He immediately took out a blank card and started drawing.
When making a card, you first need to use special ink and pen to draw the character image you want on the card, then add the character's size, and finally add the appropriate materials to make a card.
These days, whenever Tang Qingxi makes cards, he almost always encounters problems when drawing the characters.
After all, the brush used to draw characters needs to be driven by mental power. Moreover, Tang Qingxi's major is not painting, so if he wants to draw a vivid Nezha, he still needs a lot of practice.
If there is a discontinuity or pause in the description process, the blank card will be discarded.
Tang Qingxi drew on the blank card stroke by stroke. This time was the closest she had ever been to success, and she didn't even care about the sweat on her head.
Finally, a blue light flashed on the card, indicating that the drawing of Nezha was completed.
The Nezha on the card looks like a child of six or seven years old, with red lips, white teeth, and delicate eyebrows and eyes.
He stepped on wind-fire wheels, held a fire spear in his hand, and carried the Hun Tian Ling and Qian Kun Circle on his back.
Tang Qingxi did not draw the clothes on his body as a bellyband and a lotus dress, but drew them like those in a Chinese animation, with a red jacket on the upper body and pants on the lower body.
Otherwise, if the Nezha card was really made, Tang Qingxi was worried that Nezha would be unhappy with the image of him wearing a skirt and a bellyband.
After wiping the sweat off his head, Nezha's figure was finally drawn. This was only the first step, and there were two more steps to come.
There is also Nezha's level that needs to be added, and it must be completed before the spiritual consciousness is exhausted, otherwise this card will be useless again.
Tang Qingxi held the paintbrush tightly and continued to add details to Nezha.
Nezha.
Father: Jing, mother: Yin Suzhi.
Title: Marshal of the Central Altar, General Yuanwu.
Lingzhuzi was reincarnated and stayed in his mother's womb for three years and six months. After he was born, he was a ball of flesh. His father split the ball of flesh open and Nezha was born.
When he was young, he killed dragons in the sea, and skinned and tore off the dragons' tendons...
Before he even wrote half of it, Tang Qingxi felt a sharp headache. His spiritual awareness was not enough. This was why Ye Qingyi asserted that Tang Qingxi and the others could not create an immortal, because their spiritual awareness was not enough.
Having come this far, Tang Qingxi didn't want to give up. When everyone was in the hall, Tang Qingxi quickly kicked Zhao Siqi aside.
Zhao Siqi looked up and saw Tang Qingxi's pale face. Seeing that Tang Qingxi was still working, he immediately knew what had happened.
He threw the half-made card aside, quickly rummaged through his storage, found a bottle of consciousness-recovering pills, and stuffed them all into Tang Qingxi's mouth.
Tang Qingxi's complexion recovered a little, but within a few minutes it turned pale again.
"I am!"
Zhao Siqi exclaimed and ignored everything else, constantly stuffing pills into Tang Qingxi's mouth.
Tang Qingxi opened her mouth wide and let Zhao Siqi stuff the pill into her mouth. This way, the consumption of spiritual consciousness and the replenishment of spiritual consciousness by the pill would be balanced, and the card making would not be interrupted.
Finally, the depiction of Nezha is completed, and all that is left is to incorporate the materials into the card.
Tang Qingxi took out the spiritual lotus root, spiritual pearl, red tassel spear that he had prepared long ago and integrated them into the cards one by one.
A blue light emanated from the card, devouring the materials.
With a "buzz" sound, Nezha on the card jumped off the card, and the card was made successfully.
In the supermarket, Nezha appeared above the supermarket in a flash.
The card was successfully made. Tang Qingxi was also exhausted and collapsed on the sofa. Her spiritual power was drained and her head ached as if someone was knocking on her temple.
As for the fact that Nezha was missing, she couldn't care less about that now.
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