Chapter 54 A Drop of Clean Ink

Zhu Moyang moved slightly not his long-closed rose-red lips, because on his beautiful woman's face, his eyebrows were still locked after all, as if an old copper lock was rusty and could no longer be opened by the key.

The eyes under the incited eyes in the blink of an eye were very wise, and Zhu Moyang moved his body slightly and also drove his right hand.

He tilted his body slightly and held the purple pen that the yellow-shirted woman had used before with his right hand leaning forward. Although the precious purple pen has been soaked in water for a long time, as long as the yellow-shirted woman does not wash it more than ten times, the ink seeping into the refill cannot be completely removed.

Therefore, when Zhu Moyang's right hand raised the purple pen, a faint dark gray still remained on the black needle hair of the rabbit with the tip of the purple pen.

When the woman in the yellow shirt behind everyone saw her most respected senior holding her purple pen, she wanted to go forward to open the ancient fragrant stone inkstone that had been covered.

The yellow-shirted woman stretched out her white and smooth arm, and the light chrysanthemum skirt she was wearing was as thin as a gauze, so that she could not completely cover the looming white skin under her skirt. However, Zhu Moyang doesn't care about these at this moment, and Lin Yi beside him doesn't care about these. As for the gentleman on the drawing table, he doesn't care about these.

The jade finger gently buckled on the cover of the ancient fragrant stone inkstone, and a faint musk smell came from the yellow-shirted woman, replacing the ink fragrance that she wanted to emit from the feather ink. People who don't like reading, painting and writing poems don't like the smell of ink, while people who like to show off their pen skills often miss the smell of ink. This is like the three men and one woman in the inkstone painting workshop at this moment. They are all nostalgic for the smell of the stone inkstone, and Zili, who is far away in the secular unknown place, will certainly not like this kind of ink fragrance.

There was not much feather ink left in the ancient fragrant stone inkstone, and the yellow-shirted woman wanted to grind the ink. However, Zhu Moyang, holding a purple pen, shook his head gently to her, indicating that she was unnecessary. Therefore, the yellow-shirted woman stopped the action she was about to perform and turned her head to look at the senior in front of her with beautiful and curious shiny eyes. She seemed surprised what the other party would add to her painting or change something to her original painting.

Zhu Moyang held the purple pen in the air, and the direction of the pen rod was vertical to the ground. Looking at the drop of light gray ink on the tip of the pen, his eyebrows were still locked. He did not stop the light gray ink from dripping, and at the same time, he did not shake the pen to make the water drop in advance. He just quietly looked at the drop of ink and waited for the moment when it dripped naturally.

When the sunlight outside passes through the cracks in the wood-carved window, the light silk shines on the ink-colored water drop by incomparable coincidence. Therefore, the water droplets emit countless light rays refracted in the small world inside. These small worlds are not repeated. They are all independent, but they are so subtle that they are unsightly visible to the human eye.

Lin Yi discovered these small worlds, and Mr. Chang Wei also discovered these small worlds. However, after receiving the light, the water droplets did not shake at all.

Because the light outside the window is very weak, it is impossible to have the power to make it vibrate.

The purple pen controls the water droplets, and the purple pen is controlled by Zhu Moyang's hand. Zhu Moyang does not move, and the water drops do not move. It's just that it is gradually hushing from the size of a small grain of sand to the size of a thumb. Lin Yi looked at Zhu Moyang in surprise and found that the other party was becoming more and more mysterious. He always felt that the other party was not a simple person, and even a practitioner hidden in the world.

Because he can't see through Zhu Moyang, let alone Mr. Chang Wei on the drawing table.

"If they are all practitioners and I can't see through them, then there are only two possibilities: one is that the other party has a secret treasure to cover up their cultivation, and the other is that the other party's cultivation is too high." Lin Yi looked calmly at Zhu Moyang in the painting workshop, but he didn't know where he thought.

"I would rather believe that there is a secret treasure in him that can cover up his cultivation than that the other party's cultivation can be so high that I can't see through it. He is eighteen or nine years old at most. If a young man who is only 18 years old can step into the supreme secret world in practice, or even step into the bow reserve world, how amazing and how horrible will his husband be?

Lin Yi sighed in his heart, and his face was still calm as before.

The water droplet on the tip of the purple pen gathered more and more water, and the light silk shone directly on the water droplets, shining and dazzling. Until some time later, the light silk shifted its direction and quietly withdrew from the window sill.

The water droplets lost light, and countless small worlds collapsed in an instant and disappeared without a shadow.

Mr. Chang Wei looked at Zhu Moyang quietly, nodded with admiration, and smiled without saying anything.

In front of everyone's eyes, the water droplets have recovered as before. Returning to the original dark gray, it became dull. The water drop is mixed with ink, and there is no remnant of light or gorgeous refraction, but at this moment it has reached the size of a walnut, like a solid bead mixed with ink and water, quietly hanging the tip of the pen without falling.

Lin Yi's eyes changed from surprise before to incredible, and now he finally believes that his guess is true.

Zhu Moyang is definitely a practitioner and a very simple practitioner, so he can control the spirit of heaven and earth and use clever methods to control the water droplets from dripping. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for water droplets to converge to the size of walnuts, even if they have the size of a finger.

Of course, it is not only Lin Yi who is surprised at this time. The woman in yellow next to him is a real mortal. She looked at her senior in disbelief and saw that the water droplet condensed to the size of a walnut did not fall. The cherry-like mouth had already become a duck egg-shaped, and Baixia's jade-like pretty face could not help but be more playful and looked very elf cute.

"Speer, how did you... do it?" The yellow-shirted woman looked at Zhu Moyang in consternity, and her tone was so surprised that she stammered. Her beautiful eyes wanted to see through but could not see through, and the reverence between her eyebrows became deeper.

If the previous reverence of the yellow-shirted woman was like a bucket of water, then now it is like a deep well of water. As for the water of the sea, Mr. Chang Wei is the sea.

Zhu Moyang did not answer the question of the yellow-shirted woman directly, because he could not tell the other party that he was actually a practitioner, so he could control the spirit of heaven and earth and make the water beads condense without falling.

Lin Yi also only guessed that Zhu Moyang was a practitioner, but he was never sure of the extent of the other party's cultivation. Therefore, he had no basis to answer the yellow-shirted woman's words. Only Mr. Chang Wei on the stage is the person who knows Zhu Moyang best here, and even knows him better than Zhu Moyang himself. The gentleman took him away alone from a rainy night ten years ago, but the more he knew about it, the less he would say it.

The water droplet on the tip of the purple pen no longer increased, as if this was the final weight of water. Therefore, Zhu Moyang looked at the large walnut droplet mixed with silk ink traces in front of him and stretched out his left hand that had never been used.

The left hand is a hand that ordinary people are not used to, but as a teacher's student, Zhu Moyang must learn to use every part of his body. Including every hair on the top of his head, including the intuition that only relies on perception, including every lingering light between his eyes and closing his eyes.

Therefore, using the left hand is extremely simple and easy for him.

The slender five fingers on his left hand are spread flat, and there are countless lines distributed between his palms. Zhu Moyang gently approached his left hand to the water droplets, and then slowly grasped the water droplets on the tip of the purple pen with the palm of his hand. A strong spirit of heaven and earth full of holiness came out from his body, slowly, not arrogant and soft Vitality, but in the end, it all converged on the palm of the hand holding the water drop in the left hand.

Lin Yi just looked at the other party faintly. He knew that although the other party's left hand wrapped the whole water droplet, there was absolutely no touch between half a silk body and the water droplet.

The spirit of heaven and earth in the painting workshop has become stronger and stronger, like the holiness brought by the Bodhisattva to Lin Yi, but Zhu Moyang has not yet reached the strong level as the Bodhizi. The strong light spread from Zhu Moyang's left hand, and only practitioners could see it. The gentleman saw the light clearly, and the smile on his face was even worse; Lin Yi also clearly saw the light, and his eyes were more surprised; only the yellow-shirted woman with an unknown expression on her pretty face was just surprised and curious.

She focused on Zhu Moyang's movements and blinked her beautiful big eyes from time to time. Her long eyelashes were like the wings of two butterflies, dancing softly and gently.

Finally, Zhu Moyang let go of his left hand.

At a glance, the water droplets hung on the tip of the purple pen without warning, but the water drop seemed to have been purified by the whitest atmosphere of heaven and earth in the world, which was extremely transparent and clear.

Water droplets can clearly illuminate everyone's face. Lin Yi looks at this flawless water droplet and his image in the water droplets, as if he can feel how much power is contained in it. It's just that this power is blocked by a thin film on the surface of the water droplet, so that he can't really see through what kind of power it is.

Zhu Moyang stared at the water drop with his solemn eyes. After seeing its clarity, the awe on his face gradually dissipated, and an extremely relaxed smile appeared on his beautiful face.

"This is the drop of pure ink, let's draw!" Zhu Moyang smiled and said.

The right hand holding the purple pen rod shook gently, and the shaking force shook the clean ink hanging on the tip of the pen. The clean ink was about to fall but seemed to refuse to fall off.

But in the end, he still failed to hold on under the shaking of Zhu Moyang and fell straight down to the lotus picture on the wooden table.

with a click!

The net ink fell on the lotus picture and made a soft sound, and it did not splash an extra drop of water when it hit the table.

It spreads continuously towards the drawing paper like ebb, purifying the whole ink lotus picture, and finally, it is strangely integrated into this lotus picture with ink gray as the tone.

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