My brother is so stable

The Holy Mother picked up the glass cup on the side, took a sip of the jade straw, and made a few "ho ho" sounds.

Li Changshou: ...

Why did I suddenly have the déjà vu feeling that I was talking to my cousin who lived in a house all the time in my previous life!

"master……"

"I don't like to be called my lord, my lord.

Also, although I am a human being, I have no blood relationship with you, don't call me grandma, mother, ancestor directly, it will make me feel a little embarrassed. "

"Hey, ma'am..."

At this moment, Li Changshou felt that he was about to burst!

Forcibly returning his mind to tranquility, he lowered his head and said, "You summoned the disciple to come here, not just to scare the disciple, but also to ask the empress to express it clearly."

"Naturally, I risked being scolded by Senior Brother Taiqing to call you here, so I have something serious to do."

The Holy Mother casually pointed to the side bookcase, and a few books fell in front of Li Changshou.

These books are actually made of spirit tree spirit pulp paper, which contains boundless power of life!

If this is made into a paper effigy!

Bah, the crisis hasn't been resolved yet, and I'm still thinking about Tao Zi here...

Li Changshou opened his eyes and found that these books were all blank...

"This place is shrouded by my supernatural powers. It's been a hundred years here, and it's only a moment outside."

Saint Nuwa said without raising her head, "Write a complete and wonderful story, and you will not be held accountable for deceiving me today."

"story?"

Li Changshou was indeed a little puzzled.

"Travel notes and picture albums are fine. The characters should be fuller, and the story should have a strong sense of conflict. It is best to be unexpected and reasonable. The plot is reasonable and moderate. Only then can it be regarded as a masterpiece."

The goddess by the pool explained quite seriously, and raised her chin slightly towards the bookcase, "There is no need to write repeated stories."

Li Changshou's forehead was covered with black lines, and he walked over with his head down.

What is this bookcase!

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "Three Dilong Brothers", "The Demon Cult Advocates Organic", "Xiao Li Feijian", "Chu Liuxiang and Tian Boguang", "Drunken Rain Transforming the Field"...

There are dozens of sets of "literary works" that Li Changshou has read or heard of almost in his previous life!

Li Changshou asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, do you like this?"

"Can't you?"

The goddess by the pool sneered, and her tone slipped to the end: "As the Holy Mother of your race, you like to read stories made up by such people, isn't it out of style?"

Li Changshou: ...

How to pick it up?

How did he answer this?

Turning my head to look at the goddess by the pool, I found that the female saint was frowning in distaste, really...

too real.

"Disciple has a question," Li Changshou asked cautiously, "Is this all your story?

Have you been looking at them over and over for so many years..."

"The person who wrote these stories has long been ashes," the poolside goddess sighed softly, "After reading it, I will clear up my memory about these books. In this way, I feel fresh every time I read it."

That's okay too...

The goddess by the pool said: "Don't delay, if you write one more story, I will give you another chance."

"Disciple Shan Danqing, I can provide my mother with some paintings to relieve boredom," Li Changshou sat down holding a blank book, feeling a little blank again.

The impact is a bit big...

This……

Sitting on the throne of the main hall before, she couldn't see her figure clearly, exuding a faint saint's coercion, the majestic treasure, the saint's empress who made people dare not look directly at her;

At this time, lying on the edge of the pool, still exuding a holy radiance, people can't think of any thoughts in their hearts, but she is eating fairy melon seeds, drinking fairy fruit wine, and looking at the goddess with her chin...

Could it be that Master Taiqing is playing video games in the Taiqing Temple, and he can make a table of mahjong for tens of thousands of years with one breath?

Li Changshou raised his pen and ink, and suddenly asked in a low voice:

"My lady..."

"You don't need to ask who that person was back then. The Dao of Heaven has already corrected his existence, so I can't mention it either," the goddess by the pool said flatly.

Li Changshou thought for a while, "Is this disciple related to that person?"

The goddess by the pool said indifferently: "You have nothing to do with that person.

Each true spirit has its own specificity, which cannot be changed by reincarnation.

You don't know anything else. Although I'm a little bored, your realm is really too low. "

Li Changshou smiled awkwardly. Just as he was about to pick up his brush to paint, he frowned and asked, "Then why, the prehistoric world that disciples know hasn't changed..."

"Looking forward from the back, that person has become an indispensable part of the evolution of the Dao of Heaven. What you know is what you should have."

The goddess by the pool paused, sighed slightly, and said calmly:

"That person guided me to join the demon clan and the good fortune human race, and then went behind the scenes to manipulate and trigger the Lich War. Finally, he wanted to take the opportunity to become a saint, but in the end there was nothing left.

The way of heaven has no end, no definiteness, no permanent situation, no cause and no effect, it is like a shackle to a sage, it is like a blessing to an ant...

Do you paint or not? "

"Your Majesty, don't worry, let the disciple brew it, brew it."

Li Changshou looked down at the album in front of him, sighed in his heart, and picked up his pen to work slowly.

The attic of this blank world quickly became quiet, only the rustling of the nib on the spiritual paper, and the faint sound of the goddess turning the pages of the book by the pool.