Writing a book can become a god

Chapter 5 Writer Level (recommendation ticket and collection requested)

When the tiger, snake, and human writers were noisy, a large number of writers from the whales, eagles, and bears were also excited.

But at this time, the instigator was resting quietly.

Mu Bai felt like he had a sweet dream, he found that he had really become a writer certified by Dao.com, and he relied on a novel that only wrote a dozen chapters.

"This dream is so real, I hope it will come true."

He dreamed a few words in a daze, turned over, and the snoring became louder.

From this moment, Mu Bai fell asleep until the next morning, and what woke him up was not his parents, but his own belly.

goooo~
"It seems that writing a book is not just about bursting the liver."

"Otherwise, why would you be so hungry?"

Shaking his head, Mu Bai propped his arms up and stood up, feeling tired all over, as if he had not stopped exercising for several days.

Looking in the mirror, although the person in the mirror is still handsome and tender, but this is too tender.

Not only did his face turn pale, but even his lips lost all color and turned white.

"The mental power is consumed too much."

Suppressing the discomfort, Mu Bai brushed his teeth and washed his face as quickly as possible, and then walked out of his room.

"Xiaobai, you... what's wrong with you?"

Mu's mother was the first to notice Mu Bai's state, her eyes were filled with worry.

"Mom, I'm fine. Maybe it's because the number of chapters in the novel was too much last night, and the mental energy was exhausted. Just eat something and take a rest."

Mu Bai shook his head and replied, then picked up a bowl of porridge and drank it directly.

The porridge was lukewarm, but it was lukewarm. It was prepared by Mu Ma.

"Xiaobai, although we really hope that you can become a certified writer, you can't work too hard, just keep an appropriate amount of updates."

Father Mu was not too worried. When he was young, he also hoped to become a writer, knowing that this was an external manifestation of the exhaustion of mental energy in writing a book.

"Dad, it's okay. I'm still young, I can handle it, and I have a chance to write more. Otherwise, it's probably hopeless to become a certified writer or get a recommended position."

Mu Bai grinned.

Quality is one thing, update volume is another.

Although in theory, a real divine book has many people chasing after it even if it is updated every three days, but what if it is a comparison of two divine books?
One book is changed every three days, and one book is changed three times a day. Anyone will choose three changes a day.

"You can handle it yourself."

Father Mu didn't say anything more.

……

This breakfast finally ended with Mu Bai eating several large bowls of meat porridge.

This kind of appetite made parents and mothers a little bit worried, it was too much to eat.

However, Mu Bai only felt that he was [-]% full after eating, and he didn't feel full at all.

"It seems that writing a book still requires a rich family background."

"I don't know how the performance of "Little Li Fei Dao" will make me a certified writer. If not, it is estimated that it will be difficult for my family to support me to update like this."

Wiping his mouth after eating, this is the life of the young master. Unfortunately, although he is the eldest in the Mu family, he does not have the life of the young master.

"Xiaobai, hurry up and go to school. You have to study hard what the teacher teaches. If you can become a certified writer, there will be a writer's training class in the university."

Mu Ma tidied up Mu Bai's untied neckline, and said with a smile on her face.

It is the psychology of every parent to hope that their children will become dragons.

"Well, don't worry, mom, your son is a genius and he will definitely succeed."

Mu Bai smiled, and his mind was very open. Even if the hot novels on the earth cannot make him certified as a writer in this world, he is sure to get the recognition of Dao Network with his own brain.

It's just that the road ahead will be more difficult. The best thing is to be a reading party quietly like Gou Sheng and Zhao Lin, free and easy, and become a monk after comprehending novels written by others.

"It's good to have confidence. Let's go to school. Your dad and I are going out to do errands. I heard that another secret place outside the city has become a public area. I hope our team can get enough resources."

Mu's mother smiled, Mu's father didn't say anything, and neither did Mu Bai.

The land reclamation team, this is the material source for my parents to support me to become a writer.

With the strength of the fourth-level cultivator Mu Dad Mu Ma, there is no danger in going to this kind of open secret realm. The danger is those secret realms that have not yet fully become public areas.

After all, a completely open secret realm means that all the good things in it have been swept away, and most of the things left behind are tasteless things that are a pity to discard.

And opportunities are accompanied by risks, and the degree of danger in the location of not-so-good things is naturally greatly reduced.

"Dad, Mom, then be careful and be safe."

In the end, Mu Bai gave some serious instructions.

Although there is no danger in the secret realm, but the world is so big, there is not only one wasteland reclamation team, and not only human wasteland reclamation teams will participate in it, but also many other types have wasteland reclamation teams.

This is a method for those creatures who cannot become certified writers and have no background to improve their cultivation.

Let's open up wasteland, open up wasteland if there are no resources, and open up wasteland for everything.

Of course, when a new secret realm is born, there are the most wasteland reclamation teams, but it is also the most dangerous time.

The ranks of monks range from level one to level fifteen, corresponding to the five levels of writers.

Theoretically speaking, the real strength of a writer at the peak of the first level will not be lower than that of the third-level monk, and may even surpass the fourth-level monk.

However, this needs to be determined according to the worldview and power system of the world of the novel being written.

Moreover, the [-]-level system belongs to the initial level in the introduction of Dao.com, which is why a large group of writers have the confidence to hit the sixth level.

"Don't worry, you just do your own thing."

Mu Dad and Mu Mom waved their hands and drove Mu Bai out of the house.

.......
Not far from the door, Gou Sheng and Zhao Lin were waiting here.

"Xiaobai, why did you wake up so late today? Could it be that you read a novel last night? Is your mental strength too weak?"

Gou Sheng was a little curious. According to the past practice, Mu Bai was the first person to appear here.

In a word, only I wait for others, but no one waits for me.

This is also the reason why Gou Sheng and Zhao Lin admire Mu Bai very much. They wake up so early every day and have no worms to eat.

"Fortunately."

Mu Bai nodded without explaining anything.

Upload novels, be able to authenticate, and finally form a new world that descends into reality and becomes a secret realm. It is natural to talk about it at that time.

Only in that way can there be some chances of self-protection, as long as it is not the corresponding writer, as long as it is not shot by someone one or two levels above oneself, safety is safe.

"Xiaobai, do you really want to give up being a writer and concentrate on being a book reader?"

Zhao Lin was a little disappointed.

He knows his talent, and under Mu Bai's guidance, he feels that his writing skills have improved a lot, but it is still a bit far away to become a certified writer.

Therefore, he hopes that Mu Bai can continue to write books, after all, even a real salted fish trio needs a big salted fish.

"I'm not sure yet. Let's read the book first and see if we can understand anything useful. After all, we are not junior high school students. We must have some means of self-protection."

Mu Bai shook his head.

(End of this chapter)