I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Finished eating the spiritual fruit.

Ning Ruan took out his own pen, ink, paper and inkstone as if no one was watching.

He began to write the manuscript in public.

As a responsible author who has a beginning and an end, how can he let his novel end?

It must be finished.

There are still three books unfinished.

"Summoning the Emperor", the protagonist Su Fan.

"The Good-for-Nothing Fourth Miss, All Summoners" features Jiang Fengming as the protagonist.

Finally, "After being kicked out of the family, the real daughter went crazy and killed her", which was also popular in Zhongzhou, the heroine Lin Yue.

Prototype Ling Yue.

Now she is the daughter of the head of Jiuxuan Sect.

Ning Ruan felt that there was a 90% chance that the opponent should be on the immortal boat at this moment.

And as a son of destiny.

As a monk, Ning Ruan writes articles very quickly.

Under the control of spiritual power, the three brushes moved on their own.

The plot is all in her head. With her current mental strength, it is not a problem to multitask.

This movement soon attracted the attention of others.

The boss of the Library who was drinking just raised his head and glanced, then looked away and continued drinking.

He had long suspected that Ning Ruan could write novels.

Not surprising.

Don't care either.

The corners of Zongzhu Shen's lips twitched, and it took a long time before he uttered, "Are you not even pretending now?"

Ning Ruan raised his head: "What are you pretending to be?"

Sect Leader Shen's eyes fell accurately on the three manuscripts: "Anonymous monk, is that you?"

The unknown monk who became famous throughout Qingyun Prefecture is famous for his masterpiece "The Beast Lord's Dominant Love: The Group's Favorite Junior Sister Cries Again".

Almost as soon as the sect master finished speaking.

Even the younger generation disciples who were still racing against time and practicing with their eyes closed opened their eyes one after another.

Keep your ears open.

On the surface, he remained calm, but in fact, his spiritual consciousness had clearly seen the three manuscripts that Ning Ruan was still writing.

Ning Ruan's expression remained unchanged as she slowly uttered three words: "It's not me."

"..." Sect Master Shen chuckled, "Writing three novels at the same time, is there anyone in the Nine Provinces who is better at writing than you?"

"No." Ning Ruan looked at Sect Master Shen: "But just because I wrote well, you can't say that the Anonymous Monk is me."

"Haha, you are the one who loves to eat fish, Master Wuyue is you, your father..." Sect Leader Shen was a bit unable to say the nickname 'Your father is here'.

But the meaning expressed is clear enough.

"These are all you, but the anonymous monk is not you?"

"Yeah!" Ning Ruan nodded heavily.

"..." Sect Leader Shen didn't want to say any more.

Asking further will yield no results.

But he was very sure that the anonymous monk who wrote the story of Overlord's Love was definitely Ning Ruan.

But she refuses to admit it, what can he do?

In fact.

Even if Ning Ruan admitted it, there was nothing he could do.

Sect Leader Shen fell silent.

The disciples next to him became interested.

I don’t practice anymore.

They gathered around with expressions of excitement.

"Junior Sister Ning, I really didn't expect that Beast Lord Overlord's Love was actually written by you!"

Ning Ruan: "...not me."

"Okay, okay, it's not you, it's not you, but what your overlord loves to write is really great."

Ning Ruan: "...I didn't write it."

"I think it's better to summon Emperor Zun. It's really unbelievable. I think back then, there were still junior brothers and junior sisters fighting over which book was written better. If they knew that all the books were written by Junior Sister Ning, I'm afraid... It can scare you to death.”

"Junior sister Ning, why don't you just use the name of the unknown monk?"

Ning Ruan: "...Because I am not an anonymous monk."

"You don't know this? Junior sister Ning must not want people to find out, but even if she uses multiple names, the books written by junior sister Ning are still the most beautiful, and they are as popular as Ba Shang Ai. "

Ning Ruan:...

Ning Ruan was tired.

No longer able to argue.

Love as much as you like.

Ning Ruan decided to write the endings of the three books until the next afternoon.

The time is just right.

The maid of Zhen Gourmet House not only sent the manuscript out for her.

He also collected all royalties for her.

Another large sum of spiritual stones was added to the account.

"This spiritual stone is indeed getting more and more beautiful."

Unknowingly.

She actually has more spirit stones now than when she first left the village.

It's obvious that he has tried his best to waste his fortune.

In the room, everyone could not understand this trouble at all, and felt as if a big stone was stuck in their hearts: "..."

outside the room.

The gentle voice of the maid from Zhen Gourmet House came:

"Guest, the dishes you ordered yesterday have been prepared."

"Okay, please prepare a storage ring for me, and I'll pay the bill together."

"Guests, don't worry, the storage ring has been prepared, but you don't have to pay the bill. It's a bonus for the guests."

The door opens.

The maid respectfully presented the storage ring.

Ning Ruan took it and hung it on her waist with great care.

I don’t think it’s safe enough.

Instead, he tied it directly with a rope and hung it around his neck.

"..."

Sect Master Shen didn't know how much food was packed in the storage ring. Even a storage ring could be an added bonus, so the portion must be quite a lot.

But no matter how much it is, can it still compare with the batch of top-grade spiritual stones compensated by the Supreme Sect yesterday?

Think about Ning Ruan's attitude towards the best spiritual stones.

Look at this moment again.

It's almost ridiculous.

"I'm ready to go up the mountain." Ning Ruan said seriously as soon as the maid stepped back.

Today is already the seventh day.

The deadline given by the group of people on the fairy boat.

"You go ahead, we won't go there."

It was rare for Sect Master Shen to soften his usually serious and rigid face.

"We are going to go to the teleportation array. Once the immortal boat leaves, we will return to Qingyun Prefecture."

Sect Leader Shen and others are already aware of the reputation of the Wudi Peak group in Zhongzhou.

If we expect the big forces in Zhongzhou to be kind to the Chitian Sect, it is better to expect Ning Ruan to eat less.

It's absolutely impossible anyway.

As for going up the mountain now... before Ning Ruan knew it, Sect Master Shen had already discussed it with several peak masters.

Whether it is the unknown people who went up the mountain or the situation of the Chitian Sect, they are not allowed to go now.

……

The group of people parted ways.

However, Ning Ruan did not leave first.

Wait until the Chitian Sect and his party leave.

She sat alone in the room, staring at the palm of her left hand.

After a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind, suddenly raised his right hand and made a skillful stroke towards the palm of his left hand.

Bloodstains appeared instantly.

There was a lot of blood.

But Ning Ruan can no longer see it.

Her consciousness was pulled into the dark space that was so familiar to her.

It seemed as if she had transcended time and space, and although the distance was unknown, a figure clearly appeared in front of her.

Slender and straight, just standing casually, he looks like a divine sword that has concealed its edge and is ready to move.

The invisible coercion and powerful aura make people unable to ignore it and dare not approach it.

The man slowly turned around.

The appearance is a bit blurry.

But Ning Ruan saw those dark eyes with sharp edge clearly.

Even without seeing the face and eyes, she recognized the person.

"Second father."

"What's the matter?"

Simple and cold words.

Ning Ruan is familiar with it, but has no fear, mainly because he is used to it.

It would be terrible if her second father one day spoke as gently and softly as her third father, or if he made a jingle like her tenth father.

Dogs passing by would be frightened to death.