As night crept up, Wang Tian's target tree was a sturdy plane tree.

Under the sycamore tree, Wang Tian stretched out his left hand, gently touched the fat trunk of the sycamore tree, and started to dry, after a few seconds, there was obviously a spiritual flow at the root of the sycamore tree slowly upstream, and then it was picked up by his left hand, although the speed of the spiritual energy entering was very slow, but at this time, Wang Tian obviously knew that the amount of spiritual energy he could absorb had increased compared with before.

The spiritual qi flow entered the arm from the left hand, and it was undoubtedly transmitted to the mud pill palace at the end, and at this time, there was already a thin layer of spiritual qi in the mud pill palace, and the supply of the spiritual qi flow was not over.

"Mom, that person is touching a tree for something. Motionless? ”

"Kid, that uncle might have something wrong with his head."

The child sitting on a bench in the community asked his mother, and his mother's explanation made Wang Tian really bitter.

Yes, how can a normal person not touch a tree for more than half an hour and remain motionless, but what can be done?

Others can't see their own harvesting of aura, and it is impossible for them to give up picking aura, because they are misunderstood and laughed at.

Finally, when the aura in the small jar reached a quarter, the replenishment of the aura on the sycamore tree ended. When Wang Tian re-chose a willow tree at this time, thinking about continuing to collect spirits, the fact is that the willow tree, including some other trees, cannot continue to collect spirits, and today's spiritual energy picking seems to be enough.

Cleaning up his mood, Wang Tian went upstairs with the aura that had been picked up in a quarter of a small jar.

Fang Chenggong rented a house with two strangers, and those two people were almost not at home when they worked night shifts at night, so now Fang Chenggong is the only one in the family.

Opening the door and seeing Wang Tian, Fang Chenggong's two godless eyes barely raised, "You're here?" ”

"I'm here, if I don't come again, I guess I won't be able to see you alive, what's wrong with you, it's only been two days since you saw your unkempt, you haven't washed your face, right?"

Fang Chenggong's decadent appearance can be seen by anyone, and when Wang Tian said this, Fang Chenggong sighed again and again. "Don't say it, I thought that this novel of rebirth and literary flow could be popular, who knew that it was another huge pit."

"Besides, I haven't been inspired to paint for the past two days, and tomorrow is the preliminary round of the painting competition, and I haven't thought of a suitable work yet."

"What do you say? Tomorrow's preliminary drawing competition, why didn't anyone tell me? Wang Tian was a little confused.

"No one told you? This is posted on the school's billboard.,The whole school should know the way.,That's right.,Your kid hasn't been in school for the past two days.,No wonder you don't know the way.。 But it doesn't matter, you still have to worry about the preliminary round, and you can hand in a pair of them casually. ”

Fang Chenggong is right, just by virtue of the outstanding record of defeating Fang Yi some time ago, Wang Tian will be able to pass the test, as long as there are works, the enthusiastic votes of the students will also make Wang Tian win.

"I can escort it, so can you, you and I are at the same level."

"That's right, I'm not nervous about painting, but novels, my novels carry so much hope for me, carry so many ambitions for me, and now the collection and recommendation votes are still so little, this is definitely the rhythm of Tiananmen."

Between the words, Fang Chenggong and Wang Tian had already entered Fang Chenggong's room, and they had seen Fang Chenggong's achievements with their own eyes.

Indeed, how to say this achievement, the basic accumulation is hopeless, and the reluctance to put it on the shelf is also mixed with a subsistence allowance, the kind of full attendance, the pressure of life cannot be relieved at all, not to mention the destruction of the body and soul, the most important thing is that the passion for creation will be extinguished with time.

"Cut it."

Wang Tian's words are short but full of power, each novel is like the author's child, Fang Chenggong looked at the novel, and his eyes were inexplicably managed.

"Cut? You call me too. Imprisoned? ”

"I'm sorry to the readers, even if you have such a result on the shelves, the subscription is one or two hundred, and it is difficult for you to rely on novels to support yourself, let alone become famous."

Wang Tian told the truth, although Fang Chenggong was reluctant, he still entered the author's background.

When Fang Chenggong struggled to organize the "eunuch" testimonial, Wang Tian's head was also faintly sad, a young man who loves literary creation, one book after another hit the street, this is a heavy blow to the other party's success, Wang Tian didn't want to help his brother think of a god idea, Wang Tian knew that Fang Chenggong's writing was absolutely no problem, the key was the lack of an idea, a creativity.

I don't know if Lu Dao is thinking too much, between Wang Tian's concentration, the aura of the Mud Pill Palace actually came out, this time, it did not go around any arm, but directly followed Wang Tian's thoughts to the direction of the brain, although it was also hindered by a certain channel, but at the end, there was still a strong warm current added to Wang Tian's brain.

At that moment, Wang Tian felt that he had entered a world of fiction in his mind, and in an instant, almost three or five ideas jumped out at the same time.

Wireless fire, you can write about gynecological anesthesiologists, the beginning is in the gynecological operating room...

You can write about the reborn god-level loser, and write about the loser's leisure, the more the loser the richer and the more blessed,

Wireless fire, yin...

…

A series of ideas, Wang Tian has not completely recorded them, and the next second, the channel came to an abrupt end, and the ideas of those novels suddenly blew like a night of wind, and suddenly disappeared.

However, despite being gone, Wang Tian had already relied on the fragments of his memory to write down two of his ideas.

"Orange, have you sent a testimonial?"

"It's done." Fang Chenggong wanted to cry, his children could not grow up healthily, and Fang Chenggong hated his limited level.

"Then you can hurry up and create a new work."

"New work? But I haven't figured out what to write yet. Fang Chenggong looked puzzled.

"You're going to write a book of gynecologic anesthesiologists."

"Gynecologic anesthesiologist?"

Fang Chenggong knew that now it happened to be a wireless essay plan, and he originally wanted to create an essay on wireless fire, but it sounds a bit particular about the name. "How?"

"Gynecological anesthesiologist, you start with an anesthesiologist working in the gynecological operating room, a beautiful girl who is responsible for anesthesia and abortion, and then the anesthesiologist has a medical ethics system, and if you come into contact with a beautiful girl, you can get task rewards, such as distributing anesthetics or something."

"Hey, this sounds good, the first chapter, anesthetize the beautiful girls, see the white butts of the beauties, and the secrets... Then use this medical ethics system to open the full text, and continue to triumph with the girl, playful, very good creativity. ”

"It's good, the key is that the name of the actor must be good."

"What's the name?"

"Let's call it Zibo." Wang Tian said, leaning on the fragments of his memory.

"Qi Bo, good name, good name, it's really yellow and obscene. Zo, then I'll give it a try, it just so happens that there is an urban wireless essay here. "------------------------------------------- second update, ask for praise, ask for recommendation votes. Thank you for the support of the ticket!