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"After two days of writing, the income I can get on this day should be around 4 million, um, 4 million, a hundred days should be more than enough."

Lin Feng said casually and indifferently.

And the people were still in shock.

"Ghost Blowing the Lantern", which has been popular on the Internet in the past two days, was actually written by Brother Lin!

Damn it, it's real!

They feel that the world is too unreal, too unreal.

This guy, even if he can beat him, why is he so hung up on writing books?

Is there really such a horrible person in the world?

The most terrifying thing is that this novel that looks very professional, he actually finished it in just two days!

How is it done?

"It's getting late, I have to rest early, stay up all night, tired~"

Lin Feng simply washed and went to rest.

On the Internet, with his understatement of self-exposure, it completely exploded.

Early morning and late night.

#The author of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" turned out to be Brother Lin#

This topic hit the top in an instant.

Soon, dawn.

More and more people are seeing this topic.

I don't believe it, it's impossible, how is it possible!

All kinds of unbelief, but soon, the official website issued a notice.

This book is indeed written by Lin Feng.

This time, no one questioned.

Zhang Kai and several people were sitting in the program group, and they were shocked for a long time in the face of this sudden news.

"It's actually written by Lin Feng, it's really beyond my expectations."

"He's a genius." Qu Li said, "I have been discussing this book with several seniors of the Writers Association in the past two days. This book is very professional and highly written about ancient tombs and some past folk stories. Literary literacy. I just didn't expect it to be written by Lin Feng."

Zhang Kai smiled bitterly and said, "If nothing else, Lin Feng will get a draft fee of nearly 4 million tomorrow. This amount of money is enough for him to live very comfortably in the next 100 days. This last wish. , I think it can be announced early."

"There is one more." Jiang Haidao: ""Ghost Blowing the Lamp" is indeed very exciting. If it is published, the sales will definitely not be bad, but it is difficult to win awards."

Qu Lidao: "He didn't rush to win awards from the beginning, and he said it himself, this book is to earn money for the next life."

Zhang Kai said: "Seriously, I'm starting to look forward to his next book."

Qu Li shook his head: "'Ghost Blowing the Lantern' is great, a rare masterpiece. But it is very difficult for popular novels to win awards, and there are not many novels that combine literature and popularity better. Therefore, I think [creation] is this It is still very difficult to make a last wish, but fortunately he has plenty of time. And it can also be exempted with immunity.”

The next day, the manuscript fee arrives.

close to four million.

Looking at the money in the account, Lin Feng threw his hand away, and did not let Lord Lang go out to buy food, so he ordered takeout directly.

Aolong, blue crab, wagyu...

All kinds of ingredients add up to nearly 2,000 yuan.

After the ingredients were delivered, Lin Feng took them all out.

"It's time for everyone's favorite food."

Lin Feng smiled and started cooking.

"I wasn't expecting at all..."

"The same last wish, people are living a hard life. Brother Lin, you are a big fish, don't you feel guilty in your heart?"

"This meal is equivalent to half a month's salary."

"A big guy with a monthly income of 4,000 upstairs?"

After the ingredients were cooked, I picked a few green onions from the balcony for decoration.

The fragrant green onion, coupled with his master-level cooking skills, made these dishes completely sublimated.

After a meal, Lin Feng was very satisfied.

...

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed under such ordinary boring and boring days.

During this month, Lin Feng's work and rest are quite regular.

In addition to eating and drinking every day, I sit in front of the computer and write, or write something on paper with a pen.

This month, he received an invitation from the Writers Association.

There are also individual traditional writers who expressed disdain for "Ghost Blowing the Lantern", but most of them, including the president of the association, highly appreciated it.

Regarding [Creation], Lin Feng did not immediately start writing.

It's still early, so don't worry.

The main thing is that he didn't think about what to write.

On this day, as usual, he grabbed the pen and wrote and drew on the paper.

The sound of the system suddenly sounded in my mind.

"[Habit Cultivation Instrument] is triggered, congratulations to the host for obtaining [Calligraphy]"

Lin Feng's eyes lit up, this trigger is really difficult enough.

In a month, only two rewards were triggered.

He found that the triggering rewards were all related to what he usually did.

He immediately upgraded [Calligraphy] to Grandmaster.

"[Calligraphy (Grandmaster)]: Five thousand years up and down, the script is written in regular script, and the writing is like a god!"

For a moment, he felt that the pen in his hand seemed to have a soul.

Even if it's just an ordinary ballpoint pen.

He seems to be writing on the paper at will, and his pen is really like a god.

"pretty!"

Lin Feng couldn't help but admire himself.

"Brother Lin is crazy..."

"It's only been a month, sigh, and finally I still can't stand it."

"So, this last wish can't be solved with money at all, you have to be able to endure loneliness."

Zhang Kai considered the language and said, "Lin Feng's spirit seems to be more excited."

Zhou Lingling was also a little worried: "It may be that I can't see anyone, it's a bit boring."

They watched Lin Feng keep writing something on the A4 paper, and after writing, they shouted excitedly: "Good word, beautiful!"

They looked very worried.

After writing for a while, Lin Feng still felt unsatisfied.

But this ballpoint pen A4 paper is too limited.

He directly checked the nearby stationery store online, and called the errand to buy the four treasures of the stationery.

After buying it, Lin Feng waited expectantly.

Unable to hold back, I continued to write with my ballpoint pen.

"Brother Lin, what the hell is going on?"

"I guess he thought of some brilliant idea."

"What does that sentence say? Genius and lunatic are on the line."

After waiting for about an hour, the errand brother delivered the things.

Seeing Lin Feng carrying a large bag and a small bag, everyone was curious.

Zhang Kai said: "He seems to have bought a lot of things."

Zhou Lingling said: "Actually, I think if I stay at home for 100 days, as long as you give me enough money, I will definitely not be bored. I will buy and buy every day, and I will just open the express delivery."

Miaoli agreed: "Well, I open the express delivery every day, not to mention a hundred days, even a year I will not be bored."

A woman's hobby is so unpretentious.

Lin Feng carried something and walked towards the second floor.

There is a huge study room on the second floor, but there are very few things in the study room, only a long table of pear wood and a few chairs.

The walls were empty, not a single painting or calligraphy.

Lin Feng came to the study, put things down, and took them out.

It was only then that everyone saw clearly that what was contained in it turned out to be the Four Treasures of the Study.

"The Four Treasures of the Study?"

"Where does Brother Lin still have such Yaxing?"

"It's really hard for a person to pass the time."

"It's still rich. If you don't have money, it must be more difficult."

"I also bought the Four Treasures of the Study, and after writing it for two days, it was thrown into the corner to eat ashes."

"I suddenly thought of the days when I was forced to practice calligraphy by my mother when I was a child...desperate."

"I'm especially envious of good-looking writing."

"What's there to envy, I was forced to practice calligraphy by my grandfather since I was a child, and now I feel sick when I see a brush."

Zhang Kai smiled and said, "It turned out to be the four treasures of the study. Lin Feng really knows how to spend time."

At this time, Lin Feng had put all the four treasures of the study on the table.

The paperweight was pressed on the rice paper, and ink was poured into the inkstone.

These are bought at regular stationery stores, no ink sticks, just ink.

A person who loves calligraphy has extremely high requirements for the four treasures of the study.

But people at a higher level will automatically ignore these things.

Such as Lin Feng.

For Lin Feng, pen and ink are just a carrier. Too much pursuit of this material thing is not so pure.

"After I got this house, I didn't have much decoration. Such a big study doesn't even have a single calligraphy and painting. It's not very nice."

After saying this, he stood in front of the desk and closed his eyes slightly.

He was brewing emotions, and at this moment, copybooks kept appearing in front of him.

"Fast Snow and Clear Posts", "Mourning Posts", "Safety Posts"...

Soon, Lin Feng opened his eyes.

At this moment, everyone seemed to have an illusion.

Lin Feng on the screen has changed all over his body.

Has an indescribable aura.

Like a lonely guest walking in the snow, and like a hero standing on the bow looking at the river.

"Snapped!"

He patted his right hand lightly on the desk, and the wolf flew into the air, and grabbed it with his right hand.

I saw Lin Feng holding a pen and dipping in ink, so that every wolf centimeter absorbed the ink.

Then write directly.

...

Angrily rushing to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiaoyu took a break.

Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement.

Thirty fame and dust and dirt,

Eight thousand miles of cloud and moon.

...

He used cursive writing as his book, and his handwriting was wild and uninhibited.

When Lin Feng first dropped, everyone felt refreshed.

The words under the pen, stroke by stroke, are full of charm.

People have an illusion, as if at this moment, they are all in the world in this poem.

As Lin Feng continued to write, they could feel this momentum more and more clearly.

They are very unfamiliar with this poem written by Lin Feng and have never seen it before.

But under his master-level calligraphy, and under the double overlapping pressure of this highly praised "Man Jiang Hong" verse on earth, anyone can feel a feeling of "drinking ice for ten years, it is difficult to cool and warm blood".

Everyone was fascinated by the sight, and wrote with Lin Feng, and their faces showed excitement, anger, and sadness from time to time.

Reading Lin Feng's writing is simply a double enjoyment of spirituality and vision. It is immersive, intoxicating, and irresistible.

Seeing that he wrote "Don't wait for the young man to turn his head white and be sad", Lin Feng's right hand holding the pen suddenly lifted.

At the same time, grab the rice paper with your left hand and draw it to the left.

This piece of grass-covered rice paper flew out like a blade, floating in the air, and slowly fell to the table.

This poem is extremely long, written in cursive, and cannot be written on a single piece of rice paper.

Lin Feng took this opportunity to dip his pen in ink, and then continued to write.

At this moment, his whole person's emotions are integrated with this poem and the words in his pen.

This is the real master of calligraphy.

Every word written is a picture, and finally combined into a complete world.

When his pen fell again, there was a strong emotion in his chest, which had already accumulated to the peak.

This made his hand holding the pen stronger.

In the end, he couldn't help shouting loudly, and while shouting, he walked cursive on the paper.

"Jingkang is ashamed, it's still snowing!"

"The hatred of the ministers, when will it be extinguished!"

Every word, like a heavy hammer, hit everyone's heart fiercely, giving them a sense of grandeur that "the country is broken and the mountains and rivers are there".

"Driving a long car and breaking through the shortage of Helan Mountain."

"Ambition to eat Hulu meat, laugh at the thirsty Xiongnu blood."

"Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que!"

In the end, with the words "chaotianque", Lin Feng almost roared out.

When the last word settles.

"Snapped!"

With a sound, it was actually the pen in Lin Feng's hand, which was broken by him!

The broken pen destroys the last word, making this almost perfect calligraphy appear incomplete...  

For a moment, this spirit and energy persisted.

The rice paper on the table seems to have life, as if a magnificent epic is being presented!

Everyone was infected by this emotion and was silent for a long time.

Some people even had wet eyes and wept silently.

Lin Feng took the broken pen away, grabbed the rice paper, and shook it lightly.

Pick up the first piece of paper and lay it flat on the table.

Zhang Kai and the others had tears in their eyes, until Lin Feng picked up the rice paper, they woke up from the momentum created by this line of calligraphy.

"Good poem, very well written."

"Who wrote this poem? It's the first time I've heard of such a good poem."

"I don't know how to write, but I think this one he wrote is the best I've ever seen."

Zhang Kai and several people gave very high evaluations.

Although it is from the perspective of a layman, whether it is calligraphy or something else, it is written for people to see.

Just like making a movie.

If a movie is made and the audience needs to hold the manual to understand it, then it is not the audience's fault, but the director's problem.

Similarly, if a piece of calligraphy cannot be appreciated by ordinary people, then it must not be everyone's fault, but the so-called calligraphy has been raised to a height that should not be reached.

Real calligraphy, like Lin Feng, can be viewed from a distance, empathetic, and feel the charm contained in it!

I can feel the spirit and spirit of this calligraphy more empathetically!

"I...I cried, why is this?"

"Me too, this poem is really powerful, but I can see the sadness."

"I am a master, but I have never read this poem. Can anyone tell me, what kind of poem is this?"

"I haven't seen it, I even checked it out, but I can't find it online."

At this time, Lin Feng's mood gradually stabilized.

He glanced at the broken pen, and secretly said that the cheap is really not good.

Then, with a stylus, dipped in ink, he wrote the name of the poem on the paper.

"Full River Red"!

...

...

Jinling has been a gathering place for young talents from the south of the Yangtze River since ancient times.

It has a strong ancient style and is known as the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties.

There are countless literati and poets.

At this moment, on the Qinhuai River in the Confucius Temple, on a small boat, several white-haired old people are sitting in the boat.

"I recently received a good thing in Chaotian Palace," said an old man in his fifties.

Immediately attracted the curiosity of several other people: "What good thing?"

"Okay, don't give a shit, tell me, whose work is it?"

The old man said, "Tang Cheng!"

"Huh, everyone's works of Tang? Come on, show them to me."

"Lao Ye, don't talk about our relationship, let me see it for half a month."

"Beautiful you." Lao Ye waved his hand and said, "Don't even think about it. When I found this painting, it was already damaged a lot. I sent it to someone to repair it. When it is repaired, if you want to see it, come to my house. But if anyone dares to rob me, don't blame me for not reminding me, there are several kitchen knives in my house."

At this time, Lao Ye's cell phone rang: "Yo, Dean Tao called me."

"Hey, Lao Tao... eh? A good word? Okay, you can send it to me, and I'll take a look."

After hanging up, Lao Ye turned on the phone.

Although people in their fifties, they are quite familiar with mobile Internet access.

"What did Lao Tao say?"

"Have you found something good, why did you send it to you instead of showing it to us?"

"Stop arguing." Lao Ye said, "Lao Tao said that there was a young man of 3.6 who wrote a good character, and it is said that he wrote a poem."

"What poem?"

"Which boy? Whose son is he? Lao Ye, I advise you, don't take this job, none of these sons are really willing to learn."

Old Ye said: "It's not the son, but I don't know if he wrote the poem by himself... Hey, it's open, come here, you all have a look."

He put the phone down, and the four people on board stared at the screen.

This video was recorded from when Lin Feng laid down the Four Treasures of the House.

"The guy is quite handsome."

"Hey, looks a little familiar."

"you recognize?"

"I can't remember for a while."

At this time, Lin Feng picked up the pen.

As soon as they picked up the pen, the eyes of the four suddenly lit up.

"This is……"

"This spirit is rare!"

The four of them are calligraphy masters.

Whether Lin Feng had it or not, they immediately judged after getting started.

This kid probably has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child.

There is a pen in his hand, as if this square inch is his world, and he can write everything!

This state of mind is really rare.

"Angry to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiaoyu rests..."

Almost instantly, they were replaced by Lin Feng into the world of his pen.

I couldn't help but read it out.

And when the phrase "Thirty fame and dust and soil, eight thousand miles of road, cloud and moon" were read out, the four of them got goose bumps all over their bodies.

When the last word falls, the pen breaks and the poem is completed.

The four of them couldn't help but stood up from the boat and shouted loudly.

"Good word!"

"Nice poem!"

"pretty!"

"This word has become a faction!"

"Good, good, good!"

Old Ye praised loudly: "Talent is in the body, poetry can kill the enemy, words can destroy the army, and articles can make the world safe!"

"This sum alone is enough to make a name for itself in the prosperous world!"

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[Two shifts, 14,000 words, ask for monthly ticket, ask for evaluation ticket, ask for flowers].