Listening to the conversation between the two girls, Xiaobao felt a lot, in the Wendou Continent, if a person has no literary talent, even women will look down on you, if you want to be a successful man, if you want to live a beautiful life, you must work hard to improve your writing power, and move towards a higher goal.

Soon after, two girls came to the house, these two girls are called Cui'er, one is called Ping'er, is Xiaobao's companion, usually also serves Xiaobao's food and clothing, the girl named Cui'er is fourteen years old this year, looks beautiful and beautiful, the girl called Ping'er is thirteen years old this year, well-behaved and lovely, both girls are considered beautiful girls, white as jade, bright eyes and bright teeth, if they grow up in the future, they are definitely a top beauty embryo, Xiaobao is very fond of it.

Although the two girls just now unabashedly expressed their contempt for Xiaobao's waste wood, however, Xiaobao does not resent them, whether it is the Wendou Continent or the earth where Xiaobao lived in his previous life, people always can't help but hate the poor and love the rich, talented people will be respected and looked up to, I have never heard of someone bowing down to incompetent people, so if you want to win the respect of others, you must first strengthen yourself.

Because of the experience of two lives, Xiaobao still has a certain talent in learning, especially in literature, and his talent is outstanding, but through the memories fused in his mind, Xiaobao also found that there are still many differences between the Wendou Continent and the earth in the previous life, for example, in the previous life, literature was just an abstract concept, nothing more than several forms of poetry and songs, and the role was nothing more than to cultivate sentiment. It's just lyrical, but in the Wendou Continent, these abstract concepts seem to be able to be turned into entities. For example, after the power of writing reaches a certain level, splashing ink can actually replace the blade in combat, and poetry and poetry can be used as exercises, and with the improvement of strength, this power evolved from writing will become stronger. It is said that a person with the strength of a jinshi, with a stroke of his pen, can easily destroy a heavily armed hundred-man infantry team. A person who is a scholar of the palace can shake the city and make the river flow backwards.

Other words. In the Wendou Continent. Improving writing is not only to improve one's own literary talent, but more importantly, to enhance one's own comprehensive strength, which is why the Wendou Continent has been respecting literature over martial arts for thousands of years.

And to improve the power of writing, the most important thing is to practice the pen, no matter how good the article, it can only be put into words. in order to show the charm, the same poem. If you write it in different words, the mood is very different.

In the Wendou Continent, if poetry and poetry are equivalent to exercises, then the power of writing is the real internal strength, the stronger the internal strength, the greater the power of the exercises, on the contrary, if the internal strength is weak, I am afraid that even if the cultivation of the best exercises, it is still a tyrannical thing, and it will not be able to exert its power.

Generally speaking, children should start practicing the use of brushes from the age of four or five, and according to the difference in age and strength, the pens used by literati are also slightly different.

For example, people at the level of Tongsheng and Xiucai use Zhu Pen, and the strength of literati at this level is not strong enough, so they can only use Zhu Bi that is light in quality and easy to control.

When you reach the level of lifting people and jinshi, your strength has been greatly enhanced, and you can use iron pens with better quality and power.

If you reach the level of a bachelor, you can use a more powerful copper pen......

And so on, the stronger the strength, but the better the quality of the four treasures used, the greater the power in the battle.

The script of the Wendou Continent is also slightly different from the script of the earth where Xiaobao lived in his previous life, and the script used by Xiaobao in his previous life is a simplified version called hieroglyphs, that is, that kind of writing is developed from the earliest hieroglyphs, while the script of the Wendou Continent is slightly different, called pictograms.

The so-called pictograms not only have the characteristics of pictographs, but also have a certain degree of ideological relevance.

That is to say, when writing words in the Wendou Continent, it is not only the strength of one's own arms and wrists that is mobilized, but more importantly, the mobilization of spiritual power, that is, the mobilization of ideas, through which the words of the pen are organically combined with the content to be expressed, so as to achieve the magical effect of heaven, earth, and man.

Of course, these are really difficult for beginners, you need to persevere and continue to work hard to cultivate, the most important thing is talent, although the definition of genius is 99% effort plus 1% talent, but, for people who want to become a genius, the role of 1% talent is far greater than 99% effort, because if you don't have this 1% talent, you won't even have the possibility of becoming a genius.

Although Xiao Bao never doubted his literary talent, he still had a trace of worry after encountering the strange cultivation method of the Wendou Continent, after all, he had never cultivated spiritual power in his previous life, and it can also be said that the current Xiao Bao and the master of this body were in exactly the same situation before their lives.

If you don't want to continue to be looked down upon, and you don't want to shame the whole family because of yourself, Xiaobao has only one way to go, that is, to constantly work hard to improve his writing skills and reach the realm of childhood as soon as possible.

After a few days of cultivation, Xiaobao's body finally gradually recovered, during this period Xiaobao's father Wang Shichang in the other world came a few times, although he didn't say much, but his eyes were very warm, after all, it was a father and son, although his son was really a waste of firewood, but Wang Shichang still couldn't bear to give up his son like this, after all, his son was only seven years old this year.

"Xiaobao, have a good rest, you are still young, and there will be opportunities in the future." Wang Shichang touched Xiaobao's head, and sighed after speaking.

Wang Shichang doesn't know how many times he has said this sentence, but every time he is encouraged, it is like a bamboo basket of water, Xiaobao has never given him even a little surprise, and now, when Wang Shichang said this sentence again, he was already numb, at best, it was just a comforting word, and there was no hope in it at all.

Xiaobao can see Wang Shichang's helpless eyes, because of the fusion of the memory of the owner of the body, Xiaobao also knows that Wang Shichang has encouraged him countless times before, and feels that this Wang Shichang is a good father with a very sense of responsibility, plus Wang Shichang's appearance is surprisingly similar to Wang Le, and he is also meticulous about himself, which makes Xiaobao's heart feel warm, but even so, if you want Xiaobao to call him father so quickly, I'm afraid it's still a little difficult.

Xiaobao nodded lightly, and didn't say anything, because it's useless to say anything now, if you really want to make Wang Shichang happy, only with your own practical actions can you prove that 10,000 beautiful empty words are not as good as doing something real.

In the evening, the moon and stars were scarce, and Xiaobao stood in the study, holding a pen and wanting to write, but no matter how hard Xiaobao tried, he couldn't combine his spiritual power with the words under his pen, because the cultivation of writing in the Wendou Continent was really much more difficult than the simple cultivation of calligraphy in his previous life.

Xiaobao writes a wind word, but he doesn't even feel the slightest wind, and he can't feel the warmth when he writes a fire word, no matter how many words Xiaobao writes, it seems to be doing useless work, and he can't combine words with things in nature.

From the evening until late at night, Xiaobao wrote for two hours, his little hands were tired and sore, and the sweat on his forehead dried again and again, forming a thin layer of salt, as if a veil had been covered on his forehead.

Looking at the dense handwriting on the paper, Xiaobao sighed helplessly, "Is the title of waste going to wear on my head for the rest of my life?" Why did I try so hard to write to no avail? ”

However, at this moment, on the ring finger of Xiaobao's left hand, an inconspicuous ring suddenly emitted a strange light, but the light was very weak, and Xiaobao didn't find it.

Looking at the "fruits of labor" that had wasted half a day's effort, Xiaobao shook his head helplessly, "Hey, take your time, no one is born a genius." ”

The next day, as soon as the sky was bright, Xiaobao got up and came to the study, although he slept late last night and has not rested yet, but, in order to improve his level as soon as possible, Xiaobao feels that now is not the time to be lazy.

A person picked up the pen and began to write on the paper again, although it still had no effect, but Xiaobao did not give up at all, and still tried to persevere, from the early morning to the scorching noon, and then to the cold wind at night.

In the evening, Xiaobao looked at the pile of waste paper piled up next to the table, and was very depressed, no matter how hard Xiaobao tried, but it seemed to have no effect, so that Xiaobao began to wonder if the power of writing in the Wendou Continent really existed?

If it existed, why did he work so hard to cultivate, but it didn't even have the slightest effect?

Just as Xiaobao was pondering, outside the study, a crisp and sweet, heaven-like voice suddenly came.

"Brother Xiaobao......"

Xiaobao's heart moved, and he followed the prestige, only to see that at the door of the study, an extremely beautiful little girl was looking at herself with her big eyes, the little girl looked extremely sweet, and even Pei Xiaoting in her previous life was far behind, a beautiful hibiscus face, neatly arranged with delicate facial features, bright eyes and bright teeth, red lips and white teeth, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a fairy-like little sister.

Xiao Bao He had seen such a beautiful little girl, and he couldn't help but look straight and stunned.

When the little girl saw Xiaobao like this, her pretty face was covered with a lovely flush, and her beautiful eyes also had a bit of a shy look, which was even more charming. (To be continued......)