"I'll go, who are you? Fairy or monster? Xiaobao looked at the ethereal old man in astonishment.

The old man stroked his white beard and smiled calmly, "I am neither a god nor a monster, and I am a mortal like you." ”

"Mortal? How could a mortal be hidden in a ring? Are you a liar? Xiaobao didn't believe it.

"Little doll, you don't understand this, after cultivating the pen power to a certain level, you can practice an immortal body, with the same life as the heaven and earth, and the sun and the moon, I just have been cultivating for a little longer than you." The old man floated behind Xiaobao and said.

"Cultivating pen power can actually reach the realm of immortality?" Xiaobao asked in surprise.

"That is, while cultivating pen power, in fact, it is also imperceptibly boiling your strength, exercising your muscles and bones, strengthening your will, and enhancing your spirit, I think you should have experienced this, right?" The old man looked at Xiaobao and asked with a smile.

Listening to the old man's words, Xiaobao felt that the old man was really right, when practicing pen power, the legs, hands, and waist, wrist muscles are being exercised, and, in the process of cultivating pen power, it also requires a high degree of concentration of mental power, and unintentionally is also cultivating spiritual power, which seems to be a simple practice of writing, in fact, it has also invisibly cultivated physical and mental power, after a few days of practice, Xiaobao does feel that his body is much stronger than before, at least his legs are more powerful than before, and, The strength of the wrist is also much stronger than before.

"Sounds like you're pretty good, don't you? So what is the power of your writing? Xiaobao looked at the transparent old man and asked.

"What kind of realm? Belch...... It's been so long that I've forgotten it. It seems to be a literary hero and a literary saint, in short, in my time. No one is better than me. The old man stroked his beard and said proudly.

Hearing this, Xiaobao was taken aback, and looked at this white-bearded old man floating in the air like a ghost with a stunned expression, muttering in his heart, is this old guy bragging? How can a writer be able to achieve it casually?

In the Wendou Continent for five hundred years, there may not be a writer, and. There are only a handful of writers who have produced in the past 5,000 years, and they are all grandmasters of the generation with names and surnames, but. The old man in front of him looks ordinary, and there is nothing outstanding about it, where is the temperament of a writer?

Could it be that you are fooling me?

"You little doll, since you don't believe me. And ask me what I have done? Originally, I was worshiped by you for a few years. I still want to point out to you, since you look down on me like this, then I don't have to be kind enough to treat it as a donkey's liver and lungs, and let you fend for yourself. The old man said that he would float back into the ring.

When Xiaobao heard this, he hurriedly shouted: "Don't! ”

The reason why Xiaobao was so anxious was because the old man was able to read his mind just now, which surprised him very much, although this old man was not good-looking. But the character is very perverse, maybe it's really an old monster that won't die for thousands of years?

Come to think of it. Xiaobao was even more reluctant to let this old guy go.

"Boom! ~" There was a sound, as if something hard had hit his head, and the painful Xiaobao grinned.

"Oops, it hurts!" Xiaobao clutched the hot pain on his head and shouted.

"Little cub, who told you that I was an old monster? Let me tell you again, I'm a human, not a monster. The white-bearded old man rolled his eyelids and said.

"Old man, what do you mean when you said just now that you have been worshiped by me for several years? When have I offered to you? Xiaobao asked strangely.

Hearing Xiaobao ask like this, the white-bearded old man finally reined in a little, and smiled, "Little doll, don't you think that the power of writing that you have cultivated in the past few years is always disappearing inexplicably?" ”

was reminded by the old man like this, Xiaobao suddenly came over, "It turns out that the power of my writing has been sucked away by you?" ”

The white-bearded old man smiled, "Yes, if it weren't for your worship in the past few years, I wouldn't have woken up so quickly, so from this point of view, I still have to thank you." ”

"Sure enough, it's you, you old fellow, do you know how many people have been ridiculed and neglected by my clan because you have sucked away the power of my writing? Do you know how much pressure my father put on outside, and how many people looked at him? All of this is because of you, the power of grass. Xiaobao roared angrily.

But soon Xiaobao felt a little strange, it stands to reason that he has only been a few days since he crossed into the other world, and the previous grievances can be said to have nothing to do with his own half a dime, even if he absorbs the power of his own writing, it is only a few days of cultivation, and he can't afford to blow his beard and stare at this white-bearded old man, scolding his father and scolding his mother.

However, Xiaobao's angry roar just now was obviously beyond his own emotional control, and the reason for this situation may be due to the dormant soul in his body, or after fusing the memory of that soul, he also inherited the former's emotions, so it led to a big explosion of emotions later.

But no matter what, the scolding has already been scolded, and it is difficult to collect the water, Xiaobao has no intention of apologizing, so he stares coldly at the old man in front of him.

The old man was scolded, and seemed to take it for granted, perhaps because he really felt guilty in his heart, so the old man didn't care, and still looked at Xiaobao with a smile.

"Little doll, don't be so angry, if it weren't for the adversity experience in the past few years, where would you have the forbearance and city government you have now? As the saying goes, the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, and empty their bodies......"

"Okay, I don't have time to listen to what you say, so I'll ask you, how can you compensate me? As a great writer, you still steal the fruits of children's cultivation, if you spread it, won't you be ruined and stinking for 10,000 years? Xiaobao stared at the white-bearded old man and said angrily.

The white-bearded old man didn't expect that Xiaobao was so young that his speech was really sharp enough, and he couldn't help but feel a little chill in his back.

"Compensate you? What compensation do you want? The white-bearded old man asked.

"It's very simple, since you are a great writer, then teach me some good cultivation methods, and then give me some high-grade exercises, by the way, give me some heavenly treasures or something, so that I can also live forever." Xiaobao made so many requests in one breath that the white-bearded old man rolled his eyes when he heard it.

"You little doll, are you going to rob a bank? High-grade exercises, a poem costs hundreds of millions of gold coins, and the treasures of heaven and earth are even more sky-high, even if I am a writer, it is impossible to bring these things with me casually, right? What's even more infuriating is that you think it's easy to live forever? Can you cultivate casually? Dream on you! The white-bearded old man rolled his eyes and turned his back to look at Xiaobao no more.

Xiaobao scratched his head, thinking to himself, could it be that I made a high offer?

"Then how do you say to compensate me?" Xiaobao looked at the white-bearded old man and asked, speaking in a tone that did not back down at all, as if the white-bearded old man owed him a great favor.

"Little doll, do you want to be an alchemist?" The white-bearded old man did not answer Xiaobao's question, but asked rhetorically with another very tempting question.

Xiaobao was slightly stunned, and looked at the old man strangely, "Alchemist? ”

"Yes, alchemist in Wendou Continent is an extremely scarce profession, a good pair of pills can not only promote the cultivation of the power of writing, but also play a role in strengthening the body, warming bones and tendons, you are also a clan family, presumably you should also know this, right?" The white-bearded old man asked with a smile.

Xiaobao heard the white-bearded old man say this, and remembered the precious medicine in the family - the Heart Nourishing Pill, which is said to be a second-grade alchemist refining the pill, the effect is wonderful, if a child-level person takes it, the power of writing will directly improve the strength of a whole rank, and it is regarded as a treasure by the family, and its value is also quite expensive, it is said that the Heart Nourishing Pill was exchanged by the previous patriarch for 100,000 gold coins.

You must know that in the Wendou Continent, one gold coin is equal to ten silver coins, one silver coin is equal to ten copper coins, one copper coin can buy two steamed buns, and one hundred thousand gold coins are enough to buy a mansion on the most prosperous street in Uno City.

It can be seen that the value of the pill in the Wendou Continent is definitely a rare thing with no price.

"So you can also refine the Heart Nourishing Pill?" Xiaobao asked in surprise.

Hearing this, the old man rolled his eyes disdainfully, "Heart Raising Pill? That kind of junk medicine, I stopped refining it N years ago. ”

Hearing the white-bearded old man say this, Xiaobao was stunned, a Heart Nourishing Pill was worth 100,000 gold coins, and he actually said that it was a junk medicine? So what kind of medicine is not garbage?

"Little doll, I'll just ask you if you want to be an alchemist, and give me a happy word." The old man asked impatiently.

Xiaobao nodded hurriedly, "Think about it, but I haven't learned alchemy before, how can I refine medicine?" ”

"You don't care about this, in short, kneel down and kowtow to me three times, and make a bowing ceremony, and from now on you will be my old man's closed disciple." The old man stroked his beard, sat cross-legged in the void, looked at Xiaobao and said.

"What? Do you still want to kowtow to the apprentice? ”

"Nonsense, what kind of apprenticeship is this if you don't kowtow?" The white-bearded old man said solemnly.

Xiaobao had no choice but to kneel down and kowtow three times, and this apprenticeship was completed.

"Hey, old man, now that you've finished worshipping the teacher, hurry up and teach me how to refine medicine." Xiaobao got up and shouted.

"Knock ......" was another muffled sound, Xiaobao's head was knocked again, and the white-bearded old man almost tilted his nose when he heard him call himself an old man.

"Little rabbit, it's a teacher, not an old man." The white-bearded old man rolled his eyelids angrily, this kid climbed on his head just after worshipping the teacher, he was really not big or small. (To be continued......)