The author is amazing

035 Past and present

"It was my impertinence, sir, that taught me." Qianlong Leesaid.

"I don't know how to improve your practice, but I do know a way to improve your qualifications. I don't know if you dare try! But if you fail, your life will be in danger." The middle-aged man chuckled.

"I'm just a loser, a public level web writer, so what's to be afraid of if I can improve myself?" Qianlong Lee exclaimed.

"Hahaha, how dare you!" The middle-aged man threw his head back and laughed as if to vent his solitude of thousands of years.

The Eastern Magic Pen has been with Qianlong Lee for so long, but he finds himself unable to master the Eastern Magic Pen at all.

Lines of light converge and combine with the lotus dais under the middle age seat to gradually clear the middle age figure.

Finally, the middle-aged man rose abruptly from the lotus position and ambled over to Qianlong Lee.

"Who the hell are you anyway?" Qianlong Lee asked, stepping back.

"I told you, you can call me Jiangnan." Middle-aged mouth, a slight smile, said lightly.

Qianlong Lee looked at each other, then at the altered Eastern pen, and asked, somewhat boldly, "Jiangnan elder, are you the instrument of this Eastern pen?"

The so-called Witchcraft Spirit is the Witchcraft Spirit, the Witchcraft Spirit's magic power can not be deliberately controlled when facing the enemy.

The spirit of the organ can control its enemies and fulfill the will of its master, for the spirit of the organ is connected with its master.

And the apparatchik has a mind of its own and can choose its own, provided, of course, that the previous owner dies or is released from the contract.

As if reading Qianlong Lee's confusion, the middle-aged man calmly said, "Yes, I am the instrument of the eastern magic pen."

"What, sure?" Qianlong Lee was relieved that the key, he had suspected all along, was in the Eastern Magic Pen. But conjecture, and answer, are two things.

Qianlong Lee couldn't help but wonder what kind of Eastern prodigy this was.

"Far more than you think?" The middle-aged voice came again and Qianlong Lee looked at him in shock. What had just been said, he thought to himself, not spoken, was there no secret in Jiangnan's mind?

Jiangnan smiled, "Yes, as the current owner of the Eastern Magic Pen, our consciousness is connected by the blood that has dripped to identify the Master."

"Why can't I feel your thoughts, now that I've claimed the Lord?" Qianlong Lee wondered.

Jiangnan laughed and paused before saying, "If you want to probe my thoughts, you are spiritually superior to me, and not yet!"

The auxiliary treasures used by the network writers are divided into four kinds: mana, treasure, spirit and artifact.

Mana general contract state of the network writers can be refined, can be on the shelf below the network writers have a certain degree of attack or defense bonus!

Above, the treasure! It is extremely difficult to make a gem, and in addition to the alchemist being at least a top-shelf web writer, you also need a powerful fire in the heavens and the earth.

Added to the rules of heaven and earth and so on, plus countless materials, can be refined!

And as for spiritual objects, even more! This treasure is the generation of spiritual, that is, intelligent spiritual devices, each divine, is a thousand years difficult to come up with something, can not be found!

Spiritual awareness overtook each other, and Qianlong Lee realized that the Eastern magic pen appeared to be artifact level.

Artifact, at the very least, is the weakest of the publishing class of web writers, while Artifact is bound to be higher, and so far he hasn't broken his contract. Qianlong Lee has to be a published web writer to be able to read his mind.

Qianlong Lee had to grimace at the thought, his power was still too low to have complete control of the fabled artifact.

There are four great realms, from the author of the public network to the writer of the minor god network, and the difference is heavenly and earthly. Obviously, to surpass each other spiritually, I'm afraid Qianlong Lee won't be able to do that anytime soon.

Qianlong Lee curled his lip and Jiangnan chuckled to himself, somehow seeing the current owner of the Eastern magic pen eat away made his heart race.

Qianlong Lee then asked; "Who was the last owner of this Eastern magic pen?"

"The original owner was a drinker, also known as the Bacchus." Jiangnan said slowly.

"Drinker, you're talking about the Seven Heavens, the most prominent godlike web writer Drinker has had in three thousand years." Qianlong Lee was extremely shocked.

"Yeah, that's right, that's him." Jiangnan replied.

Suddenly Qianlong Lee asked, "By the way, senior Jiangnan, why did you never show up before?"

"About a thousand years ago, the drinkers fought a vicious battle with the forces of evil with the Eastern Pen, which was nearly broken and drained of its powers, forcing me to fall into a deep sleep, only to be awakened again the other day by your blood.

Breaking the void twice in a row caused the Eastern Magic Pen to become so damaged that it lost almost all of its function and fell into self-sealing.

It was not until you awakened the pen with your blood that I was able to extract the hyunite from the pen, refine it into five drops of basalt, and break the seal on the first layer of the pen. "Jiangnan spoke with a look of reminiscence.

Sniffing Qianlong Lee stuck out his tongue and asked, "So, what level of magic is Eastern magic pen?"

"Haha, you finally asked me what level of Eastern magic pen? My master, the wine drinker, spent tens of thousands of years collecting the wonders of the heavens and the earth. With the power of the heavens and the earth, he combined hundreds of them to refine the Eastern magic pen.

Eastern magic pen is the top artifact, as long as you can break through the last step, immediately become the artifact of creation, immortal for thousands of years, never wear out. You know, I have a chance to be the only self-evolving artifact in the world. "Apparatus Jiangnan said proudly.

Since the voice said he was an artifact of the Eastern Pen, Qianlong Lee certainly had reason to believe that the Eastern Pen was an artifact of sorts!

Most web writers have never seen anything like this in their entire lives, and where is the reason to question it!

In Qianlong Lee's mind, it was as if he had gone through a series of explosions of thunder. He was already playing with his imagination. But still did not expect, the eastern magic pen actually has this big origin. Just one step away from becoming an artifact of creation.

What is the artifact of creation? It is the supreme treasure of suppressing the movement of heaven and earth.

Now, he had one, and he had a chance to become a Creator, even if it was badly damaged, damaged, and a thin camel bigger than a horse, the Eastern magic pen was no ordinary talisman these days.

Qianlong Lee's eyes flashed with a mixture of excitement, longing, and more. It took him a long time to collect himself and ask, "Jiangnan, you also said that the wine drinker was the first master of Qixi Wen Zong three thousand years ago, and that the Eastern magic pen is a powerful artifact.

With that, Jiangnan gritted his teeth, hatred almost between his teeth, and said, "Not even the bloody pirate and plagiarist magicians, who ambushed the drunks in advance of their attack on the Devil's Road.

There were hundreds of little gods under siege, and many of the top masters of pirated magic were out in full force.

Then there was the pirate god's cross-border strike that finally killed the drinkers. Hate that drunkards fight with four hands, that's it. . . . . . "Jiangnan said with a look full of reluctance.

Qianlong Lee, who knows a thing or two about famous online authors, took a step back and threw himself into the Seven Weddings genre. Drinkers are even more famous, a myth that Qianlong Lee dreams of witnessing every day.

"Jiangnan, oh no, Jiangnan, you really are an instrument of the Eastern magic pen. You have offended many people in your late life. Your excellency has not conspired against us. Our heroes cherish our heroes and smile at us." Qianlong Lee said cheekily, blushing.

Jiangnan's eyes seemed to float, and he said faintly, "The Bacchus has gone deep into the headquarters of the Mordor Force, alone, to destroy the Mordor Force once and for all, in order to take down the Mordor Force on the Neverland.

But the magic path was more powerful than I thought. They had already set the trap and were waiting for the drinkers to come.

That battle lasted three days and three nights, and it was really a battle of the heavens and the earth. Hundreds of strong people at the same level besieged, wine drinkers had to be defeated, and the eastern magic pen was also beaten to fall into the realm, had to fall into self-seal, by this to slowly recover.

Since ancient times, the correct path and the evil path of the internet culture continent are opposite existence. Mordor uses all sorts of tricks to steal original, authentic online authors. To enrich themselves, or even to take possession of someone else's work. Mortal practice is nothing but plunder and theft. It's always been disrespected by the right way.

The drunkard said, "I am a good drinker, but I am not a good drinker: I drink often, and I am always drunk: therefore I am a drunkard: moreover, I like to speak nonsense, lest I cause trouble, and I am drunk."

Alcoholics have always been amiable, and the power is even deeper.

But the more famous the web writer, the more he cannot escape the evil forces. After years of development, Mordor extended his dark hand to all decent online writers, and drinkers were enraged to learn of it, hence the battle.

Too bad the battle had not dealt a devastating blow to the demons, though it had dealt them a devastating blow.

The magic path is like a weed that will sprout again as soon as it is not completely eradicated, and I don't know how far it has come in the last three thousand years.

Drinker Hugh was extremely high and already one of the top god-level web writers of his day. Pity to be surrounded by pirated and plagiarised wizards, although the power of alcoholics is superb, can be hard to resist hundreds of their peers under the master, is also out of reach.

In that case, Mordor waited in vain for a break, and the drinkers got nothing for it.

"Someone tipped off the Devil beforehand?" Qianlong Leeasked.

"That's not true, Author of the Author of the Author of the Author of the Author of the Author of the Author of the Author of the Author of the Author of the Author of the Author of the Author of the Author of the Book of the Author of the Author of the Author of the Author of the Author of the Book of the Author of the Author of the Book of the Author of the Book of the Author of the Author of the Word." Jiangnan affirmed.

Qianlong Lee floated the idea that the powers of the Magical Doors were terrible. But under those circumstances, the drunkard was able to withstand the pressure, and even fight the demons that eventually dared not confront him.

In the end, Mordor sent hundreds of ordinary goblin-level web writers under siege to keep the drinkers at bay.

Qianlong Lee was excited by the thought of being outnumbered by a hundred, so the drinker must have been an awesome strong man.

Jiangnan seemed to read Qianlong Lee's mind and gave her a slight snort.

The whole space of the eastern magic pen is filled with a brisk air of pride. His figure seemed to rise momentarily, and his manner was solemn.

At Jiangnan's words, Qianlong Lee felt a little sad. He was silent for a moment and asked again, "You said you had been asleep for two thousand years. What happened? How did you wake up again?"

"I don't really know." Jiangnan bluntly said, "But I've been awake since a few days ago, and it's hilarious to watch you stupid boy who knows nothing, begging for food with a gold coin in his hand."

Jiangnan said, "Qianlong Lee, since you are destined to receive the Eastern Magic Pen, which contains the Author's Tips of Terror left by the first generation of masters, would you like to follow in the spirit of your predecessors and make it your mission to destroy the evil forces of the Net-Worlds?"

After a pause, Jiangnan continued, "The Author's Tips to the Heavenly Planet was created by ancient God-level web writers, combining the wisdom of a hundred God-level web writers. Human-centered, and able to double as avatars, it is powerful."

Though rare, nearly a hundred Daishen authors have appeared over the millennia.

The kung fu practiced by the great god is by no means simple. The kung fu created by gathering 100 masters of the great god network is even more powerful than imagined. The Author's Tips for Amazing Heaven, however, is a synthesis of the strengths and weaknesses of various divine methods.

Is the world's most perfect original network author kung fu, the person who practiced the author of "jia tiao" is the most deserving of the same realm.

In Jiangnan's just told, the Author's Tips for Alarming Heaven is a kung fu method created by an ancient god. Practiced to the point of almost fighting the sky. If a drinker can practice "The Author's Trick to Heaven," he can almost avoid using the Eastern magic pen in the face of cyber-literary trolls.

But by the time Drinker got his hands on the Eastern Magic Pen, he had already achieved minor mastery as a web writer.

At that time, his whole meridian has been established, if he wants to practice the author of the Tips, it is necessary to destroy a full body of strength, starting from scratch. But at that time, the internet is in the autumn of eventful, heavy responsibility drinkers, there is no opportunity to practice the "author of the sky decided."

This "Author's Tips to Heaven" is about to be practiced by the author of the Unstructured Public Realm Network, but no one has ever practiced it.

But with little hesitation, Qianlong Lee spoke up, "I do."

Jiangnan's face beamed with delight as hundreds of demons from the realm of small gods surrounded him, depriving the Eastern Pen of most of its power. There was only a small fraction of what he could do now, and if Qianlong Lee didn't want to, he was afraid he would continue to sink.

Jiangnan smiled and said, "In that case, let's get started." Then he reached out a hand to the tall mirror and said, "Go to the Hao Sky Mirror first, it will show you how to practice the Author's Alarm Tips -The Master Plan.

Above the mirror, feeling Qianlong Lee's breath, the writing began to show on the mirror.

Qianlong Lee fixed his eyes on the magnificent words of "The Author's Tips for Terrifying the Sky -The Master Plan".

There is nothing magical about these words from a calligraphy perspective. But Qianlong Lee clearly from the silver crochet, feel that momentum, that vow to die also to put a big hole in the sky.

Nine majestic characters, gradually fade away. A figure of a human body suddenly appeared above the jade wall. It appeared to be a figure of a man in training, all over his body, covered in tiny lines and points of light.