Zhao Fan was really scared by the two relics of the Dragon Emperor. He could dip them a hundred times with consciousness as ink!
Not only that, he also felt that the beginning was irreversible, and the beginning was not something he could control. As the Dragon Emperor's pen flew into it, he embarked on this path of no return.
Zhao Fan calmed down and grabbed the Dragon Emperor's pen, but didn't know how to start writing.
Because, there is no hint at all.
It was as if the whole world in the painting could be graffitied at will!
"Could it be that I will eliminate the disaster of the world in the painting?"
Zhao Fan looked around the world in this painting, but the sufferings experienced by ordinary people were too many, and nearly 100,000 places were experiencing various troubles at the same time.
Gradually.
A day and a night passed.
A new day is coming.
Zhao Fan's consciousness was stunned in the void with the pen of the Dragon Emperor.
Because those ordinary sufferings have been staged again!
The beggar is still being beaten, protecting the food, and the little girl throws away the bloody food...
The middle-aged son still feeds his father poison soup, while the children share a small bowl.
Those scenes.
"Oh..." Zhao Fan sighed deeply. He looked at all kinds of heart-wrenching scenes, and suddenly, his heart moved and discovered a pattern.
If the suffering of the world in the painting is systematically divided, it can be regarded as a hundred kinds of suffering.
And consciousness can dip the Dragon Emperor's pen a hundred times!
"It should be to choose one in a type of suffering and solve it?"
Zhao Fan touched his chin, then he held the pen of the Dragon Emperor and pointed to the direction where the beggar was. On his way back to the ruined temple, he drew a large piece of hard currency unique to it, which was as valuable as the world of humanity.
Like gold.
And there is still some ink left.
Zhao Fan quietly looked at the beggar.
The other party picked up the hard currency, and was stunned at first, then excitedly picked it up and ran towards the ruined temple, hugging the little girl in her arms and cried, "Yaya, we have turned over! Look, what is this?"
Yaya looked at the brilliant things. She had no specific concept and knew that it was equivalent to a lot of money.
Since then, the beggar has gradually lost his graceful personality with Yaya, and his simple and kind character.
Those who had bullied him were secretly retaliated by the beggar's harsh revenge, and he also started doing business, and his heart became more and more cruel. In the end, Yaya, who grew up, knew the beggar's character and left in disappointment, but the beggar didn't care at all.
Zhao Fan frowned, and his strange sense of inclusion made him come in person, feeling that the beggar was his incarnation, but he was not controlled by himself.
But the result of this addition was obviously a failure.
His state of mind was stagnant and he did not improve at all.
It was at this time.
The world in the painting fell into darkness and returned to its original state when it returned to its clarity again.
The beggar is being beaten.
But there is still 70% left ink on the Dragon Emperor's pen.
"It turns out that there is still a chance to restart." Zhao Fan quietly breathed a sigh of relief. The scene could be repeated, but the ink was used as little as possible. On average, one type of scene could only use one percent of the consciousness.
This time, Zhao Fan was much more cautious.
He thought hard about how to change the beggar's plight.
It took a long time.
Zhao Fan started writing again. He held the pen of the Dragon Emperor and drew a gift on the way back to the beggar. Among them was a piece of paper, and nearly a civilian made money ticket for the previous year. The paper was written on it.
A secret recipe for food.
The beggar picked up the tip, opened it in confusion, saw the paper ticket and the secret recipe, rushed to the ruined temple ecstatically, hugged the little girl and said excitedly: "Yaya, we have hope!"
"What's wrong with me?" Yaya asked.
"What do you think is this?"
The beggar took out the secret recipe and paper tickets and said, "With these, we will have a guaranteed life!"
soon.
The beggar bought two cheap but simple sets of clothes, one big and one small, and changed it to himself and Yaya, and then came to the river to clean his face. He didn't look down at all, just like an ordinary person.
He took Yaya into the city, rented a small house with some money, and bought ingredients to make that kind of food, and tried it at home.
A day later.
Since he was clumsy at the beginning, he has been able to make it skillfully.
Yaya was also helping with things within her ability.
Then the beggar and Yaya took the freshly baked food and picked a seat on the crowded streets. After giving local snake protection fees, they could set up a stall here.
over time.
The food he sells is becoming more and more popular.
Income is equivalent to twice the cost, and if you deduct rent and protection fees, you will have a lot left in a year.
This was all exchanged for him and Yaya through hardworking hands, and the process was filled with laughter and joy.
The beggar’s biggest wish now is to save some money, change to a big house, and build a shop. He is also particularly good to Yaya.
Zhao Fan looked at the often-knit smiles on the beggar and Yaya's faces, and he also smiled.
At this time, the sense of substitution disappeared, and his consciousness returned to God's perspective.
"Um?"
Zhao Fan immediately felt his state of mind and improved a little!
A trace symbolizes an insignificant small step!
But what if it is one hundred silk?
That is a big step, and your mood will definitely break through!!!