Gou Zai Xian Qin Lian Gui Cultivation Immortal

Chapter 32
What should I do if I am urged to update online by a big boss?urgent!urgent!urgent!
The plots of similar novels that he had read in his previous life flashed across Jiang Gan's mind, and he trembled all over.

I still remember that there was a guy who traveled to the world of Journey to the West, engaged in a big entertainment industry, and later filmed a TV series of Immortal Sword.

In the finale, because Zhao Ling'er died, it caused public outrage.

The Jade Emperor dropped the teacup, the Empress Nuwa threw the incense burner, and Lu Dongbing threw the inkstone, which made the guy run wild.

Not only that, but all the gods in the heavens have lost things, such as broken shoes, stone lions, tables, chairs, etc., all over the sky, making them impossible to hide.

Thinking of this, Jiang Gan secretly regretted that he shouldn't have chosen the path of a novelist in the first place!
He even forgot that in this kind of practice world, if the storyline is not satisfactory to the readers, they are likely to be hacked to death by the readers.

Thinking about Tianlongzhong, Xiao Feng killed A'Zhu by mistake, and the regret of "stuffing cattle and sheep with empty promises", cold sweat dripped down Jiang Gan's forehead.

No matter what, don't let others know that he is Zhu Xiayouzi, the creator of Tianlong.

With his small body, he can't bear the anger of the big reader!

"Uncle, this Tianlong book was not written by the younger generation. Its creator is Zhu Xiayouzi, the successor of contemporary novelists."

"As for this volume of books, this junior got it at the Inner Sect Trading Conference."

"If uncle doesn't believe it, this junior can swear to God!"

Jiang Qianzheng explained in trepidation, madly disregarding the relationship between himself and Zhu Xia Youzi.

Seeing Jiang Qian's frightened appearance, Yang Wudi was also a little embarrassed.

You know, Jiang Gan is his son's friend, and he has a bad reputation for persecuting juniors.

"You don't need to be like this, do you know those wanderers from Xia?"

Yang Wudi's voice couldn't help being a little gentle, he couldn't frighten the child.

"The junior has only met him once, and doesn't know his true identity!"

Jiang Gan quickly replied.

"Oh, I see."

Yang Wudi's voice sounded again, he paused, and continued, "This inner sect competition is a great opportunity. The higher the ranking, the greater the benefits you can get, work hard!"

Yang Wudi was a little disappointed that he couldn't find Tianlong's creator, so he arrested Xuan Yi and taught him a hard lesson.

After all, although Tianlong Chapter 1 is wonderful, it is not enough to make people want to stop.

When Xiao Feng came on stage, after the battle of Juxianzhuang, the real climax was reached, which made people worry about it.

Besides, Jiang Gan, after dealing with Yang Wudi, lay limp on the ground, the ground was wet with sweat.

Even if he didn't really face Yang Wudi, Jiang Gan's nerves were still tense all the time due to the strong sense of oppression.

The feeling that life is not under one's control is really uncomfortable!

However, practice is a step-by-step matter, and it needs to be accumulated step by step and accumulated over time.

Those shortcuts to reach the sky in one step have already secretly marked the price, and they need to pay a huge price in exchange.

In the end, Jiang Gan once again set his mind on the novelist's inheritance. As long as he accumulates enough willpower, he can summon the characters in the book to possess him, temporarily possessing the combat power of the third rank.

Thinking of this, Jiang Gan doesn't care about the hidden dangers in the future, so he can't give up eating because of choking!

"Well, to continue my great business of copying books, to summon Xiao Feng in his peak period, and even the sweeping monk as soon as possible, strength is the last word."

He opened the defense formation of the cave, and took out the Qianyuan palace lantern as the eye of the formation, completely sealing the entire cave.

After doing all this, Jiang Gan took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then began to immerse himself in the code words.

"I have set a small goal. From today on, I will work without sleep and restless, code words like crazy, and update [-] chapters every day."

"Before the Inner Sect Grand Competition, you must complete the creation of Tianlong and harvest a wave of leeks."

"Even if God comes in person, it can't stop my great cause of code writing, I said it!"

A day later, Jiang Gan looked at the two stacks of manuscripts in front of him, feeling a sense of frustration in his heart.

For him, the past twelve hours were simply suffering.

He turned into a high-intensity coding machine, and only exploded twelve chapters, with more than 36 words.

Well, compared to his small goal of bursting 24 chapters a day, he is still eight chapters short, with more than [-] words.

This kind of high-intensity codeword has also reached an extremely terrifying level of consumption of Jiang Gan's energy and energy.

You must know that the creation of a novelist is not simply writing, but pouring his own spirit into every word.

Every word must have mana flow and be able to resonate with the Dayan God Talisman.

Only in this way can it be recognized by the world, collect the will power of all beings, and evolve the book world.

Theoretically, with Jiang Gan's hand speed, it is not difficult to write a million words in an hour.

But in fact, his limit speed is [-] words per hour.

If it exceeds this speed, the words do not contain his spirit, cannot resonate with the Dayan God Talisman, and are useless words.

If it weren't for the continuous replenishment and consumption of Qianyuan palace lanterns, Jiang Gan would have been exhausted and passed out.

Even so, he was still pale, with dull eyes, thick dark circles, and an over-indulgent appearance.

"At this speed, it is almost impossible to complete Tianlong's creation before the Inner Sect Grand Competition!"

"If you can directly imprint the text on the paper with spiritual thoughts like the jade slips, the speed of the code..."

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through Jiang Gan's mind, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch a smile.

Why do you have to use a hand-held brush to write, and directly manipulate the brush to write with spiritual thoughts, isn't it delicious?
It is not difficult for Jiang Gan to manipulate the brush to write with his mind.

The real difficulty is how to make the written words contain Jiang Gan's energy and spirit, so that the words can resonate with the Dayan Talisman?

Through repeated attempts, Jiang Gan overcame all kinds of difficulties, and was finally able to use his spiritual thoughts to manipulate the brush to write effective characters.

Under the control of divine thoughts, grinding, ink absorption, writing, and paper changing are completely automated, and the Langhao pen is like a phantom, and the words appear on the paper one by one.

As time went by, Jiang Gan became more and more proficient at writing with divine thoughts, his manipulation of spiritual thoughts became more and more refined, and his writing speed became faster and faster.

From [-] words in the first hour, to [-] words, [-] words, [-] words...

In the end, it reached a terrifying speed of [-] words per hour.

If it wasn't for Jiang Gan's divine sense that couldn't support this terrifying consumption, this speed could continue to increase.

Another day passed in a blink of an eye, and Jiang Gan had already written all the subsequent chapters of Tianlong.

Tianlong has a total of fifty chapters, minus the thirteen chapters written two days ago, there are still 37 chapters, more than 110 million words.

In other words, he crazily changed more than 110 million words in one day, which is simply a ruthless coding machine.

Of course, the price is Jiang Gan's mana, as well as the almost exhaustion of Qi, blood and divine power, the extreme sluggishness, the splitting headache, and the need for a good rest.

After binding the manuscripts on the desk into volumes, Jiang Gan put all 49 books into the storage bag, and just took a rest and regained his energy.

(End of this chapter)