Comprehensive martial arts pen to punish the world

"Fusu, the Su family of the Tang Dynasty, whose name is unknown, was active in the Tang Dynasty from Tianbao to Chengqing. She is the only female prince in the history of the Tang Dynasty who is famous for her storytelling. The development of vulgar art has changed the fate of the script being evaluated as vulgar. Her works have provided a large number of documents of the time for later generations and have become precious literary wealth today. According to unofficial history, this female son has been Keeping his name incognito, and his gender is unknown, which adds a bit of legend to him."

"Today we are going to study excerpts from Mr. Fusu's "Small Words"."

"Copy and recite the full text."

"The above are all test points."

Tang Huan's eyes were empty, his pupils were out of focus, and he felt that the men who danced tango around her knew each other separately, but when they were grouped together, they didn't make any sense at all.The afternoon sun was just right, and it was so warm that people just wanted to sleep. Tang Huan tried his best to lift his heavy eyelids, looked around the classroom, and found that there were very few strong people.

After finally getting out of class, the teacher put down the chalk and told the students to remember to copy notes and writing on the blackboard.

"Fusu, Fusu, Fusu again, just like we can't escape Li Bai's torment, Fusu is indispensable in the test center every year." The wailing of the tablemate still lingers in his ears, and Tang Huan is half asleep and half awake. But Jian silently gave a thumbs up in his heart, "Although I am also a fan of Mr. Fusu, who can stand writing and reading comprehension like this all day long? Wouldn't it be better if we finished reading the story? The teacher insisted You have to chew up the contents and spit it out for us to eat, isn't it disgusting?!"

This description was really indecent, Tang Huan slapped his deskmate on the back of the head expressionlessly, lay down and fell asleep.

"Vulgar." The literary girl sitting in the front row of Tang Huan cast a disdainful look, cleared her throat, and said, "Fusu has become a great Confucianist in the Tang Dynasty as a woman. An example. She not only represents a legend of an era, but also reflects the openness of the people and the equal status of men and women in the current world. As the overlord of the five countries that later unified the world, this is the cause that has been buried since the Tianbao period It can be said that Fusu is not only a legend of a generation, but also the epitome and symbol of the era at that time."

"Squad leader, did you do well in the Chinese test this time? Are you very good at reading comprehension?"

"If you sleep less in class and listen more, you will naturally do well in the exam." The monitor frowned, and couldn't help but said, "Fusu's works have always been the most important points in the exam. It can be said that there are compulsory exam questions every year. If you don't study hard yourself Don't influence Tang Huan, her grades have dropped too much this time."

The deskmate impatiently listened to her lecture, and muttered: "...Aren't they just a few novels? Tang Huan can also write."

The squad leader got annoyed, raised his voice slightly, and said, "She just wrote novels all day long and her grades dropped so badly! Do you compare her with Mr. Fusu?!"

Tang Huan was so noisy that he couldn't sleep, he raised his head annoyed, and lazily opened his eyelids: "Fusu wrote a novel, and he was right."

The squad leader was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said angrily: "Tang Huan, you are blaspheming the sages! Even if the script written by Mr. is vulgar, the symbolic meaning and spiritual belief are quite different!"

"But what she wrote was originally a novel." Tang Huan felt helpless, and said, "In fact, she traveled back from the modern age to the past, and she started writing the story book by chance, and she never thought of relying on these fame. Li Wan. Although the passage of time and years will give the work a heavy weight, but these reading comprehensions are all nonsense, and there is nothing wrong."

The class monitor couldn't stand it anymore, she looked at Tang Huan as if she was looking at a scumbag who was ignorant and unrepentant, she snorted coldly and turned her head away.

The tablemate watched the two quarreling silently, seeing them give up at this moment, he patted Tang Huan on the shoulder sympathetically, and said, "Although you write novels very well, don't get mad, what? You've been forced to time travel, so don't be tortured by reading comprehension, right?"

"I've been stupid for a long time." Tang Huan looked down at his paper, and after a long while, he said slowly, "I'm going to give the author zero points for talking nonsense, I guess that's how cheating I am."

After class, Tang Huan walked out slowly with his schoolbag in his pocket and one hand in his pocket. Many people with their schoolbags hurriedly raised their hands to say hello to her.Tang Huan has a mature and steady personality that is not suitable for her peers. It can be said to be synonymous with reliability, so even if she looks so lazy all day long, she is still very popular in school.

Tang Huan walked for a while, seemingly carelessly, when a familiar voice finally sounded in her mind, reminding her that she was not dreaming in a trance.

【Ding——My stupid host, you haven't coded for three days, and the task of 'Conferring Gods in the Literary World' hasn't made any progress so far, it's really embarrassing! 】

[Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!If you delay the manuscript again, the baby will be hanged on the security door of your home! 】

[Look at your senior who has become the idol of thousands of girls now, and there are so many people writing reading comprehension for her, don't you feel envious?Don't you want the literary world to become a god, and after thousands of years, let more students sit in the classroom and write about your reading comprehension?host host host——]

"Shut up." Tang Huan said almost lovelessly, "I really don't know how my ancestors could bear your mouth."

[Hey——you hate it, when you used to look at the stars and the moon, you used to call her Xiao Tiantian, but now you don't want it, you just kick it aside, don't you? 】

Tang Huan shut up and didn't speak, her eyelids drooped, she still had that sleepy and waking look.

Half a year ago, Tang Huan was sent to the hospital due to a car accident. Fortunately, he did not suffer any irreversible injuries, except for several stitches on his head.But even though the doctor repeatedly emphasized that there was no root cause of the disease, only the sequelae of occasional headaches, Tang Huan still suspected that his brain was damaged in the car accident.

If her brain hadn't been damaged by the crash, how could she have hallucinations, and there was always a cute voice in her mind chattering endlessly?

This noisy existence that claims to be a writing system is called "Mo Shu", and it claims to be the golden finger of his ancestor, Mr. Fusu.Such a little thing came up and threw her a series of missions of advanced difficulty "Conferring the Gods in the Literary World", and said that the difficulty of her missions was far lower than the difficulty of her ancestor's nightmare "Printing the World", so it was easy for her in this era realized against the background.

If he hadn't bumped into such a magical creature, Tang Huan wouldn't even have known that the famous Mr. Fusu was actually his ancestor who had been rectified.

[You are the closest bloodline to her, so I want to help you get promoted and raise your salary, marry rich and handsome, and reach the pinnacle of your life. Don't despise me.Your ancestors said that there is no useless system, only people who don’t know how to use it. You see, she was able to do things that ordinary people dared not imagine in that era when women were looked down upon, let alone you? 】

Tang Huan was very melancholy at that time, and after listening to the gossip history of his ancestors, he politely declined: "Writing a book can't save the world."

[...Ding——Sub-quest [-]: Establish a writer's identity, write a work on a hot topic, and reward Tangmen's internal skill "Jing Yujue". 】

Tang Huan's head went blank, and she immediately stood up - she was born in an ancient martial family, so she naturally knew more secrets of this world than ordinary people.The martial arts internal strength and so-called superpowers in the novel actually do exist, but they are in the hands of a few people and have not been announced to the public.As a direct descendant of this generation of Tang Sect, the sect that has been passed down for thousands of years has gradually become strangers, because a large number of martial arts secret books and mental methods have been lost in the long river.

His heart was beating violently, but Tang Huan asked calmly, "Is Mr. Fusu also a member of Tang Sect?"

[Ding——to be precise, the rich and handsome man who was promoted and raised to marry Gao Fushuai is the Tang Sect. 】

Tang Huan: "... Oh." It sounds really hard to describe.

Tang Huan is not interested in writing, but she is extremely paranoid about Tangmen martial arts. In order to obtain martial arts skills, she embarked on the road of no return to writing.

"Is it really not my illusion? It seems that you cheated on the wrong set."

【Ding——Actually, Mu Shu also said the same thing. She said that she lived in an era when heroes were everywhere, and masters were not as good as dogs, but God gave her a writing system. God really blamed me.But you can see that she finally changed that era and achieved what she wanted to do. Even a figure at the level of a master should respect her three points. 】

"Very powerful." Tang Huan never denied this point, praised sincerity, and his words were serious, "As long as you have a strong heart, you can control your own destiny wherever you go."

【Well... Actually, she was not able to control her own destiny at the beginning. She is not as great as your book says, but she is just a child as old as you. 】

"Speaking of which." Tang Huan tugged at the shoulder strap of his schoolbag, and said expressionlessly, "Last time you said that you helped me cheat in the exam, but all your reading comprehension was wrong."

[Hey, can this be my fault?I analyzed the answer according to Xun You's reading comprehension.You have to know that Xun You is Mu Shu's mobile teaching material. His reading comprehension was regarded as a treasure thousands of years ago, why is it so difficult to use now?Is it because Xun You's brain is not big enough, or are you drifting away? 】

Tang Huan was too lazy to complain about this unreliable system, and half-disgustedly said: "Can't you help me write reading comprehension according to the meaning of my ancestors?"

Mo Shu's voice faltered, and he almost uttered gibberish words: 【It's a good thing Mu Shu is not here. If she was here, she would be ashamed to cry when she saw the reading comprehension you wrote. 】

#How shameful are the things you wrote? Don’t you have any clues in your heart? #

#I told you that the wind and snow in Saibei is really cold. #

#The original author's coffin board can't be held down anymore. #

"Is she happy?"

[Very happy, she has trekked through ups and downs and tribulations, her life is healthy, her husband and wife are loving, and her children and grandchildren are filial. 】

"What kind of person is she?"

【She——】

——She was an ordinary girl who used to look like you, who would wear jeans and hold ice cream and walk down the street with a smile, that’s all.

The author has something to say: This is the end of the story.

Thank you for following and watching (bow)

The story of the comb is over, and the author has a lot of insights.

In the next book, I hope that my writing and plot weaving ability can make greater progress.

Probably I will write martial arts in the future, but whether there is a CP depends on the situation. In fact, I originally planned to write Kalubi after writing the pen, but the plot line of that book was killed... =. = I have thought about everything from Ye Nanshen's apprentice to Nanshen's sister, Nanshen's best friend, Nanshen's master... Even the male god's aunt (mud) has been drafted.

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In order to prevent myself from committing a crime (I'm not I didn't), write something else to divert attention.

But I will definitely continue to write Ye Ying's (doge)

In the future, I will probably rest for a period of time, saving manuscripts while changing the sword, and will start updating the quick passage when it is almost done.

It's over, it's really over, thank you for following for a year, I love you guys so much.