Su Yangxuan didn't understand this part, as the contemporary head of the Chaotic Shenhai, he didn't have time to learn this piece, and only by focusing on cultivation could he maintain the position of the Chaotic Shenhai.

But that doesn't mean he can't read.

A few pages of scratch paper in his hand are simply seamlessly connected to Nanhuangtong's "Breaking Through the Wilderness".

It's hard to imagine that this is a first-time writer, or a young man who knows his own roots.

Song Ren did so well on the music network that he was loved by countless fans, and he even helped his daughter write a lot of music, and was busy filming serials, and this time he even attracted the praise of the dynasty with a military song.

These are enough to see that Song Ren must have worked hard in music, how can he still have the energy to learn to write?

When he came to the island of Nanhuangtong, Nanhuangtong was about to leave, go to the Heavenly Demon Sea, find his junior brother Su Beiqiu, and discuss the next suggestions of the book together.

"Yang Xuan, why are you here?" Nan Huangtong was cleaning up the messy pieces of paper he had made on his desk, with all kinds of foreshadowing he had made.

Su Yangxuan came quickly and hurriedly handed over a few pieces of paper in his hand: "Uncle Nanhuang, take a look." ”

Nan Huangtong was puzzled, but he still took it, and as he browsed line by line, his brows, which had been frowning for many days, slowly relaxed, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and even when he saw the end, he was even short of breath.

On the last page, Nanhuangtong looked at Su Yangxuan with scarlet eyes: "Who wrote this?" ”

Seeing this, Su Yangxuan's heart was settled.

"Uncle Nanhuang, can you say this?"

Nan Huangtong lowered his head and looked at this page of paper: "I can't imagine that someone can continue to write so well, in addition to reading me thoroughly, there is also an extremely solid writing foundation and unbridled imagination, it's just too good."

To tell you the truth, after I read these few chapters, I still have a little enlightenment, and I even vaguely know how to write next, is it my junior brother who came secretly, and I am still about to go to him. ”

Su Yangxuan shook his head: "Mr. Beiqiu didn't come over, you may not believe it when you say it, this is what Song Ren's guy just wrote, I doubt that he has revised it, and there are typos on it." ”

Song Ren appeared outside under the name of Song Yu, but Su Youwei and Su Yangxuan had seen him in Ping'an City early on, and he appeared under the name of Song Ren at that time, so they were used to it.

Nan Huangtong was stunned again, recalling the appearance of meeting that kid at the dinner table yesterday, and then looking at the old spicy words in his hand, he couldn't think of anything with him.

Didn't he make music with that girl from Youwei, and when did he learn to do it?

But it didn't matter, he had to go to this kid and see what he wrote next.

Time is already running out.

…………

What Su Youwei was worried about still happened, but after a while, Nan Huangtong and his father appeared in front of them, but Song Ren was very calm and not surprised at all.

Jokes, the five whites of the Central Plains can be sent there, and the text of the potato is very attractive, and the plot is also superb, but it's a pity that the next few books in him always continue the previous routine, which makes him quite regretful.

But no matter what, "Dou Po" is his pinnacle, and even when Song Ren left Ping'an City and gave Mr. Wen Yuan a little bit of divorce, he entered the boutique, and now many people are imitating this kind of slap in the face.

"Grandpa Nanhuang, it's all Song Ren's nonsense, don't take it seriously." Su Youwei was the first to explain.

Song Ren took a step forward and solemnly saluted the two of them: "Senior Nanhuang, I have studied your books carefully, and even made a lot of notes, and I am also trying to write, if you believe me, I will try to write in the future, if you can use it, use it, and if you don't use it, I will play with it as a kid."

If something really happens to this book in the follow-up, I will take all the responsibility, if it succeeds, the honor is also yours, and the younger generations outside are absolutely tight-lipped and don't say a word. ”

Seeing Song Ren's statement, Su You came over anxiously and lowered her voice: "Do you know what nonsense you are talking about?" ”

No matter how much you want to practice, you won't be able to practice with those fine books, books by saint writers.

Although newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, is the springboard you choose too high?

Nanhuang Tong and Su Yangxuan glanced at each other, and then said, "Can you tell me why?" ”

When Song Ren heard this, he looked at Su Youwei, who was close at hand, and suddenly smiled: "No reason, I just want to write, as long as the seniors don't dislike it." ”

Su Youwei looked at Song Ren's appearance and muttered softly, 'Fool'.

Nanhuang Tong said directly: "Okay, I won't tell you, I am very satisfied with the continuation of what you wrote, if you can really continue to write, and ensure the quality and quantity, and even succeed in completing the book, whether it is a humanoid god or not, I will promise you a condition that I can do on behalf of the Chaos God Sea." ”

Su Yangxuan on the side also nodded: "Uncle Nanhuang's words are my words." ”

The weight of a promise given by a huge force comparable to that of a dynasty is quite heavy.

Song Ren's eyes also lit up, and this unexpected gain?

He subconsciously looked at Su Youwei.

Su Youwei was stunned for a moment, and her face suddenly turned red.

Su Yangxuan also hurriedly said: "Boy, you can do what you can, don't go too far." ”

Song Ren rolled his eyelids and muttered in a low voice, "I didn't say anything, how do you feel like you are writing me a blank check." ”

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, I'll tell you when I'm done thinking about it later, let's write it down first," Song Ren said after he finished speaking, turned directly to his desk and began to write with a pen.

Nan Huangtong was stunned: "What are you doing?" ”

"Write and write."

"No, shouldn't you talk to me about your opinion first, or what I have in mind about the next story? I'm the original author. ”

"No need to discuss, I have my own outline, some books are just the more discussed, the more I care about other people's opinions, so I write nondescript, and I can't even write, you just treat me as a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, after writing, you think those need to be revised and then modified, anyway, when the time comes, it will depend on you to write online."

After Song Ren finished speaking, he began to write in a huge way, and a little bit of divine thought kept flipping through the subsequent chapters of "Dou Po".

Several people were stunned, shouldn't they write well and then brew, why does this kid feel like it's time to eat, sitting and writing directly?

Nanhuangtong came closer, and saw that Song Ren's writing was extremely smooth, and the pen was too ugly, but the words were too ugly, and he didn't practice much kung fu in words at first glance, and he was a pure newcomer.

This is not to blame Song Ren, who writes well with a brush in these years, he was used to typing in his previous life, and some words can't be written.

Usually writing even the pen has been eliminated early, using a gel pen, who still uses a brush.