Chapter 278

"Did you understand?" Seeing Lu Xiaofeng's distraction, Cao Biao scolded loudly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hear me, Steward, I'll do my best. Lu Xiaofeng was woken up by Cao Biao's loud drink, and didn't dare to complain at all, let alone hesitate, and immediately ran to get the bucket.

"Very good, then let's go quickly!" After speaking, he no longer paid attention to Lu Xiaofeng, and directly sat cross-legged on the ground to continue cultivating.

Seeing this, Lu Xiaofeng's eyes were full of envy, but he could only sigh secretly. I walked into the room and looked around, and saw the ten huge water tanks behind a door.

Lu Xiaofeng ran to the water tank and laboriously picked up the bucket next to the water tank. With a wry smile, he picked up two buckets and walked straight outside. After walking a long way, I came to the spring that the other party said.

From here to the spring at the foot of the mountain, it took Lu Xiaofeng a quarter of an hour to finish.

The scenery of the spring at the bottom of the mountain is quite beautiful, and the sound of the water is rattling, like a fairyland on earth. However, Lu Xiaofeng didn't have time to look at these beautiful scenery, so he quickly filled the bucket with water, and hurriedly picked up the bucket and walked towards the mountain.

It wasn't until noon that he filled three jars of water. If he hadn't remembered that he had secretly carried steamed buns on him, he wouldn't have the strength to do the rest of his work without eating.

Despite this, his legs and arms are now sore, and the pain is unbearable when he exerts his strength.

He groaned a little, carrying half a bucket of water to find a no-man's land. Scooping out the water in the bucket and drinking some of it, a feeling of fullness suddenly appeared in my stomach, and the soreness in the muscles of my whole body slowly dissipated.

The mountain range where the Qixi Wenzong is located has a strong aura, and even the spring water on the mountain has a faint mana. After Lu Xiaofeng drank the water, his muscles were no longer sore and he was refreshed.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't dare to slack off, and immediately buried his head in the work of carrying water.

Because of the delay in the morning, he drank a little more, and it was not until the evening that Lu Xiaofeng filled the eight jars of water. But fortunately, Lu Xiaofeng secretly hid some steamed buns, otherwise he would be hungry again if he couldn't complete the task.

It was getting late, and Lu Xiaofeng also called it a day. Walking in the Qixi Wenzong, most of the online authors Lu Xiaofeng saw along the way were dressed in gray. They were all in a hurry, their faces were cold, and some of them still had the tools of work in their hands, their expressions were tired, and their eyes were full of indescribable frustration and powerlessness.

Lu Xiaofeng walked north for a long time, and finally saw a row of low houses.

This is where the public web writers live, and obviously there are a lot more public web writers here than elsewhere, but they still go their separate ways and rarely talk to each other. These people seem to have been worn away by the suffering in front of them, and they are as lifeless as the walking dead.

Lu Xiaofeng had long been accustomed to the cold expressions of everyone here, so he walked straight into his house and pushed the door in.

Lu Xiaofeng's room is not big, only two wooden beds and a table, but it is very clean, similar to ordinary people's homes.

Taking out a pen and paper from the corner of the room, Lu Xiaofeng endured the exhaustion of his body, gritted his teeth and continued to write his own novel. The novel currently created by Lu Xiaofeng describes the story of a scrap wood online author who worked hard and finally made a name for himself in the online literature continent.

In a way, this book is also his own dream.

Although the life in front of me is extremely difficult, it is impossible to erase the author's dream in my heart, and this dream will never be shattered no matter when.

Lu Xiaofeng just returned to the dormitory, and it didn't take long. Another thin gray-clothed young man with a tired look on his face pushed open the door and entered. After seeing Lu Xiaofeng, he was slightly stunned. sighed lightly, ignored the other party, and lay directly on the bed, falling asleep.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't care, he knew that the man would have to get up early tomorrow to work. Touching his stomach, Lu Xiaofeng took out some steamed buns from the corner. He usually secretly hides these foods just to get through the days when he has no food.

You must know that public-level network authors do not enjoy any benefits of the sect, and they can only eat if they complete the corresponding work, and if they can't finish it, they will go hungry.

The air-dried steamed buns were dry and hard, and Lu Xiaofeng ate a few bites before he could barely swallow them.

At this time, the young man lying opposite moved, got up and stared straight at the steamed bun in Lu Xiaofeng's hand. The young man swallowed his saliva and begged in a low voice, "Can you give me a piece of steamed bread?"

Hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng knew that the other party had not completed the task, so he had not been able to eat.

Lu Xiaofeng immediately took out the remaining few steamed buns and threw them on the other party's bed, and said with a smile: "I have a lot of steamed buns here, so eat some when you're hungry." ”

The boy immediately grabbed the steamed bun and devoured it in his stomach.

But the steamed buns were too dry, so he hurriedly ran to the table and poured a glass of water, and drank it dry with his neck up. Only then did he sigh: "I can't remember how many days I haven't eaten, thank you, buddy." By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Lu Xiaofeng. Lu Xiaofeng reported his name.

When the young man heard this, he replied, "Dude, my name is Xue Chengwen, I am a newcomer, please take care of me." ”

Lu Xiaofeng buried his head in silence, just smiled bitterly, he has been a public-level network author for three years, and now he is an old man. After thinking about it, he handed over a few more steamed buns. Xue Chengwen hurriedly took it, and after eating a few bites, he realized that he was a little embarrassed.

"I, you'd better keep some for yourself, don't you know, that guy in the chores office has a bad stomach, and he simply doesn't treat us public-level Internet writers as people!" Xue Chengwen said while eating.

"Don't you see him? That guy doesn't look like a good guy at first glance, and he has a thief's eyebrows. He used to be a public-level network author, but there were people above him, so he got mixed up with this fat gap. Xue Chengwen took a sip of water and explained through gritted teeth.

Of course, Lu Xiaofeng knew that what he was talking about was Cao Biao, the manager of the public office. The steward, Cao Biao, used to be a public-level online author.

It's just that it is said that he later took refuge in a certain shelf-level network author and became a servant of a shelf-level network author, which mixed with the fat difference of the miscellaneous servant.

Lu Xiaofeng knew that Xue Chengwen's job was to chop wood, and he had to cut enough wood every day for Lu Ke to eat.

Since he became a public-level web writer, it was often three or four days before he could eat a meal at first. Usually he drinks water to fill his stomach, but now he has shortened the time and can eat one meal in two days.

Don't think you can do this with a spell.

Public-level network authors can only cast some basic spells if they reach the sixth or seventh level of the public. For example, a simple spell to put a small fireball and blow a small wind or something.

Xue Chengwen's qualifications are also extremely poor, and he has only cultivated to the public level in the past three months.

The mana of the network authors below the ninth level of the public is only a little weak, and they can generally only practice some mortal martial arts, which is not enough to cast any decent spells at all.

In addition to being a little stronger than ordinary people, the combat power is equivalent to those warriors in the mortal world.

The journey of the web writer is extremely difficult. The first is the root of wisdom, and then the nature of the mind. Countless ordinary Internet authors have practiced hard for many years, but after all, they have no chance to break the true meaning of online literature, and they can only fall in the end.

It is said that only by reaching the supreme god-level network author realm. Only then can you jump out of the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements, longevity is the same as heaven and earth, it can be described as infinite.

On the path of cultivation of online authors, Huigen means the speed of cultivation. The better Huigen is, the easier it will be, and the faster it will reach a higher realm.

However, the poor Huigen takes many times the time and resources of the people with good qualifications to succeed, so almost no Wenzong is willing to cultivate the network author of the Huigen.

The strong in the online literature continent are respected, and the powerful online authors can fly to the sky and travel in the green and underworld. It is not difficult to move mountains and reclaim the sea in a snap of a finger, and to capture the sun, moon and stars. And the lowly online authors are slaves and have tasted the bitterness of the world.

Everything in front of us is only a small part, and the suffering of public web authors is not limited to this.

"Bang!" Before Lu Xiaofeng could stand up, the tattered gate was kicked away.

A tall man stepped in, this person was called Zhou Wuwen, tall and strong. A month ago, Zhou Wuwen had just entered the Seven Joys Sect, and at this moment, he had already cultivated to the realm of the public sixfold.

Ever since he came to the residence of a public web author, he has been showing off everywhere. claims that his backstage is a contract-level online author of the Seven Joys Sect, and he has already entered the realm of signing a ninefold contract, and is preparing to retreat and prepare to hit the realm of shelves.

As a result, the public-level network authors here are afraid of Zhou Wuwen, who has a contract-level network author as the background.

Because there is a rule in Qixi Wenzong that contracted-level network authors kill public-level network authors, as long as there is a suitable reason, it is okay! and contract-level network authors are generally not allowed to fight each other.