Li Shen was too embarrassed to talk to Shuibi on the way.

I was dragged to a mental hospital right after I left the hospital. Let's forget about it.

After arriving home, Li Shen took out a pen from his pocket and put it on the table, eager to ask.

"Is there really monasticism in the world?"

The blue ink pen said in a serious tone: "Of course, how could I lie to you?"

"Can practicing Taoism really cure diseases?"

"Optimist kid, what do you think? You know how to fly in the clouds and move mountains and seas? You can do all these, so what does curing your minor illness mean?"

After Li Shen listened, the fire of hope in his heart ignited. It was true to be optimistic about fate, but now it is clear that there is a better way, why not.

"Are you just..."

"I'm not, don't talk nonsense."

Each one of them was relatively silent. Li Shen listened to the tone of the pen, as if it was a great figure in the world of cultivating immortals and cultivating Taoism. No matter what, there was no problem in leading him to practice Taoism.

But it directly denied it, which was completely unexpected.

"Although I'm not the one, I can still give you some direction."

Li Shen nodded seriously and waited for him to elaborate.

"We can make a deal."

"You need to help me realize a dream, and I will tell you the secret of the world."

"This secret is enough for you to see the path to Taoism."

It's strange enough to chat with a lying pen, but also to listen to it talk about its dreams.

Li Shen suddenly thought that he had participated in a singing show.

Feeling speechless was one thing, but he was also interested in the secrets held by a water pen, so he opened his mouth and said:

"What is your dream?"

It’s over, the sense of déjà vu is getting stronger and stronger.

The blue pen paused for a few seconds, as if it was brewing emotions, which made Li Shen's heart tighten. Could it be that his dream was difficult to realize?

"I hope..." Shui Bi said in a very deep tone: "I hope I can write love letters to beautiful girls and see their shy smiling faces."

Li Shen slowly put a question mark in his mind.

"Why don't you speak?"

"..."

Containing a smile that surged like a torrent, Li Shen finally spoke:

"How many letters do you want to write?"

"Write until I run out of ink!"

When he said the last two words, Shui Bi's voice trembled, and then his tone changed to indignation and sadness:

"You don't know, in that hellish place in the hospital, I was writing prescriptions all day long that I couldn't even read the handwriting on, and a group of mentally ill people used me to draw weird and outrageous paintings. It was a nightmare!"

Only half of the ink in the blue pen was left, and Li Shen could really imagine its mood.

This is what is called "wasting life in the wrong profession, regretting it will make your temples fade".

Li Shen agreed without much thought. Although he had never written a love letter, it was not difficult to realize his dream.

When I heard that someone was willing to write a love letter, the pen cheered again.

"But I only have half a year to live, and if my organs fail quickly, I won't be able to move in another three months. Otherwise, you should tell me the secret first."

"Of course, I'm not a devil. What's more, in order to complete the task, you go crazy and write a love letter to Wai Gua Pi Zao. I won't be able to stand it either."

"Optimist kid, I want to tell you the secret of the world is where you should find the path to spiritual practice."

The tone is solemn, like an upright judge pronouncing an unchangeable regulation.

Li Shen put away his smile and nodded seriously.

"Let me help you do the math."

Li Shen nodded seriously.

...

"..."

"What are you looking at me doing? Why don't you pick me up? Go get a piece of white paper!"

Li Shen twitched the corner of his mouth, but without saying anything, he tore up a piece of white paper and put it on the table.

"Please clear your mind and draw the first thing that comes to your mind."

Its tone is very similar to that of the psychiatrist in the hospital. It is indeed a pen that has been by his side for a long time.

What to draw? Li Shen thought about it. He likes to play basketball in his spare time, so he picked up a pen and pasted a ball on it.

Call it a day after painting.

"What are you painting?"

...

"Fortunately, I can only tell you one secret, otherwise you will be mad at me one day."

Li Shengang wanted to ask what this meant.

The ordinary water pen started to get hot, and its pen cap emitted a faint yellow light. The light slowly illuminated the "broken egg" on the white paper.

The temperature of the pen body is getting higher and higher, but it can still be tolerated.

"Take it easy, optimist boy."

Li Shen agreed twice and noticed that the yellow light on the pen cap was getting brighter and brighter. He could hardly see the pattern on the white paper anymore.

Suddenly there was a "pop" sound, and the pen cap exploded. The two halves flew to the left and right, and the yellow light was extinguished instantly. Except for a little white smoke floating in the air, there was no abnormality in the living room.

But the truth of what he just experienced shocked Li Shen, and his mind was filled with four big words:

"This is not scientific"!

The white smoke gradually dissipated, and then Shui Bi began to speak again, his tone revealing tiredness, as if he had been hollowed out:

"Optimist boy, you are lucky. Tomorrow afternoon, you go to the football field of Qijing University, where you will have a destiny."

Isn’t Qijing University my university?

This is too outrageous, as if someone got a treasure map, opened it with joy, and found that the buried place was his home.

No matter how you look at it, it feels fake.

Li Shen's face was full of disbelief.

"You will find out if you go and take a look tomorrow. With my status, can I still deceive you?"

What is your identity? Do you like to use half of the pen to write to pretty girls? Li Shen sneered.

Having said that, Li Shen still nodded, just go and have a look, there is nothing to do anyway.

...

The sunshine is gentle and the warm wind is blowing on your face, which is the beauty of spring in the world.

The girls put off their bloated winter clothes one after another, put on a dazzling variety of lightweight clothes that showed off their food, and played with their girlfriends using tennis rackets.

Suddenly, a person walked towards him. He was fresh and handsome, with a slender figure. His smile was as good as the spring breeze, but his face was slightly pale, as if the frozen river had just melted, making people feel pity but dare not approach him.

This person is none other than Li Shen.

I walked through thousands of flowers, not a single leaf touching my body, and walked towards the football field with a blue pen in my hand.

It’s been a long time since I went to university, and my school is still so shabby.

There aren’t even a few grasses on the football field, and it looks like the top of a bald man’s head.

In order not to sit on the dirt, Li Shen deliberately took two more steps and settled down on the stone bench at the edge.

The sun shines down without any hindrance, and it feels extremely comfortable when exposed to the sun.

There is also a fat orange cat sitting next to it, yawning from time to time.

An hour has passed...

"What does this Tao Yuan refer to?" Li Shen couldn't hold it back and asked.

"The destiny is the destiny, there is no direction, just wait patiently and it will come." Shui Bi said vaguely.

"Then can I take the initiative to find it myself?"

No one replied.

"That...?"

"Of course." After Shui Bi said this, he paused for another half a minute before continuing:

"Where are the paintings you drew yesterday? Take them out and compare them to see if there are any that look similar. Daoyuan is nearby."

Li Shen wondered why it was so slow to reply. Could it be because yesterday's pen cap exploded and actually injured it?

Or maybe because I have spent so much time trying to find a "good match" for myself, I am now too weak to reply.

Li Shen was deeply moved and decided not to disturb it anymore and let it rest well.

After a while, the pen spoke again:

"I really can't get enough of female college students nowadays. I have already identified several people to write to."

...

It turned out that I was looking at beautiful women.
Chapter completed!