reincarnation eye

Chapter 21 No.20 Chapter [-] Sharingan's Replication Ability
Xiang Tianyu said:

"Do you have a pen?"

"Pen?"

The young scholar was taken aback, glanced around, looked at Xiang Tianyu and asked with a smile:

"I don't know if this little master wants an ordinary ink pen or a spiritual power pen?"

ink pen?Spirit pen?

Xiang Tianyu didn't know the functions and differences of these two pens at all, so he said calmly for the sake of caution:

"Don't bother, big brother, just take two small stones that can make marks on the ground."

"Stone?"

The scholar glanced left and right, and someone with good intentions had already picked up two pieces of gravel from the side of the road.

"Here comes the stone, how do I use it?" The scholar put the stone into Xiang Tianyu's outstretched hand.

"Just give me one, and you take the other."

Xiang Tianyu took two steps back, sat cross-legged on the ground, pointed to the empty space in front of him and said:

"Brother, you can just write whatever you want here, and you can also draw pictures. I will imitate it exactly, and I guarantee it will be exactly the same as the calligraphy and painting you made."

"Oh?"

The scholar's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth twitched, obviously in disbelief, and the people around couldn't help but took two steps forward, to see if this raving little guy could do what he said.

"Okay! I'm going to start writing, are you ready?"

The scholar squatted in front of Xiang Tianyu, holding the stone with his right hand and slowly touching the ground.

"Ready."

Xiang Tianyu also held the stone with his right hand, imitating the movement of a scholar, and slowly touched the ground.

The scholar smiled slightly, and the stone in his right hand began to move slowly, writing the word "fun" in Shinra's common language.

From the beginning to the end, the scholar kept his eyes on Xiang Tianyu's right hand. After writing the word "fun", the scholar sat down on the ground in shock.

The blindfolded little guy in front of him turned out to be using exactly the same writing movements as himself, he would write horizontally when he wrote horizontally, and he would also draw vertically when he wrote vertically!Regardless of the depth of the brush strokes, the length of the strokes, or even the scholar's intentional habit of connecting strokes with the strokes, they are all imitated exactly the same!
Simply divine!
"how is this possible?"

"This kid really wrote it!"

"See! It's exactly the same!"

"The writing movements are exactly the same as Wang Xiucai's!"

"It's unbelievable! Are his eyes really blindfolded?"

The people around immediately started talking about it.

"Get out of the way! My son is coming to try!"

Two big men with big arms and round waists squeezed in from the crowd, and they roughly pushed the surrounding crowd away. After the people turned around, they dared not lose their temper. Everyone knew that this was Mr. Zhao from the east of the city, and his father was an aide of the city lord's mansion. Quite a status, but his only son has mediocre talent. He hasn't awakened his blood until he is in his 20s. He doesn't want to enter a Confucian academy to study martial arts, let alone enter the army to gain military merit. His father is just this precious son. Naturally, it is boundless pampering, which has made Mr. Zhao develop an ignorant and ignorant face since he was a child, but although Mr. Zhao has a stinking problem, he never does that kind of big bad thing that angers others. He bullies men and women, and even takes the initiative to donate to some orphans in the city, and he likes to watch a juggling show on weekdays. The performing arts circle in Lingcheng is very famous, and many performing arts groups specially go to some streets where Mr. Zhao usually likes to hang out.

The crowd dispersed, and a young man in brocade robes with a pale complexion and sloppy steps was surrounded by four short-handed servants.

Mr. Zhao smiled rather unscrupulously. After seeing the two groups of identical "fun" on the ground, he widened his eyes, stepped forward quickly, looked left and right, and clicked his tongue.

Squinting his eyes, he glanced at the coarse cloth covering Xiang Tianyu's face, he immediately smiled, shook his head and said:
"Come on! Bring this young man's gold thread to cover this little guy."

"Yes! Son!"

One of the two big men with big arms and round waists who opened the way ahead of time stepped out, respectfully took the golden ribbon that Mr. Zhao had untied from his waist, and then stepped forward to very forcefully tore off the coarse cloth belt on Xiang Tianyu's face. Xiang Shan on the side hurriedly Stepping forward to pick it up, wrapping it around her waist like a baby.

From the beginning to the end, Xiang Tianyu remained motionless, closed his eyes and let the big man wrap the golden ribbon.

He knew that there would inevitably be some spectators who suspected that he had tampered with the blindfold. Of course Xiang Tianyu was confident, not to mention changing a ribbon, even if someone came forward and covered his eyes with his hands, he would not be afraid. Ergouyu's Sharingan can see the subtle energy flow in these ordinary people's bodies, and his gaze can penetrate even flesh and blood, let alone a mere ribbon.

That's right, the reason why Xiang Tianyu was able to write exactly the same font as the slightly fat scholar was because of Ergouyu's ability to copy body skills!
It can copy physical skills within the body's ability to bear. This explanation in the reincarnation eye system is not just for fun. As long as Xiang Tianyu Ergouyu's eyes are locked and his mental power is stimulated, he can establish a relationship with the eyes through his eyes. The strange connection of the target, all the actions of the target can be copied by oneself, provided that one's body can bear it.The strength of "physical skills" like a thin scholar's strokes on the ground is of course drizzle for Xiang Tianyu's physique.

"Boy, you can learn from me! If you learn well, this jade pendant will be yours."

Mr. Zhao took off the white and green jade pendant around his waist, but it caused a lot of exclamations from the crowd. It seems that the jade pendant is very valuable.

"My lord, please write."

Xiang Tianyu said lightly.

Mr. Zhao's somewhat slack eyes flashed a rare brilliance, he swept his skirt, squatted down, picked up the pebbles that the scholar had used before, and began to write on the ground.

The crowd immediately surrounded him, several big men and young servants just surrounded Mr. Zhao at a distance of one foot, and many people stretched their necks and stared down.

"I've heard that Mr. Zhao's peony is a masterpiece! Last year, Mr. Zhao made a painting of peonies that surprised all the painters present at the artist gathering by the Xiaoqing River in 3 minutes!"

"That's true! You see, Mr. Zhao is painting peonies right now!"

"I'm afraid this little master won't be able to earn the reward from Mr. Zhao. Even if he can really feel what others are thinking, and can imitate some simple words, it will take a long time to draw a detailed picture." It's really hard work!"

"Yes! The art of painting is a long-term accumulation of practice, and it must not be easy to learn. This little master is going to capsize in the gutter."

"It was forced by family circumstances to come out to perform at such a young age. It was not easy. Their country was probably destroyed in the war. They were all orphans. In order to give his younger siblings a chance to survive..."

"In short, no matter whether this little guy can get the reward from Mr. Zhao, I will definitely reward you with a piece of silver!"

"Me too! It's so pitiful! As the citizens of the most powerful Tang Empire, we should show the magnanimity that the kingdom of heaven should have, and I also decided to give a reward!"

……

"Wow! Take a look!!"

There was a sudden exclamation from the crowd.

The lines are outlined, the brushwork is smooth, the petals are formed, you draw to the left, I draw to the right, the front corresponds to each other, and every stroke is exactly the same!

Two identical white line peonies formed on the ground at the same time!

Mr. Zhao has been immersed in the state of painting. After finishing the last stroke, he exhaled slightly, and his face showed a look of satisfaction. It was the first time to use stones to make a peony picture on the ground, and Mr. Zhao was quite satisfied with the result , generally showed his own level, and then Mr. Zhao raised his head to accept the admiring gazes of others, but those gazes contained admiration, all projected on the position in front of Mr. Zhao.

"correct!"

Only now did Mr. Zhao realize the purpose of his painting. He came to test the juggler's level of juggling. Looking at the eyes of these people, could it be...

Mr. Zhao suddenly lowered his head and looked to the front. He was stunned for a moment. A peony pattern exactly the same as the one he had drawn was vividly carved on the ground.

Exactly the same!
There is such a thing!

Telepathy and absolute imitation!
Mr. Zhao couldn't help but stepped forward and tore off the golden ribbon covering Xiang Tianyu's eyes. Xiang Tianyu's eyes were still closed, and then slowly opened his eyes, with black and white pupils.

"Boy! I don't care if you have awakened your bloodline or not. I have never seen such a strange and interesting talent skill. Even if a powerful spirit man opens his eyes and learns painting face to face with me, it is absolutely impossible. The drawing score is not bad, so... this reward is for you!"

Mr. Zhao flicked the jade pendant in his hand towards Xiang Tianyu, then walked out of the crowd with narrowed eyes and shaking his head, followed by the young servant.

Xiang Tianyu caught the jade pendant, and before he had time to appraise the value of the jade pendant, the crowd had already swarmed forward, and the copper plates and pieces of silver fell down like snowflakes.

"This little master is amazing! My old king is convinced! It should be rewarded!"

"Big brother is amazing! This is Niuniu's pocket money..."

"This is real telepathy!"

"Absolute imitation! It's really not the slightest bit! Amazing!"

……

After the crowd dispersed, Xiaoying Ning, Xiang Shan, and Xiang Yang blushed with excitement, and happily picked up money everywhere. The final calculation should be more than 800 copper plates and more than ten taels of broken silver. That valuable jade pendant.

Although Xiang Tianyu's face is relatively calm, in fact he has more feelings than anyone else in his heart. He just separated from his sister in this life, suffered severe beatings, and almost died. After living in the jungle for more than four years, the naked jungle law, there is no People reason with you, love, kindness and sympathy are not seen at all, especially the moment when he is about to walk out of the forest, the painful idiot in the flames... Xiang Tianyu's heart has been filled with hatred, no matter whether Xiang Tianyu is really aware of it or not. , Sharingan, this pair of vengeful eyes is subtly affecting him,
(End of this chapter)