The desk is near the window, the breeze is coming, floating like a dream, half a day is leisurely, where is it stolen?

Yesterday, Zhou Langkun imparted to Wushan the knowledge and secret skills, which benefited Wushan a lot.

This morning, after listening to the course of one of the subjects in the academy, Wushan returned to the house early.

Wushan near the window to practice calligraphy, nourish the heart and mind, and nourish the body.

Knowing the relevant information of luck and the human literary world, the impact on Wushan has not completely dissipated, and Wushan's mind has been spent on it for the past two days.

On the white paper, Wushan swiped the pen and sprinkled the ink, and the stroke showed his sincerity.

Half an hour later, Wushan imitated a short ancient sage text, and a sense of joy swept through the body and mind, so unhappy.

"Childe, this is so well written!"

Xiao Yun'er's apricot eyes were shining, and she was impressed by Wushan's handwriting, and her eyes were full of reverence.

Wu Shan shook his head, put away the pen and ink, and after moving his wrist, he took the tea handed by Xiao Yun'er and took a sip lightly.

"Later, I will retreat, I can't be disturbed, and I will help my son guard the door."

"Slaves obey!"

After a while, Xiao Yun'er walked out, Wushan closed the door, and sat quietly on the chair for about a cup of tea before taking out Juyunding from his arms.

With Wushan's current strength, it is necessary to rely on Juyunding to manifest qiyun, and it is also necessary to rely on Juyunding to establish a connection with the human literary world.

Yesterday's teacher Zhou Langkun's words made Wushan full of curiosity about the human literary world.

Therefore, at this moment, Wushan is ready to explore the human literary world by himself.

After filling the Juyun Ding with literary energy, Wu Shan took out a few soul beads from his arms and put them into the Juyun Ding as a sacrifice.

There are a lot of soul beads in Wushan, which are the trophies that fall after killing some powerful ghosts.

In the past, Wushan didn't know how to use this thing, so he accumulated a lot.

When everything was ready, Wu Shan closed his eyes and fell silent.

The ethereal but clearly perceptible trajectory reappeared, and Wushan followed the trajectory into the space of his own.

[To live or to die?] 】

[Fight, or surrender? 】

[Scholar Xingtian, welcome to the human literary world! ] 】

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

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

These words were spoken in an old voice.

Yesterday, Zhou Langkun told Wu Shan that this voice was the voice of the spirit of the human literary world, and it was a great god who managed the human literary world.

"Respected Spirit God, please connect me with the main altar of the human race literary world, as well as the Qingguo branch altar."

[The request is passed, and the scholar Xingtian is connecting the general altar of the human literary world and the Qingguo branch altar for you. 】

Lord Lingshen, he is talking about the spirit of the human literary world, he is a god, a supreme existence, not a saint, but higher than the status of a saint.

The spirit of the literary world has existed for countless years, and he is bound to the luck of the human race, and he deserves to be called a spirit god by everyone.

As the words of the spirit of the literary world fell, the void where Wushan's mind was located, chaos exploded, and two huge and incomparable picture scrolls appeared out of thin air, slowly falling vertically, the scene was shocking and terrifying.

When Wushan took a closer look, he found that a picture scroll represented the general altar of the human literary circle, and a picture scroll represented the Qingguo branch altar.

In both paintings, only part of the public content can be seen in Wushan, and the rest is blank.

The picture scroll representing the general altar of the human literary world has very little content.

There is only one piece of information that Wushan can see: on the fifth day of the fifth month of May, the sky changes, the yin qi is pervasive, and the yin things breed.

Wu Shan knew very well that the reason for the lack of information was because of the lack of authority, realm, and luck, and the Terran literary world did not open up more information to him.

However, in the public information area of the Qingguo Branch, Wushan has seen a lot of information.

"The Sixth Realm Beast appeared outside Xuyang City, did any nearby seniors pass by to slay demons and beasts?"

---- speaker: Xu Yang Swordsman

"Look at my country's talent monthly list, there is an article in Luoshan City that is full of talent, every word is beautiful, and it is wonderful."

---- Speaker: Freedom

"It is rumored that there are saint-level beasts outside Qinghe City, who knows if it's true or not?"

---- Speaker: Lao Mo

"People are in Qinghe, live in Qinglian Lake for a long time, and love Mengli alone."

---- speaker: Han Qing

"It's been more than half a year, why don't you see the caravan of the Qingsheng Business Alliance in the Northland?"

---- speaker: Tang people

“……”

There is a lot of information in the public area of the Qingguo Branch, all over the picture, the length is different, the talk is different, and the Wushan is dizzying, and the amazement is repeated.

This is the Terran literary world! This is the Qingguo literary world!

One question after another appeared in Wu Shan's heart, and one question after another was answered.

A long time ago, Wu Shan had many doubts in his heart.

How did those high-level people in Qinghe City contact the outside world, how did they obtain information from the outside world, and how did they learn about the situation in the world......

Now that the Terran literary world has come out, most of the problems have been solved.

The content of the speeches of readers from all over the country in the public area deeply attracted Wushan, which opened a door to Wushan.

A personal name, a city, and a strange story make Wushan linger.

It was not until the sacrifices were exhausted and Wushan was forced to withdraw from the human literary world that he would not stop.

And the house, the study.

Wu Shan slowly opened his eyes, and after his eyes were slightly blurred, there was an endless divine light flickering.

"The world is getting more and more interesting!"

Wu Shan's face was excited, his eyes gradually deepened and distant, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up.

I have to say, it's a magical world!

From today on, it deeply attracts Wushan and makes Wushan want to stop.

Wushan took a look at the time, and unconsciously it was more than an hour passed, which made Wushan, who was browsing and wandering in the human literary circle, suddenly feel that time was fleeting.

After thinking for a moment, Wu Shan took out a number of soul beads and filled the Juyun Ding. After the moire array was activated, Wushan once again entered the human literary world.

This time, instead of continuing to hang out in the common area, Wushan opened up the writing area.

The writing area is the most important area for readers.

Readers who write in this area do not need to consume spiritual ink and spiritual paper, they only need to use luck as a pen to write.

After the completion of the poetry article, the talent belongs to the author, and the original manuscript belongs to the human literary circle.

If there is a literal object, it will also belong to the human literary world.

In other words, everything written and written in the Terran literary world, except for talent, belongs to the Terran literary world.

Of course, the Terran literary world will make relevant compensation, will give some rewards, and increase the author's authority.

Wushan knew these in advance, and when he gave a lecture yesterday, the teacher Zhou Langkun gave a lecture to Wushan.

Opening the writing area, Wu Shan looked at the picture scroll that instantly turned blank, and his heart pondered.

Because of this moment, Wushan's experience outside the city passed one by one, and the hardships he had come along the way, as well as the tragic pictures of the people he saw, lingered.

Wushan understood what he needed to do and did his best to do something for the people.

Thinking of this, Wushan's heart moved slightly, his luck condensed, and a luck pen appeared in Wushan's hand.

Wushan raised the pen and wrote in the air.

"The earth is killing, and the heavens and the earth are chaotic."

"Experiencing the misery of the world, seeing that the people were reduced to blood food, and all living beings fell into sorrow, I wrote "The Biography of Zhong Kui and Killing Ghosts" ten times, prospering with righteousness and humanity, and returning the world to clarity."

"The first time: Jinluan Hall seeks glory and disaster, and the Yandu Mansion talks about ghosts."

"The world is pouring out of the world, and a thousand clever plans come out of the heart. I know that the hell is full of souls, and I don't want people to ask about ghosts. Idle pen questions, insults, how can they not give birth to demons? If you can change the evil state, often grind the Qingfeng stone. ”

“……”

"It is said that there was a scholar in Nanshan in ancient times, whose surname was Zhong Mingkui, and the word was southern. The raw leopard has a ringed head and eyes, an iron face and beard, and is very ugly and afraid of people. ”

"Who knows that although his appearance is insufficient, his inner talent is very much, when the pen arrives, the articles are splendid, the ink is everywhere, and the words are beautiful. And he is upright all his life, and he is not afraid of evil. ”

“……”

Wushan writes very coolly and energetically, and it is simply done in one go.

Because he is writing in the Terran literary world, he doesn't need to think about pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and there is a lot of Terran luck for Wushan to consume, and Wushan wrote the first episode of "The Legend of Zhong Kui Killing Ghosts" in one go, which was unbelievably smooth.

Of course, Wushan's mind was also consumed and exhausted because of this.

After writing this first volume, Wu Shan had no energy to continue writing, so he had to publish it first, and then continue to write the following content.

At the time of publication, Wushan had two choices, one was to publish in the general altar of the Terran literary circle, and the other was to publish it in the Qingguo branch altar.

The difference between the two options is that the object is different.

Published in the general altar of the Terran literary circle, "The Legend of Zhong Kui Killing Ghosts" will be aimed at the readers of the whole human race.

Published in the Qingguo Branch, "The Legend of Zhong Kui Killing Ghosts" will only be open to readers in the entire Qingguo.

Wu Shan didn't think about it, so he chose to publish it in the general altar of the human literary circle.

Of course, Wushan's "The Legend of Zhong Kui Killing Ghosts" is not finished, and the talent will not be manifested, and basically no one will see it.

Unless those old pedants who have gone through the classics and have a shortage of books, it is possible to see Wushan's "The Legend of Zhong Kui Killing Ghosts".

After writing this first volume, Wu Shan's heart was sluggish, which made Wu Shan see the limit of his energy, that is, about 5,000 words.

Sure enough, any masterpiece and classic is accumulated bit by bit over a long period of time.

After Wushan reviewed and inspected "The Legend of Zhong Kui Slaying Ghosts", he withdrew from the human literary world in a trance.

And in the house, Wushan opened his eyes, looked pale, and was sluggish.

The door was pushed open, and a gust of autumn wind blew, which made Wushan feel a little better.

"Childe, your complexion ......"

"It's okay, the cultivation of the secret art essence and spirit is too consumed, just let Xiao Qi'er get me some food to replenish."

"Childe, wait a minute!"

Xiao Yun'er saw that Wushan's complexion was not good, and she looked so empty that she couldn't do it, so she hurriedly turned around and ran to the backyard kitchen, asking Xiao Qi'er to make more food.

In the outer courtyard, Wushan came with a cool breeze all the way, and found that the two brothers Liu Hong and Li Biao were chatting behind the gate with a plate of peanuts.

"Childe!" "Childe!"

Wu Shan waved his hand, motioned for Liu Hong and Li Biao, who stood up, to sit down, came to the other side of the stone table and sat down, and reached out to grab a peanut into his mouth.

"I was busy before, and I didn't have time to explain some things to you, so I'll tell you about it now."

Liu Hong and Li Biao saw that Wushan had something to say, so they hurriedly got up and made an obedient appearance.

"You also know that there is already chaos outside the city, and the county guard and the academy are jointly sweeping the surrounding area, and the manpower will definitely become more and more tight."

"Don't look at us now, we may be sent out on a sweeping mission in two days."

"So, you have taken the time to go to the market these days to buy enough wilderness survival materials, you have enough wilderness survival experience, what do you need, don't you need to say?"

Liu Hong and Li Biao shook their heads again and again, when it comes to survival experience in the wild, Wushan is really not as good as them.

Of course, the reason why Wushan assigned this task to Liu Hong and Li Biao was because their brothers had a treasure bag in their hands, which was convenient enough.

As for Wushan's own treasure bag, Wushan plans to put some higher-level materials.

After finishing the business, Wu Shan chatted with Liu Hong and Li Biao, the three of them are all qi and blood cultivators, and they have a lot of common words on the way to qi and blood.

It didn't take long for Xiao Yun'er to come to the front yard and inform Wushan that dinner was ready for dinner.

Wushan beckoned Liu Hong and Li Biao to serve the table together, but the two refused to live or die, so they had to wait for Wushan to finish eating before they were willing to serve it.

Wu Shan shook his head and smiled bitterly, he didn't force it, he had a huge mental consumption, and after some gluttony, he got up and went back to the bedroom.

The day of leisure has passed.

Early the next morning, Wushan changed into a clean white robe, stood up and wore jade, took Liu Hong and Li Biao, and drove to Zhou's mansion.

Today is another day for Zhou Langkun to give a lecture.

In the Zhou Mansion, after the guards happily welcomed Wushan into the mansion, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Shan's eyebrows were slightly raised, and the expression of the guard guarding the door already showed that the little girl Zhou Qingzhou definitely did not go to the academy to attend classes today.

Only when Zhou Qingzhou is in the mansion, the maids and guards of the entire Zhou Mansion will be so 'scared'.

The arrival of Wushan, in the eyes of the guards, is to divert firepower and 'suppress' Zhou Qingzhou.

Sure enough, before Wushan entered the main hall, he heard Zhou Qingzhou's delicate voice pestering Zhou Langkun.

"Daddy, my daughter also wants to listen to your lecture with Brother Wu, so you just let me listen to it, just listen to it for an hour."

"Nonsense!"

"Daddy......"

Wushan stood outside the main hall and said goodbye.

"Teacher, disciple Wushan, please say goodbye!"

Wushan saluted, and Zhou Langkun in the main hall glanced at Zhou Qingzhou, and asked Wushan to go in and speak.

Wu Shan entered the main hall and bowed to Zhou Langkun and Zhou's greetings, and before Zhou Langkun could reply, Zhou Qingzhou had already hooked Wu Shan's left arm and wrapped it up.

"Brother Wu, help me persuade my father, I will also listen to the class with you!"

Wu Shan shook his head and said nothing, didn't say anything, didn't do anything.

Wu Shan knows very well that he and Zhou Langkun have a master-apprentice relationship, and the way to teach and teach is to teach students according to their aptitude, and there are processes and stages.

Zhou Langkun's lecture to Wushan, Zhou Qingzhou may not be suitable, and it is unlikely that he will understand and understand.

The reason is very simple, Wushan and Zhou Qingzhou have different realms, different mentalities, and are not on the same progress.

Moreover, Zhou Qingzhou is Zhou Langkun's only daughter, it is impossible for Zhou Langkun not to attach importance to Zhou Qingzhou's studies, Zhou Langkun is not allowed now, he must have his own arrangements.

So Wushan can't be blindly involved in this matter.

Zhou Qingzhou couldn't get help in Wushan, his small mouth was upturned, and he sulked in Zhou's arms.

Zhou Langkun ignored the little girl, and then led Wushan into his study.

Later, Zhou Langkun's leisurely lecture sounded in the study.

"Qi and luck are inseparable from etiquette, etiquette is up and down, etiquette is respectful and humble."

"The etiquette is thorough, and there must be a tool. If there is a tool, it is solemn, and if there is a tool, it can communicate with heaven, earth, man and God. ”

"Ding, the head of the ritual vessel!"

“……”

Wushan is in class, but in the human literary world, his "The Legend of Zhong Kui Killing Ghosts" has quietly entered the eyes of the three people.