Global Cards: I Create Eastern Mythic Card Deck

I saw a whirlpool appearing out of thin air in the dim room, sucking the schoolgirl into it.

The seventh master and the eighth master looked at each other, and the two pairs of lifeless eyes suddenly bloomed with a little light.

But then it dimmed, like two statues, silently guarding Ji Nian, whose consciousness was floating in the sky.

At the same time, in the vast white sea of ​​consciousness.

Ji Nian looked at the azure arc lingering around the schoolgirl's body. He raised his hand to summon a card pen, dipped in some spiritual liquid, and began to transform the material.

Different from the ordinary addition of information in normal card making, the [naming] step of special materials is more like a god or creator arbitrarily fiddling with the fate of a small person.

With just a pen, you can control a life's birth, old age, illness, death, happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.

This feeling of transcendence over all living beings is really difficult to describe in words.

Fortunately, Ji Nian has a good heart and quickly reacted. With a flick of the drawing pen, the story of the school girl returned to its original point.

The scene on the "River of Destiny" immediately began to change:

In front of the antique door, a rich middle-aged man in luxurious clothes was pacing, waiting anxiously.

Suddenly, bursts of baby crying came from the delivery room, and a bright smile appeared on the middle-aged face.

He was quite talented and learned and even gave his newborn child a very nice name, which he called...

【Zhu Yingtai】

The calendar writes these three characters smoothly in the sky.

But as the blue light flashed, the font suddenly spread out and turned into symbols, falling in the middle of the school girl's eyebrows.

The next moment, I saw golden light blooming and dazzling. Countless rays of light turned into a "cocoon" and enveloped the schoolgirl.

Seeing the light gradually dimming, Ji Nian picked up his pen again and continued to write:

[Yingtai studied literature since childhood, admired the talents of Ban Zhao and Cai Yan deeply, devoted herself to learning, but was rejected by her father.She had no choice but to go to Kuaiji to study with a teacher in Kuaiji, disguised as a man, alone. 】

[I met the scholar Liang Shanbo on the way, and we met him as old friends, and had a very happy conversation, so we picked up earth for incense on the Caoqiao Pavilion, married Jinlan, and came to the academy together. Since then, we have been inseparable, and an invisible love has gradually emerged... 】

As the chronicle lines fell, the images on the long blue river continued to flicker.

Everything is like being pressed on the accelerator button.

The baby girl's cries gradually subsided and were replaced by the sound of "grandma, grandma", which soon turned into the sound of reading.

Xiao Yingtai continued to grow like this, and soon she grew into a tall and graceful girl.

Perhaps she was influenced by [Study Girl]. She did not grow into the kind of soft, delicate and graceful young lady, but a cheerful and free-spirited girl.

He is good at sword dancing, loves poetry and calligraphy, can draw a bow, and knows how to control the arts.

If I have to use one word to describe it, it would be "sa".

Chronicles quickly glanced at the growth process of this strange woman from a God's perspective. It was also deeply miraculous, but the more interesting things are yet to come.

I saw the eldest lady disguised as a man walking in front of the Caoqiao pavilion. Brother Liang, who was 1.8 meters tall and good at fisting, also made a brilliant appearance at this time by reciting poems and counterattacks.

Just by looking at his face, you can tell that this Brother Liang is actually Ji Nian himself.

Although with his tall and strong physique, he did not look like he would "die from depression", but in order to prevent unexpected situations in the material transformation, Ji Nian still let his own will come and go through the motions himself.

In this way, while Ji Nian was chatting with Yingtai, he controlled the card pen with his mind and continued to write the story:

[As time passed, Zhu's family was urged to return, and Yingtai had no choice but to return home, but was told that her parents had betrothed her to Ma Wencai, the son of the prefect. 】

[After hearing the news, Liang Shanbo thought for a long time but was unable to act rashly. Burning with anger, he finally fell ill and passed away. 】

[Yingtai heard the bad news, and when she got married, she deliberately detoured to pay homage to Liang Shanbo's tomb.Xu Shi was inspired by her mourning, and in an instant, thunderstorms swept across the sky. 】

[After the thunder, a huge crack suddenly opened in the graveyard. Yingtai, who had already made up his mind, jumped into the grave, and the tomb closed in the next moment. 】

[A long time passed, the clouds cleared and the rain cleared, and two butterflies emerged from beside the monument, flying around...]

All the past events and interactions have now settled.

In the tomb, "Brother Liang" who had been dead for a long time suddenly opened his eyes.

"It turns out that this is how it feels to lie in a coffin...it seems okay..."

"Could it be that this is the correct way to open the paper man's coffin? Others sit on the ticket, and I lie on the ticket?"

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the chronicle "uncovered the coffin", shook off all kinds of strange thoughts that suddenly appeared, and turned his attention to the girl studying again.

But after the story was written, the cocoon of light became a little brighter, and the long blue river surrounding it began to flow continuously.

What appears on the screen is exactly what the chronicle has just been compiled for.

But at the next moment, the long illusory river suddenly branched into a small tributary.

The tributaries are getting wider and wider, and it seems to be another river.

"Is this... the [schoolgirl]'s own will?"

Seeing this situation, the calendar is a little confusing.

As a new card maker, he really has no experience in dealing with such emergencies. He can only wait and see how things develop and adapt accordingly.

With this thought in mind, he turned his attention to this tributary.

I saw that Xiao Yingtai, who entered the academy, finally realized her dream and became a talented woman like Ban Zhao and Cai Yan through hanging on the beam and studying hard.

But the next moment, these pictures shattered, and this small tributary merged into the mainstream again.

As if nothing had happened.

"It actually created half a new destiny trajectory on its own. It's a bit interesting..." Ji Nian said, stroking his chin.

The reason why it is said to be half a track is that this trajectory is a "dream" deduced by itself with the [school girl]'s own will as the anchor and the "sworn brother Liang" as the time node.

After all, the story written by the card maker is the core of card creation.

A small episode like this won't have much impact.

Even if there is, it's probably in a good direction.

"Creating something from scratch, the situation is ever-changing, this is the charm of card making."

A sigh of relief.

I saw the light cocoon not far away suddenly shattered, and the green robe of the [Studying Girl] turned into a pale scholar's uniform in the blink of an eye.

His face has not changed much, but his temperament has become more agile and heroic. The sword with a bloody sheath and black handle still hangs on his waist, and the mottled quiver and long bow still hang on his back.

At this time, she slowly opened her eyes and turned her gaze to the year.

Compared to the lifelessness before, it can be said to be full of energy now.

The thick and complicated card information also poured into Ji Nian's mind at this time.

"The new skill characteristics...are a bit powerful..."

Looking at the text on the panel, even if it is the Year of the Year that was adopted by the seventh and eighth masters, I have to admit that this is really a very good card.