The strange pattern of lavender fluctuates for a while, then stabilizes for a while, flickering and extinguishing.
After repeating it several times, the pattern gradually dimmed and finally disappeared into the air, leaving no trace.
Jun Buli blinked: "I don't know how to do it..."
"You didn't know you drew it yourself?" Xiaotuanzi was confused. Is there such a thing?
"After looking at it for a long time, I got good at it, and then I felt that I could also draw. I raised my hand and drew it..."
Jun Buli didn't seem to know how to describe it, so he made an analogy, "Just like Xiao Mo, you can turn into a little fox, but if I ask you how exactly you change, you can't tell me."
"This..."
Xiaotuanzi was speechless for a moment.
He can turn into a little fox, which is a natural skill that comes with his bloodline.
Of course, ordinary people cannot learn it, and there is no way to learn it.
"Is this your special talent?" Xiaotuanzi touched his chin and pondered for a moment, "You can draw another one for me to see. Draw it slower and I will see if I can learn it."
If you can learn it, it proves that you are not a special talent.
Because some innate abilities are innate according to blood and physical constitution, and cannot be learned without innate conditions.
"Okay, I'll try."
Jun Buli did not hesitate, raised his hand again, and sketched in the void.
Xiaotuanzi opened his eyes wide and looked carefully.
However, no matter how slow Jun Buli's sketching speed was, in his eyes, it was as if there was a layer of thin veil between them, and the details could not be seen clearly.
As if in just a blink of an eye, Jun Buli finished the painting. The lavender pattern was suspended, emitting little bits of light, very beautiful.
"Xiao Mo, did you see clearly? Do you want me to draw it again?" Jun Buli asked with concern.
"No need." Xiaotuanzi shook his head, looking a little weird.
The sketching process that I had originally remembered in my mind seemed to have been wiped out by a hand at this moment, and I couldn't remember it at all.
"It's so strange..." Xiao Tuanzi murmured in confusion, "I looked at your drawing, but I couldn't see clearly, and I remembered it and then turned around and forgot it. How could I learn this?"
It’s not that he particularly wants to learn it, it’s just that he has never encountered this situation before.
His memory ability has always been very good.
"I don't know either." Jun Buli was even more confused, "I'm already very slow in drawing, and I didn't mean not to teach you."
"I know, and I don't mean to blame you. This may really be your innate skill, and others can't learn it. Just like I can turn into a little fox, you can't learn it either."
Xiaotuanzi waved his hand and asked curiously: "But what is the use of these patterns you drew? Do they just look good when they float?"
The pattern floats in mid-air, emitting a faint light, like the pattern outlined by fireworks, but it lasts longer than fireworks. It is really beautiful.
"This is not a pattern, but a kind of writing, or a symbol..." Jun Buli looked confused.
"How do you know?" Do words and symbols look like this?
Xiaotuanzi looked at it again, and it seemed to him that it looked like a kind of pattern, the kind of delicate and beautiful embroidery on clothes, with very complicated lines.
Jun Buli couldn't tell, so he blinked and looked at him innocently.
Xiaotuanzi curled his lips, "Forget it, it's useless to ask you, so what's the use of these words?"
He suddenly reacted and turned to look at the cabin wall, "So, those pale golden patterns on the wall are also a kind of writing?"