"Eh, don't you think there are no fairy tales in this world? Aren't you a bard? I think most of your works are full of hope. "When Ling usually rests, he also reads a lot of Cauchy's works, and has always felt that Cauchy is a person who is full of love and hope in his heart, after all, Cauchy has also written a lot of novels on the theme of love, and the update speed is extremely fast, compared with those authors who can't write anything good in ten days and half a month, it is simply a god level.

"Then what kind of people do you think will need justice?" Cauchy touched the corner of his eye that was a little painful, his uncle, those audience masters really didn't take it lightly or seriously.

"Probably the people who have been wronged, right?" Ling thought something was probably the case.

"Then I'm the same......" Cauchy sighed, looked up at the sky at forty-five degrees, and was about to burst into tears to have a little emotional rendering, but unfortunately when he looked up, he saw the ceiling of the hotel, which should be painted with the handwriting of the "master" from the West City.

"What's the same law?"

"People whose lives are full of pain will put their spirit in another world, a world that is entirely built up by themselves. Life is already painful enough, so why torture people in their works?" Cauchy took a sip of water, the long story that had made him thirsty.

"Are you all like that? If you write a bard, you should have a good life, right?"

"Not all of them. ”

"Then I've seen some bards write things that are very dark, full of cruelty and despair, so what about such people?"

"They're probably just trying to disgust people......"

"Isn't it possible to gain something from painful things?" Ling felt that it didn't make sense.

"Anxiety can be harvested. "Cauchy obviously didn't like the kind of thing that was very dark and full of despair, and even the story he just told was not the perfect kind of happy ending, but what the old general wanted to protect was indeed protected. Compared with the works of other bards, it is indeed full of love and hope, which makes people believe that even in the most existential crisis, there will be heroes who stand up, but some bards are different, looking at their works is completely once they encounter danger, everyone is morally corrupt.

"So can't those dark things make people feel uplifted?"

"From my personal point of view, I think it's always hope, not the darkness, that keeps people motivated, and if you don't see hope, then there's no point in working hard. "Cauchy, as an old bard, is a little convincing as soon as he speaks.

"With so many works of yours, you will definitely be able to go to the kingdom of the god of literature and art in the future. Ling felt that there was no point in discussing that topic, he felt that it was wrong, but he couldn't find anything to refute, but as a person who could think independently, he insisted on his own ideas, and he didn't want to argue with Cauchy, because there was no need to argue about the worldview, no one could convince anyone, it was just a waste of time.

"I don't know, probably. Cauchy is also a little uncertain, because although he has a lot of literary and artistic works and the response is very good, his belief in the god of literature and art is not very pious, and he feels that after a pious belief in a god, his mind is fixed, and there is no way to create freely.

"Your Majesty, the god of literature and art, shouldn't care about these things, I heard that it's a very romantic deity, so I shouldn't care too much about faith, as long as the path of 'literature and art' is fully fulfilled, it shouldn't be a big problem. Ling was kind enough to comfort her.

"I hope so. Cauchy didn't care too much, for him, creating things that people like, and creating things that he liked, so that the two pleasures were intertwined to form a greater happiness, and this life was already worth it.

Cauchy hurriedly said goodbye to Ling and the others, he still had the next performance to perform, Ling still kindly reminded him to do a good job of protection, although Cauchy seemed confident when he left, but Ling remembered the appearance of seeing Cauchy several times, or mourned for him, hoping that he could say something he liked to see, and not to hang people's appetites.

"Is the god of literature and art you are talking about?" Huang asked on the way back, she really didn't study much about the gods, so she took the time to ask.

"It's not a question of whether he's powerful or not, how can I say it? Ling summed it up like this, fortunately, there are no believers in the god of literature and art around, otherwise those fanatics are estimated to rush up and fight hard, although this is the case, but some things are like this, but they can't say it.

The god of literature and art is a very old god, not strong, very old, I don't know what race it is, because that race was extinct early, fortunately, the god of literature and art is not the kind of god who relies on the power of faith of his own people, at least those gods of the same race as him have fallen because they have no source of faith power, and he is still or, and he still lives for a long time.

Most of the gods can't remember how old the god of literature and art is, because his strength is too weak, and he has no strong allies, and he can't fight himself, and the church is a bunch of bards, and he has no cards in front of the gods.

But this is understandable, after all, he is a civil god, and he was an unlucky person before he became a god. According to what Ling saw in the books of the Deep Sea Clan, this god had a miserable life when he was not a god, and his profession was a bard like Cauchy, and he usually wrote poems and stories, and his goal was always to become a great bard. It's a pity that God gave him a very beautiful writing, but he didn't give him a good voice, and even stuttered a little.

It is impossible to succeed without software alone, so the god of literature and art rushed to the streets with his dream, died silently, and became a ghost wandering the world.

It wasn't until later that the race at that time found out about his manuscript, and then passed it on to a hundred, and everyone thought that this person wrote well, a little level, and then inquired, it turned out that this person was hanging. People who read what the god of literature and art wrote felt "Oh, I owe him a ticket (at that time, you had to buy a ticket to watch the bard sing, not to be able to listen to it when you entered the door like now)", and then spontaneously commemorated him, and was remembered more, and the soul of the god of literature and art was rapidly strengthened, and finally won the recognition of the origin of the world and became the god of literature and art.

If you are not famous in life, you can only succeed when you die, such a thing can't help but make people sigh, but there is no doubt that the god of literature and art is also lucky, how many people who have achieved something on the road of literary creation, but the final result is not like the god of literature and art.

......

"Ling!" As soon as they reached the door, three figures jumped down from the tree next to the door, and it was none other than the Lott trio.

"What's going on?" Ling's impression was that the three of them had been busy with war matters recently, and they hadn't been here for a long time.

"School is back. Lott followed Ling and the others into the room and gave Ling a brief introduction to the situation.

Because of the previous war, teaching was originally stopped, but after almost a month, everyone saw that nothing big happened, but the students who couldn't go home felt that they were going to get moldy, and they petitioned to return to class, which shocked Dean Carvin.

However, since there is such a request, then Kavin will naturally not refuse, but what kind of intention did they have in order to petition, since there is a reasonable demand, then Kavin will have a reasonable arrangement. Because the Ash Empire is not like other kingdoms, the teachers of the academy do not have any losses, so the classes can still be opened normally, but the teachers are not very happy, after all, they have a good holiday, but those little rabbit cubs actually said that they want to go to class, why don't they see them so active in class.

Many teachers have secretly made up their minds to give those students a little color, and many tried and tested teachers know that although the students talk very well, they will want to take a vacation soon after the class, and they already know very well.

"But the class I led has already graduated, and the students are gone...... It's only the students of the association, but they occasionally come to ask for advice. Ling thought about it for a while, because there was no war in the Ash Empire, so Ling's students were still living well, you must know that once a war broke out, the most dead must be ordinary soldiers, and then there were people like Ling's students who had just gained knowledge from a place, but had no practical experience.

"Because some tutors can't rush back, the academy wants to arrange a class for you to take first. Lott felt that Ling's ability was completely sufficient.

"That's okay, when will school reopen?"

"It's probably next work week, and now it's going to take some time to inform the teachers and students. "Although it seems like a lot of work, it really isn't that difficult because of the Communication Stone.

"So what class am I teaching this time?"

"First Grade ......"

"......" Ling felt a bit pressured, after all, the first grade meant that he did not have a clear understanding of the power system, and his strength was extremely low, and there were many gaps in his knowledge.

"I'm considering that you have experience teaching Hedgehog, so I think you have no problem. Lott comforted, "You see that Hedgehog has been taught very well by you, and now he is about to step into the middle level, right?"

"Soon, when his battle qi is a little more condensed, he can step into the middle level. ”

"So," said Lott, and then seemed to think of something: "You must not teach your students like you train a hedgehog, just keep it simple." ”