Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1445: Ma Liang, the magic pen
The Immortal of the South Pole walked from east to west and from south to north.

After searching hard for three months in the prehistoric continent, I felt helpless. It seemed that among the three realms, the only people who had a connection with the Heavenly Dao Pen were Deng Chanyu and that naughty kid Ma Liang.

Giving the Heavenly Dao Pen to Deng Chanyu would be like throwing meat buns at a dog. There is a 100% chance that you will never get it back.

If Deng Chanyu secretly did something to let the old man of longevity merge with his original body, it is possible. Even if Yuanshi Tianzun asked about it afterwards, she would have an excuse. It was you, the Immortal of the South Pole, who strongly asked me to do it. It is understandable that some mistakes occurred in the middle. Just say whether the fusion took place or not?
The Immortal of the South Pole would rather die than do such a thing to aid the enemy.

There seemed to be two options before him, but in fact there was only one option.

In desperation, the Antarctic Immortal returned to Ma Liang's small mountain village again.

The Immortal of the South Pole was very wise to be chosen by Yuanshi Tianzun as his eldest disciple. After thinking about it for a while, he understood why the young Ma Liang was so wary of him before.

He is really too old now!

The original Antarctic Immortal also had white hair and a youthful face, and had the air of an immortal. After all, what he practiced was a health-preserving exercise, and the emphasis was on longevity.

But as he lost his lifespan, most of his original skills were destroyed. In addition, he had been focusing on breakthroughs over the years, and his energy was extremely exhausted. With his current appearance, people would believe that he was ninety years old.

In an era where seventy years old is considered old, what does a ninety-year-old look like?
For immortals, there is no difference between ninety years old and nine years old, but for mortals, this is too terrifying. Who would still have a ninety-year-old man running around outside?
There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. If you go to chat with a technician and "tear" your stockings into pieces, the technician will say that you are manly. If you "tear" your technician's woolen trousers and autumn trousers into pieces, the technician will definitely be confused and ask, "Are you practicing Eagle Claw Kung Fu?"

Not to mention children from the mountain village like Ma Liang, even the children of the nobles in Luoyi would be alert if they suddenly saw a ninety-year-old man squatting in the grass. This was beyond the limit of their cognition.

This time, the Immortal of the South Pole had changed his appearance. He looked to be in his sixties, with white hair and beard, and an ethereal air.

Seeing Ma Liang painting everywhere, he pretended to be a passing immortal and gave Ma Liang half of the Heavenly Dao Brush.

He didn't tell me how to use it specifically because he didn't know at all.

Hand over the pen and leave! Two actions done in one go.

The Immortal of the South Pole hid in the dark and observed, while Ma Liang pondered the half-broken Heavenly Dao Pen.

He had seen the pens, inks, paper and inkstones used by the rich, and knew that this thing was only half broken. He thought that the immortal thought the half-broken pen was useless, so he gave it to him.

He was very happy. No matter how bad the half-broken pen was, it was better than the stones and branches he had used to draw before.

In fact, the half-broken Heavenly Dao Pen can already capture some of the lingering charm of the Heavenly Dao. Changing the world and turning death into life are its most basic functions.

For Deng Chanyu, even if it is not a complete Heavenly Dao Pen, cannot be sacrificed and refined, and cannot be used like a normal magic weapon, there are still many things she can do. She can use her own magic power and merit to drive it. Opening up the world and creating something out of nothing are all routine operations.

Ma Liang could only use his own blood and energy to drive his energy. Fortunately, he had very little experience, and his understanding of the world and the prehistoric world was essentially zero. Drawing a chicken or a cow didn't take much of a toll on him. In the days that followed, Ma Liang became a popular figure in the surrounding area. He had no intention of hiding anything. If a farmer's sheep were taken away by the county government, he would draw them a sheep. If a villager worked hard on the farm, he would draw them a cow.

Every time he finished painting, he felt exhausted all over. The most serious time was when he even coughed up blood. Fortunately, he was young and could recover after a good sleep.

Ma Liang did not have the awareness of hiding himself forever like the protagonist in the online novel after getting the golden finger. Many villagers knew that he had a magic pen, and it was impossible to expect the villagers to keep it a secret. Word spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and he soon fell into the sight of the local authorities.

"Your Excellency, why don't you let Ma Liang draw a golden mountain for you? Hehe." The aide grinned wickedly.

The county magistrate's surname was Cai, and his ancestor was Ji Xukun, who was granted the land of Cai. If we count from two hundred years ago, he and Xu Xian were relatives.

The Cai branch is doing better than the Xu branch, at least they have an official position.

Xu Xian learned about the stories of immortals from storybooks, and the branch of County Magistrate Cai was considered the main line. They knew that immortals did exist in the world, and the ancestors of the Cai family had even seen immortals with their own eyes.

Although he had no reaction when holding the Heavenly Dao Pen, he was certain that there was a mystery in it. Just because he had no chance, it did not mean that those big figures who could come into contact with immortals and Buddhas also had no chance.

He quickly made up his mind that he could not keep a treasure of this level, so he could only offer it as a gift!

He scolded his staff, "Fools! Can mountains of gold and silver compare to the trust of the imperial court? Can they compare to the regard of the King of Qin? Put Ma Liang in the prison cart. I will personally bring the magic brush to the capital and present it to the King of Qin!"

Without saying a word, County Magistrate Cai put the magic pen in his arms, selected more than ten county soldiers, and then rode at full speed to Luoyi.

“???” The Immortal of Antarctica was stunned.

His plan was to let Ma Liang get familiar with the Heavenly Dao Pen again, and then take advantage of the opportunity when Ma Liang was seriously ill to change his alias and go out to treat him. Finally, he asked Ma Liang to use the Heavenly Dao Pen to help him merge with the Old Longevity Star.

This plan is actually quite good, taking all aspects into consideration.

But he never expected that Ma Liang would act so ostentatiously. He wondered if he could be more discreet. He had repeatedly performed miracles in public, yet he still hadn't managed to keep the Heavenly Dao Pen. This was a typical case of a child carrying gold through a busy market.

Before he could come up with a plan, Ma Liang was captured, and County Magistrate Cai took him to Luoyi overnight.

He was just a county magistrate, and the Immortal Nanji didn't care about the counterattack of some humanitarian merits at all. Just as he was about to take action to rescue Ma Liang, he felt a gaze coming from the extremely distant east.

He, who was practicing health-preserving exercises, quickly stopped and looked towards the east with some caution. Who was this powerful person coming from? Was it Duobao? It didn't seem like it.

Unlike the reclining Yuanfeng and the half-reclining Shiqilin, Zulong had been trying to save himself. At one point, he noticed someone coming to him with a treasure. This was a rare occurrence. He believed that his strategy of sending his soul into the human world had paid off, and that the merits of humanity had finally been bestowed upon him. Look, this treasure had come to him on its own! So happy!
Then, his premonition changed again. He sensed that someone was coming to steal the treasure. Zulong was furious. "It's okay for me, an old man, not to steal others, but how dare someone steal my things? I want to see who is trying to steal my treasure!"
(End of this chapter)