Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 649 Dream Bubble
"Pen, come on—"

In Shenlai Lake, Feng Qingyan raised his right hand and made a gesture as if grabbing a pen.

At this time, Yun Zhongjun, Yingshu and others in the pavilion looked over in surprise, with puzzled looks in their eyes.

What does it mean?
Could it be that the gentleman is asking Yunmengze for a stroke of genius?
Yingshu and Donggonglan looked at each other in bewilderment. Is this possible? They couldn't help but look at Yunzhongjun. After all, they had never seen how to take the magic pen, so they didn't know if it was taken this way.

But there was also some surprise in Yun Zhongjun's eyes.

It is clear.

This is not the way to get inspiration.

But the gentleman did so...

At this moment, Yun Zhongjun frowned slightly, and was also shocked by Feng Sheng's amazing writing style.

It is impossible to achieve a stroke of genius in this way.

Moreover.

The magic pen can only be taken once every three years.

If it is wrong, it is wrong. It cannot be taken away at any time just because of one's status. Once a saint missed the time to take the divine pen and came to Yunmengze, but didn't he return empty-handed in the end?

As the god of Yunmeng Lake, he can only take three divine pens.

After taking the three magic pens, he tried to take them by force, but failed every time. Moreover, he also tried to take them at a different time than the time for taking the magic pens, but failed as well.

Or.

When it was not the time to take the magic brush, he did not find any trace of the magic brush at all.

How to get this?

and so.

He was not optimistic about Feng Sheng coming to take the divine pen at this time.

Even though the other party was canonized.

After all, even a saint failed, let alone a virtual saint?

Although Feng Sheng's current achievements and merits are not inferior to those of some saints, he is still a virtual saint. Perhaps it is precisely because he is not optimistic, or even impossible, that the teacher ordered him to deliver the divine pen?

As for what the teacher meant by "returning", he still couldn't understand it.

If the teacher just made a slip of the tongue, this is even more impossible.

"Mr. Yunzhong, is this how you get the Divine Brush?" Yingshu couldn't help but ask curiously, "Mr. Yunzhong, are you going to get the Divine Brush? Isn't it said that to get the Divine Brush, you have to go to the Divine Pavilion? Or, do you just need to come to the vicinity of the Divine Pavilion?"

"The Divine Brush appears once every three years. To obtain it, one must come to the Divine Pavilion." Yun Zhongjun hesitated and said, "Perhaps Feng Sheng has his own way of obtaining the brush."

"So, you are sure you can get the magic pen?"

When Yingshu was surprised, he felt a huge sense of joy in his heart, and felt that the gentleman really had his own way of holding a pen.

Although the magic pen appears once every three years, does a gentleman have his own way?
How can a gentleman be compared to ordinary people?

And at this time.

The situation in Yunmengze suddenly changed.

Yun Zhongjun's face brightened slightly. After all, he was the god of Yunmengze. Every move of Yunmengze was in his heart and thoughts.

At this moment, he did not change the situation in Yunmengze.

But the situation has changed.

Moreover, these changes were not normal, it seemed that some mysterious force was driving them.

It was the first time that he felt like he was losing control of Yunmengze.

Is it true that can canonize saints really use divine writing?

This was just a casual remark on his part.

“The world has changed.”

Yingshu was immediately surprised and thought it was caused by the gentleman's divine pen.

In fact, it is not just Yingshu who thinks so. Donggong Lan and Xihe Miss also think so, and even Yun Zhongjun has such a guess.

After all, he didn't control the situation, but the situation changed.

now.

Around Shenlai Lake, a layer of something like a dream suddenly appeared.

This kind of thing is like a bubble.

Even so, there seem to be countless transparent and colorful bubbles, in which are reflected unclear scenes or shadows.

Bursts of light flashed through the bubbles.

It is like a fleeting glimpse, giving people an unreal and dreamy feeling.

Yingshu couldn't help but stare at it with her big black eyes curiously, and even wanted to reach out and touch it, but unfortunately there was no one in front of her...

And it made her feel like she was dreaming.

She couldn't quite tell whether this was a dream or reality.

Countless bubbles rose from all around, reflecting countless shadows, as if there were bursts of floating light passing by, giving people a trance-like illusion.

At this moment, Yun Zhongjun had no expression on his face, but his heart was filled with turmoil.

This is a stroke of genius!

But, isn’t it less than three years?

Why did the magic pen appear in the world?
As the god of Yunmengze, he was unable to make gods appear in the world, but canonization seemed to have done it.

This made him feel a little complicated.

I don’t know if it’s jealousy.

Not only him, even the saints could not make God appear in the world...

"What's going on? Could it be that the magic pen has appeared?" Yingshu said in surprise. Although he hasn't seen the magic pen yet and can't be sure, it's almost certain.

"It shouldn't be wrong."

Donggong Lan nodded with some surprise.

"I feel that there is a dreamlike atmosphere between heaven and earth." Miss Xihe said seriously, "It is a bit like the atmosphere of Yun Zhongjun's magic brush."

"It is indeed a stroke of genius."

Yun Zhongjun smiled.

At this time, he couldn't understand why the teacher asked him to deliver the pen since Feng Sheng could get the divine pen?

Didn’t the teacher calculate this?
"Isn't it said that the magic pen appears once every three years?"

The movie book talks about everything.

This made Yun Zhongjun not want to respond at all. This kid really deserved a beating for what he said. Now that the divine pen appeared in the world, it was indeed a slap in the face of Yun Zhongjun...

At this moment, the surroundings were like a dream bubble, turning into waves of floating light and quickly falling into Feng Qingyan's hand.

When the fleeting glimpse disappears.

A wooden brush appeared in Feng Qingyan's hand.

At this moment, there are bursts of brocade flowers, emerging from the brush, one blooming, one bursting...

"Ah, the gentleman has obtained the magic pen, the gentleman is really amazing."

Yingshu was so surprised that he almost screamed.

Donggong Lan looked at the white-clothed figure in the lake with eyes as clear as autumn water.

Yun Zhongjun, on the other hand, looked up at the sky slightly, as if he couldn't understand why the divine pen appeared in the world.

In the lake.

Feng Qingyan looked at the magic pen in his hand, feeling the dreamy aura emanating from the pen, but his eyes wrinkled slightly.

The stroke of genius is indeed magical.

In the dream, there is a magnificent breath of life...

As if a god had come.

However, he had a feeling that the magic pen in his hand could not bear the weight of the bridge.

and.

In his opinion, this magical pen is not really a treasure from heaven and earth.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, the Magic Pen is indeed a treasure from heaven and earth, but to him, it is just one of the four greatest treasures of the study.

Perhaps it deserves to be called a treasure.

but.

It is absolutely unworthy of the reputation as a treasure of heaven and earth.

This shows that his previous guess may come true, and there may be a source of inspiration.

The inspiration in your hand may be an illusion of the original pen.

"not enough!"

So at this moment he said, his half-raised right hand not lowered.

Yingshu in the Shenlai Pavilion was a little stunned. What does the gentleman's "not enough" mean?

Do you want to take two?
Only one Magic Pen appears in the world every three years. If no one is lucky enough to get it this time, it will hide in Yunmengze, waiting for someone lucky enough to get it three years later.

"Sister Lan, does the gentleman want to take away several magic pens?" Yingshu suddenly said excitedly, "If the gentleman can take away several pens, I must ask the gentleman for one..."

"Maybe."

Donggong Lan said.

Yun Zhongjun didn’t know what to say. Taking one was not enough, he wanted to take several?

Do you really think you can pick anything you want with the pen of God?
He still didn't quite believe that canonization could take away the second one.

After all, the fact that the divine pen has now appeared in the world is already enough to give it face for canonization.

However, just when he thought it was impossible, fleeting shadows appeared again around Shenlai Lake, as if countless bubbles were born from between heaven and earth.

The world of Yunmengze was once again filled with a dreamy atmosphere.

Life is born in dreams.

The floating lights passed by again and fell into Feng Qingyan's right hand one by one.

However, no one noticed the second magic pen appearing in Feng Qingyan's hand, and they were all a little surprised.

"Hey, what's going on? Why is there only one magic pen in the gentleman's hand?"

Yingshu said with astonishment on his face.

However, Yun Zhongjun clearly felt that the magical writing in Feng Sheng's hand exuded a stronger dreamlike aura.

The brocade flowers that grow from the pen are bigger and more fragrant.

Is this two in one?

Can this be done?
He had never seen such a situation before, or it had never happened before.

“It’s possible that it’s two in one.”

Donggong Lan pondered for a moment and said that she also felt it vaguely.

"It's still not enough!"

Feng Qingyan took a look at the magic pen in his hand and shook his head.

Bubbles appeared again around Shenlai Lake, and waves of floating light flashed by. Countless shadows appeared and disappeared, and once again sank into Feng Qingyan's right hand.

And at this time.

Yingshu, Donggong Lan and others in Shenlai Pavilion were even more surprised and not quite sure what was going on.

Yingshu couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Yunzhong, what is the gentleman doing? The first time the fleeting shadow appeared, a magic pen appeared in the gentleman's hand, but why is there only one magic pen when it appears the second and third time?"

At this moment, Yun Zhongjun narrowed his eyes slightly, but he was shocked in his heart.

He suspected that Feng Sheng was the god of Yunmengze.

Otherwise why is it possible?
Not only can the magic pen appear in the world, but also the three magic pens can be combined into one?

A stroke of genius that is three in one is definitely not comparable to three strokes of genius.

He didn't want to pay attention to Yingshu, a kid who couldn't talk. This silly kid talked too much.

While Yun Zhongjun was amazed at the three-in-one divine arrival, Feng Qingyan shook his head and said, "Not enough."

The word "not enough" sounded like thunder in everyone's ears.

This is not enough, how much more is enough?
Yun Zhongjun really wanted to ask, after all, each person could only take three at most.

In fact, as far as he knew, he seemed to be the only one in the world who had taken away the three magic pens.

At this moment, the fleeting shadow appeared again and sank into Feng Qingyan's right hand for the fourth time, but Feng Qingyan still didn't know it was enough.

not enough!

not enough!

not enough!

In the Shenlai Pavilion.

Yingshu's ears seemed to be numb from listening.

Yun Zhongjun had a blank expression on his face. Every time he said "not enough", and the fleeting shadow that appeared after the word "not enough", it was like a slap in the face.

That's at least dozens of slaps.

And at this time.

Feng Qingyan's brows also frowned slightly.

After all, he had said it was not enough dozens of times, but the magic pen still appeared one at a time, like squeezing toothpaste.

He spoke with a dry mouth.

"not enough--"

Feng Qingyan Road.

At some point, Yingshu caught a lake fish and started grilling it on the stage in front of Shenlai Pavilion.

Miss Xihe squatted together and looked at the grilled fish eagerly.

"Miss Yingshu, why does Your Majesty keep saying it's not enough? Why don't you say anything else? Or just say it all."

Qing Mang was a little confused and felt a little tired just listening to it.

Your Majesty, you sound even more tired, right?
"Who knows? Maybe only one magic pen can appear in the world at a time."

Yingshu turned the grilled fish dish and then exclaimed in amazement. After all, hundreds of magic pens merged together, how powerful could that be?

She seemed to see Yun Zhongjun's face change...

Ha ha--

She wanted to laugh.

"Your Excellency, you must be very tired of shouting. Don't you know how many divine pens there are? You won't have to shout for several days, will you?"

Qing Mang asked curiously.

"Isn't this possible?" Yingshu was stunned for a moment and said, "If it lasts for several days, it will require tens of thousands of divine pens? Tens of thousands of divine pens merged together, how powerful would it be? With one stroke, wouldn't the world be split in two?"

Every time a gentleman says "not enough", it probably takes a breath of time.

From the moment the fleeting light appears to the moment it lands in the gentleman's hand, it takes about twelve or thirteen breaths. According to the frequency that the gentleman mentioned, the interval between the moment the divine pen lands in the hand is about twenty breaths.

One hour is seven thousand two hundred breaths.

So, now nearly an hour has passed, the gentleman is still saying "not enough" in the lake, and the stroke of genius appears for the 300th time.

If he does this non-stop, he can probably produce nearly four thousand pens a day.

Shortly after.

Yingshu and Miss Xihe ate grilled fish while looking at Junzi and saying "not enough" until their ears were callused.

"Oh, I can't stand it anymore."

Two hours later, Yingshu covered his ears and pulled Miss Xihe away.

Not long after, Donggong Lan saw that Lian Yunzhongjun could not bear it anymore and left, so she finally walked out of Shenlai Pavilion.

Feng Qingyan was upset and helpless.

He shouted for several hours, his mouth was dry and his throat was hoarse. However, he couldn't stop, lest he start over and fail.

This magical pen...

He felt that it was indeed a dreamy shadow of the mother pen.

So theoretically speaking, inspiration can be endless and it is impossible to achieve perfection.

Although the magic pen in his hand seemed to be composed of hundreds of magic pens, its power was not hundreds of times stronger...

In fact, what he needs is a master pen.

However, the mother pen did not show up and refused to fall into his hands.

Therefore, even if he continued to speak, with countless inspirational words added together, the power was still not enough.

He needs to obtain the mother pen before he can draw the bridge of guidance.

But how to get the mother pen?
"not enough!"

At this time, Feng Qingyan simply retracted his right hand. After all, it had been raised for several hours and was almost stiff. He said, "Even if you can create countless divine pens, it is still not enough. What I need is the mother pen."

However, fleeting glimpses continued to appear, and seemed to be moving at a faster speed.

It’s a pity that Feng Qingyan didn’t answer the call, it would have been useless even if he had answered it.

But he didn't answer, and the fleeting glimpse of light never appeared again, disappearing in an instant.

Feng Qingyan was not in a hurry. After all, it was useless to continue. It would be better to think of another way to get the mother pen.

Yingshu, Donggong Lan and others seemed to hear the gentleman finally stop.

I couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

Woohoo, finally I don't have to suffer anymore...

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(End of this chapter)