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Text 151. Miscellanies

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    On the white roof, a small lamp with yellow light hung, swaying slightly.  .The surrounding walls were a little dark, and the corners were covered with gray spider webs. A moth was fluttering above, but there was no spider.     This is where.  Liu Bai sat up suddenly and looked down at the blue quilt covering him. He felt a little cold in his heart.  He only remembered that he felt dizzy while eating and had an urge to sleep, but in the end he couldn't remember what happened.     what happened.  Liu Bai sat up straight, pushed off the quilt with his legs, moved to the bed, and naturally got his feet into the shoes.  He stared blankly at everything in front of him, his intuition telling him that this was definitely not Linshui Town.  "Did I travel through time again?" Liu Bai touched his dizzy forehead. As soon as he stood up, his eyes darkened and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he pressed his hands on his chest to support himself and stopped the downward trend.  .  After a long time, Liu Bai, who had recovered, stood up and looked out the window at the bright and fresh grass. He walked quickly to the door. The dazzling sunlight forced him to squint his eyes and cover his eyebrows with his right hand. It took him a while to gradually adapt.  This kind of light.  As soon as he walked out of the door, a man's scolding sounded in his ears.  "Wrong! Wrong! The story written like this has no sense of substitution at all! Do you know what a sense of substitution is? The sense of substitution is not what you have! Li Lei, what the hell are you writing? Who taught you to write like this! Look  Look at what Han Meimei wrote! " Li Lei, Han Meimei.  Liu Bai blinked and followed the sound. After walking less than twenty meters, a small garden appeared in front of him.  Suddenly I saw a thin man standing on the grass with an angry face. There were three tables around him, and eight children aged 11 or 12 were crowded together. One of the little boys had red eyes and lowered his eyes.  His head looked very aggrieved.  When Liu Bai appeared, the eyes of the eight children immediately turned to him. Even the man teaching turned around. When he found out that the person coming was Liu Bai, his expression changed and he hurriedly said respectfully: "Sir." He knew the other party.  I?  Liu Bai was full of doubts. He checked his attributes and found that they were still the same as before. Logically speaking, it seemed that he had not traveled through time.  Suddenly.  An idea flashed in his mind, as if he had thought of something, and he couldn't help but ask: "Is this the place where the gods fell?" "Yes, sir." The man nodded, "This is Hedong Village, and I am from here.  Village chief, my name is Yang Shanshui." Sure enough, I arrived at the place where the gods fell.  Liu Bai shook his head with a wry smile. He didn't expect that he was actually brought here. It must have been the plan of the Ice King and the old man. Unexpectedly, despite all the calculations, he didn't make it to this point. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out of expectation, these old boys would dare to plot against me, but where did that damn Qi Yunfeng go and why did he leave him here?  "SirSir." A few shouts pulled Liu Bai back from his thoughts.  "Yeah." Liu Bai responded subconsciously, then raised his head and asked.  "Where's the person who sent me here?" "He said he wanted you to stay here first. He has something to do and will come back to see you after a while." Yang Shanshui said.  Back to the sect.  This is the first thought in Liu Bai's mind. According to the plot of the novel, whoever gets a treasure will have to dedicate it to the sect. He has just tricked him into it and has not conquered him yet. The probability of such a plot happening is still very high.  We still have to find a way to get out of here.  Liu Bai thought about it for a while, but felt that there was no need to take the risk and wait for Qi Yunfeng. If it was really disadvantageous to him, how could he fight against the other sect if he was single and weak.  It seems that I have to use my eloquence again.  Liu Bai sighed inwardly and walked quickly to the front. He lowered his head and looked at the paper on the table. Unexpectedly, these children were all learning to write stories.  ?Write stories.  No wonder Ice King said that this place is suitable for him, but he didn¡¯t expect it to be a place for writing stories. It really has a strange and alternative feeling.  He pointed at the paper and asked: "Village Chief Yang, why are you writing a story?" "You must have come from another continent." Yang Shanshui took two steps forward and said seriously.  "Adults don't know. You should learn this as early as possible. Writing stories can improve your writing skills. Later, you will be able to research and compile martial arts. At the worst, you can also be a little person who writes stories and earn some money to support your family." Yang Shanshui Mo  He touched the head of the first little girl and sighed: "You adults don't know something. I am an ordinary person like these children and cannot be killed.So we can only rely on this method to find a way to make a living.  "Novelty. This was Liu Bai's first thought. "Writing stories to make a living is indeed a relatively novel way to make a living. After all, there is no Internet in this continent, and there are no online novels, so how can you make a living by writing stories." He picked up the  After reading the content on a piece of paper, he couldn't help but smile: "Children are naive, and sometimes they do think much more than adults. It's just that writing stories also requires experience. Without experience, it is impossible to write good stories.  " "That's what my lord said.  Yang Shanshui nodded seriously, "So we must cultivate and learn from an early age."  Every week I let them read the serialized stories in the miscellaneous papers. It also encourages them to read and write more, and they will be able to write good long stories in the future.  "Miscellaneous copy? "What is this? It can also be a serialization of stories. Could it be a newspaper? While Liu Bai was thinking, Yang Shanshui took out a stack of yellowed paper from his sleeve and said: "It just so happened that I was just thinking of using the miscellaneous copy."  Copy the above story as an example to guide children to learn. If adults are interested, you can also listen to it.  If you like it, I have some recently released miscellaneous copies at home. You can take them back and read them carefully.  " "That's fine.  " Liu Bai did not refuse the other party's proposal. Seeing that there was no place, he took out a stool from the inventory and sat down. The children were immediately surprised, as if they were watching magic. " Yang Shanshui's eyes were filled with laughter  With a look of envy, he quickly withdrew his attention and began to read the story to the children. After hearing this, Liu Bai laughed happily in his heart. It was indeed the place where gods fell. Unexpectedly, it was.  Even newspapers appeared, and it was indeed much more prosperous than the island. Listening to the stories told by the other party, he felt surprised that there were stories similar to martial arts novels in this place, but it was still filled with people who appropriated fighting spirit.  The system has not changed. The children¡¯s faces were full of excitement, and they exclaimed from time to time. At the end, they felt like they still had something to say. It¡¯s a pity that this kind of story is not written in one go. ¡°Okay, everyone.  Notice what writing skills the author has.  "Yang Shanshui closed the papers, put them away carefully, and asked seriously. "The children below immediately started to raise their hands to answer the questions, and they were all talking with excitement, wishing that they would immediately become the protagonists in the story.  (To be continued.)
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