At this time, Shen Qingdai had already returned, bringing a large bag of medicinal herbs, all of which were ginseng, angelica, He Shou Wu and other qi-replenishing medicinal materials. Wang Yangming saw that Shen Qingdai was going to boil medicine in the room, and he said that with her here, he didn't have to stay and take care of her, so he said goodbye to Biluo and returned to the dormitory, but Chaowendao was still not there.

Asamundo is nominally a disciple of the academy, but in fact he also has part of the responsibility of teaching ordinary students, plus he also has to accompany the dean to study the Daozang, so he rarely stays in the dormitory.

Wang Yangming sat cross-legged on the bed and condensed his true qi for a long time, and it took a lot of effort to condense all the true qi he absorbed in the back mountain in the morning into liquid, and finally made up for the ones that he slapped off with one palm yesterday, and even exceeded it.

This condensation of true qi is the most consuming of thoughts, not as easy as absorbing true qi, but to concentrate on every moment, and the slightest carelessness will be wasted. After Wang Yangming practiced for a few hours, he felt too tired to do it, and knew that he had reached the limit today and it was not appropriate to continue. Immediately collected his mind and paced around the room.

He wanted to go outside the hospital and go for a walk in Kyoto, but after being assassinated last night, Sanyisheng had already grounded him for his safety. Wang Yangming knew that San Yisheng was for his own good, and before he found out why the other party assassinated him, staying in Guozijian was the safest way, but this kind of day was really boring.

He sat down at the table with his cheeks folded, bored, thinking about what he could find to have some fun to pass the time. I suddenly remembered that the senior brother had mentioned to me the day before yesterday that the best-selling book in this world is "Miscellaneous Records of the Two Beijings" written by Zhuo Wenjun, a talented woman of the previous dynasty.

When he went to borrow it, he took a copy of "Liangjing Miscellaneous Notes" and went back to the house to study.

The book tells one interesting story after another in the market of the former dynasty in the form of independent chapters, but in general, it is nothing more than preaching that "************** are all readers" This theme, this is probably very related to Zhuo Wenjun's experience of being abandoned by Sima Xiangru, but this kind of short collection is just a small story one by one, the plots are not coherent, and each story is short, and the shaping of the characters is limited, not to mention how vivid it is, after all, it is only in the category of essays, which was at most a micro-novel in the previous life.

It seems that although the development of literature in this world has had a long history, and there has been a division of subsets of classics and histories, there has not yet been an important literary genre such as the novel. You must know that the emergence and development of novels, especially novels, is a milestone in literature, and the fact that novels have not yet appeared in this world proves that literature is far from reaching the same heights as in its previous life.

Wait, a thought flashed in Wang Yangming's heart - if there is no novel in this world, then if he writes one, will it cause a sensation in this world?

Cao Xueqin is not on fire yet? Luo Guanzhong is not on fire yet? Shi Nai'an is not on fire yet? I am going to be on fire!

He couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and repeatedly calculated: he wanted to write a novel out of thin air, and he didn't have the time or the ability. However, he had the experience of reading books in a bookstore in his previous life, and so many books, even if he took out any of them, they would be unprecedented new things in this world.

Just, which one to start writing from?

Most people believe that the world was created by God, that there is a high God in the world, and that all practitioners use their whole lives to practice, and what they pursue is only to break through the limitations of human beings, reach the realm of God, and pursue immortality.

So, if you write a novel about gods and monsters, will it be fanatically pursued by the people of this world?

Wang Yangming's fingers unconsciously tapped the book cover, and he was just about to start from the beginning to smooth his thoughts, when a bright light suddenly flashed in his mind-

"Journey to the West"!

At the pinnacle of ancient Chinese novels about gods and demons, there is no novel better than it on this subject! And because of his love, he read this book several times, and it has already been deeply engraved in his mind, and he can basically memorize it in its original form, even if there are individual omissions, it will not affect it too much.

Then what are you hesitating about, just do it!

Turning out a pen and paper from the drawer of Chaowendao, according to the impression of his previous life, Wang Yangming began to retell the well-known story word by word: the monkey, the pig, the monk, the horse, the westbound road that never ends, and the dream that will never be extinguished in his heart......

The rise of his writing, unconsciously until late at night, is still unaware.

When Chao Wendao returned, he was engrossed in his writing, completely immersed in his own world, and he didn't notice anyone coming in. Chao Wendao approached curiously, and only looked at the paper that was written:

"Good Monkey King, jump to the bridgehead, make a closed water method, twist the trick, pounce into the waves, separate the waterway, and go to the bottom of the East Ocean. As he was walking, he suddenly saw a Yaksha patrolling the sea, and asked, "Who is the one who pushed the water?" Wukong said: "I am the Monkey King, the natural saint of Huaguo Mountain, and I am the close neighbor of your old dragon king, why don't you know it?......

The dragon king specified, "The one who shines is the one who shines." Wukong stepped forward and touched it, it was an iron pillar, about the thickness of a bucket, and more than two feet long. He tried his best to cross his hands and said, "Thicker and longer! "After that, the baby was a few feet shorter and thinner. Wukong said again: "It's better to be fine......r!"

When the bell and drum rang, it really alarmed the Dragon King of the Three Seas, and he came in a moment, and they met outside, Ao Qin said: "Big brother, what's the matter, beat the drum and hit the bell......?"

Wukong stopped the golden crown, golden armor, and cloud shoes, and used the wishful stick, and hit it all the way, and said to the dragons: "Noise! ”......

Chao Wendao looked confused: "What kind of monkey is this? Is it so powerful? What kind of weapon is this, 13,500 catties, even the gods can't hold it, can it be big or small? Little junior brother, what are you making up nonsense?"

Wang Yangming was awakened by the sound of his voice next to his ear, hurriedly threw away his pen, and said embarrassedly: "Senior brother, when did you come back?"

Chao Wendao was a little stunned: "Little junior brother, the Dragon King of the East China Sea is a famous immortal in the mortal world, the incense is extremely prosperous, and he is very popular among people, why do you write him so badly, if it spreads, everyone will think that your book is a demon and evil! Also, is the Dragon King of the East China Sea called Ao Guang? Who did you listen to?"

After Wang Yangming came to this world, he also learned about the legends of the gods in this world. After his conclusion, the gods worshiped by the people here are not much different from the gods worshiped by the people in the previous life, what the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother, the God of Wealth, the God of Water, the God of Fire, the God of Mao, etc., in the previous life, there are all in this life.

It is not surprising that, according to the encyclopedia, people could not understand the forces of nature, so they created gods to take charge of these natural phenomena, and tried to obtain the blessings of nature by worshipping them. In the previous life, people in China sacrificed to the dragon king for rain, Christianity worshiped God to atone for their sins, and people from primitive tribes in Africa worshipped primitive gods in order to get more prey. People in this world also have the need to ask for rain and the need to get rich, so these gods exist correspondingly.

The strange thing is that these immortals all have positions and no names, people call the Jade Emperor the Emperor of Heaven, and they don't know his name, and the God of Wealth, the God of the Stove, etc. also have no names, which makes him a little strange, so Chao Wendao asked him why the name of the Dragon King is Ao Guang, because in this world, the Dragon King has no name.

Wang Yangming saw the seriousness of what Chao Wendao said, and couldn't help but laugh: "Senior brother, you are too careful, but it's just fun to write casually." ”

Chao Wendao stretched out his hand: "How many words have you written?" ”

Wang Yangming didn't want to show him, after all, it had just started, if Chao Wendao finished reading it and said that this book was not interesting at all, how could he still have the motivation to continue to transcribe, but after thinking about it, Chao Wendao is the person he believes most in this world, and he has read countless books, if he says that it is not interesting after reading it, then he will give up as soon as possible, if the senior brother says that it is good-looking, then it proves that he has a head in this "Journey to the West".

So he handed over the manuscript, and did not sit down for a while, he stood and read, and after a while, he had finished reading the three chapters written, and his face was very strange, and he finally exclaimed: "Little junior brother, although your manuscript has only just begun, it has already been magical and magnificent. The bottom of the gallop, when I first saw it, I felt that you slandered the immortals, and it was a big rebellion, and now it seems that you are not writing about the immortals, but the immortals as mortals to write, the immortals also have desires, selfishness, and seven emotions and six desires, which is really a thought that no one dared to send before. Little junior brother, you are very talented. ”

Wang Yangming listened to him praise himself, thinking that he is now a monster blessed by Mr. Wu Chengen, of course, you can't help but admire, and at the same time sighed at the senior brother's wisdom like a torch, only to see the beginning, he has already realized the deep meaning of Mr. Wu writing gods like writing people, and asked at the moment: "Do you think this thing has a head?"

Chao Wendao was puzzled: "What is the head?"

What answered him was Wang Yangming's mysterious smile: "Of course, it is printed into a collection and published and distributed!"

Chao Wendao was stunned for a long time, shook his head and smiled: "Little junior brother, are you short of money, I still have a few taels of silver here, I will give it to you first." ”

"Senior brother, don't make trouble, I just want to know if anyone will want to see this thing", Wang Yangming replied very seriously: "If I can compile a collection and release it in the world, I will have a great sense of accomplishment." A sense of accomplishment, you know?"

Chao Wendao was still thinking about the monkey, ignored Wang Yangming, thought carefully for a moment, tilted his head and threw out a sentence: "Then you tell me what happened to this monkey first? I can judge whether your manuscript has a future, and whether anyone will like to read it." ”

Wang Yangming glanced at him with disdain: "Spoilers are not good authors." ”