Typewriter becomes a daily practice

"Uncle Li, it's really amazing. He's only a hundred years old now, and he has already formed a pill!"

"Uncle Li, you wrote Chu Ting! Wow, my favorite fairy!"

"Uncle Li, that's amazing. I want to read his next story!"

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If all living beings have spirits, all things can enter the Tao.

The difference between practitioners and ordinary people is that they have spiritual roots, which means that they have the opportunity to enter the Tao, and there are thousands of ways to enter the Tao in the world.

Either enter the Tao with the sword, or enter the Tao with the array, or enter the Tao with medicine, or enter the Tao with music, or enter the Tao with painting...

Entering the Tao through writing, as the name suggests, is to enter the avenue of longevity by writing articles. Traditionally, cultivators who enter the Tao through writing generally use their articles to resonate with people, thereby improving their cultivation.

It seems simple, but it is not possible for those who can write to enter the Tao. There are countless literature in the world, and the legends about them have never been forgotten. Even because they can become legends, there must be classics left behind , but even more memorable.

However, it is so difficult to paint a world with one's own pen, so colorful that it can be seen by others.

Therefore, there are also many people who write amazing works because of their aura for a while, and then enter the Tao one step at a time. With all his cultivation, he can only become a mortal.

Therefore, after everyone recognized Li Youwei as the author of "The Domineering Immortal Falls in Love with Me", they couldn't help but praise him more, and Li Youwei became famous all of a sudden.

At this time, Li Youwei was wearing an ice-blue satin robe with a bamboo pattern trim that complemented his white jade hairpin. He was holding a book in his hand and was sitting on a carved mahogany chair. There were eight volumes of books on the table, neatly stacked into a pile, the pages were turned, and a spring-colored flower petal entered the window with the wind, and fell to the ground in a whirl.

After a while, Li Youwei stood up straight, just stepped on Luohua, the floor was slightly darker, Li Youwei still held the book in his hand with admiration, and sighed: "Since the ups and downs Ups and downs are affectionate and righteous, good writing!"

I saw that the volume in Li Youwei's hand was connected to the pile of books on the table with several beautiful fonts printed on the spine, which was "The Domineering Immortal Falls in Love with Me".

After Li Youwei sighed, he waved his sleeves and called out, "Zicang!"

In the next moment, a boy with high combed hair, dressed in black and white school uniform, rushed over at a trot: "Master, what's wrong?"

Li Youwei's face, which has always been calm about honor and disgrace, was full of joy at this moment, and he raised his lips and smiled: "Do you know who the author of "The Domineering Immortal Falls in Love with Me" is?"

"Isn't it you?" The boy named Zi Cang blinked his eyes and tilted his head in confusion.

Li Youwei was taken aback when he heard the words, and then his face turned red: "Zicang is so optimistic about me, I will be able to write such a good article in the future, isn't this book bought by Zicang and put on my desk? After I reported Jiedan to my master and came back, I put it on my desk, you know me, and when you see a book, you should read it no matter what.”

"Then, I was fascinated when I first saw it. It was full of witty words, as if I was there, it was so beautiful, but I didn't see the author printed, so I wanted to ask you."

When Zicang boy heard this, his small face wrinkled like worry: "Uncle, Uncle, I made a mistake, you can blame me."

When Li Youwei saw this child, Zicang, his whole face was wrinkled, his eyes were filled with grievance and pitifulness, and his heart skipped a beat: "What mistake did you make again?"

"When I brought this set of books, didn't you just come out of customs, uncle? I held the book and asked you, uncle, did you form alchemy because you finished writing a new work?" Zi Cang suddenly After a pause, the little eyes showed some indescribable words, "Then, Uncle Shi, you nodded, and I thought you were the author of this book."

"I'm a little trumpet... so now everyone outside thinks that the author of this article is you..." As he spoke, Zi Cang lowered his head, and raised it from time to time, secretly looking at Li Youwei who was already stunned, "Then what?" "Uncle, I didn't mean to..."

After a while, Zicang heard his uncle murmuring: "If you enter the Tao with literature, you will have a pen name at the moment you enter the Tao. They are all proud of the pen name. The pen name is conducive to the condensation of cultivation. If you put your pen name in the book or don’t tell others, then there are only two possibilities, one is that you have just entered the Tao and don’t know the function of the pen name, and the other is that you have already reached the point where your writing style is self-contained and you don’t need a pen name..."

"I've never seen this kind of writing style before. I never thought that the person who wrote this article would become a Taoist. There is already such a masterpiece. It's really amazing, really amazing!"

Seeing Li Youwei's face in a huge shock, Zicang's mind was filled with the phrase "36 plans are the best strategy", and while Li Youwei was in a daze, he shouted: "Uncle Master! I'll tell others right away!"

Then it disappeared in a flash.

At this moment, as in the past, Jiang Yiwen was holding braised pork with more sauce than others, and a pair of black cloth shoes, which made his heart happy and he stepped on the stone road with "da da da" steps Before he was happy for two seconds, Jiang Yiwen stretched his hands, and his sleeves stretched "swish". With a roll, he grabbed a young man with long black hair. There are quite a few guys here!"

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Yiwen looked intently at the meat thief he had caught, and he was in a daze. He saw that under the long black hair was a warm white as delicate as jade, his lips were red without spots, and his eyebrows were green without draw. A pair of almond eyes, as bright as stars, with a slightly immature baby fat on the cheeks, stared at him for a moment, and said confidently: "You are too hard, it hurts!"

The words of shouting pain were a bit harsh, obviously there was no tone of grievance, but it made Jiang Yiwen feel guilty, before he could let go, there was a "slap" on the back of his hand, and it hurt, and while rubbing the back of his hand, he saw a whole body Snow-white hair, a pair of big blue eyes, dressed in satin, paws on the boy's shoulders, a cat with a slightly disdainful expression...

Alas?A cat with a slightly disdainful expression?A cat in satin?Jiang Yiwen caught a glimpse of the lotus leaf bag in the young man's hand from the corner of his eye, and came back to his senses: "Say, who are you? Why did you steal my braised pork?"

Jiang Yiwen's solemn tone, coupled with the young man's love for stewed meat from the bottom of his heart, and his little conscience, the young man paused, and replied seriously: "This time is over, I want to rest, and I didn't bring any books, so I didn't bring any books with me. Change, change you next time."

The young man obviously didn't speak much. He divided a long sentence into several short sentences and spoke slowly, word by word, at a slow speed.

Jiang Yiwen saw that the young man was only twelve or thirteen years old, and he was just stewed meat. He was soft-hearted at first, and wanted to preach to the young man to stop stealing, but after listening carefully to the young man's words, Jiang Yiwen's eyes suddenly twitched. Open your eyes wide: "You were the one who exchanged books for stewed meat a few times ago?"

The young man nodded and blinked, looking very well-behaved. Jiang Yiwen looked at the young man who spoke intermittently, but an unreliable thought popped up in his heart, and he couldn't suppress it no matter how hard he tried.

Jiang Yiwen stared at the boy intently, and asked solemnly: "Did you write the book that was used to exchange braised pork?"

The boy nodded.

Little bit... nodded!Jiang Yiwen's heart exploded, looking at the boy's eyes as if he was looking at a cornucopia, he only felt that the dream of growing cultivation would come true immediately!

"What's your name? How old is this year?" Jiang Yiwen grinned. He didn't suspect that the young man was deceiving people. He knew that only he and the author of "The Domineering Immortal Falls in Love with Me" were the only ones who exchanged books for stewed meat, and the young man It looks easy to deceive at first glance, how could it be possible to deceive people!

The young man frowned when he heard the words: "Don't talk about friends, if you are hungry, eat braised pork."

Isn't it just a piece of stewed pork!Give you all!Give you all!Jiang Yiwen laughed, and said very generously: "Here you are, you eat!"

When the young man heard it, his eyes lit up, he smiled brightly at Jiang Yiwen, and then said, "Thank you!"

Seeing the boyish smile, Jiang Yiwen thought what a good boy he was, and said, "You are so good, you can eat braised pork later~"

"Thank you!" The young man thanked him again, Jiang Yiwen thought this child was really sincere...

Then, as soon as the Shicheng child finished speaking, he disappeared in front of Jiang Yiwen, leaving only a wisp of smoke. Jiang Yiwen's first reaction was: This silly boy, you can't use teleportation in the city, won't you be captured by the law enforcement team?

The author has something to say:

Generally speaking, there are no good guys and bad guys in this article, the full text is light-hearted, and you are more than hearty!

【small theater】

Zi Cang: Son, son!I tell you!I have a dream!

Li Youwei: What?

Zicang: Enter Taoism with gossip!

Li Youwei: Is this why you have a big mouth?Don't explain, just copy "Supernatural Events" a hundred times first!

Zicang: Chick!I don't want to dream anymore, those events are terrible...