God of Fishing

Han Fei has been here for two days, had two meals with this person, and built a house that didn't fit in for two days. Now, there's weird rain down here, and finally, tea with you?

Han Fei just feels strange. Somehow, he always felt educated.

Han Fei did not speak, walked all the way to the blue stone side and sat on the stone stool.

As he looked down, he found that the cup was filled with a light red tea, with some bright shine.

Han Fei lifted the cup, lifted it up, took a gentle sip, and frowned slightly. This is an ordinary cup of tea, not what you think it is, something deep.

Just listening to the person across the street blow the heat, he raised his head slowly: “All the way to practice, the way of heart care is extremely important. No matter how crazy you practice, you always need to take the time to realize, slowly remember, digest the knowledge and power you once had. ”

This time, Han Fei finally couldn't help but say: "Senior, why did I come to the fourth floor of Shattered Star Prison? ”

The middle-aged man continued to blow his breath and sipped a tea sermon gently: "Didn't you come yourself? ”

Han Fei Xin said: I didn't think I would come to the fourth floor!

I don't know. This is the fourth floor.

I didn't even know there was a big man like you on the fourth floor!

Han Fei asked, "Are you teaching me? ”

The middle-aged man smiled shallow: “You can think so, too. ”

“Why?”

South Africa is full of curiosity. Eight tails of golden carp and a dragon horn. Can ordinary people eat this kind of tall stuff?

He looked subconsciously into the kitchen over there and said, "There are many more creatures in Haybury." I haven't even seen myself. To eat like this, Han Fei feels like he doesn't care about anything. In the absence of a heart, at most in a month, it will rise directly to the peak of the fisherman peak, ready to impact the realm of the diver.

Han Fei doesn't believe that someone will help themselves unconditionally. It's a very irrational thing! I had intended to make amends, while staying here for a while, practicing and learning properly.

Of course, there is another layer of planning, just to see if there is an opportunity to understand the purpose of the prison order… and why it appears at Six-Men Starfish? Why are you giving it to yourself?

At this moment, Han Fei has a slight speculation, but is not so sure.

Just a smile from the middle-aged man: "When you go out, ask again. ”

Despite his curiosity, Han Fei pressed his restless heart. Since the other party says to ask when you want to go out, at least you can be sure that you can go out.

And, by then, he'll have an answer.

After drinking the tea, the middle-aged man put the cup down and said faintly: "Cover the house today! Tomorrow with me, drawing. ”

“Ah?”

Han Fei shrugged: Are you not writing, but drawing?

Han Fei nodded and suddenly said: "Senpai, why is it still raining here? ”

The middle-aged man looked up and slowly said: "Stop! ”

Han Fei: “…”

The rain stopped in South Korea's shocking gaze. And he was like, "What the hell kind of operation is this? You, Dragon King, you? Say it rains, say it stops?

Just listen to the middle-aged man faintly: “Occasionally a rain is needed to pour the earth. ”

Han Fei: “…”

“Goo doo! ”

Han Fei swallowed the spit, got it, you're the boss, you're in charge.

……

It took Han Fei a day to build his little ocean house, including the beds in the house, and some basic furniture.

The next day.

Han Fei was asleep and heard an ink-written voice. He opened his eyes and got up and walked out the door.

Indeed, Han Fei found the middle-aged man, already standing in front of the blue stone, began to fall.

The middle-aged man's voice was still slightly cloudy: "Move a bluestone table over here. ”

Han Fei heard the news and moved a blue stone table without saying a word. This time, Han Fei saw exactly what the middle-aged man was drawing.

What surprised Han was that he was really drawing, and at this moment he was drawing a dragon.

The dragon was alive and flexible, and he lit his eyeballs and the dragon swept up like a real dragon sealed on the skin of this fish.

The middle-aged man, every time he drops his pen, is a line. Han Fei could even see that there was a glimmer of gold shining across the line. When the pen fell, when the line appeared, it seemed to come alive, as if he were part of the dragon.

When the middle-aged man dropped a pen, he put it away and waved softly, and a pen and fish skin appeared on the blue stone table in Han Fei, and a lobster map.

The middle-aged man blunted: “Start with a copy. ”

Han Fei took a breath and picked up the pen.

In the world of practitioners, painting is nothing more than sketching. Whether it's sensory, penetrating details, mental control, or power control, it's easy to draw a raw lobster.

Han Fei's expression was serious and the tip of the pencil had a very faint spiritual appearance. Copying the lobster picture, the first one fell, and Han Fei suddenly realized that he had drawn the wrong picture.

Just once, a line, he felt that there was a huge gap between his spiritual line, and the line on that lobster, with no divine rhyme.

Han Fei was stunned here for a minute, and the middle-aged man said: “Finish the painting first. ”

And so there was this weird scene on the fourth floor of Broken Star Prison. Two people stand in front of the stone table to paint. If Zhang Teng came in, he would be surprised not to know how to speak.

Han Fei's lobster, has been copied to half, has been painted into the body.

Suddenly, Han Fei shouted.

He looked at the middle-aged, and he looked at the lobster diagram in front of him, and it seemed that there was a force that emerged on the skin of the fish.

“Hiss! Array chart? ”

Han Fei finally reacted: God damn painting? This lobster, it turns out, is a formation.

Because, Han Fei remembered Canghai Book and remembered the huge map he had never had time to cultivate.

In the Book of Cantersea, almost every line is equivalent to a line. Of course he doesn't know. What exactly does each line correspond to? But, he knows, that line combines, and that's the formation.

Lines, Arrays...

Lines, Arrays...

South Africa murmured: “Lines themselves are arrays, and multiple lines are arrays. Drawing with lines creates complex coupling formations. ”

“Hiss!”

With this in mind, Han Fei's heart is like a river falling into the sea: he seems to have learned the essence of some bull-bombing method...

“Quiet. ”

The middle-aged man made a faint reminder. Han Fei immediately returned to God and insisted on painting a lobster in its original way. This whole process took two hours.

When the whole lobster was finished, all of a sudden, Han Fei saw a small lobster with a big slap. There was only one breath, and then it vanished.

Han Fei couldn't hold it anymore, and he asked, "Senior, what is this? ”

The middle-aged man still did not lift his head, but simply said softly: "Description The painting is poor, draw another one. ”

Han Fei, it's a fog, but I'm horrified: I'm fucking turning into a pen. Mary, what's wrong?

Han Fei thought, I can draw a lobster out of my scum level. And this one over there, the dragon on the map, what happens when you draw it? Can you really draw a dragon?

Han Fei didn't ask much. Exactly. I was wrong about my own drawing before. Try another one.

This time, the Book of the Cantersea appeared in the mind of Han Fei. He's going to try it out with the lines of the Book of the Sea, see what he can draw in the end?

When Han Fei started the pen again, using a line from the sea book, this pen just fell, and the middle-aged man next to him suddenly looked up and glanced at the Korean Fei side.

Han Fei immediately stood up: “Isn't that right? ”

The middle-aged man smiled shallow: "You go on. ”

Han Fei didn't think much about it, he wrote again. This time, he drew it entirely along the lines of the Book of Canghai. In just one hour, a lobster leaps over the skin of a fish.

When the last painting was finished, a violent force emerged in the air.

There seems to be a wind, a thunder, a tsunami wave, a jingo sword, and a knife...

Anyway, the lobster didn't come out, and the power of terror swept away.

“Rub! ”

“Boom!”

Just moments later, the blue stone table in front of Han Fei broke into powder. Everything was crushed within kilometers, except for the stone table of the middle-aged man and his house, including the grass and Han Fei Na's "Little Field”, which took three days to cover.

Han Fei's eyes were silly. He stayed where he was. He pinched a pen in his hand and pulled a few times.

Han didn't want to cry at that moment: I didn't do anything! I was drawing lobsters. How did that happen?

However, it is clear to Korea and Africa that it is not this force that swept beyond kilometers, but was held within kilometers by an intangible force.

The middle-aged man slowly lowered his pen and glanced at Han Fei: “Each line, which stands for one array, is not a mess. You have 1245 pens, of which only 47 are really valid. These arrays, of different types, have different effects, some have conflicting forces and some have offset each other. There are only 13 that really work...”

The middle-aged man looked at the grass that had been destroyed by Han Fei and had to say, “To use those arrays, first of all, you have to know what they are. What power does it represent? ”