Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“I was born in a remote hill village in the south of the Federation, with no transportation, no decent industry, and a very backward economy. Most of the village's adults went to work in large cities to earn money, leaving only the elderly and children behind. ”

“My teacher, the only country teacher in the village, is an old lady in her 100s with white hair. ”

“Ever since I was a kid, I knew that the teacher was a big man, and she would talk to a lot of little animals in the mountains, and she could make watermelons grow up fast in the winter. With one finger, she could light a bonfire and take our little dolls with her to the fire to eat watermelons. ”

“If people in the village have a headache or a fever, they will let the teacher see it, and the teacher always sees it after three strokes and two strokes. ”

“With the teacher's instruction, our little dolls in the mountains realized that there was such a vast world out there, and such a magical world of pharmacy and cultivation. Teachers often grabbed our hands and took us through dreams, and let us see one big city after another, and see many people, and eat many, many good things. ”

“It was a long time ago that I realized that it was not a dream, but a world of novels created by a teacher, a practitioner and an illusionist. ”

“But by this time, she was dead. ”

“When I was fifteen years old, it rained heavily in my countryside for ten days and ten nights, softening the entire mountain behind the village, finally triggering a landslide in the middle of the night, bringing in a terrible mudslide stream. ”

“The teacher was the first to discover the mudslides as she walked under the mountain in the middle of the night, helping a villager deliver her baby. ”

“The rolling rocks are flooded and fall, and there is no time to notify everyone of their escape. ”

“So the teacher burned life, overpowered the spirit energy, formed an incredibly sturdy spiritual energy shield, hard and raw to block the mudslides outside the small mountain village. ”

“Everyone fled safely, while the teacher was devoured by the mudslides and found her body ten days later, as tranquil and merciful as falling asleep. ”

“Since then, I have aspired to become a teacher-like person, I have followed in the footsteps of my teacher, I have gone all the way to Tian Fantasy College to become a practitioner, and I have become an illusionist who can create the world with whatever words he wants. When I graduate, I apply to participate in the federal" Volunteer Program for Education in Poor Areas "to be a rural teacher in a small village in the wilderness and to follow the same path as my teacher. ”

“That's when I met the tide of beasts. ”

“To be honest, I have 10,000 reasons not to stand up, just as my teacher had 10,000 reasons not to get under the mudslide. ”

“But she stood up, she didn't need any reason, so I stood up, and she didn't need any reason, just a little impulse in her heart was enough. ”

“This is what I didn't think it would look like. I've had countless dreams. None of these dreams are" ghost repairs "at a young age. How is it possible to say no regrets? ”

“But there's always something to do, knowing that regret is something to do, because if you don't do it, you'll regret it even more, for the rest of your life. ”

The little bluebirds chirped, unconscious, the two flew out of the clouds, lurking in the blue sky, beneath the vast mountain river, the golden sun spilled on them, plated with a brilliant outline.

The little bluebird said with some embarrassment:

“I'm sorry, Mr. Li Yao, I just became a ghost repair, I'm in a very messy mood, I don't know who to talk to, I don't know how to tell my parents - they don't know anything yet! ”

“To think about it, you saved my life, and I heard that you offended some very powerful people in order to defend us - I think you can probably listen to me nag, so I took the liberty of coming to you, wasting so much time on you, I'm really embarrassed. ”

“No, no, no, no waste. Your voice is beautiful, and the world is beautiful. Bluebird is a great novel! ”

Li Yao said very sincerely.

“Really, do you really like the world?” The little bluebird said with surprise and pleasure.

Li Yao fluttered his wings and spurted towards the sun. After a moment, he closed his wings and glided freely towards the mountain river.

He squinted his eyes and carefully tasted the subtle touch of each wind sliding across each wing.

“Really, it's a beautiful world, I love it, I really want to get into" Bluebird "world often, fly freely with you, watch the river set and the wind rolls over the clouds. ”

Li Yao suddenly felt a palpitation coming from the depths of his divine soul, as if he had a subtle connection with the Bluebird world.

And the world of Bluebirds has become clearer, more moving, and the clouds have become richer.

Wei Qingqing's eyes lit up and muttered: “Mr. Li Yao, you have become the first reader of Bluebird! ”

“Reader?” Li Yao was stunned.

These two words clearly have a deeper meaning than literature.

Wei Qingqing nodded:

“Yes, we practise illusion literature differently from ordinary practitioners, and for you ordinary practitioners, the main way to practise is to devour and apply spiritual energy. ”

“But we, illusionists, need to create one piece after another, to use it to impress people, to connect readers with us in wonderful spirits, to create spiritual resonances, to build strength in resonances. ”

“The more readers, the deeper we feel, the stronger the resonance, the stronger we become. ”

“My other two works are bestselling novels of the youth type, both with a number of loyal readers, and the spiritual resonance they bring is the source of my strength. ”

“And this Bluebird is a work of pure literature, nobody likes to see it, and you are the first ‘reader’ to resonate with me. It is because of your emotion that the world of Bluebird will become clearer, more mellow and more full than just now. ”

“It is my luck to have a reader like you. When I have a new sense of understanding and have written a new chapter in Bluebird, I will definitely invite you to enter the world of Bluebird again. Together we will explore the infinitely wonderful world of the cloud, Mr. Li Yao! ”

Like all young women of literary arts, their work was loved, Wei Qingqing was very happy, completely forgot the fact that she had just died, fanned fine wings and danced around Li Yiu.

Li Yao's old face turned red. I didn't expect that he, the coarse man who only knew how to repair it, would resonate with a piece of pure literature.

Think about it. He's got another problem:

“Qing, if the reader reads, the more resonance inspired, the more powerful the illusionist is, isn't it cheaper to write bestselling books? Because bestsellers must be hundreds and thousands of times more readers than pure literature. ”

“In theory, yes.” The little bluebird nodded.

“Then why are you writing such pure literature as" Bluebird "so hard? Pure literature is hard to write, no one reads it, neither makes money nor enhances power. Why not have time to write a few more bestselling books? ”

Wei Qingqing smiled and looked at the distant cloud fairy realm: “Because… I love it! ”

……

After the little blue bird flew away, Li Yao thought about this young woman who was a few years older than herself. The more she thought about it, the more she found it interesting.

He activated the brain and searched for "oranges.”

This is Wei Qingqing's pen name.

The crystal brain was slightly shaken and two pieces were quickly searched.

As Wei Qingqing said, the two youth novels she published were very popular, had a large readership, and had a high number of hits on Lingnet.

The first novel is called "The Juvenile Patriarch Loves Me." The cover is a handsome, handsome, sunny teenager who stares out of the light.

Li Yao fought a cold war and flipped his scalp to the introduction.

This story is about a large sectarian lord who unfortunately became a vegetarian after an accident, and his seventeen-year-old only son had to carry the burden and inherit the sect.

The female lead is a normal person who went to work in this sectarian company during the summer vacation, because of a coincidence of a mistaken strike, the juvenile owner was treated as a worker like her, and the two people slowly networked.

The juvenile patriarch inherited the great cause when he was young and shallow. Naturally, there were many forces in the sect who were unhappy. Normally, he fought hard. Ruyu had too many fraudulent things to do. His heart was distressed. It was rare to find such a pure girl as water. He did not yet know his identity. Naturally, he became close to her and gradually developed love.

Afterwards, nature is a large part of love and hatred, resentment is involved, and there are other hostile faction elders who use the flying sword to darken the juvenile lord, but the female lead finds out, helping the juvenile lord to shield the sword and other circumstances.

Although Li Yao wanted to break his head, he couldn't figure out how an ordinary person could discover a flying sword fired by a practitioner, and even if he did, how could he react in a timely fashion - but these are details, not major obstacles.

At the end of the day, the young patriarch and the female lead broke through the obstacles, and lovers became family members.

At this point, the father of the juvenile lord, the old lord who had become a vegetable by fire, suddenly woke up, and he strongly opposed his son marrying an ordinary man.

And the heiress of a large sect who claims to be the fiancée of the juvenile lord also appeared in front of the female lead...

The story came to an end, and to find out how the aftermath had developed, we had to wait for the sequel to be published.

“Er...”

After a few glances, Li Yao gave up his intention of studying carefully, dragged the light screen down and went to see the second book.

The second novel is called "Overlord in Love with Me". The plot is similar to the first one. The only difference is...

This “I” in "Love Me" is a boy.

And, of course, "hegemonic" is also a very big, cold, powerful man.

“Terrible! ”

Li Yao lightning closed the page, rubbing his eyes hard, tears direct.

He gave up the idea of further spiritual exchange with Wei Qingqing.

At least these two novels are illusory worlds, and he's not going to die.

“Let's talk more about pure literature, Little Qing.” Li Yaoxin said.

And just then, there was a wave of whistling over my head.

At first, Li Yao didn't care. There were military camps surrounding him, and some military shuttles were flying over his head.

Soon, however, he realized that there was something wrong - the whistle had been over the medical tent and the voice was getting louder and louder.

It's like dozens of military warships hovering around medical tents!

Li Yaojiao jumped, carrying both the Blackwing Sword and the Dark Star Rock behind him, moving a limb, maintaining optimal combat status, and walking out of the medical tent in two steps.

The battle in the sky stunned him.