I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 2 The world is too narrow for a genius
Zhang Zehan was ruthlessly kicked out of the small courtyard by Lin Qian, and after helping the younger sister to wash and dry the clothes, they went back to the backyard to have some snacks together, then let the younger sister cook, and sat in the living room of the dining room by himself Thinking hard about how to pass the mid-term assessment.

The backyard of the Lin family was also not big, with the living room and dining room to the north, the two rooms in the east wing belonged to him and his elder brother Lin Zhen, one room in the west wing was the bedroom of his younger sister Lin Xinyun, and the other was the kitchen.

Listening to his sister's movements in the kitchen, Lin Qian lost his mind unknowingly.

He felt that he was destined not to study, instead of continuing to waste money in the academy, he should leave early, find something to do, subsidize the family, hug the thigh of the martial arts genius brother Lin Zhen, perhaps much better than now.

"Second brother, what are you thinking?"

"Are you worrying about your homework?"

Lin Xinyun came in with a bowl of boiled wild vegetables, awakening Lin Qian who was absent-minded.

"Little sister, why don't I find some work too, so that you don't have to work so hard every day, and brother can concentrate on practicing martial arts..."

Lin Qian made up his mind. Although he is a dignified traveler, although he has no special skills, with his brains, he must be able to make a fortune in business. At worst, he will sell soap!

Well, he can't make soap...

Lin Xinyun smiled, "Could it be that the homework is too difficult?"

"Second brother can't give up, you forgot, you used to say that there will be times when the wind and the waves cleave, and you can hang your sails on the clouds to help the sea. I believe you can do it!"

"There will be times when the wind and the waves cleave, hang the clouds and sail straight to the sea?"

"That's right, you said you like the poet Taibai the most, and you often tell me the story of "Taibai Biography"."

Lin Xinyun's big watery eyes looked at Lin Qian, which were full of bright light.

"Legend of Taibai!"

A gleam flashed in Lin Qian's eyes, light is contagious!

That's right, he can't write poems and songs, but he suddenly got inspiration for biography.

In this world, because of the existence of talent, the talented exiled immortal Taibai has made rapid progress in Confucianism and Taoism. In the meantime, the worry of sheltering the world's poor and happy faces"...

But if Lin Qian wrote a biography of their experience on Blue Star, how would they feel?

What they think is not that important. What is important is that even in the world of Confucianism and Taoism, not everyone is a genius. There will always be people who feel that they are underappreciated, right?

Even most Confucians may be talented and have made great achievements in literature, but they do not have the ability to govern the country, so naturally they cannot be reused.

Therefore, such a biography has a high probability of being welcomed by those depressed literati and poets!

According to the rules of this world, as long as one can get the approval of the literati, one can attract talents from all over the world and practice Confucianism and Taoism...

Lin Qian's eyes brightened up!

He may not be able to read books, but he is still a little sure about attracting attention and deceiving people to like him.

For a moment, Lin Qian was full of thoughts, and ran to his room without thinking about anything else.

"Second brother, let's eat first!"

Lin Xinyun called from behind, but Lin Qian had already closed the door and sat at the desk.

The desk stands by the window, and behind it is a one-meter-wide bed. This is both a bedroom and a study.

Who should I write about?

Shixian Taibai?

Not good, Taibai is too immortal, not miserable enough.

Poet Saint Du Shaoling?
It's not good either, it's too poor, the sage won't be angry, right?
The names of literary giants flashed through Lin Qian's mind, and finally, a name stayed in his mind, poet ghost Li He, Li Changji!

It's not that other people's stories are not touching enough, but as a newcomer, if he wants to attract the attention of literati as quickly as possible, he naturally needs a more tortuous story.

And Li He is undoubtedly the most in line with the theme he wants to write. He just wants to use the stories of geniuses who are depressed and unsuccessful to arouse the approval of literati who have the same thoughts, and to gain talent.

The most important thing is that Li He is not a stingy person, and the big figures related to Li He mentioned in his article are not stingy people either. ,Very important!

After thinking about it, Lin Qian appeared in a small hut.

"Poet Ghost Li He: The world is too narrow to accommodate geniuses"

Entering the Palace of Literature, Lin Qian raised his hand to write the title on the case wall.

Lin Qian's Wen Palace at this time was still a broken thatched hut, less than twenty square meters. There was only a desk and a low chair in it. An empty bookshelf.

In front of the hut is a pond three feet square and one foot deep.

At this time, the pool was empty and there was nothing.

This is the pool of talent, if Lin Qian's article can attract recognition, talent will pour into the pool of talent.

When the talent pool is full of talent, Lin Qian can enter the talent pool to attract talent into his body, stepping into the ninth rank of Confucianism and Taoism.

[If there is no talent, what will happen in this world? 】

【...I don't know how high the blue sky is, and how thick the yellow earth is,
Only seeing the moon is cold and the sun is warm, come to fry life...]

[Daqian 816, Li He, who wrote this song "Bitter Days Short", died in Changgu at the age of 27. 】

After sorting out his thoughts, Lin Qian picked up his pen and began to write the text.

The beginning is a poem, and it raises suspense. Li He, the poet ghost, is alive and well, so why did he die forever?
[Who would have thought that this is the poem written by Li He who wrote "Dark clouds overwhelm the city and the city is about to be destroyed, and the light of the sun shines on the golden scales of the sun" at the age of 16. In just over ten years, he seems to have gone through a long period of a hundred years. Time...]

【So what happened in his short life? 】

[The story has to start from the year 790 of the Daqian...]

The faster Lin Qian wrote, the more he splashed the ink, and it was hearty. He hadn't felt so happy in a long time, as if there were countless words in his mind, and he couldn't spit them out quickly.

An hour later, Lin Qian stopped writing and stood in front of the desk wall, feeling a little unsatisfied.

There is the joy of directly expressing one's heart, the loss of the end of the article, and the regret of not being able to say anything...

But in the end, he still had a thought and submitted the manuscript.

goo goo...

He didn't feel hungry until his stomach began to protest.

Pushing open the door, it was completely dark, there was a faint shouting sound from the front yard, it should be the elder brother Lin Zhen practicing martial arts.

Lin Qian walked straight to the kitchen.

Sparks were faintly flickering in the earthen stove, steam was rising from the pot, and Lin Xinyun, who was dressed in sackcloth, was sitting by the stove and dozing off.

"Second brother, are you hungry?"

"The meal is still hot!"

The sound of Lin Qian entering the kitchen woke Lin Xinyun up. She didn't want to get up, and she smiled brightly again, lighting up the night.

Raising his hand to wipe the ashes from the girl's face, he secretly vowed in his heart that he must give her the best things in the world in the future!

After eating, I went back to my room and entered Wen Palace again, nothing changed.

This is what it should be. "Collected Works" will not release a new issue until the middle of the month, and there are still several days until the middle of the month. As for "Book Sea", if you want to stand out from the vast sea of ​​books and climb up the list, It requires a lot of recognition, and for an unknown guy like him, it is also not something that can be done in a short time.

Tonight is doomed to sleepless.

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