"A novelist's spell?"

As soon as Su Lin heard this, he immediately came to his senses, and used the holy power spell of "Raising His Eyes for a Thousand Miles" to look towards the middle of the rice field. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info I saw Xiao Qisheng, who was dressed in the costume of a university scholar, with a literary treasure pen in his hand and a big swing, but the golden characters of Shengli written were very small.

"It's fast...... With a stroke of the pen, it's hundreds of words! And it's not cursive ......."

stared at the words written by Xiao Qisheng seriously, sprinkled with joy, there were already thousands of words, and they were still increasing. Su Lin couldn't help but exclaim. Usually when he writes the words of Shengli, every stroke is very difficult. It takes a lot of thought and holy energy, and sometimes it even feels like it's going to be hollowed out.

But now Xiao Qisheng, who has a scholarly degree, can be born in hundreds of words with a single wave, and it doesn't seem to be effortless at all. And these pocket-sized gold characters, each only about half an inch in size, were superimposed one by one, gradually forming a human form.

"Those words...... The humanoid ...... It seems like...... It was written......" Su Lin looked at the past again, pouring holy power and thoughts into his eyes, and finally saw the content of the words written by Xiao Qisheng, "It turned out to be ...... The story of Shennong tasting a hundred herbs?"

"That's right! Su Lin, you see that the human form condensed by the golden characters of the Holy Power is the image of the Shennong clan. The Shennong clan is the ancestor of the human race and the saint of antiquity. It is also the source of the ideology of the ancestor of the peasant family and the medical family, and it is not easy for Xiao Qisheng, the heir of this novelist! He was able to write a mythological novel called "Shennong Tastes a Hundred Herbs", so as to condense the Dharma body of the Shennong clan!"

Hong Liyu's eyes also lit up, staring at the Shennong Law Body that was gradually condensed in mid-air, and said in surprise.

"Shennong's Dharma Body, is it for this tens of thousands of acres of farmland?" Su Lin immediately used three ways of thinking to analyze the Shennong Dharma Body, which was condensed by the mythical novel "Shennong Tastes a Hundred Herbs", and after a while, he made a discovery, and smacked his tongue: "It turns out that this is not his own strength. The myths and legends of "Shennong Tastes a Hundred Herbs" are widely believed and recognized by the people of the human race, so Xiao Qisheng only used the novel he wrote as a guide to attract the scattered wishes about the Shennong clan to be able to form this Shennong Clan's Dharma Body. ”

"Well, Su Lin, you also found out? However, it's a pity that this Xiao Qisheng's academic rank is only a university scholar. If it is a great Confucian, or even a half-saint, a novelist writes a novel and spreads it all over the world, and even the characters in the novel can appear as entities for a short time, instead of a thoughtless Dharma body like the current statue. ”

Hong Liyu's face also became solemn, and he said slowly.

"The characters in the novel appear as entities, aren't they real people with their own thoughts?" Su Lin said in surprise, "Is it just like the underworld, where a novelist can create something out of nothing?"

"It's not the power of the novelist, it's the power of will. Wishing power is the power second only to the heavens, but it is too difficult to obtain and control the power of such a level as the wishing power, even if it is a half-saint! Novelists can only guide the willpower to shape the physical ...... through the plot and story of the novel."

Before Hong Liyu finished speaking, the Shennong's Dharma Body in the middle of the air suddenly roared. After that, there was a burst of holy power golden light, which spread out in all directions, covering the entire 10,000 acres of farmland.

All the talents and students looked at the rice seedlings all over the ground in disbelief, and they began to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Shennong tastes a hundred herbs,

Grains are abundant from abundance.

Heaven and earth are especially visible,

Hurry up to help the seedlings. ”

Xiao Qisheng, a novelist standing in the middle of 10,000 acres of rice fields, wrote a limerick poem at the end of his pen, which pushed the power of the entire "Shennong Tastes a Hundred Herbs" to the peak.

The entire Shennong's Dharma Body is like a huge holy icon, suspended in the sky above 10,000 acres of farmland, and the farmers who were originally working hard in the field have put down their belongings one by one, bowed down and knelt down, and bowed to the Shennong's holy icon.

The worship of thousands of peasants and ordinary people invisibly produced a lot of wishing power, which converged on the holy image of the Shennong clan, making it more majestic, and the light of the holy power instantly became more powerful.

"This ...... Isn't the power of wish only available after reaching the half-saint level?

Feeling an invisible power of desire gathered in the sky, Su Lin was even more amazed in his heart. The highest power he has access to at the moment is karma. The bones of the demi-saints in the sea of wisdom, and the karma of that drop of forgetful water. It's just a trace of karma, and it's already so powerful. Not to mention the power of wishes that are higher than karma.

In Surin's previous understanding, the power of the wish could only be barely collected and used by a demi-saint or above. But isn't it sensational that the novelist Xiao Qisheng is now able to use his wish power as a scholar?

"Surin, you don't have to be surprised. It is true that the power of the will can only be used by the demi-saint and above, except for the novelist. Or rather, they are not using their willingness. Instead, through the novels written by the pen, the desire is generated, but it cannot be subjectively controlled. ”

Hong Liyu explained, "I estimate that this Xiao Qisheng will only be this novel of "Shennong Tastes a Hundred Herbs". The power he used to mobilize in this novel could only condense the Shennong Clan's icon, but it was useless. No wonder I was able to stay in the superintendent of agriculture......"

The huge statue of Shennong was erected in the air, and all the seedlings under it were growing strongly, and soon they became clear and yellow, and they were full of ears of grain. A smell of rice wafted, this is the breath of a good harvest, and the heavy ears of grain have bent the rice seedlings.

In less than half an hour, all the 10,000 acres of paddy fields were already full of ears of grain. It was still a green patch before, but now it has become a golden eye, which makes Su Lin even more surprised by the novelist's power.

Now Xiao Sinong has ripened 10,000 acres of rice fields, but under the shroud of the holy icon, every ear of rice is protected by Shennong's thoughts. Our task is to use the Holy Power Mind, use the spell of the farmer's harvest, and cooperate with the people of those farmlands to harvest these 10,000 acres of farmland!"

Zhang Meng stood in front of a group of talented students and said sharply, "Each person is matched with a hundred people, and a hundred acres of farmland are harvested." Each talent, with ten people, harvests ten acres of farmland. As for the child at the head of the case, obey the instructions of the head of the hall, and do your best to help assist in the harvest!"

After the task was issued, several Si Nong Supervisors, including Zhang Meng, jumped to the bottom of the Shennong Clan's icon, and used their own holy power and thoughts to help Xiao Qisheng maintain the Shennong's icon.

The students of the palace began their respective tasks under the assignment of Fang Hui, the head of the lifting class, and Lu Tong, the head of the Xiucai class.

"Liu Yanfeng, you are in charge of a ten-acre piece of land over there......"

"Tong Fanhua, you are responsible for the ten acres of land next to you......"

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Lu Tong was still assigning tasks in a regular manner at first, and when the tasks of the Xiucai were all allocated, he said to Su Lin and the other six children: "Su Yuan, now that our Xiucai class is here, it seems that there are still nearly fifty acres of land left that are not enough manpower. Originally, Tong Sheng only needed to give Xiucai a hand, but he was really understaffed, I don't know if Su would dare to challenge him, with you six Tong Sheng, with fifty people, to harvest these fifty acres of land?"

As soon as Lu Tong's words were finished, the Xiucai all frowned, and the rest of the children also showed embarrassed expressions.

"How can Lu Xiucai let Su and a few other children harvest fifty acres of land? Even if we are Xiucai, have Siyuan, and have learned some farm spells, we can barely harvest ten acres of land. Even if Su is no longer talented, he is a child who has no thoughts!"

"That's right, isn't this difficult for a strong man? In the few days since Su came here, there was no gentleman to teach the farmer's holy power spell, I'm afraid Su case leader can't even send out the simplest harvesting spell!"

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"Sure enough, Su Lin, this Lu Tong must have done it on purpose. The tasks assigned to each class by the superintendent must have been divided. It must have been Lu Tong who asked for an extra fifty acres of land in the capital, but now he is using it to embarrass us!"

After Yuan Duan and Su Lin finished speaking, they walked towards Na Lu Dao dissatisfiedly, "Lu Xiucai! We are only a child student, how can six children harvest fifty acres of land?"

"Why can't you do it? Hehe, Su, you are very talented, and your export is Zhenguo's poetry. If you can make a peasant poem of Zhenguo, presumably the harvest of these fifty acres of land is not a matter of an instant!"

Lu Tong half-sarcastically complimented Su Lindao, he knew that Su Lin had not learned the Farmer's Holy Power Spell, so if he wanted to complete this task, the only way was to make Farmer's poems. With the ideas in the farmer's poems, guide the resonance of the holy power and complete the task of harvesting.

"That's right, why didn't I think of it? Although Su had never learned the Farmer's Holy Power Spell, he was still just a child. But if you can write a poem about the peasant family of Zhenguo, not to mention 50 acres of land, it is 1,000 acres of land, and it can be harvested in an instant under the power of Zhenguo poems!"

"It's easy to say! Do you really think that Zhenguo's poems are Chinese cabbage? Not to mention Zhenguo's poems, if Su can make a poem about Mingzhou's peasant family, the harvest of 50 acres of land is not a big problem. It's just that writing poems and lyrics is a matter of serendipity and epiphany! Where can we say that we can write poems about the town of Mingzhou? What's more, this is still an agricultural poem, and like war poems and war poems, it is the most difficult kind of poem to write!"

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"Su Lin! Don't fall for Lu Tong's agitation. If you take on this task, if you can't complete it, you will definitely be punished by the superintendent of agriculture. As long as we resolutely don't take it, Lu Tong can't do anything about us. Hong Liyu tugged at Su Lin's sleeve and whispered.