"Tyrannosaurus, you are tired like this, don't go to chop wood today! You better tell the sect, get out of here!" Xue Chengwen saw that the tyrannosaurus gritted his teeth and stood up straight, and he couldn't bear to say in his heart. If it goes on like this, the tyrannosaurus will be exhausted.

Hearing Xue Chengwen's words, the tyrannosaurus didn't take it seriously, although he was just a miscellaneous disciple, he still had the qualifications to pursue the avenue of online literature, and it would be difficult to turn back if he left here.

In the eyes of the outer disciples, the miscellaneous disciples are like ants, and they will not pay attention to the life and death of the miscellaneous disciples, let alone anyone who will stand up for the tyrannosaurus who they don't know. "Brother Xue, I understand your kindness, I'll rest for a while, and I'll be fine!"

The tyrannosaurus refused Xue Chengwen's kindness, took a staggering step, took the wood cutting tools, walked out of the place where the miscellaneous disciples lived, and walked towards the mountains on the outskirts of the Qixi Wenzong. There is a forest at the foot of Qixi Wenzong Mountain, and the miscellaneous disciples usually go there to cut firewood.

It is said that those with extraordinary talents can break through the signing realm from the station in one month, put it on the shelves in three months, publish it in one year, and achieve a small god in three years.

The so-called talent, the tyrannosaurus only understands the approximate. To put it simply, talent is the spiritual root, and everyone has some of it in their body to a greater or lesser extent. However, the point is the quantity, the spiritual root is sufficient, if the same immortal method can be practiced in a year, then those who lack the spiritual root may need ten years, or even a hundred years.

Human life is limited, and those with mediocre qualifications often do not have much development in their lives, which is why the Qixi Wenzong recruits disciples to pay attention to the spiritual root. Who would want to use precious resources for those writers with average talent to practice? It is inevitable that the Qixi Wenzong will leave resources to those writers with good talent and fast cultivation speed.

With all his strength, the tyrannosaurus finally finished the work of Li Wuwen and Yang Rudong before sunset the next day, Li Wuwen came on time to take the wood cut by the tyrannosaurus to the miscellaneous servant to hand in the task, and when he left, he did not forget to kick the tyrannosaurus and shouted: "You still do the work for me tomorrow." ”

Although he had expected it for a long time, the tyrannosaurus still felt a sense of humiliation in his heart, only blaming himself for his poor talent, and he was not the material for practicing online literature at all, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would die of exhaustion here sooner or later. Drag your tired body all the way forward.

Along the way, many gray-clothed miscellaneous disciples saw the appearance of the tyrannosaurus, and many people's eyes flashed with a burst of unbearable. They persuaded the Tyrannosaurus to leave the Qixi Wenzong, but for their words, the Tyrannosaurus just smiled bitterly and did not answer.

Back in his dormitory, the tyrannosaurus groped under the bed for a while, took out the sweet potato hidden under the bed, took out one and stuffed it into his mouth, the sweet potato was very dry, but the tyrannosaurus didn't drink water, just lay straight down on the bed.

"My physical constitution is too poor, if I continue to dare to work so much, I will eventually die of exhaustion!" "The tyrannosaurus sat on the bed, and a sense of crisis came to his face. "At present, there is only one time to escape first, and then you can avoid death!" After thinking about it, this is the only way to dodge.

The practice of a writer is a process of precipitation and accumulation, and only by accumulating thick and thin can he break through the shackles and embark on the road of cultivation! But in the past three years, he has been overworked, not only has he not precipitated a trace of heritage, but even his original physique has been consumed, which has disappointed the tyrannosaurus for a while.

"My qualifications, it's really difficult to enter the road of online literature!" Tyrannosaurus lowered his head and was silent, and in a trance, a voice came to his ears, "Tyrannosaurus, no matter how difficult the future cultivation path is, you can't give up!" Tyrannosaurus didn't know where this voice came from, it seemed that it had been ringing in his ears from time to time a few years ago.

Every time he was desperate, the words ringing in his ears always made him muster the last courage. The difficulties in front of you must be overcome, otherwise you will only be exhausted to death.

The only way to do this now is to take the opportunity of his father's birthday to go home and take refuge for a while, but the tyrannosaurus is not the kind of soft persimmon character, he keeps the faces of all the people who bully him in his heart, and waits for the future strength to increase and return one by one.

Early in the morning, the tyrannosaurus came to the door of the utility department and respectfully said to the yellow-clothed young man: "Senior brother, I want to go home and have a look, I want you to help!" Then he handed some of the loose silver he had stored for a long time to the steward of the miscellaneous office.

After accepting the 'filial piety' of the tyrannosaurus, the yellow-clothed young man's face was slightly moved, and he said indifferently: "Okay, come with me!" The yellow-clothed young man twitched the corners of his mouth, glanced at the tyrannosaurus coldly, and turned around and walked towards the courtyard.

The Tyrannosaurus rex was expressionless and quickly followed. Walking in the main courtyard, he was not long and was taken to a garden planted with flowers and plants. The young man in yellow stood outside the courtyard and said lazily, "Uncle Sun, a registered disciple has come to look for you. ”

There was not much respect in his tone, and it was obvious that the Uncle Sun in front of him was not a high-status lord. After saying that, he stood aside nonchalantly. At this time, an old voice came from the garden: "Go down and let the miscellaneous disciple come in." ”

The young man in yellow chuckled lightly and left. I didn't even look at the Tyrannosaurus rex when I left. The Tyrannosaurus was nervous and pushed open the courtyard door. As soon as I walked in, a strong medicinal fragrance suddenly came to my face.

The tyrannosaurus was stunned, looked back at the courtyard gate, and wondered why he didn't smell the fragrance of medicine outside at all, just a door away. "What are you doing there, and you don't give your name?"

Elder Sun's voice showed dissatisfaction, coming from the room in the corner of the courtyard. Tyrannosaurus hurriedly said respectfully: "Miscellaneous disciple Tyrannosaurus, meet Elder Sun, my father will have his birthday tomorrow, and the disciple wants to go home." ”

"Hmph, the writer's cultivation pays attention to cutting off the mortal dust, and you are so concerned about the world, don't want to step into the avenue of online literature in your life!" the old voice reprimanded. The tyrannosaurus frowned, and couldn't help but say: "The disciple is just a miscellaneous servant, he doesn't enjoy any benefits of the sect, and he can't fly to the sky or the earth, so how can he get out of the world?"

The other party was silent for a while, and after a long time, he said impatiently: "The deadline is three days, go and return quickly, this is a thousand miles talisman that can be used twice, and sticking to your legs can make you speed up a lot." After speaking, a seemingly plain yellow paper floated out of the window of the room and gently landed at the feet of the tyrannosaurus.

The tyrannosaurus picked up the yellow paper and cherished it in his arms, he knew that all the miscellaneous disciples who went out to visit their relatives would be given such a charm, the purpose of the Qixi Wenzong was very simple, through these disciples who went home to visit relatives, show the spell of the writer, and attract more children to come to the sect test.

This thousand miles talisman is actually very inferior, it can only be regarded as the lowest level of charms, and the only advantage is that it is simple to use, and it can be used as long as it is pasted on the leg every time. For low-level writers, it can increase speed.