"The novelist's spell?"

When Su Lin heard this, he immediately became energetic and used the holy power magic of "hitting a thousand miles" to look towards the center of the rice field. Xiao Qisheng, dressed in the costume of a Grand Secretary, wrote a lot of writing in his hand, but the golden characters of holy power were very small.

"It's so fast... with a big stroke, it turns out to be hundreds of words! And it's not cursive..."

He stared at the words written by Xiao Qisheng seriously, and it was already thousands of words, and it was still increasing. Su Lin couldn't help but exclaim. Usually when he was writing the words of Holy Power, every stroke was very difficult. It took him to consume thoughts and holy power, and sometimes he even felt that he was about to be hollowed out.

But now, Xiao Qisheng, who is a senior scholar, can be born in hundreds of words in a swing, and it doesn't seem to be difficult at all. These pocket gold characters, which are only about half an inch in size, are superimposed one by one, gradually forming a human form.

"Those words...that human form...it seems...it is written..." Su Lin looked over again, poured his holy power and thoughts into his eyes, and finally saw clearly the content of the words and sentences written by Xiao Qisheng, "It turned out to be...the story of Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs?"

"That's right! Su Lin, look at the human form condensed by the golden characters of the holy power, which is the image of Shennong. Shennong is the ancestor of the human race and the ancient saint. It is also the source of thought of the ancestors of farmers and doctors. It is not simple for this novelist Xiao Qisheng to write a mythical novel "Shennong Tastes Hundred Herbs" to condense Shennong's Dharma body!"

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

"Shennong 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 condensed from the mythical novel "Shennong Tastes Hundred Herbs". After a while, he made a discovery and said: "It turns out that this is not his own power. The myths and legends in "Shennong Tastes Hundred Herbs" are widely believed and recognized by the human people. Therefore, Xiao Qisheng only used the novel he wrote as a guide to attract the discrete wishes about Shennong, so that he could form this Shennong Dharma Body."

"Well! Su Lin, you also discovered it? But unfortunately, Xiao Qisheng's literary position is only a great scholar. If he is a great scholar or even a semi-saint, a novelist will write a novel and spread it all over the world. He can even let the characters in the novel appear as a physical body for a short time, rather than a statue without thoughts like now."

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

"The characters in the novel appear as entities? Wouldn't they be real people with their own thoughts?" Su Lin said in surprise, "Is it like the underworld that novelists can make a difference out of nothing?"

"This is not the ability of a novelist, but the power of the power of the will. The power of the will is second only to the number of days, but it is too difficult to obtain and control the power of the power of the will, even a semi-saint! Novelists can only guide the power of the will to shape the real thing through the plot and story of the novel..."

Before Hong Liyu finished speaking, the Shennong Dharma body in the air suddenly roared. Then a golden light of holy power spread out, covering the entire ten thousand acres of farmland.

All the scholars and juren students looked at the rice seedlings all over the ground incredible, and began to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Shennong tastes all herbs,

Cereals are abundant.

The world is particularly visible.

Come quickly to help the seedlings.”

Xiao Qisheng, a novelist standing in the middle of a thousand acres of rice fields, wrote a final limerick poem. He pushed the power of the entire article "Shennong Tastes Hundred Herbs" to the peak.

The entire Shennong Dharma Body was like a huge holy statue, suspended over ten thousand acres of farmland. The farmers who were originally working hard in the fields all put down their homes, bowed and knelt down, and worshiped the Shennong statue.

The worship of thousands of peasants and people invisibly produced a lot of vows, gathered on the statue of Shennong, making it more majestic, and the light of the holy power became even stronger in an instant.

"Isn't this... the power of vows can only be used after reaching the semi-saint? How could the literary position of Xiao Qisheng, the Grand Secretary, be able to gather the power of vows?"

Su Lin felt an invisible power of wish gathered in the sky, and was even more amazed. The highest power he had been exposed to at present was karma. The semi-saint bones in the Wisdom Sea and the karma of the drop of love-forgetful water. It was just a trace of karma, which was already so powerful. Not to mention the power of wishes that were higher than karma.

In Su Lin's previous understanding, only half-saints can be used to collect and use the power of vows. But now the novelist Xiao Qisheng can actually use the power of vows as a Grand Secretary. Isn't this sensational?

"Sulin, you don't have to be surprised. The power of vows is indeed only available to the semi-saints or above, except for novelists. In other words, they are not using their own vows. Instead, they guide the power of vows through the novels they write, but cannot be subjectively controlled."

Hong Liyu explained, "I guess Xiao Qisheng only knows this novel "Shennong Tastes Hundred Herbs". He used the power of his wishes to mobilize this novel to only condense the statue of Shennong, but there is no other use. No wonder he could stay in the Sinong Prison..."

The huge statue of Shennong was erected in the air, and all the seedlings underneath grew vigorously. Soon, they became clear and yellow, covered with ears of grain. A stream of rice scent wafted, which was the breath of harvest, and the heavy ears of grain bent the rice seedlings.

"So amazing! In less than half an hour, all the rice fields were hung with ears of grain." It was green before, but now it has turned into golden eyes, which surprised Su Lin even more at the novelist's awesomeness.

"Okay! Now Xiao Sinong has ripened tens of acres of rice fields, but under the cover of the holy statue, every rice ear is protected by Shennong's thoughts. Our task is to use the idea of ​​holy power, use the spells of harvest from farmers, and cooperate with the people of the farmland to harvest these tens of acres of farmland!"

Zhang Meng stood in front of a group of scholarly students and said sternly, "Every juren is assigned to one hundred people to harvest 100 acres of farmland. Every scholar is assigned to ten people to harvest 10 acres of farmland. As for the boy in the case, he obeys the instructions of the head of the church and does his best to help and assist in the harvest!"

The task was issued, and several officials from the Yuanongguan, including Zhang Meng, jumped to the sacred statue of Shennong, and used their holy power and thoughts to help Xiao Qisheng maintain the sacred statue of Shennong.

The students of the government office began their respective tasks under the assignation of Fang Hui, the head of the Juren class and Lu Tong, the head of the Xiucai class.

"Liu Yanfeng, you are responsible for a ten acres of land over there..."

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

...

Lu Tong was still assigned tasks in a regular manner at the beginning. When the scholars were all assigned, he said to the first case of the six Tongshengs, including Su Lin, "Su Case Leader, now our scholar class still has nearly 50 acres of land left for us. Originally, Tongsheng only needed to help the scholar, but it was really insufficient. I wonder if Su Case Leader dared to challenge him. With you, the six Tongsheng, cooperated with the fifty people to harvest these fifty acres of land?"

As soon as Lu Tong finished speaking, the scholars frowned, and the other children also showed embarrassed expressions.

"How could Lu Xiucai ask Su Censor and several other children to harvest fifty acres of land? Even if we are scholars, we have a literary position, and have learned some farming spells, we can barely harvest ten acres of land. Even if Su Censor is no longer talented, he is still a child without a lot of soul!"

"Yes! Isn't this a forceful way? The few days after Su Case Head came, there was no teacher who taught the peasant holy power spell. I'm afraid that Su Case Head couldn't even send out the simplest harvest spell!"

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"Sure! Su Lin, Lu Tong must have done this on purpose. The tasks assigned to each class by the Agricultural Supervision Commission must have been divided. It must be that Lu Tong Xiang asked for fifty acres of land, but now it is used to make things difficult for us!"

After Yuan Mu and Su Lin said unhappyly, they headed towards the Lu Pass, "Lu Xiucai! We are just Tong Sheng's literary position, and six Tong Sheng's, how could it be possible to harvest fifty acres of land?"

"Why can't it be? Hehe! Su Case, you are very talented, and your export is the poem of the country. If you can make a poem of the country's farmer, it is probably not a moment to harvest these fifty acres of land!"

Lu Tong half-sarcastically praised Su Lindao. He knew that Su Lin had never learned the holy power magic of the farmer, so if he wanted to complete this task, the only way was to make farmer poetry. Use the ideas in the farmer poetry to guide the holy power to resonate and complete the task of harvesting.

"Yes! Why didn't I expect it? Although Su Censor had never learned the farmer's holy power magic, he was still a child. But if he could write a farmer's poem about the country! Not to mention fifty acres of land, even a thousand acres of land could be harvested instantly under the power of the country's poems!"

"It's easy to say! Do you really think that the poems of Zhenguo are cabbage? Not to mention the poems of Zhenguo, if Su Censhu could make a farmer's poem from Mingzhou, harvesting 50 acres of fields would not be a big problem. However, writing poems and lyrics is all about chance and sudden enlightenment! Where can you say that the poems of Zhenguo can be written by writing Mingzhou? What's more, this is still a farmer's poem, just like the battle poems and lyrics, it is the most difficult type of poetry to write!"

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"Su Lin! Don't be hit by Lu Tong's aggressive generals. If you take on this task, if you fail to complete it, you will definitely be punished by the Corporate Supervisor. As long as we refuse to accept it, Lu Tong has no choice but to do anything to us." Hong Liyu pulled Su Lin's sleeve and whispered. (To be continued...)

ps: Second update! Today I can only update two times! I have been busy with the mobile game planning copywriting! I am so dazzled now! I can only guarantee two updates, and the third update tomorrow! In addition, I recommend the good friend Turtle's "Big Monkey", which is not a turtle, which is very popular and very good! You can tell by looking at the name, and write about Monkey Brother!
Chapter completed!