Chapter 469: The Gift of the God of Baiyun Mountain
Unexpectedly, this world is not only filled with calabash dolls, but also with the magic pen Ma Liang.
Zhou Yang looked at the phone in his hand. There was a small light spot on it, which represented Ma Liang's location——
After Zhou Yang realized that the little boy was Ma Liang, he flicked a locator the size of a grain of rice and stuck it on Ma Liang's body.
Relying on the sensing of early warning aircraft in the sky, Ma Liang's location can be known at any time.
Zhou Yang stretched out his hand to enlarge the picture on the screen, and soon a mountain village appeared on the screen.
It was already dark at this time, and the village was quietly located at the foot of the mountain. Only some chickens and dogs were moving around in the dark night. The picture on the screen seemed to be playing a business game.
Zhou Yang glanced at the sleeping Doudou and disappeared into the bedroom.
It turned into a ray of light and shadow and quickly disappeared into the city under the cover of night.
Soon, the small mountain village appeared in sight.
Mist enveloped the small mountain village, and a layer of ice crystals condensed on the withered vegetation. The occasional barking of a dog could be heard far away in the dark night.
Zhou Yang followed the tracker and came to the door of a small courtyard.
A courtyard with a wooden fence and a simple thatched house.
As soon as my thoughts swept away, there was no one else in the room, only a child of five or six years old, covered with a tattered quilt, lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.
Even after getting the magic pen, Ma Liang did not draw himself a tall building or a few brocade quilts and cotton-padded clothes.
The magic pen was placed next to his bed. The silver pen body and black wolf hair were exactly the one he saw before.
It looks ordinary, but it has magical power.
"Everything is invisible! Forgiveness!"
Zhou Yang took out an appendix and patted it on his body.
His figure gradually disappeared.
I gently crossed the firewood door and walked into the hut. There was no movement at all, not even the dust on the window sill was stirred at all.
The body of the magic pen feels a little cold in the hand, and it is slightly heavier than ordinary bamboo brushes.
Zhou Yang took out a piece of paper and could draw on it without filling it with pen and ink.
He was very confident in his artistic accomplishment. With a swipe of his pen and ink, he drew a little cat on the paper.
Although not very lifelike, it is still cute and naive, and has a bit of a cat-like charm.
"Meow meow meow~"
The imaginary meow did not sound.
Zhou Yang looked at the tabby cat on the paper and his face darkened.
"Could it be that drawing on paper doesn't work?"
Zhou Yang took the pen, walked to the wall on one side, splashed ink, and an apple came out with one swipe.
He blinked.
The apple on the wall is still a painting and has not become a real apple.
Zhou Yang groped his chin and found that the pen he held didn't seem to work.
"It seems that the ability to make things come true is not just the function of this pen, but is closely related to Ma Liang."
Zhou Yang thought for a moment, then a portal suddenly appeared, and the light inside shone into the room.
The power of telekinesis wrapped around the sleeping Ma Liang and sent him to his personal space.
Since the pen doesn't work, the person holding the brush will be packed away together.
Ma Liang's parents died when he was young, so he was alone and had no worries in this world.
Zhou Yang took it away without any burden on his heart.
Like the Calabash Baby, there is no need to control or bewitch the mind gem. Such a simple-minded child can only wait until he returns to the wasteland and is sent to school for excellent political and ideological education. Under the guidance of correct values, he will definitely
Be his powerful helper.
Under the night, Zhou Yang flew into the sky and flew towards the capital.
In the sky above Zhou Yang's head, five spaceships were flying simultaneously in the direction of the capital below the Gangfeng layer. At the same time, the scanned terrain was verified with the map Zhou Yang bought from outside to ensure that Zhou Yang's direction of travel was accurate.
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"I came from the mountains, bringing orchids and planting them in the courtyard. I hope the flowers bloom early..."
The singing voice coming from the headset suppressed the wind noise in his ears. Accompanied by the singing voice, Zhou Yang flew happily.
Soon, the morning light began to fade, and the east was covered with fish-belly white. At the same time, a faint purple grew at the junction of the fish-belly white and the darkness of the sky.
As soon as I ate an orange, the sky burst into golden light, a great light!
"it's beautiful!"
Every world has its differences.
Just like natural beauties, they are carved from nature and each has a different sense of beauty.
Only Neptune can penetrate this kind of beauty and enjoy it deeply.
Similarly, the beauty of each world can only be appreciated by those who have traveled through it.
"Eh?"
While Zhou Yang was admiring the beauty, he suddenly felt as if his ankle was being pulled.
Looking down, on the top of the mountain below, a rough man wearing animal skins was saluting him.
Zhou Yang frowned slightly, raised his guard and landed.
The confused man wrapped in animal skins on the top of the mountain, bathed in golden light, looks like a god.
"Wang Dong, the mountain god of Baiyun Mountain, pays homage to the Immortal!"
When the confused man saw Zhou Yang landing on the top of the mountain, he took out a golden scroll from his arms, raised his hands above his head, bowed and said, "This is a book of 'Soaring Cloud Technique', dedicated to the Immortal."
"oh?"
Zhou Yang was a little surprised.
In Wang Dong's body, the aura is connected with the mountain. He is really the mountain god of Baiyun Mountain.
This is hard to fake.
And when Wang Dong called him down, he actually wanted to offer a book of spells.
"what for?"
If you have an eye for nothing and are diligent, you are either a traitor or a thief.
Nothing is free in this world.
"I sincerely ask for mercy from the immortals. Dong has been named the mountain god of Baiyun Mountain by the previous dynasty for 328 years. Now he is trapped in Baiyun Mountain and cannot leave. However, due to the incense being cut off, he is about to lose his position as a god. The spiritual veins of Baiyun Mountain are in this dynasty.
At the beginning of the founding of the country, it was cut off and lacked spiritual energy. Now it has neither the incense to cast the golden body nor the spiritual energy to gather the Dharma body. It is in danger. I hope that the immortal will teach you the Dharma and save your life."
Wang Dong said, leaning over and pleading.
He just saw Zhou Yang flying over Baiyun Mountain, but he didn't use flying spells, he just flew instinctively, so he guessed that the opponent might not have flying skills, so he made this operation.
After Zhou Yang heard this, he reached out and took the gold book that Wang Dong held high in both hands, and opened it to take a look.
There are two spells recorded on it, one is the vertical golden light spell.
There is nothing special about this spell. After it is completed, it can only reach the same speed as the high-speed train. For Zhou Yang, it is of no great use.
However, the Soaring Cloud Technique is a very good magic. After you master it, you can travel north and far across the country to Cangwu, traveling thousands of miles by day and thousands of miles by night.
Moreover, compared to Zhou Yang flying with his current instinct, he consumes very little spiritual power.
"The Soaring Cloud Technique is good. However, I can't pass it on. There is a spirit-gathering formation that can draw spiritual energy from a hundred miles away, which can help you gather your body and get out of this predicament."
After Zhou Yang finished speaking, he threw out a formation diagram, then flew up and left Baiyun Mountain.
Baiyun Mountain God held the spirit gathering formation diagram in both hands. After a little practice, he was overjoyed and shouted loudly in the direction Zhou Yang left: "Thank you, God, for your mercy!"
