Early in the morning, Lin Hu, who was full of fatigue, pulled Xiao Yue'er to the dining hall where Haoran Mansion was located with bloodshot eyes.

Along the way, everyone who noticed Lin Hu's expression and Xiao Yue'er behind him, the male compatriots all showed him an expression that everyone understood, while the female spatter blushed and secretly said shamelessly.

The attitude of these people was naturally noticed by Xiao Yue'er, but how could she understand these things by living in the Wolf Temple all the year round, she just felt a little inexplicable.

Although Lin Hu knew it, he didn't have the mood to pay attention to other people's thoughts now, and the empty Five Organs Temple was reminding him what he should do.

It stands to reason that although he has not yet reached the realm of Bigu now, it doesn't matter much if he doesn't eat for ten days and half a month with his own energy, but being hungry like this is enough to show how serious the energy consumed in his body is.

Entering the dining hall, Lin Hu didn't care about the fact that there was a girl next to him, he devoured the plate with his hand, and ate the medicinal food for seven people before he could stop, and a certain little wolf who still wanted to recall the good life in the past was depressed.

After solving the problem of food, Lin Hu took Xiao Yue'er into the sundries hall again.

The Sundries Hall is mainly a place for the disciples of the academy to exchange sundries, all kinds of elixirs, magic weapons, everything, provided that you have enough contribution points.

In fact, there is also ♂ Changfeng ♂ ♂ Literature ♂ in the Zhuang Language Academy, ww♀⊙x a fang market for many disciples to trade, that place Lin Hu only went to once when he first entered the school, compared to the miscellaneous hall where things are expensive and expensive, it is more worthwhile for disciples to go to the fang market.

It's just that the market is mixed, and while the quality and price are low, it is also full of many fake and shoddy products, relatively speaking. It's not as worry-free as the Sundries Hall.

Lin Hu knows his own family affairs, he is a "scholar" who lives in the house all the year round, but he does not have the ability to pass through his predecessors, he has a pair of wisdom comparable to fiery eyes, and he can pick up leaks casually, if it is not against luck. It's good to go to that kind of place and not get caught.

Besides, Lin Hu's heart was full of the unfinished "The Legend of the White Snake", and he was not in the mood or time to go to the market to slowly shop for treasures.

In the hall of sundries, Lin Hu glanced at the back of his identity token, three thousand two hundred and forty-one contribution points, which is not less.

Because he made a windfall in the first mission, Lin Hu was not too keen on the tasks in the academy, so he didn't have many contribution points. can have so much, thanks to his usual accumulation.

"Hello, is there anything I can do to help you?" said a staff member in the Sundries Hall.

Lin Hu looked at this girl with a somewhat green face, and said slowly: "I need a spirit pen magic weapon." ”

"Excuse me, what level of spirit pen artifact do you want?"

Lin Hu thought for a while, and then said, "Superior magic weapon!"

After Lin Hu entered the academy, he had always used a standard freshman spirit pen, and at best, it was only about a low-grade magic weapon. Now that the new one is naturally no longer available, the original level can no longer be used.

However, when Lin Hu saw the exchange table. When the rows of spiritual pens that cost at least more than 4,000 contribution points, they still couldn't help but be speechless, a penny was difficult for heroes, no wonder so many brothers and sisters ran to do tasks when they had nothing to do, and they were really forced by life.

From this point of view, there is no difference between the monks and the common people who are busy with three meals a day.

It's a little more expensive. But Lin Hu has no intention of retreating, and his contribution is not enough, so he will use spirit crystals to make up for it.

Thanks to a certain good person who sent money, pills, and exercises, so that Lin Hu did not lack such a thing as a spirit crystal, and spent close to two thousand spirit crystals. Eventually, a high-grade spirit pen with a main body made of tortoiseshell bamboo and silver rabbit hair arrived in his hands.

In fact, Lin Hu valued another Qingquan Wolf Pen more, but looking at the little girl beside him, Lin Hu consciously dispelled this idea.

After returning home, Lin Hu picked up the unfinished manuscript from last night and planned to start writing again.

The legend of "The Legend of the White Snake" has a long history and is a household name, and its popularity is no worse than that of "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai", and it is also one of the four great love legends of Chinese folk.

However, as a legend, "The Legend of the White Snake" is also a matter of opinion, and the versions of various places and eras are also very different, and the really famous one that appears in the form of a novel is the version written by Mr. Zhang Hatshui during the Republic of China.

It's just a pity that Lin Hu hasn't read "The Legend of the White Snake" written by Zhang Hatshui, so naturally there is no relevant memory.

In fact, this is also normal, there are countless treasures left by the ancestors of China, although Lin Hu is a house, he has not seen everything, and it is normal to have omissions.

However, Lin Hu is not without a rut, if you want to talk about "The Legend of the White Snake", what impressed Lin Hu the most, of course, was "The Legend of the New White Lady" starring Zhao Yazhi.

This is a TV series that has accompanied Lin Hu for almost his entire childhood, a few steps Every time there is a summer vacation and winter vacation, major TV stations will take turns to broadcast bombardment, and it is impossible to think about it deeply.

In addition, his length is indeed relatively long, and the coverage is relatively comprehensive, so Lin Hu naturally has to use it as the first template.

After filling the high-grade spirit pen that had just been exchanged with spirit powder, Lin Hu couldn't wait to write it.

As soon as he put pen to paper, Lin Hu felt a top-down pressure in the dark, this feeling was very subtle, it had appeared before, but it was only a momentary thing, although this pressure was smaller, but it was continuous.

Lin Hu's hands were trembling, but he still tried his best to persevere, and as the plot of the story progressed, at this time, the spirit pen in his hand also made a squeaky sound, which was really unbelievable.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yue'er, who had been paying attention, naturally noticed this, and immediately asked with concern.

"It's okay!" Lin Hu gritted his teeth and shook his head slightly.

No one could see that Lin Hu was acting very reluctantly at this time, in fact, if it weren't for the high-grade magic weapon in his hand, it is estimated that he would have been as crushed as his predecessors.

Xiao Yue'er looked at Lin Hu's rather stubborn eyes, although she was a little worried in her heart, she didn't persuade her after all.

"The Legend of the New White Lady" has a total of fifty episodes, and if you want to describe it as a novel, it is actually a thing that tests your writing skills.

Fortunately, Lin Hu studied Chinese in his previous life, and if he wants to make his dreams, it may be a difficult thing to create by himself, but if he converts the picture in his mind into a text novel, it is not a big problem.

The story has been written to the seventh episode, in this episode, Bai Suzhen drank realgar wine, and suddenly appeared as a prototype, scaring Xu Xian to death.

Bai Suzhen was grief-stricken, and Xiaoqing's words made her worse than dead. In the blink of an eye, I understood that no matter how sad I was, it was useless, for the sake of today, I had to go to heaven and steal the elixir to save Xu Xian's life......

Unexpectedly, when Lin Hu wrote this, the pressure in the dark suddenly increased, and even the soul that had been transformed into a yang god felt a huge sense of oppression.

In the eighth episode, Bai Suzhen fought with Crane Tong, and finally got the fairy grass back, but Xu Xian's soul had been detained by black and white impermanence to the capital city......

"Boom!"

The pressure increased several times, and the high-grade spirit pens that had just been exchanged in his hand actually followed in the footsteps of the previous spirit pens.

Before Lin Hu could feel heartache, he suddenly "poofed", a mouthful of old blood spurted out, and he passed out.

"Brother Lin!" (to be continued......)