"Scholar Zhang Yu rushed to the scientific examination. He stayed at the shore of the East China Sea at night and played the flute to the sea for a long night. The dragon girl fell in love with her and went to the shore to enjoy the fish and water. The dragon king was furious when he heard it. He imprisoned the dragon girl and injured Zhang Yu. Zhang Yu studied hard and diligently practiced the great way of thought... Yu stepped on the holy path and obtained the Qiankun Cauldron... The Qiankun Cauldron carries the water of the East China Sea, and the Holy Power Volcano cooks the aquarium..."

Without a slight pause, Su Lin wrote the novel "Zhang Yu Boiling the Sea" in one breath, and the golden page of the Holy Power emitted a dazzling golden light.

"This... am I wrong? Brother Su is really writing novels?" Yuan Mu widened his eyes and shouted, "The Taoist is difficult for novelists to practice, but it is second only to Taoism! Moreover, novelists must have a deep ideological foundation to write. Usually, Confucian scholars who transfer to novelists start from the position of Juren's literary status. But Brother Su is just a scholar now..."

"That's right! Brother Yuan, the novel that Su Lin is writing is adapted from the real history of Zhang Yu Zhuhai. If you want to write the novel, you must absorb the corresponding willpower from the source of thought. Su Lin actually did it..."

Hong Liyu was also surprised and stared at Su Lin's novel "Zhang Yu Boiling the Sea" in a flash. He was filled with his heart and praised, "Su Lin is a semi-original novel combining historical stories, and it is written about the deeds of half-saint Zhang Yu. If half-saint Zhang Yu was still alive, maybe this novel could still use the power of half-saint from the void..."

"Well! It's indeed the story of Zhang Yu boiling the sea. When the semi-saint Zhang Yu was recognized by the divine artifact Qiankun Cauldron, the holy power swept under it. One hundred extremely fierce holy power volcanoes could evaporate the entire East China Sea's sea water. Aquatics suffered 10% casualties..."

Ye Hongye stared at Su Lin's novel about the golden light of the holy power blooming, and was also excited. He shouted, "Now Su Lin wrote this article "Zhang Yu Boils the Sea" with the idea of ​​a scholar's literary position. Maybe he could summon the illusion of the semi-saint Zhang Yu, and killing a sea patrol yaksha is simply easy."

Although the fishermen and people around them were not sure what novelists and novels were, they could not help but tremble when they saw the golden light in Su Lin's writings getting stronger and stronger.

"Zhang Yu Bohai! The novel of Volunteer. The illusion comes true!"

With Su Lin's last writing, the novel text on the entire Holy Power Golden Page burst out with golden light. Then the golden light gathered in the air, forming an image of Holy Power, quickly interpreting the entire picture process of Zhang Yu Zhuhai's novel.

Everyone, including the sea-shou Yasha and the fishermen, clearly saw the shocking scene of Zhang Yu's hundred holy power volcanoes and Qiankun Ding boiling the East China Sea among the influence of the holy power.

These fishermen who lived in the East China Sea for generations are not unfamiliar with this. Almost all the legends about Zhang Yu boiling the sea from generation to generation. There are even fishermen's homes who pinched Zhang Yu's statue with mud and placed it in the fishing boat to pray to semi-saint Zhang Yu to protect the safety of his boat.

Today, the fishermen really saw such a picture. Although it was just a illusion of the influence of the holy power, the impact on their minds was still very great. They all knelt down and kowtowed to Zhang Yu, who was influenced by the influence of the holy power, and prayed for blessings.

"Damn it! That scholarly doll from the human race turned out to be the Xiu novelist... This is the story novel of the semi-saint Zhang Yu Zhuhai..."

Xun Haiyasha, who was standing on the top of the waves, also recognized it and screamed in his heart. He was about to turn around and run away immediately.

But Su Lin, who had already locked him, wouldn't he let the culprit escape? The literary brush in Su Lin's hand poured into a trace of holy power again. He ordered to look towards the influence of holy power in the air: "Sacred Power novels, I hope that the false will come true!"

With a loud bang!

The entire image of the Holy Power exploded. Under the golden light of the Holy Power, the semi-saint Zhang Yu, dressed in a white shirt, stepped slowly from the air, holding a literary flute in his hand, smiled at Su Lin and bowed: "Zhang Yu is here, what are your instructions?"

"Senior Zhang Yu! This monster is extremely vicious and eats our human fishermen's children. It's very hateful. I hope that the senior will help you to kill this monster!"

Su Lin was overjoyed when he saw that the half-saint Zhang Yu was summoned from the novel. Moreover, he found that although the half-saint Zhang Yu he summoned was an illusion entity, he had his own spirituality like a real person.

"A mere patrolling sea yaksha dares to be so arrogant! With Zhang Yu here, I see where you escape?"

Zhang Yu, who was transformed into a vow, was powerless without anger. A Wenbao flute in his hand suddenly sounded, and the melodious sound of the flute sounded. To the human race, it was very pleasant, and could even nourish the solid body and enhance the spiritual power of the Confucian scholars' thoughts. However, the yaksha who was going crazy to escape to the depths of the sea, heard the sound of the flute, and suddenly found that his whole body was imprisoned and could not move any longer.

"No...you can't kill me! I'm the patrol of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, and there is the Dragon Scale patrol of the Sea. If you kill me, the Dragon Palace will definitely avenge me!"

The face of the Shoo Haiyasha was even more ugly in fear, and his body was fixed on the tip of the waves by the sound of the flute, and he could not move at all.

"It is unforgivable to eat my human children! I will cook you and give it to the fishermen..."

He used the sound of the flute to hold the yaksha of the sea. Zhang Yu, who had transformed into a will, shook his sleeves and threw out a huge cauldron from it.

"Cankun Cauldron? It is also transformed by the power of wishes?"

Su Lin stared at the Qiankun Cauldron that Zhang Yu shook out, and saw that the cauldron body was painted with many ancient inscriptions, full of the ancient atmosphere of great merit and fortune. The three-legged tripods below symbolize the three talents of "heaven, earth, and man".

The entire Qiankun Cauldron was thrown out by Zhang Yu, immersed in the sea water, and directly brought the sea patrol yaksha, which could not allow him to resist at all. Immediately afterwards, a hundred magma-flowing holy power volcanoes flowing out of Zhang Yu's sea of ​​wisdom, and a raging fire was ignited under the Qiankun Cauldron.

"Ah...ah..."

The sea-jacket Yasha who was so majestic before and wanted to chase Su Lin did not even have a trace of backhand power. After screaming in the Qiankun Cauldron, there was no sign of life.

Immediately afterwards, a strange fragrance floated out of the Qiankun Cauldron. After another half-quarters of an hour, half-saint Zhang Yu laughed loudly and clapped his hands, "It's familiar!"

With a big move, the Qiankun Cauldron floated upside down and was turned upside down by Zhang Yu on the beach. The sea-sweeping yaksha in the cauldron was completely cooked, and a pleasant smell of seafood meat floated out, making people saliva when they smelled.

"The mission is done, and Zhang Yu is successful and retires!"

With a bow to Su Lin, Zhang Yu's whole body slowly blurred until he disappeared into the Holy Power Golden Page. The volume of Holy Power novels also slowly fell down and was held in Su Lin's hand.

"Wow! Brother Su, it turns out that people say that the combat power of novelists is second only to that of Taoism. I didn't believe it before, but now I'm tempted by seeing your article "Zhang Yu Boiling the Sea" and I want to learn novelists with you."

Yuan Mu stared at the whole process in a hurry. Although he was still a child, he had a lot of knowledge.

"Brother Yuan, you should have put off this idea! It is very difficult for a novelist to do it. Zhihai must be able to withstand the power of vows. He also needs extraordinary thinking and understanding, and can deeply understand the hidden demands of vows behind them through the novel story before he can write a novel..."

Hong Liyu smiled and said, "Su Lin's article "Zhang Yu Boils the Sea" is considered a semi-original novel. Moreover, the semi-saint Zhang Yu should still be alive, and he knows that Su Lin wrote this novel based on his story. Only when he recognizes Su Lin, a trace of true spirit will be heard from the air to the entity transformed by the power of wishes."

"Young Master Hong said it right. Because half-saint Zhang Yu is willing to take action from a distance, Su Lin's novel is so powerful. Otherwise, it would be not so easy to deal with the Sea Shooting Yasha!"

Ye Hongye nodded, then immediately changed his mind, stared at the cooked sea yaksha on the beach, drooled, and said, "Haha! Boiling yaksha is a great replenishment! Su Lin, today I have given you my blessing, and I can eat such a delicious food!"

"What? Ye Jinshi, I heard it right! What do you mean is to eat this disgusting sea yaksha?"

Su Lin was stunned when he heard this and looked at the cooked corpse of the sea yaksha on the beach. Although it smelled attractive meat, he still couldn't help but feel vomiting.

"Oh! Su Lin, you're wrong. This yaksha was disgusting before, but now it's cooked, and it's delicious even if you have money! Moreover, the yaksha meat is not only very delicious, but it can also strengthen the body and nourish the wisdom..."

After saying that, Ye Hongye couldn't help but jump forward. He pulled out a thigh of the sea yaksha, removed the carapace on it, revealing the white, tender and fragrant flesh. He opened his mouth and bit it, and almost swallowed it with his tongue.

"Ye Jinshi, don't think of taking it alone. I will leave one for the old slave..."

Mr. Jia also seemed to see the most delicious food in the world. He jumped forward, snatched a thigh, removed the shell, and started chewing it with relish.

While eating, Mr. Jia also waved the thigh of the yaksha and laughed at Su Lin, "Young Master, this delicious food is extremely rare! I was fortunate to eat it once when I went out to sea with the old man. Especially the yaksha's head, the brain inside is extremely delicious and can nourish the mind... Mr. Come and eat it quickly, if it is too late, I will be taken first by Ye Jinshi, the greedy cat..."

"No, no... It's better for you to eat such a delicious food, Mr. Jia. I can't swallow it..."

When Su Lin thought of the yaksha with green juice in his mouth just now, he felt nauseous and vomiting. How could he put the yaksha meat in his mouth?

At this moment, the golden dragon scales on the body of the sea-shou Yasha suddenly flashed with golden light and rushed towards the depths of the sea. (To be continued...)
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