Listening to Liu Ping, he is actually writing novels, not cultivating, drunk and dusty, he is so talented, he is not good at cultivating, what kind of novel is he writing?

It was inevitable that he was a little annoyed and aggressive, and Xingshi came to ask for guilt, at this time Liu Ping had already written the second time, 'Zhang Yide angrily whipped the post, and Uncle He Guo conspired to punish the eunuch', because the spirit was too concentrated, he didn't even notice the arrival of the senior sister.

This world is the world of immortals, because under the suppression of the magnificent power, the development of science and technology is difficult, while other aspects, but the development is very good, such as some ideas, support for businessmen, privatization of property, and the concept of copyright.

In ancient China, there was no concept of copyright at all, because printing was too cumbersome and expensive, and novels and lyrics were just recreational things and could not be profitable.

In this world, however, it can be profitable, so there are many novelists.

A novelist who is famous for a book, a word for ten words, and a hundred for a hundred words, is a great person.

The literary environment of this world, in addition to the popularization of literary knowledge, is even much better than that of modern China, and the most significant thing is the attitude of pursuing piracy, not letting it go, so the rights and interests of novelists are greatly protected, of course, the premise is that you must write well.

Being able to publish is the first threshold, which stops more than 90 percent of novelists, can make a small fire, stop more than 90 percent of publishing novelists, and can catch a big fire, and also stop those novelists who are just a flash in the pan.

In this environment of great waves and constant elimination, how difficult is it to make a book famous? Some novelists cannot publish it until they write until they are white, and this is the cruelty of the novel world.

There are also some people who are incomparably talented, born novelists, who know how to tell stories, how to tickle the reader's itch, and easily become famous, which is more popular than people. Liu Ping doesn't have much talent, but he has different hole cards.

At this time, Drunk Hongchen pushed the door in, walked two steps, and came to the study separated by the screen, seeing that Liu was focused on his expression, unaware of his arrival, he was slightly annoyed, and secretly thought, Senior brother, Senior Brother, how can you be so unsuccessful? Just about to reprimand, looking at the paper on the table, the scolding that came to his mouth came to an abrupt end.

Pieces of paper were hung aside, and I saw that the words were full of green air, three feet long, very extraordinary.

These green qi mortals can't see it, even Liu Ping has to use his spiritual power to gather it into his eyes to see it, and Drunken Hongchen is different, and it is easy to see clearly.

"It didn't spread, but it showed a cyan ...... Although this is a literary atmosphere, as long as it is widely circulated, it is possible to transform it into luck. Even if the luck of the transformation of the cultural atmosphere is too thin, if there is no root duckweed, it is still not to be underestimated. Drunk Hongchen was slightly moved, let go of the disdain in his heart, and came to the side to look at the content carefully.

Wenqi is a branch of luck, white is ordinary, and merciless evaluation is garbage text.

Red is almost equivalent to novels and poems that can be small.

Gold is novels and poems that can be popular.

And cyan is a top-grade product that can be passed down in history and not be erased by time, and even a masterpiece.

This novel can show cyan, and even very dark color, which naturally shocks Drunk Hongchen.

Drunk Hongchen first looked at the name, and said secretly, the Three Kingdoms of the Gods? What a strange name!

Looking down again, it turned out to be the first word-

The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.

How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.

"Good words!"

I couldn't help but exclaim in my heart, my brother's writing is really good, and then I watched it carefully, and after a short time, I finished reading the first time, and when I saw that it was gone, I suddenly felt that I was still unfinished, and I wanted to see more to know what was going on.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly, this junior brother, can you write a novel so well? To be able to write such a work is no longer a serious job.

At this time, Liu was focused, and the pen was like a god, and a trace of green energy was born from the words, which was very satisfying, and it took a lot of time to finally finish the second time. exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and suddenly found that the senior sister was standing next to him, staring at him, and couldn't help but be startled: "Senior sister, when did you come over?"

Drunk Hongchen smiled: "I heard Hua'er say that you are writing a novel, so I came over to take a look." ”

"Well, did you just read it, what do you think of my novels?"

"I've read some of it, and it's well written, but don't delay your cultivation because of writing novels. ”

Liu Ping said: "This is natural, I won't do things that put the cart before the horse, senior sister can rest assured." ”

Drunk Hongchen said: "That's good." ”

Liu Ping put the paper aside and said, "Senior sister came just in time, I have some questions to ask for advice on condensing human flower seeds." ”

As the days passed, it was seven days in a blink of an eye, and Liu Ping wrote one or two times a day, and had written ten times, more than 50,000 words, enough to be published once, so he paused. And the human flower seeds also have eyebrows.

Grabbing a piece of Huang Mingyu, Liu Ping quietly absorbed it, and after a while, he slowly opened his eyes, revealing a look of surprise: "It's done, the human flower seed has finally successfully condensed." ”

"Although it is very small, as long as it appears, it will only be a matter of time before it is cultivated into an adult flower, I have a lot of cultivation resources, which can greatly reduce the process. ”

I closed my eyes and slowly cultivated, and a day later, I looked down at the dantian and found that the little human flower seed had already sprouted.

"Finally stepped into the human immortal turn. Liu Ping was very satisfied, in a good mood, cooked, and made a lot of delicious food, which made the flowers who were looking forward to the sky and the stars and the moon finally showed a satisfied smile.

There are a lot of dishes, there are thirteen dishes, and the portions are also very sufficient, and they are even more satisfying.

A few people were feasting, and Ye Er went to call Guo'er, but he didn't come over until now. This made Liu Ping ask, "Could it be that the food I made is not to the taste of the fruit? Why hasn't she come yet?"

Hua'er muttered while eating, "That's because Guo'er is too shy." ”

Drunk Hongchen said: "Guo'er is indeed a little shy. ”

Ye Er said: "I think the master has to take care of it, and it won't work if it goes on like this." ”

Hua'er said: "But she enjoys it." ”

Ye Er concluded: "Squatting at home is really an elusive creature!"

Liu Ping laughed dumbly.

After using this meal, it was almost time to say goodbye and leave, Liu Ping suddenly thought of something, those two animal skins couldn't see the reason for themselves, senior sister might be able to see some, why not let her take a look? As soon as he thought of this, he took out the animal skins.

As soon as the animal skin was taken out, Drunk Hongchen, who had an indifferent expression, suddenly wondered: "This is?"

"This is something I occasionally got a few days ago, and I thought it shouldn't be a vulgar thing, so I kept it with me, but no matter how I researched, I couldn't find out what it was, so I wanted my senior sister to see, what is the mystery of this?" Liu Ping looked at his senior sister's reaction, and was overjoyed, and hurriedly said.

Drunk Hongchen took it, looked down at the two animal skins carefully, and then said: "This should be a spell inheritance, but there are so many Dao prohibitions on it, even I can't see through it." ”

"Dao ban?" Liu asked subconsciously in confusion.

"Well, you see. Drunk Hongchen nodded, a pair of soft wattles, flashing with blue light.

At this moment, I saw that on the originally plain animal skin, countless runes slowly appeared, staggered and superimposed together, mysterious and abnormal.

Liu Ping just glanced at it, and then he felt dizzy, didn't dare to look more, and looked away.

Drunk Hongchen was obviously taken aback: "So many? This should be some years, and there are still so many Dao Bans left? I don't know what kind of magic inheritance, there are such a huge number of Dao Bans." It's amazing!"

The so-called Dao Ban turned out to be an encryption measure in the Immortal Dao World? Liu understood it and continued to ask, "Then Senior Sister, can you unlock this Dao Ban?"

Drunk Hongchen thought for a while, and nodded solemnly: "Yes." ”

Liu Ping was overjoyed and asked, "Can the senior sister help me unlock this ban?"

Drunk Hongchen said: "Yes, but I'm afraid it will take some time." ”

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(There are so few recommended votes!!crying for recommendation!!)