With the arrival of the third day, the whole ship suddenly shuddered, and the original whistling sound outside the ship disappeared in an instant.

Many writers walked out of their respective cabins, only to find that the outside world was already blue sky and white clouds, and they had just come out of the space wormhole.

Looking down, below is a super-large city, resplendent in gold, above the sky, there are all kinds of forbidden lights flickering, and a terrifying aura that is invisibly emanating is hidden in different positions of the large array.

The taste of it is shocking in addition to shock.

This is a royal palace, and it is clearly a huge city.

O place of great glory in the North.

Xia Lin, who was standing at the bow of the boat, laughed, and then the light mask seemed to have received some order to open, and a beam of light came and led the ship down.

With a loud bang, the hull of the ship hit the ground, and everyone came out in turn.

The aura of heaven and earth here is even stronger, and it is really worthy of the place where the imperial capital is located.

A person similar to his father-in-law, with a feminine face, came with a few servants: "I have seen the three emperors, the emperor has an order, let the miscellaneous family take the little princess back, and in addition, a good room has been prepared for you to rest, half a month later, the secret realm of Wensheng will be opened, I hope you will prepare early." ”

Xia Lin nodded, Xia Zhilan pouted, and got off the boat.

Pulled Xia Lin's arm and asked him to help plead, Xia Lin pretended to see it, and took the fifteen hundred generations of writers to the resting place.

"Don't worry, Lanlan, I'll accompany you!" Ke Pang ran down from the boat, looking like he was stuck in a knife.

Xia Zhilan sighed: "What do you think my father will do when he sees you?" ”

Ke Pang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered something bad, and his face changed: "Ahem, that, I'm going back too, I've been out for so long, it is estimated that the old Ke family is in a hurry, contact me if there is anything." ”

After Ke Pang finished speaking, he ran away as soon as he slipped away.

He is here, and it is estimated that Xia Zhilan will be punished more heavily.

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Song Ren, who rearranged his residence, looked at the booklet handed by the little father-in-law who brought him, this is the process of this team building, and it is quite high-end.

The first is a summary of the secret realm of the saint.

After all, Wen Sheng was a thousand years ago of the Yinye Dynasty, Xia Mang's ancestor wrote a sage "Demon Suppression Song" and was recognized by the Heavenly Dao, which condensed some of the scenes in the book and turned into a secret realm.

This secret realm is incomplete, but some of it is real, such as the Fountain of Creation, which can really help people break through the realm, and the talent in it can also allow these writers to get a trace of the darkness and help them write more excellent works in the future.

Because of the condensation problem of the Fountain of Creation, it is opened once every fifteen years, with fifteen people at a time, to maximize the effect.

This is the most direct and biggest benefit of this team building to the authors.

It's like a wooing that doesn't say anything, no matter what kind of forces or background you have behind you, I just hope to remember the favor of the dynasty this time.

It is impossible for the Emperor to come to them.

Unless, the saint is a humanistic author.

The first day was to meet the ancestor statue who had first comprehended the Heavenly Dao Network, wrote the imperial text, walked out of the gods, and helped fight against the demon clan.

It goes without saying that the person who created a long history and had the courage to try crabs for the first time must be worshipped.

After the worship, a saint writer will directly begin to exchange ideas, solve doubts, etc., for three days, during which there is food, singing and dancing.

Then there was a spiritual practice.

This practice is to let everyone step down from the high title of a hundred generations of writers, and incarnate as ordinary people, just like you didn't know how to write at the beginning, or you were still confused and stayed in the ordinary column.

Go to a specific place, don't reveal your identity, go back and re-examine your position.

Perhaps, this will bring you one step closer and take a better path.

I have to say, it's a very good idea.

After all, this group of people are all writers of the century, and it is too difficult to write a step of sainthood, what did they ignore, maybe looking back, they will find a different wonderful.

After this unique practice, it is also time to open the secret realm of Wensheng, that is, the last journey, and then send you back.

The team building is complete.

Song Ren was looking forward to it.

At dawn the next day, Song Ren and the other fifteen people, under the guidance of others, went to their destination, until a tall stone statue appeared in front of them.

Very ordinary stone statue, carved in the form of an old man, looking up at the sky, raising his hand as if writing something.

Under the stone statue is a middle-aged man with his head bowed.

The founder of all writers, the originator of all writers - Gao You!

Fifteen people, including Song Ren, immediately understood, and then all saluted solemnly and solemnly without saying a word.

It is a kind of respect and faith that is timeless.

A moment later, the middle-aged scribe in front opened his eyes, turned around, and looked at fifteen people, their beards fluttering in the wind.

"Welcome, I've been waiting for a long time in Xiazhuang!"

Song Ren and the others opened their eyes when they heard the voice, looked at the appearance of the green-shirted scribe, and felt a pang in their hearts, as if they understood something, and hurriedly saluted.

Oh my God, I've seen the living sage writer.

What can write about the saint's humanity is different, and at this moment, it seems like an ordinary person, but it is really ...... It's really ordinary, and it doesn't seem to be much stronger than Mr. Wen Yuan.

Could this be the legendary return to basics?

Zhuang is also a salute.

This group of people don't look at it as just a hundred generations of writers, maybe they will write a saint that day, and if it condenses into the world, it will be even more terrifying.

Besides, among writers, there are no clichéd hierarchies in the cultivation world, and everyone is equal.

After saluting, they were taken to a continuous golden temple, ready to exchange and ask questions.

Song Ren followed behind, with a shocked face, and stretched out his hand to wipe the pillar next to him, which turned out to be not gold powder, but made of pure gold.

It's so rich.

When I sat down, I saw that these bowls of tea were also used.

This is the highest performance of showing off wealth, silent is better than sound.

"Excuse me, who has the ability to beat me?" At this moment, Zhuang Yu, who was sitting at the top, suddenly spoke, and the other fourteen people looked at the masked man sitting in the corner.

They've known each other for a long time, and there's nothing wrong with hiding their faces, and three of them are wearing masks.

Song Ren stood up and saluted.

Zhuang Yi looked at Song Ren's low stature, and it was hard to imagine that this was the author who wrote Bai Shiwen one after another and walked out of the gods.

"The name of Mr. has long been like thunder, may I ask Sir, how do you think you can write a good work? Or how did you create these three works and share them with everyone, "Zhuang Yi's voice is very peaceful, and everyone is really like a group of professors having an academic exchange.

"Me?" On such a serious occasion, Song Ren didn't dare to say that I was confused, and it was estimated that I would be labeled as stingy.

There's nothing to hide here.

And he was questioned by a saint.

He thought for a moment and organized the language: "I have always followed the guidelines of the Golden Three Chapters. ”

"Three golden chapters?" Other Baishi writers and Zhuang Yi were stunned, what did it mean to hear such academic language for the first time?

"I hope to teach you!" Zhuang Yi spoke his thoughts for everyone, and then listened to Song Ren's next explanation with great interest.