Han Fei had been here for two days, had two meals with this man, and built a house that hadn't been built in two days. Now, it was raining weirdly here, and he had to drink tea with you?
Han Fei was rather puzzled. For some reason, he felt that he had been taught a lesson.
Han Fei didn't speak. He walked all the way to the bluestone and sat on the stone bench.
As he lowered his head to take a look, he discovered that the teacup was filled with light red tea. The color of the tea gave off a bright luster.
Han Fei raised the teacup and took a sip. Then he slightly frowned. This was just an ordinary cup of tea, not something profound like what he had imagined it to be.
The man blew at the hot tea and slowly raised his head. "On the path of cultivation, mental cultivation is very important. No matter how crazy you are when you cultivate, you need to take some time to slowly understand, recall, and digest the knowledge and power that you once grasped. "
This time, Han Fei finally couldn't help but ask, "Senior, why did I come to the fourth level of the Scattered Stars Prison?"
The middle-aged man continued blowing at the hot tea and took a sip. "Didn't you ask for it?"
Han Fei thought to himself, I didn't expect to come to the fourth level!
I didn't know that the fourth level was like this!
I didn't know that there was such a big shot on the fourth level!
Han Fei asked again, "Senior, are you teaching me?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "You may think so."
"Why?"
Han Fei was full of curiosity. Was it even possible for ordinary people to eat the Eight-Tailed Golden Carp and the Mystifying Dragon Horn?
He subconsciously looked at the kitchen over there, thinking, There are quite a few creatures in that Sea Swallowing Seashell! I've never seen any of them. If he kept eating like this, Han Fei felt that he wouldn't have to worry about anything else. If he focused on eating like this, he would become a peak-level Hanging Fisher in a month at most, and he could become a Hidden Fisher at any time.
Han Fei didn't believe that anyone would help him unconditionally. That didn't make sense at all! He had originally planned to atone for his crimes with meritorious deeds and stay here for a period of time to cultivate and learn.
Of course, he also wanted to see if there was a chance to learn the purpose of the Prison Token … and why it appeared in the Hexagon Starfish's place. Why did he get it?
At this moment, Han Fei had a guess, but he was not so sure.
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "You can ask again when you are about to leave."
Although Han Fei was curious, he still suppressed his restless heart. Since the other party had told him to ask when he was about to leave, at least he could be sure that he could leave.
Moreover, he would give an answer when the time came.
After drinking the tea, the middle-aged man put down the teacup and said, "Let's build the house today! Come with me tomorrow to draw. "
"Ah?"
Han Fei was stunned for a moment. So, you're not writing but drawing?
Han Fei nodded and suddenly asked, "Senior, why is it raining here?"
The middle-aged man looked up and slowly said, "Stop!"
Han Fei: "…"
In Han Fei's shocked gaze, the rain stopped. He was dumbfounded. What the f * ck is this? Are you a dragon king? Do you think it's raining and stopping just like that?
The middle-aged man said casually, "It needs rain occasionally to water the earth."
Han Fei: "…"
"Gudu!"
Han Fei swallowed. Fine, you're the boss. Whatever you say.
…
Han Fei spent a day building his small house, including the bed and some basic furniture in the house.
The next day.
In his sleep, Han Fei heard the sound of writing. He immediately opened his eyes, got up, and walked out of the door.
Sure enough, Han Fei found that the middle-aged man was already standing in front of the bluestone and writing.
The middle-aged man's voice was still casual. "Bring a bluestone table over."
Hearing this, Han Fei moved a bluestone table over without hesitation. This time, Han Fei finally saw what the middle-aged man was drawing.
To Han Fei's surprise, he was really painting. At this moment, he was painting a flood dragon.
The flood dragon was vivid and lifelike. Moreover, its eyeballs were lit up, and the might of a dragon rushed out. It was as if a real flood dragon had been sealed on the fish skin by him.
The middle-aged man drew a line every time he wrote. Han Fei could even see vague golden light flashing on the line. The moment the brush fell, the moment the line appeared, the line seemed to come to life, as if it was a part of the flood dragon.
The middle-aged man drew a line and waved his hand, and a pen, a fish skin, and a lobster appeared on Han Fei's bluestone table.
The middle-aged man said casually, "Let's start by copying."
Han Fei took a breath and picked up the pen.
In the world of cultivators, if one wanted to draw a picture, it could not be described as a sketch at all. In terms of senses, details, mental control, and power control, one could easily draw a vivid lobster.
Han Fei looked solemn, and vague spiritual energy popped up on the tip of the pen. After copying the lobster painting, Han Fei realized that he made a mistake after the first stroke.
After only one stroke and one line, he sensed that his spiritual energy line was vastly different from the line on the lobster. It didn't have any charm at all.
Han Fei was stunned. After a quarter of an hour, the middle-aged man finally said, "Let's finish first."
Then, a weird scene took place on the fourth level of the Scattered Stars Prison. The two of them were drawing before the stone table. If Zhang Teng were here, he would've been too shocked to say anything.
Han Fei had copied more than half of the lobster, and he had already drawn the body.
Suddenly, Han Fei exclaimed in surprise.
He looked at the middle-aged man and then at the lobster before him. A power seemed to be surfacing on the fish skin.
"Hiss! An array? "
Han Fei finally realized what was going on. Damn it! This lobster turned out to be an array.
Because Han Fei remembered the Ocean Book and the enormous array that he had never had time to practice.
On the Ocean Book, every line was equivalent to an array. Of course, he didn't know what array each line corresponded to. However, he knew that when the lines were combined, they would be arrays.
Lines, arrays …
Lines, arrays …
Han Fei murmured, "Lines are arrays, too. More lines means more arrays. Using lines to draw a picture is equivalent to creating a complicated chain formation. "
"Hiss!"
After figuring that out, Han Fei's heart was surging. He seemed to have learned the essence of an awesome array …
"Calm down."
The middle-aged man reminded him casually. Han Fei immediately came back to himself and finished drawing a lobster in the original way. The whole process took two hours.
After he finished drawing an entire lobster, Han Fei suddenly saw the phantom of a crayfish the size of a palm. It only existed for one second before it was obliterated.
Han Fei couldn't hold it any longer and asked, "Senior, what's going on?"
The middle-aged man still didn't raise his head. He simply said casually, "It means that your painting is poor. Draw another one."
Han Fei was confused, but he was appalled. I've almost become Ma Liang, the Divine Brush, and I'm still poor?
Han Fei thought to himself, I can draw a lobster even though I'm so lousy. What would the person beside him, the Jiao Dragon on the painting, look like after he drew it? Could it really be possible to draw a Flood Dragon?
Han Fei didn't ask further. As it happened, his previous painting method was wrong. He might as well draw another one.
This time, the Ocean Book popped up in Han Fei's head. He intended to try with the lines of the Ocean Book and see what he could draw in the end.
When Han Fei moved his brush again, he used a line from the Book of Ocean. As soon as he finished, the middle-aged man next to him suddenly raised his head and glanced at Han Fei.
Han Fei immediately stood straight. "Is it wrong?"
The middle-aged man smiled. "Go on."
Han Fei didn't think much and drew again. This time, he drew exactly according to the lines on the Ocean Book. After only one hour, a lobster leaped on the fish skin.
When the last stroke was completed, a violent energy appeared out of thin air.
A gale seemed to be rising, thunder was falling, a tsunami was surging, swords were humming, and knife auras were flying …
Anyway, the lobster didn't come out. The terrifying power swept out abruptly.
Kacha!
BAM!
After only one moment, the green stone platform before Han Fei was shattered into powder. Except for the stone platform under the middle-aged man's hand and his house, everything within a thousand meters was crushed, including the grass and the house that Han Fei built in three days.
Dumbfounded, Han Fei froze on the spot, holding a pen in his hand like an idiot.
At that moment, Han Fei felt like crying. I didn't do anything! I was just drawing a lobster. How did it end up like this?
However, Han Fei clearly noticed that it was not that this force couldn't sweep a kilometer away, but that it was contained within a kilometer by an invisible force.
The middle-aged man slowly put down the brush in his hand and glanced at Han Fei. "Every line represents an array, but arrays can't be used randomly. You've drawn 1,245 lines, and only 47 of them are really effective. Those arrays are of different types and have different effects. Some clash with each other, and some cancel each other out. Only 13 of them are really effective … "
As he talked, the middle-aged man looked at the grass that had been destroyed by Han Fei and said again, "If you want to use those arrays, you have to know what they are first. What power do they represent? "
The third chapter … Asking for votes … Just the third chapter … The monthly votes plus the new chapters will be sent out at the end of the month … Well …
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