Huang Si shook his head repeatedly: "Different, different. Although the master's handwriting is magical, it is just an ordinary thing after all. What we have is a real magic pen."

"You two little monsters are really unaware of it. It's better, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you open your eyes."

The old monk drew two ingots again, then grabbed the ingots with his hands and grabbed them directly, and this was not ordinary money.

Both little demons were stunned. Huang San looked at Yuanbao straight and his eyes were lit.

"Is this the Ghost King's money?"

The old monk threw the two ingots into their hands.

The two mouse spirits quickly confirmed that they could not be real anymore.

"This is true. Even ghosts can draw money, which is amazing."

The two mice hurriedly put away the ingots and looked at each other, a hint of greed flashed in their eyes.

The meaning is very clear. This time they want to get a magic pen to let the king draw a demonic text to arrange a large formation to deal with future chaos.

This is the risk, but when I saw this magic pen, the judge's pen was really rubbish in comparison.

If they can bring this pen back, then they will also have a great rise. And at that time, everything they want will be enjoyed, and it will be expected to become immortals and achieve enlightenment in the future.

Seeing that the old monk was drunk and lying on the table, Huang Si asked tentatively: "Master, our magic pen is also very powerful, why not change it?"

"No, no, no, get out quickly. I like to eliminate monsters when I get drunk. Don't let me kill you by chance."

After saying that, the old monk lay on the table and didn't move, but he was still holding a pen in his hand.

“Master, Master…”

Huang San shouted a few times, and saw that the old monk was not moving, he tiptoed to the old monk and blew a breath of evil spirits. The old monk let go of his hand and he grabbed the pen.

Huang San turned around and saw a pair of terrifying eyes staring at him, which was the tiger he drew.

roar!!!!

The tiger roared, and the two mice were so scared that they sat on the ground, and also saw the fierce cat chasing them at the tiger's feet that they could not escape from heaven and earth.

At this moment, the ferocious cat was already covered in blood and was already exhausted.

"Ahem, let's just take a look, look, let's go back now."

A trace of cunning flashed in Huang San's eyes, and he quickly took out a pen and put it in the old monk's hand. The old monk's still did not wake up.

This pen has been replaced with a judge's pen.

Huang San looked at the tiger carefully in all his actions. Seeing that the tiger had not seen anything, he was secretly happy.

"Mr. Shan. We have also had enough wine and food. We have also seen the master's supernatural powers. It's not too early, so our brothers are about to say goodbye. Remember to tell the master that our brothers are grateful."

"That is, our brothers will never forget the great kindness of the master."

The two brothers saluted in makeup and then walked out of the pavilion. When they confirmed that the bridge was painted could pass, they immediately crossed the bridge in a flash and then disappeared into the night.

The colorful tiger flashed and turned into Ah Li's appearance: "Meow, it's so fun. How can the master calculate that they will change their pens? Aren't they afraid of losing their lives?"

The old monk also changed his appearance as Jiang Taiping, and then his sleeves rolled up, and the bloody ferocious cat turned into a golden tortoise coin.

"Because of greed, this mouse seems to be timid, but it is obvious that he dares to provoke Lu Jue. However, they do not practice enough and are most likely to be fascinated by desire. When they see better things, they naturally want better things, even if they take another risk."

Ali nodded in a vague way: "I remembered that when Ali was a demon in his 100-year-old Taoist practice, although he was a demon, he still liked to become an ordinary cat and be adopted. It was not until three hundred years that he overcame the instinct and defeated the desire disaster in five hundred years."

"They are different from you, but they are almost the same. And I have some follow-up measures, but it's useless. Forget it, it's getting late, so let's go home."

Jiang Taiping took out the judge's pen, as if carrying thousands of ghosts, and holding the pen, it seemed like the sound of ghosts crying and howling in his ears.

Jiang Taiping spent 60 luck without hesitation. It was said to be strengthening, but it was actually transformation.

Although the quality of the judge's pen is high, it is not suitable for him. It is not suitable for him to cut off yin and yang, judge life and death, but it is not suitable for him. Killing ghosts and suppressing ghosts. His righteousness is also good, but it is useless at all.

This is of high quality. His current consecration cannot improve the quality again. It can only consume 60 luck and change the same nature.

Looking at this magic pen, it has become a golden dragon pattern pen in different appearance and function.

The pen body is made of black paint as the base, gold lines depict dragon patterns and vermilion red color.

The lacquer base is as black as ink, with gold threads adorning the dragon pattern wrapped around the pen body, and vermilion red embellishments.

The dragon's body is vivid and lifelike, its momentum is like flying among the clouds, and the pen is like the sound of a dragon roaring.

"This wolf hair is different from the original one. Although it is still hundreds of wolf hairs, its character is completely different."

"This is a red wolf hair, a weasel that has been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years, is still as red as fire, and it is indeed rare."

Dragon pattern wolf hair pen

quality:???

property:???

Like God’s help: Holding a pen to play the storm, writing like God’s help.

?????

Interpretation: After reading thousands of books, you can write as if you have a magical meaning. You can improve the power and function of the pen according to the level of reading writing.

Jiang Taiping painted again, this time it was like a god's help, as if blessings were reached to the soul, and a portal was outlined in a few strokes.

"Master, what are you doing when you draw our door?"

"go home!"

Jiang Taiping thought, and all the messy things were moved back to the house. He raised his hand and threw them into the painting. The scroll formed a door, and Jiang Taiping pushed the door open and entered.

Ah Li also followed in confusion.

Then the gate disappeared, the pavilion, table, and wooden bridge all disappeared, like a dream.

At this time, I was hearing the noise of nature.

When Jiang Taiping went out and arrived at the natural residence, he happened to see the people in the store scattered.

Several scholars were kowtowing, and Ma Sheng’s face turned dark.

"Judge, this is all Xiao Ming's own idea and it's not our business."

"That's right, if you want to punish me, I will punish Brother Xiao Ming. We are not familiar with him."

Zhu Erdan sneered: "A bunch of cowards."

After Ma Sheng kowtowed, he threw a handful of broken silver to the counter and ran away quickly.

Liu Siniang looked at the empty natural residence and said helplessly: "I said Mr. Zhu, you come here a few more times, and I can't open this small shop."

"A group of courageless people are ashamed to be with them. I am afraid that they will not drink with them in the future. The boss's wife doesn't have to worry. If you have to count the losses tonight, you will send someone to send a hundred taels of silver to mourn tomorrow."

"Then the relationship is good, but Mr. Zhu should send the judge back, and he is disrespectful to ghosts and gods."

"That's right." Zhu Erdan held the judge and walked away, nodded to Jiang Taiping and walked towards the Ten Kings Palace again.

Seeing that he had walked away, Liu Siniang sighed and said, "It's really a ignorant person who is fearless."
Chapter completed!