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Chapter 7 The Sword Immortal in the Unfinished Draft!

The raw materials are ready, what should I draw?
Zhang Rui looked at the half bucket of ghost blood and fell into a dilemma. The life-saving lamp that Master Qian gave him would not last too long, and he had to use it quickly, otherwise once the market closed, he would turn into a mummy. He could only try to change his fate by using the fate-changing pen, but the side effects of directly changing his own destiny were too great. Who knew if there would be more serious consequences after this change, and he really didn't want to use it unless it was absolutely necessary.

The blood of the Painted Skin Ghost can be used to draw anything, but the specific drawing is actually very particular.
First of all, you can draw weapons. The weapons drawn by Ghost Ink are neither gold nor iron, but you can imagine them as any magical weapons. For example, you can draw a Dragon Slaying Sword and write a story about the Dragon Slaying Sword with Ghost Ink next to it. Then, it is a magical weapon. As long as there is enough ink, it can exert the power you wrote.

Sounds exaggerated, right?
However, if the conditions permit, the more powerful and complex the product, the higher the requirements for ink quality. If the requirements are too high and the ink quality is not good enough, the result will be a semi-finished product or even waste.

For example, now, you can choose to use this half bucket of ink to draw a Dragon Slaying Sword from a martial arts novel, or you can choose to draw a magic weapon from a fairy tale novel, such as Tianya from Zhu Xian, or even the Zhu Xian Sword itself. But the result is that if you choose the Dragon Slaying Sword, you may get half the effectiveness of the Dragon Slaying Sword, but if you choose the fairy tale magic weapon, you may not even get one thousandth of the effect, because the ink will dry up, resulting in nothing.

Therefore, the choice is very important, just like lowering your score when taking the college entrance examination. Choosing a school that is too far away from your score will only lead to your admission being rejected, while choosing a school that is too low will result in a loss of points. How to make good use of your score is the key.

With this little ink, I can probably only draw a sword or a dragon-slaying sword, right?
Zhang Rui thought to himself, what's the point of drawing the key? With his current physique and skills, it would be useless to use the Sword of Heavenly Sword or the Moon-chopping Sword, let alone the Sword of Heavenly Sword.

The safest way is to take the finished painting to the market to sell it, exchange it for enough essence and blood, and then draw it later.

But Zhang Rui thought this method was a very bad idea.

First of all, this behavior of frequently taking good things to the market to sell will easily attract attention if you don't have the strength. Those who can survive in the art market are definitely not good people. Moreover, I was too high-profile just now. At least in this art market, I should have been noticed. No matter how good the things I have to sell are, I can't sell them at a good price, because those people know that if I don't make two taels of blood essence, I will die when the market closes, and they will definitely take the opportunity to lower the price.

Drawing objects. You can do it in the future, but not now!
What should I draw then?

Zhang Rui kept thinking about the rules and information of this painting market in his mind. As far as he could remember, there was a method that was the most cost-effective, but the risk was quite high. If he failed in the bet, all his pitiful ink would be lost.

After taking a deep breath, Zhang Rui finally decided to take a gamble. He reached his hand into the bucket, and the ink gathered on his fingers as if alive. Zhang Rui then began to write in the air with the smelly ink.

The world in this painting is the largest canvas, and the ink can be used at any time.

Mu, Rong, Yun, Ji!

Zhang Rui did not draw any weapons, nor did he write the name of any treasure, but instead wrote a person's name.

The next moment, the surrounding space began to shake, and an extremely sharp breath came over. Zhang Rui felt that the breath was going to cut everything around him in half. Before he could come to his senses, the scene around him changed.

It is no longer a dark alley, but an extremely bright space. The soles of your feet are like a mirror, reflecting the sky, the earth and the sky. Everything is silent. Just one look at this scenery can make people forget everything.

Zhang Rui took a long time to come back to his senses, and then he saw a beautiful woman in white kneeling in the middle of the mirror. She was half-kneeling at this time, holding an unsheathed silver sword in her hand. Her left hand was holding the scabbard, and her right hand was holding the hilt. She looked like she was about to draw the sword, but she had maintained this posture for who knows how many years.

Looking at the other party, Zhang Rui knew that she would not use this sword until the other party died. She would never be able to take that step and would be forever trapped in her own doubts.
Murong Yunji!

A legendary character envisioned in his unfinished manuscript of the fantasy novel, he dedicated his life to the sword, hoping to surpass his master, reach the realm of the sword's limitless power, ascend with the sword, and become the sword immortal that appears once in a thousand years!

This person died in the world of the painting.

In her own eunuch novel, the Sword Immortal was cursed. Not only would she die under the thunderbolt, but all the people related to her, the sect that supported her, and even the country would suffer. Therefore, few sects in the world she lived in were willing to support the Sword Immortal.

But her master was willing to train her at all costs, which made her not want to bring trouble to her master, so she chose to go to the world in the painting.

Here she used ghost ink to draw another world, hoping to survive the calamity.

I have to say it was a good idea, but he was unable to swing the sword when the moment came, and eventually he was trapped in the painting in this state. The person who had the best chance of becoming a sword immortal in a thousand years died.

Zhang Rui approached slowly, but the woman stood there like a sculpture, motionless.

Although he did not move, Zhang Rui also felt the will of rejection. He felt strongly that he only had the chance to say one sentence. If he could not impress the person in front of him, everything he had done just now would be in vain!
In addition to painting objects, ghost ink can also be used to paint people, but painting people is somewhat different from painting objects. Only those who have been here and whose breath has been remembered by the world in the painting can be copied and painted with ghost blood. This is why painted skin ghosts can imitate others, because they are originally formed by ink and can naturally copy people who have been remembered by the world in the painting.

He is gambling!
Murong Yunji was a character in that book, and her story only existed in that failed manuscript. The fact that the setting of the painting market appeared here did not mean that the people in that manuscript would also appear here. But now it seemed that I had made the right bet. The setting was here, and the people were here too. This painting market was the one in my failed manuscript! "You are not doing this right!"

Zhang Rui stepped forward and said something shocking: "If you keep doing this, you will just stay where you are even after ten thousand years!"

Radical words may not be recognized, but they will definitely attract attention. Sure enough, the sculpture-like woman opened her eyes.

Those eyes were as beautiful as the bright moon, but the coldness they exuded made Zhang Rui feel like his blood was about to freeze.

"You are too obsessed with breaking all laws with one sword, but you don't know that the world is a cycle. Destruction is the beginning of rebirth, and severance is the source of the next connection. Breaking all laws with one sword and creating all laws with one sword are actually the same thing. If you don't experience the process of creating all laws, how can you break all laws? Being too obsessed with "purity" is the biggest detour you have taken in your life!"

After Zhang Rui finished saying this, he closed his eyes. Life or death depends on this wave!

"Who taught you that?"

Zhang Rui opened his eyes again, and the other person was already in front of him. Her beautiful face could not arouse any selfish desires in his heart, because that coldness could really freeze all your desires. What is a real ice beauty? This is a real ice beauty.
"It doesn't matter who taught me!" Zhang Rui was extremely excited.

It turned out to be the novel I wrote. The realm theory I made up was actually useful in this world! !
"The point is, don't you want to give it a try?"

"I'm already dead." For the first time, a trace of fluctuation appeared in Murong Yunji's eyes, a trace of extreme regret. Why didn't she think of this truth after all these years?
"Let me draw you!" Zhang Rui said quickly: "Try it again, you should be able to do it!"

"As a Painted Skin Ghost?"

"Is it important?" Zhang Rui stared at the other person: "In pursuit of the highest realm, do I have to care about my status?"

The other party did not speak again, but looked at Zhang Rui deeply, and the next moment, the sky and the earth shattered!

After a dizzy spell, Zhang Rui opened his eyes again and found himself back in the familiar dark alley. However, the light that protected him was even weaker, and the densely packed green eyeballs around him were getting closer and closer. He could even feel their breathing.
Didn’t I succeed in wiping it?

Zhang Rui gritted his teeth and was about to take the fate-changing pen when a childish voice came coldly: "You may not be very old, but you are very good at bewitching people!"

done?

Zhang Rui was delighted. He was familiar with this voice. It was Murong Yunji's voice. However, it sounded a little soft and sticky. Damn it!
Whose dough is this?

Looking back, the person standing behind me is obviously a four-year-old Lolita.
"What's that look in your eyes?" Dough rolled his eyes at Zhang Rui and said, "With your limited ink, you can barely draw a four-year-old me!"

Zhang Rui: “.”

Got to escape!
I was too confident. Why didn’t I think of this?
He quickly looked outside the alley. He had walked too deep into the alley to avoid being seen. The life-saving lamp was so dim that it could be extinguished at any time. He had to run out before the lamp went out.

Thinking of this, he quickly tried to pick up the dough and escape.

Snapped!
As soon as he stretched out his hand, the other party slapped it away in disgust.

"You" Zhang Rui widened his eyes. This little girl doesn't understand the situation, right?
"When you woke up and reached out to grab that place, I felt the danger." Little Dough pointed to the place in front of Zhang Rui: "Is it an illusion?"

Zhang Rui was stunned, the place the other party pointed to was exactly the place where he changed his destiny!
This dough. Is its intuition so sharp?

"Look at your silly look, it must be an illusion." The little dough sighed, then pointed to the remaining ink in the bucket and said lightly: "Draw me a sword!"

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