"Hum. Wenyin began to shake.

Then it lit up slightly.

“...”

"Did it just light up?" Cheng Qingshan was a little unsure, and asked the assistant beside him,

"It seems... It seems to light up a little. The assistant's tone was also a little skeptical.

Cheng Qingshan covered it again and stared carefully.

"Hum. ”

It's really lit up, but this level of resonance is too weak, right?

For example, what a literate reader writes casually is about the same level of resonance.

And in the exam, this level is said to be at the bottom of the lift.

Cheng Qingshan's brows furrowed.

Maybe this is normal, looking at Ning Caichen's non-stop writing speed, what he writes is only to this extent, which is reasonable.

But what does this mean for the exam?

"Stop. ”

Cheng Qingshan stopped Ning Caichen.

"You're here to make trouble, aren't you?"

Occupying the exam room and not leaving, and writing meaningless things all the time, this is ill-intentioned.

Lynch put down his pen and looked up at Cheng Qingshan.

"How do you conclude that I'm here to make trouble?"

"Why didn't you write this kind of thing to make trouble?" said the assistant next to him.

"Huh. Lynch manipulated Ning Caichen's body and laughed, laughing mockingly.

"It turned out that in the grand Beijing exam, even other people's articles were incomplete, and they directly drew conclusions at a glance. ”

Then his voice became serious.

"I'm here and I've been writing for a month. ”

"The speed at which I write is about 4,000 words per hour. ”

"I used the power of the elixir to open the valley, and I kept writing for twelve hours a day and night, and I could write forty-eight thousand words. ”

"In a month, I wrote about 1.35 million words. ”

"So what?" the assistant snorted coldly.

"At the size of this paper, a page with only about a thousand words on it. Lynch looked at the two in front of him.

"You haven't even finished reading a thousandth of what I wrote, so what basis do you have to comment on me!"

"What's more, you didn't even look at it, so you just stamped it with a dull stamp. ”

"Can the value of a long book be judged so rashly?"

"If nothing else, the total number of words in the Analects is more than 30,000 words, and one thousandth is only more than 30 words, and the first three crosses of the Analects do not reflect much profundity at all, so is it true that the Analects have no value? You take out the first three crosses of the Analects separately and stamp them with your writings to see what kind of reputation it has! Why don't you say that Liu Rongbai, who wrote the Analects, is making trouble?"

Lynch's questioning became louder and louder.

"Bold, dare to insult a saint!"

"Fart, it's not me who insults the saint, it's you!"

As soon as Lynch's swear words came out, the scene was silent.

The assistant was dumbfounded, but he didn't expect that vulgar words such as "fart" would appear in the mouth of the self-proclaimed elegant reader.

"Let's stop. ”

Cheng Qingshan sighed, and was caressed by a gentle force in the field, dissipating the tense atmosphere between the two sides.

"Although this little friend is a little sophistry, there is still some truth in what he said, and my attitude is indeed a little inappropriate. ”

"Xiaoyou has worked hard for a month, and I only rely on the first page to question Xiaoyou, which is unfair. ”

"My assistant, there are also some faux pas, the old man is here, apologize to Xiaoyou. ”

After speaking, Cheng Qingshan bowed slightly to Lynch. After all, he knew how Ning Caichen got the exam qualification, and it was inevitable that he would have preconceived ideas, and if he changed to a candidate, he would not ask the other party so rashly if he was here to make trouble.

"Cheng Lao...", the assistant next to him had a complicated expression, he didn't expect Cheng Qingshan, as a generation of literary and Taoist powers, to apologize to a mortal so sincerely.

It is worthy of the reputation of "self-denial and public service".

"I also apologize to my brother. The assistant also bowed slightly, Cheng Lao is like this, he still has something he can't let go.

"I am here to make a promise to Xiaoyou, and then, until Xiaoyou finishes writing, I will not make any judgments. ”

"It's not necessary, I'll give you a thorough understanding first, I still have to write for a long time. So, I can write while you read the papers, but I hope that even if it is printed in paper, I must cover every piece of paper first. ”

......

"Shangxian, Caichen went to take the exam, it's been more than a month, and he hasn't come back yet, could it be that something is wrong?" Nie Xiaoqian asked worriedly with tears in her eyes.

"It's okay, don't worry. Lynch said while fighting with Zhang Shunye Xiu against the landlord.

"He slept soundly. Eh, slot, three belts and a pair. ”

"What is falling asleep?" Nie Xiaoqian didn't understand.

"Wang Fang, you don't have to worry about it, anyway, I will pay you a dime a lot. ”

"And don't worry, a month is nothing, I'm afraid you have to wait for a long time. ”

......

One after another, the text swept quickly across the pages.

Each piece of paper makes it hum slightly, emitting an extremely faint light.

Nothing seems to have changed.

But in reality, each time, the light of the document increases by a little.

After the stack of paper was printed, the light of the document had reached a dazzling level.

This level, in the entire big exam, is probably already at the middle and lower level.

What's even more terrifying is that Ning Caichen in front of him is still writing.

One month, two months, three months......

Halfway, let Ning Caichen's body rest from time to time.

And just like that, a year passed.

Finally, Ning Caichen's hand stayed on the three big characters "The whole book is finished".

One book, fifteen million words.

After the whole writing is completed, the degree of resonance of the tone is medium to high.

In fact, witnessing the birth of such a book, Cheng Qingshan's heart is also a little emotional.

Fifteen million words, it is the longest book that Cheng Qingshan has ever seen.

The degree of resonance in the literary atmosphere is medium to high, and it can be regarded as extremely good, after all, this is the Beijing big test where talents from all over the world gather.

"Ahh

After knocking down these three words in the whole book, he also had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Yes, it's a novel.

To be precise, it's a fantasy novel.

In the more than 20,000 years that Lynch has been sealed by Heavenly Court, he has done other things besides cultivation, including writing novels.

Actually, if you want to brush the style, it would have been easy.

Lynch casually plagiarized some heirloom poems from his previous life, and it was not too easy to hang everything.

However, he didn't want that.

This novel is the most attentive and self-written novel he has created in the sealing years.

He wrote him out, not only to compensate Ning Caichen conveniently, but also because of one, he owed a promise of more than 20,000 years.

"This time, there are no eunuchs for the division..."

The corners of Lynch's mouth showed a hint of relief.

"I would like to use this book to pay tribute, Liu Rongbai. ”

"Hum. ”

The text is brilliant.