The reason why Su Lin was interested in novelists was because he had the "wordless heavenly book". Those classical mythological novels, such as "The Romance of the Gods", "Journey to the West", etc., could be written without missing a word.

Even if Su Lin doesn't need to write these completely, but instead excerpt some familiar mythological stories into novels, can it cause a huge change and exert its powerful power?

On the other hand, Su Lin himself was extremely interested in the novelist's magic. Even if he did not plan to write novels in the future, he would have to have some basic understanding of mysterious novels.

Now that there is such a good opportunity, Xiao Qisheng, who has just been promoted to Hanlin Grand Secretary, is probably the most top novelist in the entire Tianren Continent.

"Su Lin, do you know that there are no more than 100 novelists in the entire Tianren Continent now than scholars. Moreover, if a novelist is promoted to a Grand Secretary, it will be tens of millions of times more difficult than the ordinary hundred schools of thought."

Xiao Qisheng looked at Su Lin cautiously, "Novelists want to print a novel that they created themselves, and they have to undergo the intensive review of the semi-saints of the Temple before they can be published on the entire continent. So now there are almost no new novels born. What I write and learn are all the mythical novels of the novelists of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and they also have to carefully choose and learn. Are you sure you want to contact the novelist?"

"The temple's review of novelists is so strict?"

Su Lin was a little surprised. Judging from what Xiao Qisheng said, the temple's control and review of novelists was almost comparable to that of China on Earth. This subject was not allowed to be published, and that subject was not even allowed to be written. It even gave you a harmony. Finally, there was a subject that could be published, and it would take several rounds of review and approval.

"The Temple is helpless! Since the incident of leaving the underworld, novelists have been seen by different people among the hundreds of schools. In fact, we novelists have also followed the overall will of the human race. However, some things will be beyond control later. This is a world of supreme thoughts. Kind and upright thoughts are thoughts, and evil thoughts are also thoughts..."

Xiao Qisheng looked into the distance and breathed a long sigh. Then he smiled and said to Su Lin, "Su Lin, I know you are curious about novelists and lamented that the novelists are powerful. However, this is really not a smooth road. Moreover... novelists never rely on teaching, stories and imagination are around you... If you really want to become a novelist, release your thoughts, read more, listen more, think more. Go to the vast number of people! "Shangshu. Tai Swearing" says: "Heaven listens to himself, the people listen, and the people look at himself," the mission of our novelists is to collect and express the will of the people! Only such story novels can be widely circulated..."

"Novelists never rely on professors? Then... it seems that they are all talent! God listens to themselves and the people listen, and God looks at themselves and the people look at themselves. Indeed, those stories and novels that can 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. He kept thinking about what he said. Su Lin was not short of novels, and he could dig out any novel he wanted from the "wordless heavenly book".

But it is useless to just copy it so simply. This is a world of thought. If you do not understand the novelist's thoughts thoroughly and immerse yourself in the world in that novel, it is impossible to resonate with the ideological power of this world and produce power.

"What's wrong? Su Lin, the holy bricks of the poem "Praise the Farmer" have been down for a long time. If you don't sign it, you will probably be dispersed!"

Seeing that Su Lin had been obsessed with thinking about novelists, Hong Liyu stepped forward and patted Su Lin on the shoulder. He pointed to the nine holy bricks of poetry next to him and reminded him, "It's not a good thing to eat. Su Lin, novelists are not allowed to get started overnight. Moreover, we are all just children now, so how to stand out in the palace trial seven days later is the most important thing."

"Well! Li Yu, you are right, it's because my heart is too big."

After being sounded a wake-up call from Hong Liyu's words, Su Lin took back his thoughts. The novelist's incident was pressed into his heart and he didn't think about it for the time being. He walked to the holy brick of the poem "Praise the Farmer", without taking out his pen, and still wrote the word "Su Lin" with that ordinary rice rod.

clang!

The power of nine holy bricks that have been in power in the country shot into Su Lin's wise secret. At the same time, the holy bricks of the poem "Praise the Farmer" also flew over the Great Wall of the border hundreds of miles away.

The bang fell down, and there were also nine sacred bricks of poetry. When they were alone in the city wall, the other sacred bricks of poetry made a resonant vibration sound. Next to this side of the holy brick of "Praise the Farmer" were Su Lin's other three poems "Autumn Ci", "Flooding" and "Summer Quatrain".

Three of the four poems are all about the country, and they are in harmony with each other, forming a cycle of thought. "Autumn Ci" tells about the open-mindedness and optimism in the adversity of autumn, "Mo Yuer" explains the love that will never stop living and die until death, "Summer Quatrain" reveals Xiang Yu's "great courage" of sacrificing himself for the world, and "Praise the Farmers" shows the pity of poor farmers all over the world.

On this side, Su Lin found that the extraordinary rice stalk in his hand actually emitted a strong sense of farmer thought. The holy power in his mind penetrated into it, and his heart moved and said to Hong Liyu: "Li Yu, look, this rice stalk has actually become Wenbao!"

"Huh? It's true! And the level is not low, it's actually a Jinshi Wenbao! The poems of Zhenguo are indeed not simple."

Hong Liyu also shouted in surprise, "This is the farmer's Wenbao. Just this rice stalk can be turned into a fertile fertile field in an instant."

"What a treasure! It's a surprise to collect it first. However, now that our mission has been completed, we should be able to build an An Mansion, right?"

Su Lin put away Wenbao's rice stalks, and his lower body was covered with dirty mud. As soon as he turned around, he was surprised to find that not only Hong Liyu and Yuan Mu, but almost all the scholars and juren in the palace had gone down the field and were covered with dirty mud.

"This...what is going on? Why are they all going down the fields to play with mud? Haha..." Seeing this scene in front of them, I remembered the scene of these scholars and scholars despising the farmers before, which formed a sharp contrast, which made Su Lin laugh when he saw it.

"Hehe! Brother Su, I'll just say it! We did nothing wrong. How could you be willing to go down the fields to harvest? It turned out that you were going down the fields to write poems, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk t

Not only was Yuan Mu's body covered in mud, but even a little splashed on his face, he was dancing happily on the paddy field, and Brother Su was shouting, and Su Lin couldn't help but be happy.

"Brother Yuan! The poems about Zhenguo are really hard to write. This time, I was inspired by my feelings, so I could write them like this."

Su Lin walked up the ridge of the field from the paddy fields, and the scholars immediately changed their faces and bowed their hands forward and became enthusiastic.

"Congratulations to Su Censor for writing another poem about the country, and it is also a poem about agriculture!"

"Tsk tsk tsk... The agricultural poem "Praise the Farmers" in Su Case is of great significance! It will surely be spread throughout the world in the future, and it will definitely become a poem that will be passed down to the world within a few years!"

"Yes! I've said a long time ago that since the talent of Su Case leader has written two poems on the country, it's naturally no problem to write another one..."

...

Su Lin ignored these scholars and juren, and together with Hong Liyu and Yuan Mu, he got on the carriage of the Yuanjian and returned to Jian'an Mansion staggeringly. Their clothes were dirty and they were eager to go back to the mansion to take a shower and change their clothes.

In Xiacheng, Kyoto of Wu, the king of the imperial palace, Sun Jianshi, was playing with several concubines, suddenly the jade seal shook again. In a hurry, Sun Jianshi didn't even catch the peeled grapes that Concubine Xi handed to her mouth. His face showed a shocked look again. Then he turned his mind and smiled bitterly: "Zhenguo! My Wu Kingdom actually has poetry and articles about Zhongguo? Could it be... it's Su Lin's evil spirit again, right?"

"Emperor! Who is Su Lin? If you can write poems about the country, you must be a senior citizen or above in the current dynasty? Is it a pillar of my country?" Concubine Xi smiled charmingly and asked.

"Hey! I can't explain it clearly! If I say that Su Lin is just a child, I have already written two poems on the country within this month. Do you believe it? If this poem was written by him, it would be three! Three poems on the country within this month! The late emperor was in power for thirty years, and my country of Wu has only published five poems on the country within this month! Three articles..."

"How great that? Emperor, with such a genius to assist our Wu Kingdom, it would not be that the country's fortune is prosperous and as stable as Mount Tai." Concubine Xi smiled and peeled another purple grape and reached the mouth of the king Sun Jianshi, "Come on! Emperor, eat a sweet grape."

"Good is the basis of misfortune! The strategy of conserving the country is good, but this is too abnormal. Su Lin is a very good boy! I haven't even thought about how to reward him in the previous conserving the country. It's only been a few days! I gave me another song, and I really don't know whether to laugh or cry!"

Sun Jianshi swallowed the purple grapes in one bite, but Zhihai was constantly circulating the power of national fortune to calculate Su Lin's past and various interests in the future with the national fortune of Wu. Unfortunately, he became more and more confused as he calculated. At first, he still had a clue, but in the end, it turned into a mess. Not only could he not calculate Su Lin's future, but even the past that had already happened became blurred and could not allow any peeping.

"Is Su Lin in my Wu Kingdom a blessing or a disaster?" Sun Jianshi finally gave up on the calculation of Su Lin, no longer had the heart to embrace the beauty, pushed Concubine Xi away, and walked towards the imperial study with his hands behind his back.

"Emperor! Emperor..." Concubine Xi looked at Sun Jianshi's slightly melancholy back and sighed, throwing the freshly peeled grape into her mouth.

PS: Second update! There is another update later!
Chapter completed!