"Fiction and reality?"

Su Chengye has surprised Zhong He by having a book in the world, it is still both virtual and real, there are not many novelists who can have such a realm, Su Chengye doesn't look like a novelist no matter how she looks at it, it's not that she is biased, proficient in mathematics and novelists are two unrelated paths, and she has never seen one that can cross each other. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The next moment, something happened to her even more surprisingly, even if a true novelist can control the realm of fiction and reality, it is rare to see the realm of fiction and reality, and it is very different from traditional text narration, and the technique is completely different, and it must be learned from scratch. However, Su Chengye came easily, as if he had practiced countless times, and the techniques used were absolutely outstanding among the novelists she had seen, which still did not add the sense of smell, taste, and touch, and brought people into dreamlike scenes just by relying on sight and hearing.

Zhong He looked at Su Chengye's book with a detached attitude, observed it, and examined it, but her detachment did not last long, and the bizarre and step-by-step plot of the "Blood Altar" quickly attracted her, and she devoted herself to the story, indulging in the urgency and horror brought by "both fiction and reality".

The "Tree of the Dao" swayed gently, with a very pleasant appearance, and the Taoist divine pattern appeared on the emerald green leaves. It was as if a gust of wind had just passed in the morning, and a little dew was condensed on the green leaves, clear and transparent, warmer than jade, and more brilliant than diamonds.

The dew fell and fell on the roots of the "tree of the way", forming a small puddle of water, the size of a palm, so thin that it seemed that the sun would dry up as soon as it rose.

Su Chengye was very excited, Lingchi, this is the Lingchi born from teaching.

There are very few people who accept his teachings, just Zhong He, Wang Wenyuan and a dozen or so students in the school, and the spirit pool is also pitifully small. However, Su Chengye felt the way to use the realm of fiction and reality, and he was more confident in teaching with novels, and in the near future, his spiritual pool would be larger and he would collect more spiritual dew.

The story continues, the suspense and horror continue, Zhong He and Wang Wenyuan are adults after all, and they have a strong resistance to the horror plot, and the little sparrows are far behind, all of them have pale faces, but they are reluctant to leave the middle of the book, squeeze each other together, dilute the fear in their hearts, and continue to look down with great anticipation.

Su Chengye smiled evilly, see if you dare to make trouble in class in the future, and dare to listen to stories.

The story of the "Blood Altar" is over, the extermination cases decades ago have been revealed, and the bizarre murders have reasonable explanations.

The little sparrows were filled with righteous indignation, crying out for the two survivors of the Yuyi clan, and loudly denounced the greed of Lord Yang, Mu Dutong and others and the ferocity of extermination, of course, the most discussed was the wisdom of the young Bao Zheng and the strong martial arts of the young Zhanzhao.

Zhong He let out a long breath, only to find that his hands had been nervously clenched into fists and released, and his palms were covered with sweat.

This is a story she has never heard before, how to say it, bizarre, very bizarre, although there are also confrontations in martial arts, and there are officials and murders involved, but they are not the point, the only focus of the whole story is the confrontation of wisdom. Inextricably linked, full of suspicions, the truth is hidden behind their disguises, whether it is martial arts or power, they can't expose the disguise, only wisdom, a ray of wisdom to find out the thread from the mystery, unveil the mystery to find out the truth.

Zhong He suddenly realized that Su Chengye not only had unique skills in mathematics, but also in novels, and he opened up an unprecedented genre of fiction.

Wang Wenyuan's reaction is different from everyone else, he is the classic history of Sufeng County, in charge of the prison, I don't know how many cases he has handled, since Zhanjun's death, he has substituted himself into the story, as if he is handling the case with the young Bao Zheng, he can see what the other party sees, he can also hear what the other party hears, he analyzes with Bao Zheng, but nothing is found.

Murder in the secret room, headless corpses, strange time of death, one by one, until the final answer was revealed, he suddenly realized, so it was.

"What a subtle modus operandi, if I run into such an opponent...... No, no, don't let me run into it. Wang Wenyuan shook his head again and again.

Their reaction gave Su Chengye a lot of encouragement, he knew what kind of story he should use to teach, and he also had a preliminary plan for the story itself. He wants to use the novel to teach the profession in exchange for Linglu for cultivation, and the novel must not only be wonderful enough, but also long enough.

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Su Chengye had a stack of paper in his hand, not ordinary paper, it was Fengguo's banknotes, also known as silver bills.

The silver ticket is made of special paper, some similar to oiled paper, which does not absorb water, but is thinner than oiled paper, thicker than the rice paper used for writing, and the font is also very special, with special marks in inconspicuous positions, which are difficult to copy. However, they are not the key to anti-counterfeiting, there is a large seal printed on the whole silver ticket, the color is very light, it looks like a watermark, printed not with words, but on a picture, a building, the gatehouse horizontal plaque with the word "silver bank" written on it.

If you look closely and look at it for a longer time, you will find that the "watermark" is actually alive, and there are figures that are hundreds of times smaller from the silver vault in and out.

The silver treasury of Fengguo is a huge magic vessel, which stores all the silver of Fengguo, and is also the place where all official silver tickets are printed. The people can exchange the silver in their hands for silver tickets at any time, but it is absolutely impossible to exchange it back.

He sold six acres of spiritual land to the winner, a total of 12,000 taels of silver, and after paying back the loan shark, he could still have a thousand taels left, which was enough for the living expenses of the brother and sister for a long time.

"Qingqing, you stay at home well, my brother went to repay the loan shark, no one will come to collect debts from us in the future, and no one will hurt you again. Touching Yao Qingqing's forehead, the wound has healed, and there is not even a scar, it may be due to psychological reasons, Su Chengye always feels that there are extremely shallow traces there, which can be seen if you look closely, reminding him of the injuries that Yao Qingqing has suffered.

Yao Qingqing nodded heavily and smiled happily, but when Su Chengye was about to walk out of the house, her face changed, her little face turned pale, and she hurriedly ran over and grabbed Su Chengye's sleeve.

"What's wrong?"

Yao Qingqing's dark eyes rolled, "Let's go again tomorrow, it's getting late, maybe everyone is sleeping." ”

Su Chengye looked at the sky, the sun was falling in the west, and it was approaching evening, but it was too early to say "late". Yao Qingqing looked around in a panic, grabbed his sleeves tightly with both hands, and pressed his small body hard against him, Su Chengye suddenly realized and smiled evilly: "Are you afraid?"

Yao Qingqing puffed up his chest, "Who, who is scared, I am thinking, what if I disturb the lender's sleep, what if he has the gas to get up and wants to charge more interest, it is better to go tomorrow." ”

Let you follow them to fool around, I am your brother, I actually turned my elbow out to listen to a story, and I will never have a long memory if I don't scare you.

"I'm afraid, and no one laughs at you, let alone you, I'm a little scared after telling the story, if it weren't for the loan shark as soon as possible, I really don't want to go out after dark. Su Chengye shrunk his neck and pretended to be afraid.

"Really, really?" "Of course it's true, how could my brother lie to you." ”

Yao Qingqing held her mouth, "The story told by my brother is very good, but it is too scary, I am afraid to leave me alone at home." ”

Su Chengye laughed out loud very discreditedly, realizing that the little face of the deceived Yao Qingqing was flushed, and he scratched and bit him with his teeth and claws, wanting to only be angered by the little wild cat.