I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Chu He smiled wryly.

If the literary spirit is too strong, it is not a good thing in the ghost world.

Everyone saw these two lines of subtitles. Except for Mu Yingjin, the other three all looked at Chu He with admiration.

"As expected of Mr. Bailong, a simple infusion can directly activate the token. We probably need to instill it with all our strength."

Bei Fu, who was covered with freckles, was a child after all, not so serious, and said to Chu He with a look of admiration.

After all, Yao Hong and Zi Muyang were older and less excited, but they looked at Chu He with respect.

Mu Yingjin spoke.

"What should we do now."

Chu He put aside his redundant thoughts and opened his mouth to make arrangements.

"The five of us pretended to be a ghost cultivator team. I was in the front, Mu Yingjin was in the back, and the three of you were in the middle. Let's go to the location in the mission together."

"The three of you should pay attention to the loss of literary energy. Once the cultural energy is not enough, you must speak in advance. We still have four people in a circle, and we can temporarily restore the cultural energy."

As he said that, he took out the Resurrection Pill Complex Pill that he refined here before, and distributed it to the other four.

This is the ghost world, without the all-pervading cultural energy of the human domain. The moment he entered the ghost world, Chu He felt the difficulty of recovering his cultural energy.

His literary spirit was already comparable to that of a second-rank Confucian, and his recovery speed was also comparable to that of a second-rank Confucian, but the moment he entered the ghost world, he was directly cut in half, and his recovery speed was only half of the usual.

This is when he has Wen Hai and four books to support him.

Without Wen Hainei's unaffected four books, his recovery speed would only be 30% of the usual rate.

Estimates of recovery rates for others are similar.

Thinking of Wen Hainei's four books, Chu He felt a headache.

It has been several months since the end of Xuezhong, but from the beginning to the end, no book spirit who can assist him has appeared.

The only one who can assist him now is Xiao Feng.

But Xiao Feng is only a peak fourth-rank martial artist, and if he fully uses the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he can threaten a low-level third-rank Confucian.

But that's all.

Now that the vortex that Chu He participated in has been promoted to the ranks of Zuo Xiangling, Ghost King and other first-ranks, even Xiao Feng can't help himself too much.

Could it be that the stronger one's realm is, the more difficult it is for the birth of a high-level book spirit?

It shouldn't be, Zhang Julu is also the chief assistant of the first dynasty, so he is at least a second-rank Confucian here.

Even Zhang Julu can be summoned, why can't there be other book spirits?

Do you want me to open a new book?

It has been a long time since the book spirit has appeared, and Chu He is very puzzled by this.

If a second-grade book spirit can appear and be gathered in Wen Haishu, he will be more confident in escorting a few people out safely when he enters the ghost world this time.

If there is a second-rank book spirit, as long as he does not encounter the army of the ghost world, does not meet a large-scale second-rank ghost commander, even if he faces the ghost king alone, Chu He thinks he has the strength to fight. .

Even if you can't fight, at least you can escape.

But it's useless to think about it now.

Chu He withdrew his thoughts, looked at the flickering light of the token in front of him, and headed in that direction.

This token is very similar to the one he communicated with Feng Zishu and others in the ghost domain, it only shows the direction, not the distance.

Walking in such a straight line, it is very likely that you will directly encounter a large-scale ghost cultivator, and you may hit the Ghost King Palace.

So Chu He decided to advance slowly. Every thirty miles, he made a circle to check the surrounding situation.

Along the way, it was very silent.

The surroundings were pitch black, and even if they circulated their energy in their bodies and concentrated their eyes, they could only see clearly at a distance of 100 meters.

The black soil under his feet seemed to be like a swamp, and it was constantly sticking to the soles of his feet, making it very difficult to lift his feet.

The three of Yao Hong were very nervous, looking around constantly, for fear that something might appear.

After all, they are only fourth-rank talents, and they have not experienced any major events like Chu He. They just cultivated to the fourth rank in a mediocre manner, were recommended as geniuses by the county, and joined the literati army.

Seemingly affected by the surrounding depression, Yao Hong seemed a little irritable, and he took the initiative to speak to Chu He in front of him in a low voice.

"Master Bailong, I heard that you killed three third-rank ghost generals, is this true?"

Chu He glanced at him, knowing that he was nervous, and nodded slowly.

Yao Hong's eyes showed longing again, and he murmured.

"I have always admired you, Mr. Bailong, and I want to be like you."

I am only twenty-two years old, how can I be admired, how can I be admired like an old man in front of Yao Hong?

It's a weird feeling.

Chu He chuckled lightly.

"You don't have to want to be me, you are yourself, and when you break through to the third-rank Confucianism, killing ghosts will be nothing."

But after saying this, Yao Hong's eyes were still full of admiration.

The atmosphere was still dull, Chu He thought for a while, and took the initiative to speak.

"Have you ever seen the snow?"

Chu He just asked casually.

Judging from the fact that it was only published in the academy, they probably haven't read it.

Unexpectedly, the three of them nodded together, and Yao Hong even spoke.

"I read it several times in the Literary Army. Among all your books, Xuezhong is the one that impressed me the most."

Chu He was dumbfounded, and looked at the last Mu Yingjin.

Mu Yingjin's complexion did not change, and she said lightly.

"When the disciples of the National Scholars Academy went to the Liangjie Mountain Literary Army, they would naturally discuss Xuezhong. Once they came and went, they were in the Literary Army. After that, they borrowed from each other. Later, some people stole the prints. They were discovered by Lin Zhennan. With eighty sticks, they were driven out of the Literary Army. .”

"So now in the Civilian Army, there should be no one who hasn't seen Xuezhong."

Chu He was silent.

Xuezhong is on fire in the literati army? I'm in the literati army, why don't I know?

Since this is the case, there should be a book spirit appearing in the snow, why is there no movement at all now.

Yao Hong still said in admiration.

"I like the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng A the most in it. A peach blossom branch can be the world's most powerful person."

With a sound, Chu He suddenly found that Wen Hai seemed to shake twice.

Chu He opened his eyes wide, thinking of Xuezhong involuntarily in his mind.

Could it be that?

It has been accumulated in the snow, and it has been accumulated until now, ready to give birth to the book spirit?

But now that he was on the road after all, it was not easy for Chu He to sink into Wenhai to check, so he could only think about going to Wenhai to see how it would be when he stopped to rest.

Thoughts were flying, and Chu He had already begun to figure out which character it would be.

All of a sudden, Chu He didn't pay attention, his front feet were suddenly empty, and his whole figure fell forward.

Chu He looked at the black soil in front of him, and was startled. He suddenly pulled out the long sword on his waist and stabbed it to the ground.

The long sword stabbed at the black soil, but it didn't penetrate directly as expected, but stayed on the surface of the black soil, making a clang.

In an instant, Chu He understood.

There is a problem with this black soil!