The reason why Su Lin is interested in novelists is precisely because he has a "wordless heavenly book", and those classical mythological novels, such as "Romance of the Gods" and "Journey to the West", can be written word for word. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even, if Surin doesn't have to write all of this, but excerpts from some well-known myths and stories and write them into novels, can he set off a huge change and exert great power?

On the other hand, it is also Surin himself who is extremely interested in the novelist's magic, even if he does not plan to write novels in the future, he must have some basic understanding of mysterious novels.

Now that such a good opportunity is now, Xiao Qisheng, who has just been promoted to a scholar of Hallym University, is probably also the heir of the top literary novelist in the entire Tianren Continent.

"Su Lin, do you know that there are less than a hundred novelists in the entire Tianren Continent who are now above the talent level. Moreover, if a novelist is promoted to a university scholar, if he wants to apply to enter the temple of Hanlin Academy, it will be ten million times more difficult than ordinary hundred schools. ”

Xiao Qisheng looked at Su Lin very cautiously, "If a novelist wants to print an original novel of his own, it must be reviewed by the Semi-Saints of the Temple before it can be released on the entire continent. Therefore, there are almost no new novels born now, and what I write and study are all the strange mythological novels of the novelists of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and I have to carefully select and study. Are you sure you want to get in touch with novelists?"

"The temple is so strict with its vetting of novelists?"

Su Lin was a little surprised, listening to the meaning of Xiao Qisheng's words, this temple's control and review of novelists are almost comparable to the Huaxia Kingdom on the earth. This subject is not allowed to be published, that subject is not even allowed to be written, and even gives you a harmony, and finally a subject can be published, and it has to go through several rounds of review and approval.

"The temple is helpless! Since the incident in the underworld, the novelist can be said to have been looked at differently among the hundred schools. In fact, we novelists also conform to the overall desire of the human race. It's just that some things will be out of control in the future, this is a world where thoughts are supreme, good and upright thoughts are thoughts, and evil and harmful thoughts are also thoughts ......"

Xiao Qisheng looked into the distance, let out a long sigh of relief, then smiled, and said to Su Lin, "Su Lin, I know that you are curious about novelists, and I sigh that the power of novelists is huge. However, it's really not a smooth road, and it's ...... Novelists never rely on teaching, stories and imaginations are all around...... If you really want to become a novelist, let go of your mind, read more, listen more, think more, and get in touch with the broad masses of the people! There is a saying in "Shangshu Tai Oath": "Heaven listens to itself and the people listen, and heaven sees itself and the people see," and the mission of our novelists is to collect and express the wishes of the people! Only such stories and novels can be widely praised and ......

"Novelists never rely on professor......s? It seems that they are all talents! Heaven listens to itself, and God sees itself as the people. Indeed, those stories and novels that can really be widely circulated among the people must represent the common vision and expectations of the people. ”

Su Lin looked at Xiao Qisheng's back as he walked away silently, pondering what he said. Su Lin has no shortage of novels, and he can turn out any kind of novel he wants from the "Wordless Book of Heaven".

However, it is useless to simply transcribe it, this is a world of ideas, and if you do not understand the thoughts of the novelist and are not truly immersed in the world of the novel, it is impossible to arouse the resonance of the ideological power of this world and produce power.

"What's the matter? Su Lin, the poem of "Min Nong" has been down for a long time, if you still don't sign it. I'm afraid it's going to disperse!"

Hong Liyu saw that Su Lin had been indulging in thinking about the novelist, so he stepped forward and patted Su Lin on the shoulder, pointed to the nine poetry bricks next to him, and reminded him, "You can't chew too much, Su Lin, novelists can't get started overnight." Moreover, we are all still children, and how to stand out in the government examination in seven days is the most important. ”

"Well, Liyu, you're right, it's my heart that's too big. ”

was sounded by Hong Liyu's words, Su Lin took his mind back, and the novelist's matter was suppressed in his heart, and he didn't think about it for the time being. He walked to the holy brick of the poem "Compassion for Nong", did not take out a pen, and still wrote the word 'Sulin' on the most ordinary rice stalk.

Boom!

The power of the nine holy bricks of the Zhenguo was shot into Su Lin's wisdom, and at the same time, the holy bricks of the poems of "Compassion for Nong" also flew towards the Great Wall of the border hundreds of miles away.

Boom fell, the same nine poetry holy bricks, alone on the city wall, when the Great Wall was suppressed, the other poetry holy bricks all made a resonant vibration sound. And next to the holy brick of "Min Nong" on this side, there are three other poems by Su Lin, "Autumn Words", "Touching the Fish" and "Summer Quatrain".

Of the four poems, three of which are from Zhenguo, they induce each other and form a cycle of thought. "Autumn Words" pours out the open-minded optimism in the adversity of autumn, "Touching the Fish" expounds the unswerving love of life and death, "Summer Quatrain" reveals Xiang Yu's sacrifice for the world's "great bravery", and "Compassion for Farmers" is pity for the poor farmers in the world.

And on this side, Su Lin found that the ordinary rice stalk he was holding in his hand actually exuded a strong aura of peasant thought, and the holy power in his eyebrows and mental aperture penetrated into it, and his heart moved, and he said to Hong Liyu: "Liyu, look, this rice stalk has become a treasure!"

"Huh? And the level is not low, it is actually Jinshi Wenbao! Zhenguo's poems are really not simple. ”

Hong Liyu also exclaimed in surprise, "This is the treasure of the farmer's family, just this rice stalk, even if it is inserted into the desert wasteland that cannot be planted, it can be turned into fertile fertile land in an instant." ”

"It's really a treasure! It's a surprise to take it first. However, now that our mission is complete, we should also be able to build an Anfu, right?"

Su Lin put away the Wenbao rice stalk, the lower half of his body was full of dirty mud, and just turned around, but he was surprised to find that not only Hong Liyu and Yuan Duan, but also almost all the talented people in the mansion were actually covered in dirty mud when they went down to the field.

"This ...... What's going on? Why did they all go down to the fields to play in the mud?haha......" Seeing this scene in front of him, and remembering the previous pictures of these talents showing people despising the peasants, it formed a stark contrast, which made Su Lin laugh when he saw it.

"Hehe, Brother Su, I'll just say! We haven't done anything wrong, how can you be willing to admit punishment and go to the field to harvest? It turns out that you went down to the field to write poems, tsk...... It's another poem of the town, or an agricultural poem. Now, what else do those who question Brother Su's poetry have to say?"

Yuan Du was not only covered with sludge, but even his face was splashed a little, dancing happily on the paddy field, one by one Brother Su shouted, Su Lin couldn't help but be happy.

"Brother Yuan! Zhenguo's poems are really difficult to write, and this time, I was able to write them so coincidentally. ”

Su Lin walked up the ridge from the paddy field, and those talented people immediately changed their faces again, and they stepped forward with enthusiasm.

"Congratulations to Su for writing another poem of Zhenguo, and it is also a peasant poem!"

"Tut-tut...... Su's first agricultural poem, "Compassion for Nong," is of great significance! In the future, it will surely be able to spread all over the world, and within a few years, it will certainly become a poem that will be spread all over the world!"

"Yes, I said a long time ago, with Su's talent, since he has written two poems of Zhenguo, and if he writes another one, it is naturally not a problem......

......

Su Lin ignored these talents and people, and together with Hong Liyu and Yuan Du, he got into the carriage of the Si Nong Supervisor and staggered back to Jian'an Mansion. Their clothes were dirty, and they desperately wanted to go back to the house to take a shower and change their clothes.

And in the summer city of Kyoto in Wu Kingdom, Sun Jianshi, the monarch in the palace, was playing with several concubines, and suddenly the jade seal shook again, and Sun Jianshi, who was in a hurry, did not even catch the peeled grapes handed to his mouth by Concubine Xi, and his face showed a shocked face again, and then his mind turned, and he smiled bitterly and said: "Zhenguo! I, Wu Guo, even have Zhenguo......'s poems and articles? It's Surin's rebellious demon again, right?"

"Your Majesty, who is Su Lin? If you can write the poems of Zhenguo, you must be a bachelor or above in the current dynasty?

"Hey, I can't tell! If I say that this Su Lin is just a child, and he has already written two poems of Zhenguo within this month, do you believe it? If this one was written by him, then it will be three! Three poems of Zhenguo! During the reign of the first emperor for thirty years, my Wu Kingdom only published five poems and articles of Zhenguo! But within a month, I published three! Three poems......

"How good is that? Your Majesty, with such a genius to assist our Wu Kingdom, it is not yet the prosperity of the country, which is as stable as Mount Tai. Concubine Xi smiled and peeled another purple grape and stretched it out to the mouth of the monarch Sun Jianshi, "Come, Your Majesty, eat a sweet grape." ”

"The policy of substituting the country is good, but this is too abnormal. Su Lin's son is not trivial! I haven't even figured out how to reward him for the last poem of Zhenguo, and it's only been a few days! I have another poem, and I really don't know whether to laugh or cry!"

Sun Jianshi swallowed the purple grapes in one gulp, but Zhihai was constantly operating the power of the national fortune, to calculate the past and future of Su Lin and the various interests of the national fortune of the Wu State, but unfortunately the more he calculated, the more chaotic he became, and there was still a clue at first, but in the end, it became a mess. Not only could he not deduce the future of Surin, but even the past that had already happened became blurred, and there was no room for the slightest peeping.

"Su Lin is in my Wu country, is it a blessing or a curse?" Sun Jianshi finally gave up calculating Su Lin, and no longer had the heart to embrace the beauty, so he pushed Concubine Xi away, and walked towards the imperial study with his hands behind his back.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty's ......" Concubine Xi looked at Sun Jianshi's slightly melancholy back, sighed, and threw a freshly peeled grape into her mouth.