"I was born in a remote mountain village in the south of the Federation. Transportation was inconvenient and there were no decent industries. The economy was very backward. Most of the adults in the village went to work in the big cities to earn money, leaving only the elderly and children. "
"My teacher was the only village teacher in the village. She was a gray-haired old lady who was over a hundred years old."
"Ever since I was young, I knew that my teacher was a person with remarkable abilities. She could talk to many small animals in the forest and make watermelons grow faster in the winter. She could light up a bonfire with a point of her finger and bring us kids to eat watermelons with the fire."
"If the villagers had any headaches or fevers, they would let my teacher take a look. My teacher was always quick and efficient in treating them."
"Under my teacher's guidance, we kids in the mountain learned that there was such a vast world outside. There was also such a mystical magical equipment and cultivation world. My teacher would often hold our hands and lead us to dream one after another. She would let us see one bizarre big city after another. She would let us see many people and eat many, many good things."
"A long, long time later, I learned that it was not a dream but a novel world created by my teacher. My teacher was a cultivator and an Illusionist."
"But at that time, she was already dead."
"When I was 15 years old, there was a heavy downpour in my hometown. It rained for ten days and ten nights, soaking the entire mountain behind the small mountain village. Finally, in the middle of the night, it caused a landslide and brought about a terrifying mudslide."
"At that time, my teacher was helping a villager deliver a baby. In the middle of the night, she walked under the mountain and was the first to discover the mudslide."
"The rolling rocks mixed with the flood poured down. There was simply no time to tell everyone to escape."
"So, my teacher burned her life and overdrafted her spiritual energy. She formed an incomparably strong spiritual energy shield and forcibly blocked the mudslide outside the small mountain village. "
"Everyone escaped safely, but my teacher was swallowed by the mudslide. Her body was only found ten days later. It was peaceful and benevolent as if she was sleeping."
"From then on, I was determined to become a person like my teacher. I followed in teacher's footsteps and entered the Sky Fantasia Academy to become a cultivator. I even became an illusionist who could use words to create a world at will. After I graduated, I applied to participate in the Federation's' Education Volunteer Program for Poverty-Stricken Areas'. I was prepared to go to a small mountain village in the Wasteland to become a village teacher and walk on the same path as teacher. "
"Right at that moment, I was attacked by a beast tide."
"To be honest. I have ten thousand reasons not to stand up, just like my teacher back then also had ten thousand reasons not to block the mudslide. "
"But she stood up, and she didn't need any reason. So I stood up, and I didn't need any reason either. I just needed a little impulse in my heart."
"I didn't expect to end up like this. I've had countless dreams, but none of them involved me becoming a 'ghost cultivator' at such a young age. How is it possible that I don't regret it? "
"But there's always something. Even if you know you'll regret it, you still have to do it. Because if you don't do it, you'll regret it even more, regret it for the rest of your life. "
The little green bird chirped. Unknowingly, the two of them flew out of the clouds and wandered in the blue sky. Below them were magnificent mountains and rivers. The golden sunlight sprinkled on their bodies, plastering them with a layer of brilliant silhouette.
The little green bird said somewhat embarrassedly:
"I'm sorry, Student Li Yao. I just became a ghost cultivator. My mind is in a mess, and I don't know who to talk to. I also don't know how to explain it to my parents — they don't know anything! "
"After thinking about it, it was you who saved me. Moreover, I heard that in order to protect us, you even offended a very powerful person — I thought that you would listen to my nagging, so I recklessly came to find you. I'm really sorry for wasting so much of your time."
"No, no, no, it's not a waste. Your voice is very pleasant to hear, and this world is also very beautiful. The 《Blue Bird》 is a very wonderful novel!"
Li Yao said very sincerely.
"Really? You really like this world?" The little green bird said in surprise and joy.
Li Yao flapped his wings and sprinted towards the sun with all his might. After a moment, he retracted his wings and freely glided towards the mountains and rivers.
He squinted his eyes and carefully savored the subtle touch of every wisp of wind that slid across his wings.
"It's true. This world is very beautiful, and I like it very much. I hope that I can often enter the world of the 《Blue Bird》 and freely soar together with you. We can watch the long river and the setting sun, and the sweeping clouds."
As soon as these words left his mouth, Li Yao suddenly felt a throbbing in the depths of his soul. It seemed that he had a subtle connection with the world of the 《Blue Bird》.
And the world of the 《Blue Bird》 also became clearer and more moving, and the changes in the clouds became richer.
Wei Qingqing's eyes lit up as she murmured: "Student Li Yao, you have become the first reader of the 《Blue Bird》!"
"Reader?" Li Yao was surprised.
These two words clearly had a deeper meaning beyond the literal meaning.
Wei Qingqing nodded her head:
"That's right. The cultivation method of us Illusionists is different from that of ordinary cultivators. For you ordinary cultivators, the main cultivation method is to devour and use spiritual energy."
"But for us Illusionists, we need to create one work after another. We need to use our works to move people, so that the readers will have a wonderful spiritual connection with us, and a spiritual resonance will occur. In this resonance, we will continuously increase our strength."
"The more readers we have, the deeper the feelings we have, and the stronger the resonance will be. Only then will our strength become stronger and stronger."
"My other two works are best-selling novels of the youth genre. They have a lot of loyal readers. The spiritual resonance they bring is the source of my strength."
"And this 《Blue Bird》 is a pure literary work. Not many people like to read it. You are the first 'reader' who has resonated with me. It is because of you that the world of the 《Blue Bird》 has become clearer, more harmonious, and more complete than before."
"It is my fortune to have a reader like you. After I have a new insight and write a new chapter of the 《Blue Bird》, I will definitely invite you to enter the world of the 《Blue Bird》 again. Let's explore the infinitely wonderful world of the clouds together, student Li Yao!"
Just like all the young female writers, Wei Qingqing was very happy that her work was loved by others. She completely forgot the fact that she had just died. Flapping her delicate wings, she danced around Li Yao.
Li Yao's old face turned red. He didn't expect that a crude person like him, who only knew how to repair, would resonate with a pure literary work.
After thinking about it, he had another question:
"Little Qing, if we talk about readers reading. The more resonances they evoke, the stronger the strength of the Illusionist. Doesn't that mean that the Illusionist who writes the best-selling books has an advantage? Because the number of readers of the best-selling books is definitely hundreds and thousands of times more than pure literature. "
"Theoretically speaking, that's right." The little Blue Bird nodded.
"Then why do you still want to work so hard and write a pure literature like the 《Blue Bird》? Pure literature is hard to write, and no one reads it. You can neither make money nor increase your strength. If you have time to write a few more best-selling books, wouldn't that be good? "
Wei Qingqing slightly smiled and looked at the faraway fairyland in the clouds: "Because … I like it!"
… …
After the little Blue Bird flew away, Li Yao pondered about this young female writer who was only a few years older than him. The more he pondered, the more he felt that it was interesting.
He started the crystal processor and searched for "Green Orange".
This was Wei Qingqing's pen name.
The crystal processor slightly shook and quickly searched for two works.
Just as Wei Qingqing said, the two youth novels she published were very popular and had a lot of readers. The number of hits on the Spiritual Net was also very high.
The first novel was called 《The Young Sect Leader Fell in Love with Me》. On the cover was a handsome, confident, sunny and handsome youth. Affectionately gazing outside of the hologram.
Li Yao shivered and braced himself to turn to the introduction.
This story was about a sect leader of a large sect who had an accident during cultivation. Unfortunately, he suffered from Qigong Deviation and became a vegetable. His only son, who was 17 years old, had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of inheriting the sect.
The female lead was an ordinary person who took advantage of the summer vacation to work in a subsidiary company of the sect. Because of a coincidence, the young sect leader was treated as a worker like her. The two people slowly became familiar with each other.
The young sect leader was young and his cultivation base was shallow. Naturally, there were many forces in the sect who were dissatisfied with him. Usually, there were too many schemes and schemes. His heart was unbearably depressed. It was rare to find such a pure girl who didn't know his identity. Naturally, he became close to her and gradually fell in love with her.
After that, naturally, there was a lot of love and hate entanglements. There was also a plot where an elder of a rival sect used a flying sword to plot against the young sect leader, but was discovered by the female lead and blocked the sword for the young sect leader.
Although Li Yao couldn't figure out how an ordinary person could discover a flying sword shot by a cultivator, and even if she did, how could she react in time — — but these were all details and didn't matter.
Anyway, in the end, the young sect leader and the female lead broke through many obstacles and the lovers finally got married.
At this time, the young sect leader's father, the old sect leader who had suffered Qigong Deviation and became a vegetable, suddenly woke up. He firmly opposed his son marrying an ordinary person.
And the heiress of a large sect who claimed to be the young sect leader's fiancée also appeared in front of the female lead …
The story came to an abrupt end. If you want to know how the story would develop, you have to wait for the sequel to be published.
"Uh …"
Li Yao glanced at it a few times and gave up the idea of carefully studying it. He dragged the hologram down and looked at the second book.
The second novel was called "The Overbearing Sect Leader Fell in Love with Me". The plot was similar to the first book, the only difference was …
The "me" in "Fell in Love with Me" was a boy.
Of course, the "Overbearing Sect Leader" was also a very tall, cold, and strong strong man.
"Too scary!"
Li Yao closed the webpage like lightning. He rubbed his eyes hard and tears flowed out.
He gave up the idea of further spiritual communication with Wei Qingqing.
At least, he would rather die than enter the fantasy world of these two novels.
"Let's talk more about literature, classmate Little Qing." Li Yao said in his heart.
At this time, there came a wave of whistling sound from above.
At first, Li Yao didn't pay attention to it. There were military camps all around, so it was normal for there to be some military armed shuttles flying around.
But soon, he realized that something was wrong — — the whistling sound stayed above the medical tent, and the sound was getting more and more violent, more and more arrogant.
It was as if there were dozens of military armed shuttles circling around the medical tent!
The corner of Li Yao's eyes twitched. He carried the Black Wing Sword and the Dark Star Rock on his back, stretched his body, and kept himself in the best state for battle. He rushed out of the medical tent in two steps.
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