Mission system is a bit skinny

Chapter 267 Novelist School, Liu Ji's Expansion
[The sword moves are rigid, and the sword has no meaning. Such a novel projection is an insult to you. 】

[Spirit-level seventh-rank novels are obviously not your limit. 】

[Since you want to do it, do your best! ! 】

[Task: Write a novel. 】

[Write a "Taoist" novel recognized by humanity. 】

[Task time limit: half a year. 】

[Task Reward: Random Dao Pen*1. 】

[Punishment for failure: reviled by all novelists in this world. 】

Shaking his head, Lin Qianjun dispelled Linghulin's projection, returned to the house, took out the paper, and wrote a new title of the book again.

I saw the words "Jian Zong" appearing vividly on the paper while his pen was turning.

"Jiangjian Jianghu Road" is just a small experiment of Lin Qianjun. His real purpose is to integrate all the legends and stories of Jianzong in the past and write them into a series.

With Lin Qianjun's writing, the second character has also been written by him.

This person is none other than Lin Qianjun's master, Xu Ziyun.

The person with the soul of the sword, who has extraordinary understanding of the way of the sword, has overwhelmed countless kendo geniuses to achieve the head of the sword, and overwhelmed the powerful existence of a lifetime of warriors.

The next day, Liu Ji came to Lin Qianjun's small courtyard to find him, and invited him to attend classes at the Novelist School.

The novelist school is located on an empty island in the middle of the lake, which is called Yinyue Island.

And around the island, there aren't even bridges or boats.

If you want to enter the island to study, you have to show your skills.

When Lin Qianjun and Liu Ji arrived, there were already students on the lake heading towards the island.

Some of them opened their novels and projected a small boat and a boatman crossing the lake, some of them flew over directly, and a very small number of them had low cultivation and could only rely on swimming.

Generally speaking, swimming students are the most looked down upon.

Although the Ninth Grade Cultivation Realm allows you to swim to the shore and keep your body tidy, but its posture is unavoidably a bit indecent.

At this moment, Liu Ji looked at the calm lake, and said to Lin Qianjun, "Junior Brother Zimo, today I will show you my methods."

"Then I'll have to take a closer look." Lin Qianjun said with a smile.

Liu Ji nodded, and immediately said: "I walk on water like walking on flat ground."

After the words fell, Liu Ji had an extra BUFF that could walk on water.

This is the Confucian art of speech and spirituality, which can turn the words spoken by oneself into real power with one's own understanding.

Stepping on the water, Liu Ji said to Lin Qianjun, "Junior Brother Zimo, how are you?"

Lin Qianjun said with a smile: "Senior brother Liu Ji is clever, so I'll show my shame a little bit."

After the words fell, Lin Qianjun's figure flashed, and he appeared directly on the small island on the other side of the lake.

Liu Ji froze on the spot, looking at Lin Qianjun who was waiting on the small island for a while, and looking at his feet for a while, and some subtle changes occurred in his mentality.

Not long after, Liu Ji also arrived on the island smoothly.

He looked at Lin Qianjun who was waiting here and said, "Well, you Yang Zimo, you usually keep it hidden, you just want to see me make a fool of yourself!!"

"Senior Brother Liu Ji, you're blaming me." Lin Qianjun said with a serious expression, "Aren't these all common methods?"

Liu Ji looked at Lin Qianjun's expression and found that he didn't seem to be joking.

Thinking of this, Liu Ji suddenly felt even more hit.

They are also miscellaneous disciples, why is there such a big gap?
Afterwards, the two ended their conversation and headed towards the novelist's school on the island together.

After entering the school, there is a wide square, and in the center of the field is a purple leaf tree that has already given birth to wisdom.

This tree is huge, and its shade almost covers the entire square. Under its protection, the students here will not feel the heat even when the sun is high.

There is a high platform behind the yew tree, on which there is a futon, and on the futon sits cross-legged a young man in blue clothes and holding a folding fan.

He looks about 27 or [-] years old, handsome, and gives the impression of a handsome young man.

And he is the master of this novelist school, Zhou Jundong.

His cultivation has reached the fifth-rank fame realm, and he is a strong man who has spread his own theory and been recognized by humanity.

Of course, in Lin Qianjun's eyes, he is just a LV50 existence.

Lin Qianjun and Liu Ji came quite early, so they grabbed the seats in the first row.

It seems that many people like the class of the Novelist Academy. After a while, the square was full of more than 200 people. Some of them were a little annoyed when they didn't get a seat. They could only choose to leave or simply find a friend they knew to stand beside them. Listen to the class.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhou Jundong opened his eyes, shaking the folding fan slightly in his hand, wisps of fresh wind blowing in, dispelling the heat.

At the same time, he said: "It's about time, so let's start today's lecture."

All of a sudden, everyone's spirits were cheered up, and the small conversation ended, and they held their breath and looked up at Zhou Jundong.

Zhou Jundong took out a novel and said: "What I want to talk about today is a novel I bought in a book store yesterday. Its name is "Jiangjian Jianghu Road". But he has already acquired the samadhi of the novelist, so let me appreciate it carefully."

Beside Lin Qianjun, Liu Ji was extremely excited, with a proud expression on his face, but he couldn't be rude and talkative during the lecture, so he could only wink at Lin Qianjun excitedly.

"Where there are people, there will be disputes. Where there are disputes, there will be rivers and lakes. What I want to tell today is the story of a swordsman in a small country."

As Zhou Jundong spoke slowly, Lin Qianjun suddenly felt that his place had changed.

In front of him is a small path down the mountain, and on both sides, there are some landscapes. Lin Qianjun observed carefully and found a young man walking down the mountain.

It was Linghu Lin when he was young.

Lin Qianjun knew in his heart that Zhou Jundong was using his own imagination to transform the stories in the book he analyzed into real scenes, and then showed them to everyone present.

He nodded secretly, no wonder the novelist school was full.

These people come here not so much to learn something, but to watch an immersive "movie".

Lin Qianjun's "Jiangjian Jianghu Road" has a rich plot, but it only has 10,000+ words before and after. With Zhou Jundong's interpretation, it was directly reduced to less than two hours.

After a class, it just happened to be noon.

At this moment, the screen freezes and disappears, and Zhou Jundong also announces that today's lecture is over.

Many students thanked Zhou Jundong for his kindness in teaching.

Beside Lin Qianjun, Liu Ji said excitedly: "Junior Brother Zimo, what Mr. Zhou was talking about just now is your book. The feeling of being on the scene is really different from that of reading a book. Your writing is really good."

"Senior Brother Liu is ridiculous." Lin Qianjun shook his head and said modestly.

A person passing by seemed to have heard the conversation between the two, he walked over and said to Liu Ji: "Excuse me, both of you, I would like to ask, did you just say that this junior is the author of "Jiangjian Jianghu Road"? "

"If it's fake, Yang Zimo, a disciple of the miscellaneous family." Liu Ji pointed to Lin Qianjun and introduced.

"It's just a clumsy work, let the senior laugh." Lin Qianjun bowed his hands and saluted.

Hearing the sound, Chu Hao had the heart to make friends, he cupped his hands and said: "Junior brother is humble, I am a student of a doctor, Chu Hao, choosing a date is worse than bumping into it, I am lucky to meet you today, why not go to Tingfeng Pavilion for a drink or two .”

"Then let's go together. I'm also a disciple of the Miscellaneous family, and my name is Liu Ji." Liu Ji smiled and replied directly: "It happens that I still owe Junior Brother Zimo a meal, so I'll treat you today."

"How can this be so? Since I invited the two of you, of course I should treat you today." Chu Hao said.

"Okay, okay, then I will treat you next time." Liu Ji nodded.

While talking, Liu Ji pulled Lin Qianjun to go outside the academy.

Tingfeng Pavilion is a restaurant in Kangping, but because of its relatively high-end interior decoration and style, it is very popular among academy students and dignitaries.

Liu Ji and Chu Hao are obviously old acquaintances here, and they called a private room as soon as they came in. After the three sat down, a singer with a pipa in her arms arrived not long after.

After she saluted Lin Qianjun and the others, she hid behind the screen and sang a ditty.

Both Liu Ji and Chu Hao are obviously very sociable. They chatted while drinking and eating vegetables, and their relationship quickly warmed up, and they began to call each other brothers.

Lin Qianjun, on the other hand, shied away from being not good at words, and only occasionally echoed a few words when asking his own questions.

During the conversation, Chu Hao put his words on Lin Qianjun again, and he said, "Junior Brother Yang, you have a brilliant literary talent, but do you intend to further your studies as a novelist?"

Lin Qianjun smiled slightly and said, "I'm a disciple of a miscellaneous family, how can I specialize in one school?"

Chu Hao said: "Miscellaneous writers don't have to be good at everything. You are obviously very talented in novels. You might as well continue your studies. You will definitely be famous all over the world in the future."

Liu Ji reminded: "Brother Chu, you are drunk."

Hearing this, Chu Hao came to his senses, and said to Lin Qianjun, "I'm sorry, I've exaggerated, so I'll punish myself three cups, and I hope Junior Brother Yang won't be offended."

After saying that, Chu Hao drank three glasses of wine without blinking.

Everyone has their own choice, even among disciples of the same school, under normal circumstances, they will not interfere with other people's learning path casually.

This is a big taboo.

Chu Hao only reminded Lin Qianjun because he saw that Lin Qianjun's talent was really good, and he didn't want him to waste his time like Liu Ji and didn't learn anything well in the end.

Of course, in Lin Qianjun's view, these are not important. His family knows his own affairs, and it would be an insult to him to only learn one. Given his ability, of course he has to choose to have them all.

Facing Chu Hao's apology, Lin Qianjun shook his head with a smile, and said, "Senior Brother Chu Hao, you are also concerned about chaos, don't worry, I understand my own way."

Chu Hao nodded, picked up his chopsticks and said, "That's good, then eat delicious food!!"

After drinking for three rounds, Liu Ji also seemed a little tipsy. He asked someone to fetch a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, wanting to show off his literary talents.

After the things came up, he wrote a poem without saying a word.

Although he is known as a half-can of water, but half-can of water is also water, isn't it?
After he finished writing, the invisible light fell, and humanity recognized and evaluated it.

[Ninth grade of common level]

A little merit fell, and fell into Liu Ji and the piece of paper on which he wrote the poem.

After Chu Hao made a brief evaluation, he became interested and wrote a poem.

It is a pity that his poems have not been recognized by humanity, so they are just ordinary poems.

"Sure enough, there is a specialization in art. I can write prescriptions, and I have to be a Confucian disciple to be good at poetry." Chu Hao shook his head, then looked at Lin Qianjun and said, "Junior Brother Yang, do you want to try it too? "

"With Senior Brother Liu Ji Zhuyu in front, I still won't make a fool of myself." Lin Qianjun waved his hand and said.

When Liu Ji was feeling proud, he looked at Lin Qianjun and said, "How can we do that? We've already written it, so why don't you write it? You can even write a "spiritual level seven" novel. It's just a poem. Hurry up." Pick up your pen, so that I can admire your literary talent!!"

That's what he said, but in fact Liu Ji just wanted to crush Lin Qianjun here.

People's energy is limited, he really doesn't believe it, Lin Qianjun is good at writing novels, how can poetry be compared with him?
He performed supernormally today, even if a real Confucian disciple were here, he might not be able to beat him.

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