Li Qingya came out of the kitchen, fed a little water to wash her hands and wiped them clean. She took Yaya from Zhang Mingxuan's arms, kissed her forehead with a doting face, making Yaya giggle. The three of them walked into the main hall, Li Qingya lit an oil lamp, and the sparks illuminated the room.

Zhang Mingxuan licked his face and said, "Sister Qingya, please help! I think my novels are so popular!"

Li Qingya said helplessly: "The legendary stories are really not easy to sell now. If you want to write them, write them! There is paper and ink in the bookstore."

Zhang Mingxuan said embarrassedly: "I don't know the words."

Li Qingya was speechless. You don’t know how to read. Tell me you want to write a book?

Li Qingya thought about it and said, "I feel that it is better for you to read and read first, I can teach you."

Zhang Mingxuan said happily: "It's great that Sister Qingya is willing to teach me. But I still want to write novels first. Although I don't know how to write words, I can make up stories!"

Li Qingya looked at the firm Zhang Mingxuan and sighed helplessly. She pulled out a pen from the pen holder on the table not far away, held it in her palm and said, "There are thousands of books in her heart, and the pen is like a god."

A milky white light suddenly burst out from Li Qingya's palm, like a basketball-sized light ball covering Li Qingya's hand. Zhang Mingxuan suddenly flashed his eyes by the white light that appeared, and subconsciously raised his arm to block it. After a while, the white light dissipated, and Li Qingya stood there holding a brush in her hand.

Zhang Mingxuan ate and said, "Just...what was that just now?"

Li Qingya handed the pen in her hand to Zhang Mingxuan and said, "What you want is to take the tuition for learning a small tune for you."

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 going on just now!"

Li Qingya asked in confusion: "Don't you know?"

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

Seeing that Zhang Mingxuan seemed to really not know, Li Qingya explained: "I started reading since I was a child, and I occasionally gained something in the book, and accumulated a little literary spirit. Literature is the foundation of the righteous spirit. Those who have the righteous spirit are great scholars. They can conquer mountains and rivers with one word, and kill thousands of demons with one roar. Although literary spirit does not have that great power, it is also extraordinary! I just used literary spirit to bless this pen, giving it a temporary spirituality, and able to write what I think in my heart. I thought you were asking me to help you bless a spiritual pen!"

"I just want you to write for me."

Zhang Mingxuan quickly took the brush from Li Qingya, raised his thumb and exclaimed: "Sister, I have to say, you are so awesome."

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 some in the hall, you can use it first!"

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

Li Qingya continued: "Your room is at the west end, 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 inkstone, found the westernmost room, and lit the oil lamp with the moonlight. It can be seen that the room is not big, a bed, a wardrobe against the wall, and a table with a pot of tea and a few cups of utensils.

Zhang Mingxuan put the white paper on the table, grinding it while thinking that there are actually not many things that can be written. First of all, the fantasy type is excluded, and they can't understand it even if they write it out, so they can consider it later. When works involving prehistoric times cannot be written, there must be villains in the works. If they are written out, they will be seen by corresponding characters in Journey to the West. I am afraid that the other party will come to the door to be a villain in reality. Therefore, they can only write about immortals in other worlds, which are closer to this world, which is easy for readers to accept.

Zhang Mingxuan put down the ink block, sucked the ink with a brush, and wrote on the white paper: "Zhu Xian", this story is purely fiction, and if there is any similarity, it is purely coincidental. The pen head wanders, and small characters appear one by one, not to mention that it is quite fast, it is more advanced in thinking input than voice input.

Prologue, time: unknown, it should have been very early, very early.

Location: Haotu, China.

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

Since ancient times, humans have seen all kinds of strange things around the world, lightning, thunder and thunder, and natural disasters, countless casualties, and sorrows everywhere, which are by no means possible or able to resist. Therefore, the theory of gods and immortals has been spread throughout the world. Countless human people worshipped with sincerity, worshiped to the various gods they imagined and created, prayed for blessings and complained, and incense was prosperous... In this world, the righteous path is prosperous and evil demons retreated. The Central Plains land is beautiful, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the popularity is prosperous, and the products are rich, and the righteous are firmly occupied by the righteous. Among them, "Qingyunmen", "Tianyin Temple" and "Finxiang Valley" are the three pillars, which are the leaders. This story begins with "Qingyunmen".

After a while, Zhang Mingxuan wrote the prologue. Compared to the original work, some things were deleted. After all, the heaven and the underworld existed! Even so, it was already very terrifying. After hesitating, Zhang Mingxuan decided to write it down. After all, the foundation of the Zhuxian world is that there is no god or immortal. Those immortals should not be so scrupulous!

In a wonderful space, a young man in green clothes crossed his sword was standing on the top of the mountain, looking down at the mountains and rivers under the mountain with wind and clouds surging under his feet. Just as Zhang Mingxuan wrote the word "Zhu Xian", the young man frowned, and looked directly through layers of heaven and earth, crossing the infinite space, and his eyes fell in this small house.

Seeing Zhang Mingxuan's pen, the young man said lightly: "There is no god or immortal in the world? The little guy really dares to write. I hope he won't insult the name of Zhu Xian!"

As for what happens if the humiliation is gone? He didn't say it, but it can be imagined that it is definitely not a good thing.

Zhang Mingxuan never expected that he had been watched by an extremely terrifying existence, and if there was a slight mistake, he would turn into a gray end. Zhang Mingxuan continued to write excitedly, and the ancient words were vividly revealed on the paper. I don’t know how long it took, but Zhang Mingxuan’s pen left a piece of ink trace, and he couldn’t write a single word.

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

The young man in the strange world also frowned and said, "Why don't you write anymore?"

Then he smiled and said, "Oh Tongtian! Tongtian! I didn't expect that you, who have experienced billions of years, would be attracted by a short story." The young man laughed and his figure disappeared on the top of the mountain.

Zhang Mingxuan looked at the wick that was jumping hard. It was obvious that there was not much oil left in the oil lamp in the oil lamp, which showed that the writing time was indeed quite long. Looking at the stack of manuscripts, from the first chapter, the shock change of Caomiao Village at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, to the 19th chapter of the seven-mechanism martial arts, Zhang Xiaofan won the No. 1 lottery.

Zhang Mingxuan stood up and twisted his neck, making a crackling sound of bone rubbing. Zhang Mingxuan said to himself, "Go to sleep!" When he blew towards the oil lamp, the room fell into darkness.
Chapter completed!