At the end of a week's vacation.

As soon as Zhao Ya's family returned home to Rongcheng, they met Liu Gang, who had been waiting in Rongcheng for three days.

Liu Gang, who was dressed very formally, came to discuss some contract details with Zheng Peipei in the name of China Literature, but this was just his excuse, his real purpose was Zhao Ya.

After the two finished talking about the details of the contract, when Liu Gang got up to leave, he said sincerely: "Teacher Zheng, I am also a Go enthusiast and admire your daughter very much, can you have a few words with her?" ”

"Then you wait a minute." Zheng Peipei thought for a while, then knocked on the door of her daughter's room, "Xiaoya, this Uncle Liu wants to talk to you a few words." ”

"Okay." Zhao Ya was in the house just now, and he had already heard that there was something wrong with this Liu Gang, although it was true that he was the editor of China Literature.com, but he probably didn't come specifically to exchange contracts with his mother, and now his fox tail was finally revealed.

Zhao Ya looked directly at Liu Gang, wanting to see his purpose from his eyes.

Being stared at like this, Liu Gang had a feeling of being seen through, and his heart was slightly shocked, and then he thought of the purpose of his trip, calmed himself down, and said with a smile: "Teacher Zhao Ya, I used to be the editor in charge of Sansheng III, it's really a coincidence, I saw your Go ID, so I left you a message, I hope you can see it." ”

"Oh, I see, do you have anything else?" Zhao Ya nodded, obviously this Liu Gang guessed something.

"No, I hope I can help you." After Liu Gang finished speaking, he smiled at Zheng Peipei and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zheng, I'll leave now." ”

"Okay, then you go slowly, don't send it." Although Zheng Peipei didn't know what this Liu Gang wanted to say to her daughter, she still had a good impression of this polite man.

Especially when he is a teacher, he has a very humble attitude towards her, which makes Zheng Peipei, who has not yet experienced fame, feel very comfortable.

Seeing Liu Gang leaving, Zheng Peipei didn't speak, Zhao Ya asked first, "Mom, what do you think of this editor Liu Gang?" ”

"It's not bad, I think people are very enthusiastic and positive, I have seen an editor of China Literature before, and he is not as good as this Liu Gang." Zheng Peipei said.

"Mom, then I'll contact this editor Liu Gang for my next book and let him take charge of everything." Although Zhao Ya hasn't read Liu Gang's message yet, she almost knows the meaning.

Remembering that she used the author's name of Sansheng III to write the book, this Liu Gang is also quite dedicated, helped her a lot, and the cooperation is very pleasant.

"Okay, just this Liu Gang, if I change the editor, what should I do?" Zheng Peipei asked.

"It's very simple, when the time comes, I'll contact him, just let him arrange it." After Zhao Ya finished speaking, she returned to her house.

On casual days, time always flies.

Half of the summer vacation has passed unconsciously, and it has entered August.

Zhao Ya's life is very peaceful, in addition to meditating and cultivating every day, she just hangs out with her parents and younger brothers.

Just in case, Zhao Ya has already found time to brush out a new book of 2 million words "Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning".

The spiritual map of the spiritual space has reached its full value and is slowly growing.

A few days ago, Zhao Yajun participated in another national competition and easily won the championship, and Zhao Ya's spiritual map increased by 30.

Xu Jing and her parents traveled abroad again, this time it is said that they plan to go to Africa to experience it, and they don't know if they will be tanned when they come back.

"Looks like it's coming." Zhao Ya raised her eyebrows slightly, the shock of the spiritual space this time was much greater than the previous times, and Zhao Ya had a sense of it a day in advance.

Although it was morning, Zhao Ya sat quietly at the head of the bed, waiting for the spiritual space to shake.

"Bang ......" As if something was broken in the spiritual space, Zhao Ya felt a throbbing pain in her spirit, and then hundreds of spirit maps shattered.

This time it was much more violent than the previous three times, and it was the first time that Zhao Ya felt a mental tingle.

Zhao Ya cheered up, calmed her mind and looked at the remaining spiritual map of the spiritual space.

There are still 1,146 spirit maps left.

The original full value of 1582 spirit maps was sharply reduced by 436 at once, seeing this number, Zhao Ya was slightly stunned, if you add the first three times this time, it will be just a thousand spirit maps.

"Could it be that what does the meaning of these thousand spiritual maps lost by the spiritual space shock represent?" Zhao Ya was thinking in her heart, and suddenly sensed a new change in the spiritual space.

All the remaining spirit maps in the space began to slowly gather towards the center.

"What's going on?" Zhao Ya saw that all the spirit diagrams were converging, as if they wanted to condense into something, and she was both curious and a little worried in her heart.

Zhao Ya tried to mobilize the spirit maps, wanting to keep the spirit maps from converging to the center, and found that although she could successfully delay the convergence of these spirit maps, as soon as her consciousness left, those spirit maps converged towards the center again.

"It's always going to come, so I'll help it." After Zhao Ya figured it out, she used her consciousness to mobilize the spirit maps and speed up the convergence of all the spirit maps to the center.

With Zhao Ya's full help, it took nearly two hours for these spiritual maps to gather in the center.

Looking at the spirit maps that all gathered together and began to fuse, Zhao Ya secretly said in her heart, it seems that she did not guess wrong, the thousand spirit maps that she lost before were not dissipated, but used by some kind of existence in the spiritual space.

Now it's finally time for this being to manifest itself.

"What the hell could it be?" Zhao Ya had gradually calmed down, and her consciousness was focused on the object condensed by more than a thousand spirit diagrams.

Although it has been successfully gathered, the speed of fusion is very slow, and after Zhao Ya has eaten lunch, the fusion spirit map has not yet had an obvious shape.

But the outermost layer has formed a shiny film, which is wrapped in countless fragments of the spirit map, which at first glance looks like a garbage bag made of plastic wrap.

It's just that this garbage bag is still squirming, crushing the fragments of the spirit map inside again, and slowly fusing into the outer film, making the film thicker and thicker.

After watching it for a while, Zhao Ya felt that she couldn't help, and she also felt that this thing wouldn't take shape at all in a few hours, so she simply ignored it.

Zhao Ya turned on the computer, watched chess on the Internet, and found that her chess strength had not decreased at all, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hopefully it's a good thing." Zhao Ya could clearly sense that this thing was not a threat to her, but in a vigilant mentality, she was not completely defenseless.

A private space that originally belonged to her, suddenly appeared with something that she didn't know what to say, how could Zhao Ya rest assured.

By ten o'clock in the evening, the film garbage bags in the spiritual space had merged into a gray and opaque dough bag.

"Help me ......" A deep and clear voice came from the noodle bag into Zhao Ya's heart.

"Who are you?" Zhao Ya had been paying attention to the noodle bag condensed by this spirit diagram, and now it was finally time to communicate with it.