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Chapter 1086 Liu Xu, the God of Story

There is a proverb in Wagel Village that has been around for who knows how many years, "One straw can be easily torn apart, but if 10 straws are put together, even the strongest farmer cannot separate them."

The old people in Wagel Village often use this sentence to educate their descendants and tell them that they must unite. As for these young descendants, the biggest recognition of this sentence is that they will definitely find 10 straws and try to tear them all apart.

But reality is often the best way to teach people how to behave. Very few children can break 10 straws. The adjective "few" is used because once a child actually broke 10 straws. The child's success even alarmed the Lord Knight, and soon he was accepted by the noble Lord Knight as a knight's squire, and after a few years, he became the Lord Knight's squire knight.

According to the law of the principality, if a retinue knight can kill more than five retinue knights on the battlefield, he can become a real knight, own his own territory and small castle, and become the lowest noble in the empire. What a blessing.

But his good luck seemed to end there. After the knight knight went to the battlefield, he died under the sword of the knight knight of the enemy country before he could kill the opponent's knight knight, and became a meritorious deed.

I wonder if the opponent who killed him has now become a true knight.

As a result, Wagel Village's only chance for a peaceful rise was lost in the waves of history.

Now, there were 10 straws placed in front of the boy. He stared at them for a long time, took a deep breath, grabbed both ends of the straws, and then started tearing them apart with all his strength.

At first, the straw did not move at all, but as the boy continued to clumsily mobilize all his strength, the internal fibers of the straw began to change and break. As the first straw cracked, the next nine straws were gone. The supporting force was completely torn off almost at the same time.

Although the boy fell heavily to the ground due to the inertia of his strength, he looked a little embarrassed, with a silly smile on his face.

He did it, and he became the second child in the whole village who could break 2 straws. He understood that in the future, people in the entire Wagel Village would remember his name, just like they remembered the knight knight hundreds of years ago. Same.

The boy's name is: Pushkin.

"No, I used almost all my strength and took nearly a hundred breaths to tear off the 10 straws. According to legend, the knight knight a hundred years ago used a few breaths to tear the straws apart. Torn off."

"This shows that my strength is still inferior to his, and even with his strength, he died on the battlefield in the end. If I just become a knight's attendant, I'm afraid I will have the same fate!"

"I want to complete the mission! I want to get more power from the ring!" Pushkin tightly grasped the ring in his hand, and as if sensing the young man's thoughts, the sound of the ring rang out "Publish a new The mission is to spread the story "The Daughter of the Sea" created by Liu Xu, the great god of stories, in the world, and let at least 100 people remember this story. Mission reward: Physical attribute +2."

"The content of the story is as follows: Liu Xu, the great god of stories, told his people such a story. On the mysterious seabed... it turned into bubbles and disappeared, and the story ended." "The new mission is so simple!" See Pushkin smiled crookedly at the newly released task of the ring. Indeed, compared with going to the cemetery to steal tombstones, telling others stories is much easier.

But soon, Pushkin discovered that he had made a mistake. Compared with stealing tombstones in the cemetery, the difficulty of this task was simply outrageous.

After all, if you go to the cemetery to steal a tombstone, as long as you are brave enough, it is just a matter of putting your hand on the tombstone. But if you want to tell a story to others, you must first recite the entire story word for word, which makes Pushkin feel very painful.

Of course, for Pushkin, who was naturally smart, this was just a waste of time. The real pain came later, that is, how to tell this story to others and work hard to get them to retell it.

At first Pushkin planned to tell the children around him, but as a result, these children were unwilling to listen to Pushkin, so they simply ignored Pushkin. After unsuccessfully trying to find three children in a row, the angry Pushkin kicked one of them in pieces. A small tree finally made the child in front of him sit down obediently and listen to him finish telling the story of the Daughter of the Sea. Then at Pushkin's request, it took him several hours to retell the story.

"Mission completion: 1 person."

Hearing the progress prompt in his ear, Pushkin breathed a sigh of relief, and then stared at the next child.

In the next three days, dozens of small trees in the village were brutally murdered, but almost all the children successfully remembered the story of the daughter of the sea, but the next progress bar made Pushkin uncomfortable again.

He can scare children, but he doesn't have the guts to scare adults, but there are only a few dozen children in the village. He can only gain completion by telling stories to other adult villagers, but how should he keep busy? What about adults who listen to themselves tell stories?

Pushkin had a headache over this. When he was wondering whether to break a big tree to scare adults, Pushkin's ears suddenly and continuously sounded reminders. In one day, more than a dozen people remembered the name of the daughter of the sea. This is a story that Pushkin clearly did not tell anyone on this day.

The same happened in the next few days. Just when Pushkin was wondering if there was something wrong with the ring, he passed by the window of the widow's house next door at night and suddenly heard that in the widow's house, her children were telling the story of the daughter of the sea, and the widow While listening, he smiled and said that the story was really nice and that his son was so smart. He had actually changed from a child who listened to stories to a child who would tell stories to himself.

It was only at this moment that Pushkin understood that it was not the ring that was malfunctioning, but the story itself that would spread. It would pass through the mouths of one person after another and reach the ears of others.

After all, in this world lacking in culture, an interesting story can indeed spread throughout the world and become spiritual food for every mentally poor human being.

A week later, without Pushkin making any effort, the novice task was completed, 100 readers were born, and Pushkin also successfully gained 2 points of physical fitness, making his body twitch like crazy again.

(End of this chapter)