Visions from heaven, in the past ten years, they have seen it three times, but it is only the description of the title of the book, but they have seen the signs that the characters in the book have turned fiction into reality.

In other words, the potential of this book, at least in the Liufang novel, because only in the Liufang novel, something in the book can be turned into reality, and really come out of it, like a god, and become a barrier to protect mankind.

Of course, whether you can get out in the future depends on the content behind the book, and it is not certain, but this is an opportunity, I haven't seen it for many years, and a liufang novel has been born.

Many people even have a kind of author, don't update too fast, don't 100,000 words a day, change slowly, ensure quality and quantity, portray the characters in the book, and deter the demon clan.

Now that there are few gods and artifacts in the Heavenly Book Emperor Pavilion, many of them have completely dissipated in the battles, but there is no more birth of the Holy Book and the Emperor Book.

Of course, there was such a hope, and then the demon clan took the lead in finding the person who wrote the book and killed him, which became a big loss for the human race.

At this moment, everyone is thinking about this author who has the ability to fight me, including the people of the demon clan who are far away in various mysterious forbidden places......

But for Song Ren, he didn't know anything about all this, because after copying the thirtieth chapter, he directly screamed in pain, and the system even turned off all the content behind "Zhu Xian", scolding and scolding.

"You don't want to die, the novel is written with the heart as the pen and God as the ink, do you think your spiritual power is great, there is a lot of ink, don't you see that I still use it, it directly woke me up, I was too greedy, almost exhausted, now, at least ten days you can't write a word, you deserve it."

The system scolded and looked very angry, it was still sleeping and repairing, and suddenly it was like a fish running out of water, almost suffocating to death.

Looking at it again, the host kid is crazy to update, and his mental power is directly sluggish, and at this moment, seeing him covering his brain, he doesn't bother to pay attention to it.

Song Ren regretted it, it hurt too much, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his brain, he had known that he would update 10,000 words a day, step by step, just release 80,000 words at a time, and if he didn't update it for ten days, he would suffer from this pain, and he would lose a lot of money.

There is no one to replace such pain, and Song Ren's painful sweating profusely has only weakened for half an hour.

"Then, didn't you say it earlier, didn't I pay you back the 100,000 yuan of silver in order to enter the boutique channel earlier, otherwise why would I be in such a hurry." Song Ren patted his head panting, leaning on the edge of the bed, sweating profusely, and unable to speak.

But everything was quiet, and the system didn't know where it had died.

After waiting for a while, the sound of my father calling for dinner came from outside, and after some torture, coupled with the breakthrough not long ago, Song Ren was really hungry.

"What's wrong with you, your face is so white, are you sick, son, don't scare me, did you lie to me, you sold your kidney," At the dinner table, Song Rentou was startled, and quickly put down the dishes and chopsticks, and lifted Song Ren's waist to see.

Song Ren's cheeks twitched: "Dad, what do you think, I just didn't sleep well last night and was sleepy." ”

Song Rentou breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his son's waist was smooth and intact and there were no scars: "I thought you went to the black market to sell your kidneys and didn't sleep well?" No wonder you didn't get up until now, and when your father was rich, he would take you to Mr. Wenyuan and ask him to teach you the essentials of writing novels. ”

"Huh?" Song Ren was stunned for a moment and looked at his father.

Song Ren put the dishes in the bowl: "Isn't it a surprise, how good it is to write novels, you see that on [Tiandi Zhihu Network], there are so many literati and rioters, everyone is working hard to write good novels."

After writing, not only can you make money with manuscript fees, but you can also be rewarded by the network spirit of the website, and even have a magic pill for cultivation, if you can cultivate at that time, even if you don't sleep for a few days and nights, it's fine. ”

"Dad, you also know the way of cultivation?" Song Ren was secretly refreshed in his heart, your son I am already a heavy heaven in the Qi Pulse Realm, and he has already become a member of the thousands of cultivation troops.

"Nonsense, of course I know, I haven't eaten pork and haven't seen a pig run, son, I feel more and more that writing a good novel is a very good way out, maybe it can improve our lives, just like today, just now, did you see the announcement of Tiandi Zhihu Network." Song Rentou seemed to have thought of something, his eyes were full of light and envy.

"What?" Song Ren was puzzled, he had either broken through his cultivation and fainted before, or he had exploded 80,000 words in a row, his mental strength was sluggish, and he was dying in pain, what kind of report, why hadn't he seen it?

"I know that I haven't seen it for several years, high-quality novels, someone has written a high-quality novel, which means that you can watch it for a fee, how much money do you have to make, even if someone copies it later and sends it to ordinary people for free......"

As soon as Song Rentou said this, he suddenly slapped the table: "Haha, why am I so stupid, except for the sage and the emperor, it cannot be copied with the power of mortals, and even the strict control of Liufang and Qianqiu Wen, but fine novels can."

The other high-quality texts have already been sold, and the price is not expensive, and we are already lagging behind, but this high-quality novel was just selected today, but I don't know how many words it is.

Big business, big business, son, don't you know, how many people have no money and can't read high-quality novels, and how many people have never cultivated, and their spiritual power can't enter the ranks of high-quality novels, or they can't watch them for a long time.

But what does our family do, the one who makes jade discs, as long as you spend money to find a senior who cultivates, let him burn the words he sees, and then we will sort it out a little, and then send it, you know, now all the disclenders in the entire Ping'an City closed down a few years ago, and now there is only one of us, and when the time comes, there will be money for you to keep your name to Mr. Xiang Wenyuan. ”

Seeing that his father was so excited, Song Ren also came to his senses: "Dad, did you say that you are doing pirated novels?" It's good, it's just, isn't it a little immoral? After all, it was written with painstaking efforts. ”

Song Ren thought of the pain in his brain from copying books, and it was indeed a painstaking effort.

The excitement in Song Ren's eyes had not yet dissipated, and then he solemnly patted Song Ren's shoulder and said seriously: "Do you want to eat such a meal at once?" ”

Song Ren looked at today's sumptuous meal on the table, this was the best he had eaten in the past two months, and it tasted amazing.

Faced with his father's inquiry, he nodded without hesitation: "Yes!" ”

"Look at this dilapidated house, even the neighbor rat family who has lived for ten generations has moved away, the only thing that remains is those mosquitoes that are reluctant to us, there is no ice cube to cool down, aren't you hot at night? Don't you want to change to a bigger house? Song Rentou said again.

Song Ren's eyes also lit up at this moment, thinking about the hard days of these two months, and the nasty mosquito buzzing at night, his eyes began to glow green like a wolf.

"I want to change to a big house!" Song Ren cut the railway.

"We owe you so much money and food to Aunt Wang, do you still have the cheekiness to borrow from them every few days, even if you are thick-skinned and old, I don't have the face to see people."

"I don't want to, wait, it's obvious that you don't want to go, let me go......"

"Don't always care about these details, and besides, do you still want to go out and sell those jade discs on a hot day every day, instead of sitting in a spacious and cool classroom with your classmates and listening to Mr. Wen Yuan's lectures?

What's more, we are doing public welfare, we are helping those legendary authors to promote their popularity, some readers, if we really like this author because of our free publicity, and have money in the future, you can read spiritually, will you make up for what you have owed?

Remember the son, we do not produce knowledge, we are only the porters of other people's knowledge, we are the disseminators of great knowledge, to be praised by the masses and the author himself, and now you tell me, should we do piracy? ”