Chapter 103 Sir, You Are My God (asking for monthly ticket) The golden light intertwined, and small characters of "Chen Yuan" gradually condensed into the shape of a person. Although it has no facial features, the golden shadow exudes a heart-pounding aura of oppression. Gongsun Yang's eyes were full of disbelief, and he stood up from his chair. "how is this possible?" "Is this it?" "I have just written this book, and it hasn't even become known outside. How could it be..." He was incredulous at first, and then he became so excited that he was stuttering. The storytelling tradition has a very special way of practice. They travel around, meet different people and things, write books and spread the deeds of people they think have great potential. When people see or hear this story, they imagine the characters in the book and resonate with them. This will generate incense, or human luck, and they will deify the characters in the book and materialize them according to their own ideas. In short, their job as storytellers is to spread the stories about brilliant people far and wide, to create "gods" one by one. Then the books they write will naturally possess incredible power, which will in turn benefit themselves.

According to the stories they wrote, and the degree of their spread, they were divided into township news, county news, and state (prefecture) news... News from the village or movement in the county would generally only cause some magical effects to appear in the scriptures, such as the use of some magic tricks used by the characters in the book. In order to condense the spiritual body of the characters under your writing, you need at least Mingzhou (fu). At this time, the characters under your writing begin to take shape, and you can possess incredible magical powers. You can obtain one-third of the true form of the original body, and you can invite the spirit to exert great power. It would be even more amazing if the characters he created were more powerful. Of course, this method of practice sounds amazing, but it has many limitations. The first one, of course, is people. Only those with hidden talents will have opportunities. Second, it’s the right time, the right place, and the right people. This is related to the fate of the characters in his works. It also concerns his luck! He, Gongsun Yang, has been traveling around the world for more than thirty years, and has recorded the stories of hundreds of people in his writings, but with only one book, he was able to condense his spiritual body and reach the Mingzhou level. Therefore, when he reached the age of fifty, he was still only at the stage of great achievement of the body and soul. At this moment, he had just spent three days writing "The Story of Suppressing Demons", and now he had condensed a spiritual body. How could he not be surprised and excited? At this moment, he felt that the bottleneck that had remained for many years was vaguely beginning to loosen, and his expression immediately brightened with joy. Looking at the spirit in front of him, Gongsun Yang felt that everything was God's will, and quickly clasped his fists and bowed. "I would like to thank you in advance, sir!" "I will definitely come to your house to express my gratitude someday!" He was thinking in his heart that he had firmly secured this important position. After saying this, he chanted a spell and put the golden figure into the "Suppressing Demons" book. Then he left the inn and headed out of the city so that he could break through to perfection with peace of mind. While the storyteller was rushing to break through outside the city, in the small courtyard of Jiazi Lane, Chen Yuan was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed. All around him, golden light flickered, illuminating the space under the bed curtains brightly and hotly. Opposite him, a woman with a delicate face and wearing a purple gauze dress, closed her eyes and frowned, her brows tightly locked. Her pink lips occasionally opened and a soft hum came out.

At this moment, fine and crystal beads of sweat condensed on her forehead, and the gauze dress on her body was also soaked, tightly wrapping the woman's body in an orderly manner. Suddenly, the woman groaned. At this moment, a golden light shot out from between Chen Yuan's eyebrows and penetrated into the woman's body. The woman's body trembled violently. The next second, Fang Qingzhu opened his eyes and felt that his whole body was about to collapse, but his lavender eyes were extremely bright. At this moment, her mind and soul felt extremely relaxed, all the trauma in her heart was gone, and she felt as if she was floating in the air. She looked at Chen Yuan who also opened his eyes, and smiled. "Thank you, Brother Chen. I didn't expect that your sun is so powerful." "All things are interdependent and mutually restraining. The skills I practice can just be used to restrain these demons." Chen Yuan said, looking at the other party's appearance, as if something was wrong, so he slightly raised his eyes and reminded him. "Miss Fang looks very tired. You should go wash up first." Fang Qingzhu did feel sticky all over. She blinked her eyelashes and nodded. When I was about to get up, I suddenly felt something was wrong. "Brother Chen, what's wrong with your throat? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Chen Yuan was a little confused and didn't know why the other party said that. "Any questions?" As soon as he said this, he realized that there was a tremor in his throat while he was speaking. His voice sounded a little shrill. "Nothing. I guess it took me a lot of effort to help the girl heal her wounds." He didn't care. Fang Qingzhu nodded, then went out and headed towards the backyard. Chen Yuan also stood up and got out of bed. It was already bright outside. The treatment of Fang Qingzhu's hidden injuries was divided into two sessions, which took about five or six hours in total. He calculated the time in his mind, wondering if Qin Hu should arrive, and suddenly, he seemed to remember something. Yesterday, his mind entered Fang Qingzhu's Niwan to heal her injuries. It seemed that there was some movement in his own Niwan, but he didn't have time to investigate. He closed his eyes again, opened them after a while, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he frowned. I have gained an extra chance to kill the devil. He had a vague guess and couldn't help frowning. Did Qin Hu have an accident? At this moment, he suddenly looked towards the window and found two small shadows sneaking around the window. Reach out your hand and flick and grab. The window slammed open, and two hairy guys let out strange cries and prepared to escape.

As a result, he jumped into the air, was caught back, squeezed through the window gap, and was caught by Chen Yuan, one in each hand. "I think you two little guys are..." As Chen Yuan was speaking, his voice suddenly stopped and his face froze. The two little guys looked at Chen Yuan with their eyes wide open, as if they had seen a ghost. Why do adults speak so sharply? How should I put it? Just like a woman, she is just short of doing the orchid finger gesture. Chen Yuan obviously also discovered this problem. This is obviously unusual. What's wrong with my cultivation? It shouldn't be. His mind wandered in his body and he didn't find any problems. At this moment, silver light suddenly appeared in his eyes and he started to use his mind and eyes. The next second, a silver light flashed in his eyes and his expression became strange. In his mind's eye, he actually saw wisps of tiny white mist surrounded by fine golden light gathering around him. This thing has a faint scent of incense, but it doesn't smell like it. what is this? Chen Yuan used his mind's eye to fix one of the rays, and suddenly he felt something in his heart, and his gaze suddenly shot towards the outside of Qingshan City. Then he threw the two little guys into the window with both hands, and his figure blurred in the void and disappeared. A few minutes later, Fang Qingzhu came out from the backyard. At this moment, the woman was like a lotus in clear water, with water drops still wet on her face, like morning dewdrops. She looked around, searching for Chen Yuan's shadow, but only saw two chirping little fellows on the window. "Where are your adults?" she asked. "jiji" "Chi Chi Chi Chi" The little squirrel stepped forward first, using its two furry paws to gesture and twisting its butt. A hint of astonishment soon appeared on Fang Qingzhu's face. "You mean, your master has turned into a woman?" "Snapped" The white fox quickly used its paw to push the little squirrel out of the window. (End of this chapter)