Four years have passed, and in the past four years, Ling Mo has written the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the Water Margin, the Journey to the West, the Dream of Red Mansions, and many novels and TV series that he is familiar with.

In short, it is a mess, popular all over the country, in this era of no TV and no novels, Ling Mo can be said to be at the forefront of the trend of the times, leading the novel culture of this era to a climax.

However, except for Xiao Zheng, Xue Guangwen and Ruixuan and their little guys, no one knows that these novels are related to Ling Mo, and the little guys of the two of them are also extremely tight-lipped people, especially Rui Xuan's guards, who simply followed the master, with a paralyzed face, and cherished words like gold.

In the eyes of the villagers, Ling Mo is still the poor worm who relies on Aunt Wang's family to help, and she is not noticeable.

However, only Aunt Wang's family knew that Ling Mo had been helping their family all along, but Ling Mo didn't let them say it, they also thought about Ling Mo, afraid that she would attract people's attention, which was also what Ling Mo was worried about, as the so-called fear of thieves stealing is afraid of thieves, so both parties have a tacit understanding.

And the people in the village praise Aunt Wang's family, and some people are jealous of their family, such as the eldest mother, such as the grandmother, but Ling Mo can make them suffer every time.

As soon as I walked to a crowded place in the village, or in other places, I could always hear everyone's opinions on novels, and there were some different versions of the genre, which was also quite good, and sometimes Ling Mo would also express his own opinions.

Especially in the town, these can always be heard in noisy markets, and almost everywhere there are people, there is gossip and topics.

No matter what era it is, gossip can always talk about the trend of the times, and gossip can always increase people's feelings, of course, if you become the object of gossip, it is not good.

But let's talk about novels together, it's okay, at least let Ling Mo find the joy of life again, sometimes life is so simple, it's also good to find people who can talk to each other and talk about their same hobbies.

In the past few years, the books written by Ling Mo can be said to be very popular, basically in this ancient era with single entertainment measures, they still gave people a lot of fun.

Ling Mo's book has been sold all over the country through the promotion of Xue Guangwen, and has received unanimous praise from the majority of readers, and all those who have read it are addicted to it, imagining that they are the protagonists in the book.

However, Ling Mo had never been to other cities except this town, but through the people who came and went, he could guess that other places were even hotter than here.

In the past few years, Xue Guangwen's worship of himself has been like a surging river, and he has become a little fan brother, Ling Mo has occasionally seen Ruixuan in recent years, and he is not as indifferent to himself as he was later.

Occasionally, I would chat with Ling Mo for a few words, but most of the time I had an ice cube face, and I was cold, but my attitude towards myself was two points better than that of Xue Guangwen, of course, this was already quite good.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Mo came to this time and space to this day, just five full years, Ling Mo is almost 15 years old, in the past five years, Ling Mo has made a fortune in a muffled voice, occasionally outwitting strange relatives, supporting Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang's family, and living a good life.

The only thing is Xiao Zheng, when that guy left, he said that he would come back to see him, but four years have passed, and he has not even seen a figure.

This made Ling Mo scold him a lot, something without conscience, and he never looked back, and he was never heard from since.

Hmph, men are big pigs' trotters.

Forget it, don't think about him.

Ling Mo bought some things, ready to celebrate his fifth year in this world, walking back from the town, walking on the road, I don't know when,

Suddenly, an old man in his 60-70s with a long gray beard and gray hair on his head burst out of his body, and his hair was messy, like a chicken nest, stopped her and said: "

Girl, I look at your bones are strange, and you are an extraordinary person who has never met a genius in a hundred years, and you are a "martial arts wizard" who is unique in ten thousand, and I have a strange book here.

It records all kinds of gossip and anecdotes, and there are all kinds of martial arts cheats...... There is only one book in the world, you only need to write your name, and in a few moments you can become a peerless master, invincible in the world, and invincible in the world. ”

"Old man, are you kidding? Your routine has been outdated for hundreds of years, no, no, it may be thousands of years, it's worth this one, no mistake, right? I'm afraid it's not a bad street, right? Ling Mo laughed three times, this routine is really funny, right?

"Tell me, how much are you going to sell me?" Ling Mo said with a smile.

"Haha, today you and I are destined, you only need to give me ten cents, you can't buy it, you can't be fooled, it will definitely give you an unprecedented experience." The old man looked like a man of good fortune and sold hard.

"I'll you, do you think you're Hong Qigong, or who are you?" Ling Mo was suddenly a little speechless.

"Alas, forget it, it's not easy these years, it's all for you, you don't have to look for it." Ling Mo took out a piece of silver and handed it to the old man.

"Girl, the child can be taught." The old man took the silver and put it in his mouth and bit it.

"Uh..." Ling Mo picked up the book and looked at it, is it the Divine Palm? Or the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon? When I opened it, I saw that it was a wordless book without a word, okay, take a blank book to fool me.

When Ling Mo looked up again, the old man was gone.

"Hey, people, where are they? This guy slipped away so fast. Ling Mo shook her head.

Pick up the book and walk to the thatched hut, this little thatched hut has been improved by her in the past five years, and it is no longer the same as the dilapidated little thatched hut at the beginning.

Ling Mo returned home, and was satisfied with the decoration of her home, which was transformed by herself little by little, neat and clean.

Ling Mo casually threw the book on the table, turned around and went to the kitchen, ready to cook on the fire.

"I'll it, this day, why is this fire so difficult?" Ling Mo was sweating profusely when he rubbed the flint, but he couldn't light it when he lit the thatch.

"Damn! Why is the thatch so trendy? No wonder it can't be clicked! With a big exhalation, Ling Mo came to the outside room and picked up the book on the table and tore it down.

But you can't tear it off? Even with her great efforts, the book seemed to be indestructible, undamaged.

"Hey, it's weird, why can't this be torn off? Is this really a strange book? Perhaps......" Ling Mo picked up the willow charcoal pen she made, opened the paper, and carefully wrote her name.

Then there was a flash of gold, and the name she had written flashed into golden letters, which were printed on it and disappeared in a moment.

"Wow, is this really a baby? Could it be that this is the welfare golden finger of the traverser? ”

Ling Mo felt that there seemed to be a change in her body, and pain hit her whole body.

The sharp pain made her faint in the dark.

When she woke up again, it was already dark, Ling Mo shook her head and continued to slowly return to the cage.

When her eyes swept to the book on the table, she was startled, and she slowly stood up and gently opened the book.