The four seasons are reincarnated, the autumn wind is bleak, and in this bleakness, Wushan feels the fame and fortune that are gradually approaching.

Life is always disturbed, and only reading can withstand the passing years.

Academy, Library Building.

After listening to a course of a bachelor's degree in calligraphy, Wu Shan brought his friends Xi Zhongsheng, Duan Yiming and others to the library to study, and sitting next to him was Chu Qingyi, who had been quiet for a long time.

Chu Qingyi, this is a girl who likes to sit in the corner, perceive the world in books, and write free words.

This tranquility is very loved by Wushan, and it has nothing to do with beauty and lust.

After reading the heavy "Alien Record" in his hand, Wu Shan turned his head to look at Chu Qingyi, under the warm sun, the fluff on the girl's earlobes was clearly visible, and the white and delicate skin gradually turned red under Wu Shan's gaze.

Chu Qingyi was still focusing on books, and Wushan was like a naughty heart thief, playing with the girl's pure and transparent heartstrings.

It's a pity that this atmosphere of unclear and unclear shortening the distance between the two was interrupted by a person who has no eyesight.

"Tomorrow Xiu Mu, my brother will have a banquet for friends in Xicheng Hongyan Building, is it possible for Wu Zangyuan to go?"

The student who came to Wushan and whispered to invite was called Jiang Qiuyu, Wushan was not familiar with him, but Wushan knew this person, because this person's elder and teacher Zhou Langkun were not a faction, but there was something wrong with the two sides.

"I'm sorry, I can't attend tomorrow!"

Wu Shan raised his hand and saluted, shaking his head and refusing Jiang Qiuyu's invitation.

This kind of invitation, don't even think about it, these guys will definitely set up traps and wait for Wushan to come to the door and jump down.

Although these guys will not have a head-on conflict with Wushan, it is easy to make Wushan lose face.

In front of Chu Qingyi, Wushan swept Jiang Qiuyu's face, and Jiang Qiuyu's face was slightly unsightly.

"It is said that Wuzang is brave and resourceful, and he explores the secret realm to win the secret treasure, but he is also a coward who does not dare to go to the meeting!"

Originally, Jiang Qiuyu planned to turn around and leave, the reason why he came to invite Wushan was to listen to his brother's proposal, but this invitation was not very sincere.

However, after seeing Chu Qingyi's side face, Jiang Qiuyu suddenly wanted to regain some face, so he opened his mouth and said this sentence that insinuated Wushan.

Wu Shan looked up at Jiang Qiuyu, knowing very well that the guy in front of him was secretly mocking his courage and strategy, and at the same time, because the secret treasure in Wu Shan's hand was a little hot.

In a word, accompanied by secret treasures and beauties, Jiang Qiuyu was a little envious, jealous and hateful.

"I'm not a coward, Daguanlou can prove it by comparing the test bench."

"If you don't believe me, let's try it now, and I promise not to stab you with a single shot."

Wu Shan spoke very coldly, murderously, and his eyes were indifferent, full of madness.

Jiang Qiuyu was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered Wushan's record in the Daguanlou competition platform, and his face changed again and again.

"You...... You...... You are really brave...... Reckless one! ”

'Reckless one' Jiang Qiuyu didn't say anything, so he could only make up for it silently in his heart.

At this point, Jiang Qiuyu turned around and left the library.

"Sorry to bother you!"

Wu Shan turned his head, the murderous intent in his eyes disappeared, and he looked at Chu Qingyi, and a touch of tenderness came out of his eyes like spring water.

"It's okay, you have to be careful!"

Chu Qingyi saw the tenderness in Wushan's eyes, and also saw the undisguised possessiveness in Wushan's eyes, thinking of the "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" left by Wushan in Chu Yuan, for some reason, Chu Qingyi's heart began to pound.

However, Chu Qingyi quickly put away this abnormality and said in a slightly worried voice.

"His brother's name is Jiang Qiufeng, and he is a handsome man on the talent list, ranking 97th after the ink painting of Cangshan Cave Academy."

"Your rise will make Jiang Qiufeng's ranking even further delayed, and the luck you share will be reduced."

"This banquet shouldn't be a good thing!"

Wu Shan looked at the quiet and smart girl in front of him, and was a little surprised that she knew so many things before she entered the fourth realm.

Compared with Chu Qingyi, Wu Shan felt that he was a blind and deaf fool.

Xu saw the surprise and embarrassment on Wu Shan's face, Chu Qingyi smiled slightly and said softly.

"Although I have not entered the fourth realm, the elders in my family often hear about my life, and I have heard and seen it in the academy, so I will naturally know more about it after a long time."

This is a very empathetic girl!

Chu Qingyi's explanation was not actually explaining, but comforting Wushan.

Wu Shan shook his head and smiled bitterly, revealing an expression that I understand, and his eyes were full of gratitude.

Click......

A melodious chime rang, this is the academy's clock, ringing ten times in a row, and it seems that the unitary time has arrived.

Wu Shan and Chu Qingyi glanced at each other, the girl shook her head slightly, raised the book in her hand and gestured, and then showed an apologetic look.

Wu Shan shrugged, stood up and walked out of the academy with Duan Yiming, who was coming to him.

And Di Mansion, Wushan Study.

The reason why Wushan came back so early was because Wushan was ready to enter the literary world in the evening and continue to write the second chapter of "The Legend of Zhong Kui Killing Ghosts".

As for Duan Yiming, after leaving the academy, this guy went to his teacher's mansion, and he should have gone to open a small stove.

There was a surge of literary qi in Wu Shan's chest, and a white literary aura enchantment suddenly rose in the room.

Outside the house, when the enchantment rose, the guards Liu Hong and Li Biao glanced at each other, and the eldest brother Liu Hong took the initiative to walk to the door of Wushan's study and acted as a doorman.

Even the maid Xiao Yun'er was also waiting at the door with a serious face, without making a sound.

In the study, Wushan had already taken out the Juyun Ding, and after the influx of literary qi, the cloud pattern array on the Juyun Ding was activated.

Wushan filled the soul beads into the Juyun Ding, closed his eyes, and followed the trajectory of luck, and entered the space of the literary world.

[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! ] 】

The voice of the Spirit of Luck in the human literary world is still very old, but when he thinks that behind this voice is a majestic existence, and it is a spirit god that everyone must respect, Wushan unconsciously rises in awe.

"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, the scholar Xingtian is connecting the general altar of the human literary world and the Qingguo branch altar for you. 】

In the space of the literary world, two picture scrolls appeared again in front of Wushan, one of which represented the general altar of the human literary circle, and the other represented the branch altar of Qingguo.

Just when Wushan was about to check the scroll of the general altar of the literary world, next to Wushan, another much smaller scroll appeared.

That's a list, to be exact.

On the list, there are three big characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing [show list].

On the picture scroll of the show list, countless text patterns in the background flashed and dazzling, and after a burst of brilliance, they were hidden like a fairy in the fog and a charm in the clouds.

Wu Shan glanced at it, and in the ninety-sixth position, he saw his name.

The name on the list is Wushan (Xingtian), revealing the real name of Wushan, but the name of Xingtian is hidden.

Wushan swept the list again from beginning to end, and many of them were names he didn't recognize, so he was not interested in watching more.

Then Wushan looked at the picture scroll that represented the general altar of the human literary world, and the content was still very little, so it could be said that it remained unchanged.

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

Scattered the picture scroll of the general altar of the human literary world, Wushan opened the Qingguo literary circle.

"Wushan of Qinglu Academy, squeezed into the show list, congratulations!"

---- speaker: 榖辋

"Rim, are you talking about the truth, in the chaotic situation of my Qingguo now, can you still produce such talents?"

---- Speaker: Freedom

"The talent show list has been updated, and Wushan has entered the talent show list, occupying the ninety-sixth place. Looking at it like this, the ink painting of Cangshan Cave Academy should have suffered a big loss in his hands. ”

---- Speaker: Lao Mo

"People are in Qinghe, this matter has spread, it is said that Renxiu Wushan defeated the ink of Cangshan Cave Academy in the exploration of the secret realm."

---- speaker: Brother Long

"What's that, who was the last person on the show list before, let's pity him for a quarter of an hour!"

---- speaker: Military

"The last place on the previous show list was called Xu Yang, who was a talented man in Yasukuni, and mourned silently for Xu Yang, and his luck was gone, hahaha......"

---- Speaker: Enlightenment

“……”

Wushan didn't expect that the most discussed thing in the public area of the Qingguo literary circle was his entry into the talent list, which was really unexpected.

After reading the speeches of these readers, Wushan found that these readers were very improper, and they were talking about topics that were not nutritious, without any depth.

Therefore, Wushan closed the Qingguo literary scene and returned to the general altar of the human race.

Here, Wushan is in the library area, and I have seen some special insights of many old scholars on the sage classics, which has opened Wushan's eyes.

In particular, an article "On the Relationship between the Amount of Talent Contained in a Work and the Probability of Textualization" deeply attracted Wushan.

Wushan wanted to watch it in depth, but when he saw the hundreds of thousands of words in the article, he decisively gave up this choice.

Because Wushan still has to continue to write the second chapter of "The Legend of Zhong Kui Killing Ghosts", he is afraid that the sacrifices and mental power he sacrificed will not be enough.

When I came to the writing area, Wushan reminisced about the first time, and it didn't matter if I had this taste, but I saw the first book review of "The Legend of Zhong Kui Slaying Ghosts".

"Iron-faced bearded, although people are ugly, they are determined to kill ghosts; A white-faced scholar, pretending, very greedy for life and afraid of death. ----Jingde"

Wu Shan looked at the book review of this book friend named Jingde, and really wanted to give him a thumbs up, but unfortunately the literary world did not have the function of liking.

After reading the book review, Wushan collected his heart and luck, raised his hand to condense the pen of luck, and hung in the air.

The opening sentence is:

"The second time: the root of the lawsuit is indignant by the two gods, and the three ghosts are strong and strong"

The words said: Talking about Zi Yuncai, I don't see that the help is gray, where is the palindrome going, I said sadly, sad and tearful, cold eyes afraid to open, and my eyes are full of firewood. Fortunately, there is a wide skin to pretend, talk about pounding, deceiving people. ”

It is said that Zhong Kui followed the bats and led the Yin soldiers, and the mighty man had already arrived in the yang world. It was the time of the third spring. ”

"Everyone turned into human form, all the way peach and willow green, the mountains and rivers were clear. I saw an ancient temple in the green willow bay from a distance, and the bat had already flown forward. ”

Zhong Kui said ......"

“……”

"The three demons did everything they could in their lives; A pile of stinking dung, not worth half a penny after death. I don't know what the hell happened later, but I'll see it next time. ”

After writing this second episode, Wushan was depressed, and he sensed that the sacrifices were exhausted, and after the second release of "The Legend of Zhong Kui Killing Ghosts", he withdrew from the literary world.

And the house, the study.

As the Wenqi enchantment in Wushan's study disappeared, Xiao Yun'er, who was guarding outside, immediately reacted, and walked into the study with the soup made in a porcelain pot.

Xiao Yun'er remembers very well that the last time this happened, her son-in-law was depressed and looked like he couldn't do it.

After the guard Liu Hong saw the shadow of Wushan through the window, his face was relaxed, and he went to the front yard with his steps to find his brother Li Biao to play dominoes.

Cuckoo...... Gollum ......

Wu Shan picked up the big tonic ginseng soup handed by Xiao Yun'er, and after a burst of sucking and swallowing, he let out a sigh of satisfaction.

This human literary world really consumes the soul beads and the power of the heart, Wushan enters a small half day, the soul beads dissipate, and the mind is gone, as if it is a big battle.

With this tonight, I have to rest for at least three or five days before I can enter the literary world again.

After drinking the soup, Wu Shan sighed a little, in the final analysis, his strength was too weak, if he had the strength of his teacher Zhou Langkun, it was estimated that it would not be a problem to stay in the literary world for a day.

Later, Wushan ate some food brought by Xiao Qi'er, and under Xiao Yun'er's service, he fell asleep.

On the second day, I was supposed to go to Zhou Langkun's mansion for classes today, but today I was off, and Zhou Langkun took Zhou Qingzhou out to visit friends, so Wushan had a free day.

After a whole night of deep sleep, Wushan's spirit recovered a lot, and with a new white robe, the whole person felt a little jade tree in the wind.

Sure enough, as the old saying goes, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles.

After eating, Wushan felt panicked and always wanted to go out and go out.

Before he got into the carriage, before his body sat Zhou Zheng, the voice of the escort Liu Hong came in.

"Childe, where are we going?"

Hearing this, Wu Shan's mind suddenly appeared with the figure of a little child, and a charming shadow.

Wushan pulled Liu Hong and Li Biao out of the door, originally thinking of going to the market, but suddenly changed his mind.

"Go to Qinglian Lake!"

I haven't seen Furong for a while, and to be honest, Wushan misses the kind of days with Furong, pure, simple, and happy.

Of course, the main thing is to have lotus seeds to peel, and maybe a beautiful woman to feed.

More than an hour later, the carriage traveled to Qinglian Residence.

Wushan got off the car, looking at the lake with a darker water, his mind seemed to have walked into the sparkling and layers of ripples in front of him, and the ups and downs and trance were entangled with each other, and his mind was quite peaceful.

Perhaps when it is more autumn, the lotus leaves in the lake are no longer fields, and they are sparse and withered.

However, it is such a scenery that makes Wushan feel more affection for this place, a feeling that Wushan himself has not noticed.

Crash!

A giant fish leaps out of the water, making a splash that shines in the sun.

Wushan, who saw this scene, reached out and touched it in his arms, and the folding fan painting soul appeared in his hand.

Wu Shan opened the paper fan, took two guards, and walked towards the Qinglian Residence with the painting soul.

Qinglian Ju had guards guarding the door, but Wushan took Liu Hong and Li Biao without any hindrance, and entered Qinglian Lake.

"Childe wants to go to the island?"

In the pavilion of the corridor on the right, a green maid walked out, smiling lightly, and asked if Wushan had gone to the island.

Wu Shan raised his eyes and looked at the location in the center of the lake, thought about it and said.

"Has the goddess ever been asleep?"

"Never!"

Wu Shan asked, of course, about Hibiscus, who has become a deity, but still retains her hobby of drowsiness.

During the countless boring years of Qinglian Lake, Hibiscus used dormancy to pass the time.

"Arrange it!"

"Okay, Childe, wait a minute!"

Wu Shan raised his hand to thank him, and the green maid bowed and asked Wu Shan to wait for a moment.

At this point, Wushan walked alone along the promenade to the parking place, and as for the guards Liu Hong and Li Biao, they had been led to the lakeside pavilion by another maid to eat and drink.

It didn't take long to wait for a painting boat to row from the island in the middle of the lake and lead Wushan up.

Wushan stood at the bow of the boat, admiring the colorful lake all the way, and the fatigue brought by the literary world last night suddenly decreased a lot.

I have to say that in this Qinghe City, Qinglian Lake is indeed a good place!

On the island in the middle of the lake, the boat was docked, and Wushan walked off the painting boat with curiosity.

Why be curious?

Because Wushan has been to the island in the middle of the lake, and has also been to the island lake, to understand the layout of the island.

The maid waiting on the shore led Wushan to the island in the middle of the lake, not the lake in the middle of the island, which meant that Wushan could not see Furong for the first time.

Xu saw through the undisguised curiosity on Wu Shan's face, and then the maid explained softly.

"Today, there is a distinguished guest on the island to visit, and the young lady learned that the son has arrived, so she sent a slave to come and pick up the child."

Wu Shan did not speak, admiring the rare flowers and plants on the island, while motioning to the maid to continue.

"The visiting guest son has also seen it, and he is an acquaintance!"

Hearing this, Wushan had a little more curiosity on his face.

"If it's an acquaintance, who could it be?"

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.