But at this time, Fang Yan didn't take it out in a hurry, but settled down again.

At this moment, Fang Yan emptied his body and mind, and then thought about the best things in his heart, and his emotions became stable and calm.

After sitting quietly like this for more than three months, Fang Yan opened his eyes with a smile.

At this moment, Fang Yan, even the hair is full of beauty and happiness, the whole person seems to have just come out of the most beautiful things in the world, there seems to be no more pure character than Fang Yan in the world, her purity is from the inside out, and the atmosphere in the entire temporary cave mansion has become beautiful.

It's a very mysterious aura, full of happiness and hope.

Only then did Fang Yan slowly open the box containing the brush and gently take it out, his eyes flashing with hope and expectation.

This time, the brush in his hand was obviously different from before, but Fang Yan didn't think about it now, but stroked the brush gently, and his eyes were like looking at the love of his life.

After a long time, Fang Yan stopped moving, threw the brush into the air, and then closed his eyes.

The sound that should have landed did not appear.

The ordinary brush, which was not even a magic weapon, was floating in the air like a spiritual treasure at the moment.

Fang Yan's closed eyes saw nothing, but the corners of his mouth were still slightly upturned.

After a while, the brush was very ordinary, and suddenly there was a change.

I saw that the original ordinary bamboo pen barrel was shining at the moment, faintly exuding a gorgeous but low-key atmosphere.

Even if Fang Yan was still in the midst of closing his eyes, he could feel the extraordinaryness from the breath on this rod, which was a feeling that Fang Yan couldn't say.

Soon after, the nib of the pen, which was originally made of oxtail hair, also changed.

The original brown nib is rapidly becoming lighter, lighter and lighter, until it becomes beige white, and finally pure white.

After experiencing this series of transformations, the whole brush has a heart-wrenching feeling.

Fang Yan could feel this sense of strangeness, but he didn't open his eyes because of this, and still kept his eyes closed before, as if he had no curiosity at all.

Seeing this, the transformed brush did not stop, but metamorphosed again.

There was no one holding the pen, but the brush seemed to be grasped by a hand, and it flew gently in the air.

Fang Yan couldn't feel what the tip of the pen had drawn in the air at all, but even with his eyes closed, he could feel the shock.

It is as if there are some dense dots and lines drawn by the nib, and the nib of the pen is randomly dotted on these dots and lines, and the whole line will immediately collapse to form a new picture and text.

These stripes and dots gradually converged, like an endless river, stretching from the Nine Hells to the Nine Heavens, with no end and no end.

These pictures and texts are even more mysterious, fortunately, Fang Yan is closed and settled, otherwise he will be immediately plundered by the pictures and texts if he just takes a look.

At least he became an idiot, or at worst he died on the spot.

Fang Yan didn't know this, but he also sensed those mysterious changes in the air, and he didn't dare to open his eyes immediately.

After a long while, Fang Yan realized that there was no such mystery in the air, so he dared to quietly open his eyelids.

And the original mysterious brush, which was writing and drawing in the air, had already returned to its original ordinary appearance the moment Fang Yan opened his eyes.

The complicated pictures and texts that were already visible disappeared at this moment.

Only this time, there was no disappointment and chagrin in Fang Yan's eyes, only hope and cherishment.

A drop of essence blood fell, Fang Yan immediately felt a strong and undoubted resistance, Fang Yan tried his best to resist, but he still let the drop of essence blood that had already fallen on the brush be forced out by the other party.

Fang Yan was not annoyed in his heart, and once again dripped essence blood......

Three years of spring and autumn passed unconsciously.

The flowers outside the temporary cave have bloomed and fallen three times.

It took Fang Yan three years to successfully smear a trace of essence blood on the brush.

In the past three years, the brush has washed out Fang Yan's essence blood countless times, but Fang Yan has not been discouraged, and has released the essence blood again and again.

Within a few days, Fang Yan's whole person was weakened due to the excessive loss of essence blood, and after taking the pill, Fang Yan released the essence blood again......

When late autumn came, Fang Yan finally opened his eyes from the meditation, and the brush was finally stained with Fang Yan's essence and blood.

However, this is only the first step.

If he couldn't completely refine this brush in one go, what Fang Yan did would be useless.

Fang Yan could feel that the magic weapon that could usually recognize the master with a drop of blood didn't seem to work on this brush, and now Fang Yan was only able to control it a little, and if he wanted to really take it for his own use, or even become a natal magic weapon that accompanied him all his life, there was still a lot of heat left.

"I know that you don't want to be the natal weapon of a little monk like me, I have regarded you as a mortal thing, I have eyes and no beads, and I apologize to you. ”

"You have been in the Great Ding for countless years, but you have not followed other monks, and finally chose me, and even if I have the innate spirit treasure in my hand, I did not want to use it as a natal magic weapon, but found you. ”

"Look, isn't this our fate?"

......

The brush didn't move, and Fang Yan didn't get annoyed, still talking to it as usual.

"Na, I know that you have an extraordinary background, and the reason why this is probably because you are too young now, so I am clumsy, and I was not able to be shocked by your heroic appearance at a glance, but now I know that I am wrong......"

"You see, no one else saw that you were extraordinary, ahem, although I didn't see it at first, but after seeing you, I immediately wanted to make you a natal magic weapon, didn't I?"

"The bowl before is the Broken Sun Bowl, you must be so smart that you know it, right? Look, I didn't even think about it, I handed it over, didn't I value you?"

Fang Yan had been babbling in front of the brush like a dead thing for the seventh day, and she didn't know how many good things she had said incoherently in front of it in the past few days, and she hadn't been loosened by the brush on her.

Only when this brush truly recognizes Fang Yan can Fang Yan be able to practice well, and eventually become the most intimate natal magic weapon.

Although he knew that he had an inexplicable bond with this brush in the dark, it took Fang Yan more than three years to barely keep his essence and blood on it, which was also a little sad.

Who knew that this brush was so arrogant, after Fang Yan dripped his essence blood on it, he didn't cooperate with Fang Yan's sacrifice.

Fang Yan said more words in the past seven days than in the previous ten years, and all of them were good words.

moved by a tsundere, and has the magic weapon of capital tsundere, can only be shameless.