A curtain of autumn rain fell, covering the hawking songs in the streets and alleys.

The sound of pipa came from the deep alley and gradually entered Wushan's ears.

On the carriage, Wushan lifted the curtain and glanced at the alley where the horses passed, and his face was indifferent and quiet.

About half an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of the Zhou Mansion in Dongcheng, and Wu Shan and the guard Liu Hong entered the Zhou Mansion.

Today is the day when Zhou Langkun gives a lecture to Wushan, and the Zhou Mansion seems quite quiet, it should be the little junior sister Zhou Qingzhou who went to the academy, which made this house stop a lot.

Wushan saw Zhou and saluted.

Under Zhou's gaze, Wu Shan ate a plate of pastries before picking up the other two plates of pastries and entering the study.

In the study, Zhou Langkun is appreciating the fragrant tea.

Seeing Wushan walk in, Zhou Langkun handed Wushan a cup of tea when Wushan put down the pastry.

"You Luo Miyuan sent it, try it!"

Wu Shan nodded, although he didn't know how to taste tea, it didn't delay him from tasting fresh things.

The entrance of clear tea, the lips and teeth are fragrant, and the bottom of the tongue is ringing.

When a sip of tea is swallowed into the stomach, it is even more refreshing, the aroma is rich, and it exudes a charm that Wushan cannot say from the inside out.

"It's very fragrant, the lingering fragrance lingers, and it regulates the intestines!"

"Hehe......"

Wushan's praise for tea made Zhou Langkun smile.

Wushan's praise is very simple, he only said the fragrance he tasted, as for the rest, Wushan really can't say why.

"That's Ye Yun tea!"

"This tea, like a book, is the same as a person."

"A pot of tea, green leaves and clear water, taste it leisurely. A book, between the lines, read through the cold and warm. A disciple, teaching each other, preaching and solving doubts. ”

"Drink more tea, tea can get rid of laziness and laziness, and it can also awaken the mind."

Wushan got up and saluted, served tea to Zhou Langkun, and described the feelings of master and apprentice.

Zhou Langkun took a sip of tea and asked lightly.

"Juyun Dingke brought?"

Wu Shan nodded, and when his literary spirit surged, there was already an extra small tripod in his hand.

This is the Juyun Ding, a typical round tripod, three-legged and two-eared, and the outer wall of the tripod is embedded with a dragon-shaped creature with two horns, a big tail and a mighty shape.

At a glance, the moire totem on the outer wall of the tripod is beautiful, which makes Wushan a little loved.

Zhou Langkun took over the Juyun Ding, also observed it, instructed Wushan to take a closer look at the ears and internal moire patterns of Juyun Ding, and explained to Wushan why those moire patterns formed the Wendao Array.

"This Juyun Ding is an uncovered tripod, which can only be used for gathering luck and sacrifices."

"If there is a cover, there are two more functions, smelting and sacrifice."

Zhou Langkun's tone became more and more serious, and his face gradually became rigid.

Obviously, today's lesson has begun.

"You have entered the fourth realm of the Dao of Literature, although you are not complete, you should also know some means of luck."

"Luck, formless, shadowless, silent, invisible, and intangible."

"However, these are relatively ordinary people. For those of us who are readers, there are various means to see luck and use it. ”

While speaking, Zhou Langkun's chest surged with Chinese qi, and wisps of white literary qi continued to rush to Juyunding, filling the belly of Ding, and then a burst of light shone brightly, illuminating Wushan's eyes narrowed.

"Look, the moire circle has been opened, and now you still need to put sacrifices in Juyunding."

"The sacrifices are superior to soul, qi, and blood, medium to all kinds of rare and exotic objects, inferior to gold, jade, beads, silk, and domestic animals such as pigs, cattle, and sheep."

Zhou Langkun's solemn and solemn voice sounded, and the cultural qi in his body surged again, and another wisp of literary qi poured into Juyunding.

That is, after this wisp of literary qi was poured in, Wushan saw several pillars of luck of different colors suddenly rising on the Gathering Fortune Ding, with different thicknesses and heights.

Just when Wushan still wanted to take a closer look, the pillar of luck dissipated, the light of the gathering luck was extinguished, and everything returned to calm.

Without waiting for Wushan to ask, the teacher Zhou Langkun had already explained.

"Just now it was the Wangqi technique, which was based on the Gathering Fortune Ding for the teacher, with a wisp of Wenqi as a sacrifice, and manifested into the teacher's luck in a short time, which is one of the uses of the Wangqi technique."

"Remember, don't show your luck in front of outsiders at will in the future, it's easy to be attacked and plotted by special means."

After saying this, Zhou Langkun handed Juyunding back to Wushan.

To be honest, Zhou Langkun used his own temperament to manifest luck for the sacrifice, not only to let Wushan see luck, but also to teach Wushan how to use the Gathering Fortune Ding.

With this manifestation of luck, Zhou Langkun's teaching will be more relaxed in the future.

"Teacher, what is the sacrificial technique?"

This question has been put on hold for a long time, and Wushan wanted to ask it a long time ago.

In the last military exercise, Wushan had seen the human sacrifice technique, which was powerful and sad.

Speaking of sacrifice, Zhou Langkun's face was sad and full of sorrow.

"The sacrificial technique is the secret art of Wendao that uses life, soul, qi and blood, and Wen Qi as sacrifices in exchange for super combat effectiveness."

"At the beginning, the sacrificial technique was a secret technique developed by the Wenqi Dao Palace for the scholars of our clan, and later our clan was weak, so this technique was promoted."

"This technique is mostly seen in the military, and it is not uncommon for major forces and families to be seen."

"This technique has a great merit to our human race, but if you hurt the enemy and hurt yourself, don't use it until you have to."

Zhou Langkun's voice fell, and a literary aura flew out of his hand, flying straight towards Wushan's head.

In an instant, Wushan passively fell into a torrent of words, accepting all kinds of formations.

The ancient, vicissitudes, and distant breath continued to echo in his mind, and Wushan learned the [Qi Technique], the [Qi Transformation Technique], and the [Sacrifice Technique].

This method of preaching has gone beyond word of mouth and secrets.

It took a whole hour for Wushan to recover from his dizziness.

"Drink tea! I changed to a flower tea, refreshing your mind, good for you. ”

"Thank you teacher!"

Wu Shan took the teacup, opened the lid and blew it, the tea soup was light red, and a blood-colored jasmine petal floated in it, which was particularly eye-catching.

"It's ......"

"Spirit flower, blood jasmine, ranked fourth, produced in the bitter cold land of the north."

Wushan smelled the fragrance of tea, the fragrance was fragrant, and the whole body suddenly felt relaxed.

Wu Shan drank the tea in three or two sips, and his swollen head was really not so uncomfortable.

After another quarter of an hour, Zhou Langkun saw that Wushan's spirit had rebounded, so he continued to lecture.

"Luck, talk about the long and short, talk about the prosperity and decline."

"If the fortune is prosperous, the blessing will last; If luck declines, everything will not go well. ”

"Fate is the character of a person, and luck is what happens to a person."

"The gas is fixed in a few days, and the fortune of the people can be expected."

“……”

Zhou Langkun continued to explain a lot of common sense and principles about luck, which made Wushan difficult to understand and foggy.

Zhou Langkun left Wushan half an hour of thinking time, and only after feeling that Wushan was almost there, Zhou Langkun continued to speak.

"These are all theoretical foundations, and then I will take you to appreciate the countless ancestors of my human race who have spent countless years, with luck as the line and literary atmosphere as the basis, to create the human literary world."

"Terran literary world?"

"Well, the Terran literary world, to put it simply, this is a great array of luck that runs through ancient and modern times, crisscrossing the territory of our race."

“……”

Regarding Zhou Langkun's big array of human literature, Wushan was a little confused.

Wushan can't imagine what kind of big array can run through ancient and modern, crisscrossing the earth.

"Close your eyes, run the Qi Transformation Technique, and follow the teacher into the Terran literary world with the luck of the teacher."

When Zhou Langkun spoke, he had already closed his eyes, and in the Juyun Ding in front of him and Wushan, Zhou Langkun had already released several soul crystals the size of eggs, which were sacrifices.

When Wushan heard this, he listened to the teacher's teachings, and after closing his eyes, his whole body was full of energy, and his mind followed an ethereal but clearly perceptible trajectory all the way.

[To live or to die?] 】

[Fight, or surrender? 】

[Readers, welcome to the human literary world! ] 】

[Terran bloodline purity test, the test passed! ] 】

[Luck association is being built, and the construction is passed! ] 】

[Reader, please choose a pen name for yourself? 】

Wu Shan was a little confused, he didn't know how to choose a pen name, he only knew that he had a pseudonym called Xingtian.

However, at this moment when Wu Shan was thinking, Wu Shan's pen name had already appeared.

[Are you sure that 'Xingtian' is your pen name in the Terran literary world?] 】

Wu Shan thought for a moment, and then chose to be sure.

It was at this time that the place where Wushan's mind was located, Hongmeng was first opened, chaos was generated, there was nothing, nothing existed, and even Wushan's mind was an ethereal existence.

Wushan was curious, and his mind continued to explore this void.

I don't know how long it took, Wushan found nothing.

After a trance, Wu Shan's mind withdrew from the chaotic void, and the person was completely awake in Zhou Langkun's study.

Opposite, Zhou Langkun was holding a cup of tea, looking at Wushan leisurely, with a smile on his face.

"Teacher, that's ......"

"That's my Terran literary world, you just through my traction, the initial construction of the literary world, the void that has been opened up is your own exclusive space, as long as you don't tell others, no one can enter."

"Including saints?"

"Including the saints!"

On the back of Wushan, Zhou Langkun said very solemnly.

At the end, Zhou Langkun said to Wushan in the same solemn tone.

"Remember, no one can enter that space except you."

"I can't do it, I can't do it with a saint, and I can't do it with my relatives...... It's yours out there. ”

Although Wu Shan didn't know why, he still nodded and promised.

"Teacher, what can that space do? What is the role of my human literary circle? ”

Zhou Langkun did not answer Wushan immediately, but after taking a sip of tea, he asked Wushan some questions that had nothing to do with the human literary world.

"Along the way of the Wen Dao, you have also cultivated to the fourth realm, when do you think that with the speed at which you accumulate literary qi, you will be able to break through to the fifth realm?"

"In the process of accumulating literary energy, how much spiritual ink does it take? How much Spirit Paper does it cost? ”

"With the speed at which you hunt and kill alien beasts, you might be able to replenish these consumables in time?"

"Even if you are fast enough, how many strange beasts will you hunt in my Terran territory?"

"If it's the sixth, seventh, sixth, and eighth realms, how much will it consume?"

"All the time is used to replenish consumption, what do you take to study?"

Zhou Langkun's series of questions made Wushan dumbfounded.

For a long time, Wu Shan was thinking about finding an opportunity to go out of the city to kill strange beasts, replenish himself with spirit paper and spirit ink, and improve his realm faster.

But today, Zhou Langkun's questions made Wushan come back to his senses, and this world didn't seem to be what he thought.

"Now as a teacher, I can tell you that as long as you have time, you are talented, and you have enough energy, my human literary world can allow you to quickly improve your realm."

As soon as these words came out, Wushan was shocked.

"Teacher, this is ......"

Wu Shan didn't say what he wanted to say, because he doubted Zhou Langkun's words at the moment, which was a little disrespectful.

"This is true, it is true!"

"This ......"

Wushan was silent in his position and reorganized his worldview.

"Teacher, presumably there is a price for the Terran literary world to improve its realm, right?"

"Well, the children are teachable!"

Zhou Langkun nodded slightly, his eyes were dark, he was still very satisfied with Wushan's performance at this moment, at least he didn't break his heart and lose his square inch.

Many scholars who have worked hard to cultivate to the fourth realm, when they learn the news, will be devastated and will think that everything they have paid before has been in vain.

"Please also ask the teacher to give advice!"

Wushan is very direct, just ask if you don't understand.

This is also what Zhou Langkun admires most about Wushan.

Zhou Langkun straightened his clothes, sat upright like a clock, and his voice was solemn.

"As I said earlier, the Terran literary world is a supreme fortune array built by countless ancestors of our race with countless years and countless resources."

"The Great Array is based on Wenqi, with luck as the line, and countless clansmen as the point, connecting all the scholars together, forming a big web of luck like a spider's web."

"This is the literary network, and the center of the literary network is the Terran literary world."

"With the Terran literary world, we can not only share intelligence information in the air, but also share all kinds of talented poetry and articles."

"More importantly, for countless years, the ancestors of our clan have melted into the human literary world, so that the literary world has enough spiritual ink, so that more talented descendants can grow up quickly and quickly become the pillars of our human race."

These things are so shocking, even Wushan, I have to sit in my position, don't say a word, and digest it silently.

Qi luck, Qi Technique, Qi Transformation Technique, Sacrifice Technique, Literary Network, Terran Literary Circle, these things are taken out individually, and Wushan is easy to understand, but when they are all put together, Wushan is a little unbearable.

"Therefore, the scholars of our clan, as long as they are gone, are all good men of our clan and heroes of our clan."

Wushan is silent, extremely silent!

It is only now that Wushan really understands what it means to turn ink away.

When Wushan woke up in Qingyang County, the first faceless ghost he killed was mentioned.

Wushan still remembers the original words of the faceless ghost, very clearly, very clearly.

"Isn't the Qingguo Ju Sage already inked?"

It turns out that the so-called ink is approaching, and he has integrated all the essence of his own body into the Terran literary world, and has become countless resources to nourish the descendants of the Terran race.

And the pillars and pillars of the Qingguo were lost decades ago, which is one of the fundamental reasons for the collapse of the Qingguo.

At this moment, Wushan understood a lot of things and realized a lot of truths.

We are still alive because our ancestors who died are still carrying the burden.