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"Brother Qiu, do you need anything? I'll draw it for you." Ma Liang raised the brush in his hand. Brother Qiu was very nice to him, and he must repay him.

Qiu Ming nodded: "Okay, I need some cinnabar and talisman paper. Can you draw these?"

There is not much cinnabar and talisman paper he brought back from Laoshan. It is easy to buy cinnabar, but talisman paper may not be available.

Ma Liangkababababa eyes: "Brother Qiu, I know cinnabar, but what is talisman paper?" How can he draw something he has never seen before?

"Wait a minute, I'll get some for you." Qiu Ming turned around and entered the house, as if he was looking for something, but in fact he took out the blank talisman paper and cinnabar from the Sumeru ring.

"No, this is talisman paper, this is cinnabar, I need a lot."

Ma Liang looked at the cinnabar carefully, grabbed the talisman paper and observed: "Brother Qiu, what is this for?"

"It is used to draw talismans, so you can ward off evil spirits!" Qiu Ming couldn't explain it in too much detail.

"Battle the evil?" Ma Liang looked confused, "Then I'll draw some for you."

When Qiu Ming saw Ma Liang, he started painting on the wall with a brush. A big bag filled with things like cinnabar, but it was black ink.

But a flash of white light flashed, and Qiu Ming found a bag pulled out of the wall by Ma Liang, with red cinnabar in the bag!

Using a brush with ink can draw watercolor effects. Qiu Ming sighed that the magic pen is indeed a magic pen!

He twisted it with his hands and said that the best cinnabar, this bag is enough for Qiu Ming to draw talismans every day, and can use it for a year or two. In the blink of an eye, Ma Liang handed Qiu Ming another box, opened the box, and there were many blank talisman paper neatly placed inside.

Qiu Ming felt it was exactly the same as the talisman paper he brought back from the Taoist priest world of Laoshan, with no difference in material and size!

I heard that it was one aspect, but seeing the things Ma Liang used to draw with his magic pen became real, Qiu Ming was very shocked. This was even better than his master Liu Ruozhuo.

Qiu Ming took the thing into the house and turned around and came out: "Ma Liang, have you painted things for many people in the village?"

Ma Liang nodded vigorously: "Yes, their family lacks plowing oxen, so I painted plowing oxen for them. The family lacks farm tools, so I painted farm tools, and food, so I painted food. From dawn, I painted it for almost an hour."

Ma Liang looked at Qiu Ming with his head raised, and his expression was obviously asking for praise.

Children do not know how to be rich without showing off. Moreover, Ma Liang is indeed trying to help others and is particularly kind-hearted. Qiu Ming is not easy to say, because he is wrong in doing so.

"Then let others see it when you draw?" Qiu Ming asked.

"It seems that someone has seen it, Brother Qiu, is it related? I draw something for them without asking them for rewards."

If you don’t ask for rewards from others, maybe some simple people won’t say anything, but there are still many greedy people.

"Ma Liang, remember, don't draw things for others casually. You can help others, but what should they do if they lie to you? Also, don't let people know that you have this magic pen, otherwise what should I do if someone snatches it away?"

Snatch it away?

Ma Liang's face changed: "This is given to me by the old man, why should others rob me? Also, who will lie to me? Brother Qiu, will you lie to me?"

Child, you are still a little too simple!

"Everyone has his own secrets. I won't tell you some of my secrets, but I won't lie to you. Think about it, you have drawn things for many people in the village, but are there some people you haven't painted anything?"

Ma Liang nodded: "Yes, but they have nothing to lack in their family."

There is nothing missing? Qiu Mingxin said, those people just need nothing in your eyes, they have food, clothing and houses, but are they really satisfied?

Compared with the life in the city, are they living in a cave not very good? Are they food and clothing different? What should I do if I have a ox cart at home and want a horse cart?

"Ma Liang, everyone has a different definition of lack. Well, some people want to get more after eating and drinking, and get more without effort."

"Think about it, do they lack a lot of things compared to county magistrates? What if they compare with higher-ranking officials?"

"These villagers may not come back to grab your things, but will the county magistrate rob? He is an official and asks you to hand over the magic pen. Will you hand over it?"

Ma Liang looked confused: "Will they draw grain for the villagers after taking the magic pen? Cows or something?"

Qiu Ming shook his head: "No." Those people don't care about the lives of these villagers. As long as these villagers don't die, they can still pay taxes. Their biggest possibility is to draw something they want, such as treasures, beauties, etc.

"Then I won't give it to you. If they come to grab it, I will run away." Ma Liang made up his mind. They took the magic pen and didn't help others. Why give it to them?

"Ma Liang, if they want to rob, then you can come to me and I can help you. Why, don't you believe it? I'm very good at it!"

Qiu Ming pointed to a piece of firewood as thick as an arm in the yard, and punched it, and the firewood broke into two pieces. This was wet firewood, not dry wood. Even if it was an axe, it would take several strokes to break it. Ma Liang had never seen anyone break it with a fist.

"Thank you, Brother Qiu. If someone comes to grab the magic pen, I will come to you." Ma Liang nodded vigorously. Brother Qiu is such a good person. Not only can he tell him these possible things, but he is also ready to help him. It is a lucky thing to know Brother Qiu.

At this time, Qiu Ming looked at the magic pen in Ma Liang's hand, his eyes were very enthusiastic: "Ma Liang, can you give me a try and see if I can draw something?"

Although I know that this magic pen may not be able to be used by others, my curiosity is really unstoppable.

Ma Liang directly handed the magic pen to Qiu Ming: "Of course, let me give it to Brother Qiu to try it. I haven't seen Brother Qiu draw yet."

Qiu Ming really doesn't know how to draw, but he still wants to try it.

Qiu Ming took the magic pen and felt that the magic pen was very light. He tried to inject a piece of spiritual power into it, but found that the power was rebounded, almost hurting Qiu Ming.

Qiu Ming didn't dare to test again. He lowered his head, thought for a while, picked up the magic pen, and drew a circle on the wall. Well, this is a cake! A cake is not particularly round, is it okay?

Click!

"ah"

An iron piece fell down and hit Qiu Ming's foot. Qiu Ming covered his foot and jumped backwards. Is there something wrong with this pen? I drew a cake, and the cake I ate was not a discus!

If it doesn't work on the wall, then it's okay to draw on the ground, right? I drew a circle on the ground, but it turned into a hole. Many toads crawled out of it and ran around the yard.

Where did the toad come from in this tm place? And what I drew was a cake, it was a cake, not a toad hole!

Qiu Ming returned the magic pen to Ma Liang dejectedly: "It seems that only you can use it."
Chapter completed!