just now, Qian Qiubi was his only companion from beginning to end.

At this time, Meng Fan heard a voice in his mind.

"Owner!"

He finally got the approval of Qianqiu Pen, which also means that he has become the master of Dameng Qianqiu Tu.