The lake in the heart of the island, the water is rippling, the painting boat is swimming, and the breeze on the lake is rising, like a dream.

Wu Shan held Hibiscus on his shoulder, and under the command of the little girl, he walked to the stage of the small world of the painting boat, where gongs and drums had been beaten, and the singing began.

"Those who are born and cannot be resurrected, and those who die and cannot be resurrected, are not lovely."

"It turns out that the purple and red are all over the place, and they all seem to be paid for the broken well."

"The beautiful scenery of a good day is a day, and the courtyard is happy."

“……”

In this environment where he doesn't care about time and doesn't worry about the future, Wushan listened to a song, held Hibiscus all the way to the sightseeing boat, and finally came to the deck of the boat outside the boat.

At this time, Wushan had an extra pocket-sized fishing rod in his hand, which was Furong's plaything.

Wushan didn't dislike it, so he peeled a lotus seed as bait at random, and threw the hook out.

Wu Shan didn't care whether there were any fish on the bait, he held his head in his hands, and lay on the side deck of the ship to bask in the sun.

The goddess Fleur is like a tireless elf, standing on tiptoe and stepping on Wushan's belly, with Wushan's breathing ups and downs, a person is happy to do it.

From time to time, Furong will also throw a lotus seed into Wushan's mouth, and after seeing Wushan's mouth and eating the lotus seed, the goddess Furong will also raise her head and laugh.

In this way, Wushan spent a day here.

On the second day, there was an extra figure on the painting boat, blocking the sunlight of Wushan.

Yun Mengli looked at Wushan, who was holding Erlang's legs, holding his head in his hands, and his face covered with lotus leaves, a trace of surprise flowed in his eyes, and then a deep tenderness.

There was a black shadow to cover it, Wushan uncovered the lotus leaves, and saw Yun Mengli standing beside him staring at him, Wushan thought about it, took out a sugar man from his arms, and threw it to Yun Mengli.

Yun Mengli took the sugar man, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded in her heart, and then couldn't help laughing.

Despite this, Yun Mengli clutched the sugar man in her hand tightly, for fear of being snatched away by Furong, who likes these little things.

The hibiscus that came out of the depths of the lotus leaves next to it stuffed the two lotus canopies into Wushan's hands, and looked at Wushan pitifully with wide eyes.

Wu Shan put away the lotus canopy and took out a flower-shaped candy man that Hibiscus liked from his arms again, and Hibiscus giggled happily when she took the candy man.

Wu Shan glanced at Yun Mengli, covered the lotus leaf, and didn't care about her.

The lake is sparkling, and the autumn waves are rippling; On the painting boat, accompany you to the boat.

After noon, Wushan finished his nap, uncovered the lotus leaves on his head, and found Yun Mengli, who was also covered with lotus leaves, lying beside him.

Wu Shan put his finger on his lips and motioned to lie on his stomach, and Furong, who was about to speak, should not speak.

Wushan was childlike, pulled out one of his hair, and quietly probed into Yun Mengli's delicate cochlea.

When the hair was about to touch Yun Mengli's ears, Yun Mengli tilted her head slightly, and the lotus leaves covering her head slipped off, revealing a pair of big fox eyes, staring at Wushan with anger and disgust.

Wushan and Furong's small movements were discovered, and the goddess Furong stretched out her little hand to cover her eyes, playing a small trick of covering her ears and stealing the bell.

After seeing Yun Mengli's angry eyes, Fleur flew into the depths of the painting boat with a sigh and hid.

The party Wu Shan stretched out his hand back, smiled awkwardly, and said unashamedly.

"Morning, you woke up!"

Yun Mengli didn't speak, just stared at the fox and stared at Wushan.

Wu Shan didn't dare to look at Yun Mengli, so he had to look at the latter with his peripheral vision, but only after this look did he realize that Yun Mengli's graceful figure was in full view at once.

"Childe, may the concubine be in the eye?"

Well, Wu Shan didn't dare to answer this question, so he had to let out a laugh to hide the embarrassment of this moment.

"The smoke of the painting boat is shallow, and the sun is faint in the day. Sail surfing wet, sleeves brushing clothes. ”

"Drunk lying on the painting boat, watching the mist illusion in the middle of the lake; Infatuated with Qinglian, Miss the beauty with wide sleeves and white clothes. ”

When the words fell, Wushan flew away and tread water.

The mist lingered, and only Wushan's farewell came from afar.

"The student will take his leave and come back to disturb the saint in the future."

Yun Mengli looked at Wushan in the distance, and a smile rose on the corner of her mouth.

In fact, Yun Mengli had a hint of joy in her heart, because the distance between her and Wushan was closer, and the way the two got along was more harmonious than before.

However, as if he remembered all the things in the world of Youyou Baishu again, Yun Mengli's jade face gradually turned red.

Qinglian Ju, Wushan took the painting boat to tread the water and returned, and found the guards Liu Hong and Li Biao who had eaten, drunk and had fun in this place for three days at the pavilion along the lake.

Wushan greeted him, and the three masters and servants left Qinglian Residence, took a carriage back to Beicheng and the mansion.

Wushan's master and servant did not return for three days, at first the two personal maids Xiao Qi'er and Xiao Yun'er were worried, and after alarming Wushan's teacher Zhou Langkun, they learned that Wushan had gone to Qinglian Ju half a day later, so they were relieved of their worries.

When Wushan returned, he couldn't help but sigh when he heard the news.

However, it was late at this time, and it was not a big deal, so there was no Zhou Mansion to bother.

At night, the candle in Wushan's room was not extinguished, and Wushan, whose literary atmosphere had increased greatly, chose to enter the literary world and continue to write the third chapter of "The Legend of Zhong Kui Killing Ghosts".

After the Yunyun Dao Dao literary qi in Wushan's hand was released, and the cloud pattern array emitted a burst of white light, Wushan's mind followed the trajectory of the qi and entered the literary space.

[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 space is still the same space, unchanged for 10,000 years.

After Wushan asked Lord Lingshen to connect the main altar of the human literary world and the Qingguo branch altar, he read the news.

The Terran literary world is still like that, Wushan's authority is not enough, and what I see is still the news of the sky.

However, in the Qingguo literary circle, there is mourning all over the wilderness.

"There are more and more yin things outside the city!"

---- speaker: 榖辋

"When is it going to be big? Another sweeping force of the city guards was wiped out, and no one was alive or dead. ”

---- Speaker: Freedom

"I thought that there were enough feminine things in Yasukuni, but I didn't expect that I would go away to Qingguo, I wanted to avoid the limelight, but I didn't expect that Qingguo's feminine things would be littered one by one."

---- Speaker: Lao Mo

"You You Baishu, the big dream does not wake up, waking up sad, hey, I was hit today!"

---- speaker: Han Qing

"I'm ready to leave Qinglian Ju, do you have any friends in Qingguo who are above the four realms, let's go around the city together?"

---- speaker: Han Qing

"Arrogant and arrogant, come and serve in our city guards!"

---- speaker: Military

"There are Yin ghosts in the seventh realm in the boundary of Nanyang County, everyone be careful, try not to go out of the city!"

---- Speaker: Enlightenment

“……”

Wu Shan read dozens of speeches one by one, almost all of them were talking about the rampant vuldivinity outside the city.

With the spread and thickening of the yin qi, both Qinghe County and other county towns have fallen into a situation of overflowing ghosts.

This gave Wushan a sense of urgency, and this sense of urgency also made Wushan put away his leisure, entered the writing area, and began to continue writing "The Legend of Zhong Kui Killing Ghosts".

Wushan condensed his mind, luck as the pen, and the essence of the sages as the ink, and wrote it.

"The third time: Xian Sima plans to save Sai Shi, and the rich pioneer shoots the salivating ghost."

"The poem says: When the curtain is long, the personnel fee is discussed."

"It is not only short-term and arrogant, but also reckless and negligent."

"Constantly amorous like a belt, a thousand faces as thick as a wall."

"Jian Feng did not hesitate to punish the evil hand, only then did he feel that the blue talent was extraordinary."

"Anyway, Zhong Kui thanked Maitreya...... Eyebrows and eyes, lack of energy. At the beginning of the speech, the mouth is like three silences, and when you move, there are thousands of catties...... This is not a proud thing, just like a deception. If you have something to say, you can talk about it, and you will be humble there, and you will drink it when you see wine, and you will not be able to let Wen Gong ......"

This third time, Wushan wrote heartily.

Xu is because of the tour of the white book world, Wushan's mood and literary tone have been greatly improved, and after the third chapter, Wushan still has the strength to spare.

However, Wushan did not continue to write, and he had to save some energy, because he still had to go to the academy tomorrow to listen to lectures.

Early the next morning, Wushan got up when he smelled the chicken, ate some meat porridge, and the pastries sent by the little maid of Duan Yiming's family next door.

Seeing Wushan eating pastries happily, the little finch had a small mouth upturned, and was a little angry.

Wushan was inexplicable, and looked at Xiao Yun'er, who served porridge to him.

Xiao Yun'er grinned and whispered.

"The pastry was delivered from next door, and the son ate happily, and the little finch felt that he was being compared!"

Wu Shan shook his head and smiled when he heard this, and after eating another bowl of meat porridge, he looked at the little finch who could hang an oil bottle with his mouth, and comforted him.

"Why don't you make some pastries tomorrow and send them over, my son believes that my finch's craftsmanship must be the best."

When the little finch heard this, her eyes lit up at once, and her pouting mouth was also retracted, which was very cute.

Academy, Taixue Building, Array Building.

Wu Shan, Duan Yiming, Xi Zhongsheng, Ling Liyuan, Chu Qingyi and others did not miss this lesson.

The lecture is a white-haired Taoist master of the first branch of the formation, and the cultivation realm is extremely profound, and the main lecture is the familiar knife formation in Wushan, the three-inch knife * life and death.

This class is aimed at the regular students of the academy and the students of the Tao, especially the latter.

Because only the Tao can initially exert the power of the three-inch knife * life and death.

Wushan is one such student.

The white-haired Taoist master's lecture was very powerful, the tone was abrupt, the rhythm was very good, and three hours passed unconsciously, and Wushan was fascinated by it, and he was fascinated.

By the end of the course, Wushan was a little unpleasant, but there was no way, the white-haired Taoist had already left the formation building.

Wushan said goodbye to his friends, and then talked to Chu Qingyi alone, and then walked out of the academy.

After leaving Wushan in the academy, he drove a carriage to the mansion of the teacher Zhou Langkun.

Wushan stayed in Qinglian Ju for four days, but he didn't go to ask for peace, and he didn't go to the class, so he should have come to the door to 'ask for sin'.

Zhou Mansion, Wushan can see from the relaxed expressions of the guards that the little junior sister Zhou Qingzhou is definitely not in the mansion.

When Wushan entered the door, Shiniang Zhou had already prepared a table of hot dishes waiting for Wushan.

Wushan saluted and said goodbye, and the master Zhou helped Wushan to the dinner table.

"Your teacher said you would come at noon, but I didn't expect it to be so late!"

"This is the meat prepared for you at noon, and your teacher let you eat it and go to the study to find him."

Shiniang Zhou spoke very gently, and her eyes were full of kindness and warmth when she looked at Wushan, and she had a kind of love for Wushan as her own son.

While talking, Shi Niang Zhou couldn't stop putting vegetables into Wushan's bowl, so that Wushan could eat very easily.

Wushan felt warm, felt the pure emotions from the elders, and enjoyed it very much.

After a feast of wine and food, Wushan knocked on the door and entered the study.

Zhou's house, study.

After Wushan came in, the teacher Zhou Langkun ignored him, a cup of tea in front of him was hot, and he was reading the scriptures alone.

After Wu Shan made a disciple salute to Zhou Langkun, he came to his place and found that there was already a cup of freshly brewed tea on the table, and Wu Shan couldn't help but get up and salute again.

After drinking a cup of tea, Wushan's body was full of dust and food, and there was only a bookish smell of a scholar all over his body, which looked much more pleasing to the eye.

It was at this time that Zhou Langkun over there spoke.

"Looking at your strong literary spirit, compared with the previous two days, your luck has grown a little longer, Qinglianju and his party have an unexpected gain?"

Wu Shan nodded, straightened his posture, looked at his teacher Zhou Langkun, did not hide anything, and talked about his experience.

"Teacher, the disciple originally wanted to go to Qinglian Lake to find the goddess Furong and ask for some healing lotus seeds, but he didn't expect to meet Wenren Hanqing from Wengong on the island in the middle of the lake, and then the disciple and Yun Shengnu and Wenren Hanqing went to the Baishu World for a ......."

“……”

Wu Shan said carefully, and told Zhou Langkun everything that happened in the world of Youyou Baishu, including Lin Xiaomei, who married a wife and looked like Yun Mengli, and Qingbei, who was eight points similar to Wenren Khan Qing.

After listening to it, Zhou Langkun was also full of emotion about his experience in Wushan.

The world described by Wushan is only the size of a country, but the life that Wushan has experienced in it, from childhood to jinshi, from counterinsurgency to revenge, and then to the revision of the book "Pingnanlu", this is not a great creation that ordinary people can experience.

That's right, the experience of traveling in the world of white books is a great creation for everyone.

This is also the reason why Wushan said before that he owed a favor to Wen Ren Han Qing!

After telling the story of himself and Lin Xiaomei, Wu Shan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and pulled himself out of that sadness.

"Teacher, in this dream, the disciple has awakened his life!"

After saying this, Wushan's eyebrows shone brightly, and a pattern in the shape of a dream pen and a flower appeared, exuding a dazzling and dazzling light.

Zhou Langkun, who heard the words, his pupils dilated slightly, and he was very surprised.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Langkun woke up from the shock, stretched out his slightly trembling hands, picked up the cold tea on the table and took a sip.

The cold tea entrance, the coolness into the heart, Zhou Langkun's mood slowly changed from shock to excitement.

"Good! Good! Good! ”

"What Wenming did you awaken?"

Zhou Langkun said yes three times before asking about the specific situation of Wushan Wenming.

"Teacher, the disciple's literary life is called Dream Pen Shenghua!"

"What does it do?"

Zhou Langkun didn't say much, and asked the most important point directly.

Wu Shan thought about it for a while, and said what he knew and felt about Dream Pen Shenghua.

"As far as the disciple knows now, this literary life can make the disciple's talent more brilliant and his literary thinking more agile."

Wushan's words were very general, and Zhou Langkun on the other side frowned.

After speaking, Wu Shan also felt that he was too vague, so he thought about it and said.

"There is one thing that the disciple is very sure of, that is, the disciple uses the general secret skills of literature and Taoism, and he does not need to recite poetry to guide him."

Speaking of this, Wu Shan waved his hand, and there was a huge blade above his head, which was condensed but not moving, and the knife was bursting, stirring the study.