Li Qingya came out of the kitchen, fetched a little more water to wash and wipe her hands clean. took the girl from Zhang Mingxuan's arms, kissed her on the forehead with a doting face, and chuckled amusemently. The three of them walked into the main hall, Li Qingya lit an oil lamp, and the spark illuminated the room.

Zhang Mingxuan licked his face and said, "Sister Qingya, help me!"

Li Qingya said helplessly: "Now the legendary story is really not easy to sell, you can write if you want! ”

Zhang Mingxuan said embarrassedly: "I don't know how to read." ”

Li Qingya was speechless for a moment, you don't know how to read, you tell me you want to write a book?

Li Qingya pondered for a moment and said, "I feel that it is better for you to read and write first, and I can teach you." ”

Zhang Mingxuan said happily: "It's really good that Sister Qingya is willing to teach me." But I still want to write a novel first, I don't know how to read, but I can make up stories!"

Li Qingya looked at the determined Zhang Mingxuan, sighed helplessly, took out a pen from the pen holder on the table not far away, held it in the palm of his hand and said: "There are thousands of books in my heart, and the pen is like a god." ”

A milky white light suddenly bloomed in Li Qingya's palm, like a basketball-sized ball of light enveloping Li Qingya's hand. Zhang Mingxuan's eyes were suddenly flashed by the white light that appeared, and he subconsciously raised his arm to block it. After a while, the white light dissipated, and Li Qingya stood in place with a brush in hand.

Zhang Mingxuan ate and said: "Just... What was that?"

Li Qingya handed the pen in her hand to Zhang Mingxuan and said, "What you want should be regarded as the tuition fee for learning your tune." ”

Zhang Mingxuan looked at the pen in front of him, then looked at Li Qingya and said, "Sister! I can't write! It's useless for you to give me a pen! What was the situation just now!"

Li Qingya was puzzled: "You don't know?"

Zhang Mingxuan shook his head innocently and said in surprise: "Was that a spell just now?"

Li Qingya saw that Zhang Mingxuan really didn't know, so she explained: "I started reading since I was a child, and I occasionally gained something in books, accumulating a little literary atmosphere. Wenqi is the foundation of Haoran righteousness, and those who have Haoran righteousness are great Confucians, who control mountains and rivers with a word, and kill ten thousand demons with a roar. Although the literary tone is not so powerful, it is also extraordinary! I just blessed this pen with the literary atmosphere, giving it a momentary spirituality, and being able to write what is in my heart. I thought you were just begging me to help you bless a spirit pen!"

"I just want you to ghostwrite, sister. ”

Zhang Mingxuan hurriedly took the brush from Li Qingya's hand, gave a thumbs up and exclaimed: "Sister, I have to say, you are a big cow." ”

After Zhang Mingxuan took the pen, he immediately wanted to run out to find paper and ink, and immediately said to Li Qingya: "Sister, I'll go find paper and ink first!"

Li Qingya said: "Forget it, there are still some in the hall, you can use them first!"

Zhang Mingxuan followed Li Qingya's gaze, and sure enough, he found a stack of white paper and ink inkstone under the table.

Li Qingya continued: "Your room is in the westernmost part, take it back! There are oil lamps and flints in the room. ”

Zhang Mingxuan said happily: "Okay!"

Excitedly, he ran out with a stack of white paper and inkstones, found the westernmost room, and lit the oil lamp by the moonlight. It can be seen that the room is not large, with a bed, a wardrobe against the wall, and a table with a pot of tea and a few cups.

Zhang Mingxuan put the blank paper on the table, grinding it and thinking that there were not many things that could be written. First of all, the fantasy genre is excluded, and they can't understand it when it is written, so you can consider it later. You can't write works involving the flood wilderness, there must be villains in the works, and when you write them, they are seen by the corresponding characters in the Journey to the West, I'm afraid that the other party will come to the door to be a villain in reality. Therefore, I can only write about the otherworldly fairy tales, which are closer to this world and are easy for readers to accept.

Zhang Mingxuan put down the ink block, filled it with a brush, and wrote on the white paper: "Zhu Xian", this story is pure fiction, and any similarities are purely coincidental. The pen wanders, and small words appear, not to mention that the speed is quite fast, and the thinking input is more advanced than voice input.

Prologue, Time: Unknown, it should have been a long, long time ago.

Location: Shenzhou Haotu.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs!

Since ancient times, human beings have seen the world around them, all kinds of strange things, lightning and thunder, natural and man-made disasters, countless casualties, and sorrows, which are by no means human beings can do or resist. So the saying of the gods has been passed down to the world. Countless human people, in good faith, bow down to the various gods they imagined and create, pray for blessings and grievances, and the incense is prosperous. ...... In the present world, the righteous path is prosperous, and the evil demons retreat. The Central Plains is beautiful, popular, rich in products, and firmly occupied by decent families. Among them, the three pillars of "Qingyunmen", "Tianyin Temple", and "Incense Valley" are the leaders. This story started with "Qingyunmen".

After a while, Zhang Mingxuan wrote a prologue, deleting some things compared to the original book, after all, heaven and earth all exist! Even so, it was already very terrifying, Zhang Mingxuan hesitated and decided to write it down, after all, the foundation of the Zhuxian world is that there are no gods and no immortals, and those immortals should not be so careful!

In a wonderful space, a young man in Tsing Yi crossed the sword, standing on the top of the mountain, looking down on the hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers under the mountain, and the wind and clouds were surging under his feet. When Zhang Mingxuan was writing the word Zhu Xian, the young man frowned, and his eyes directly penetrated the layers of heaven and earth, crossed the infinite space, and his eyes fell on this hut.

Looking at Zhang Mingxuan's pen walking the dragon and snake, the young man said lightly: "There are no gods and no immortals in the world? I hope I don't insult the name of Zhu Xian!"

As for what happens if it's humiliated? He didn't say, but it was certainly not a good thing.

Zhang Mingxuan definitely didn't expect that he had been watched by an extremely terrifying existence, and the slightest mistake would turn into ashes. Zhang Mingxuan continued to write excitedly, one by one the ancient characters jumped on the paper, I don't know how long it took, Zhang Mingxuan left a splash of ink in his pen, and he couldn't write a word.

Zhang Mingxuan yawned, patted his pen and said to himself, "It's over, it's out of power!"

The young man in that strange world also frowned and said, "Why don't you write it." ”

Then he smiled and said: "Tongtian! Tongtian! I didn't expect you, who have experienced hundreds of millions of years, to be attracted by a little story." The young man laughed, and the figure disappeared to the top of the mountain.

Zhang Mingxuan looked at the wick that was trying to jump, and it was visible to the naked eye that there was not much oil left in the oil lamp, which showed that the writing time was indeed not short. Looking at the stacks of manuscripts, from the first chapter, the shocking changes in Caomiao Village under Qingyun Mountain were written to the nineteenth chapter of the Seven Veins Huiwu, Zhang Xiaofan shit luck won the No. 1 lottery.

Zhang Mingxuan stood up and twisted his neck, making a clicking sound of bones rubbing. Zhang Mingxuan said to himself, "Sleep!" Blowing at the oil lamp, the room fell into darkness.