Writing A Book and Becoming A God: The Start is Broken, Driving 100,000 Cultivators Crazy to Chase a

Chapter 1054 Tombstone

"Just here." Ye Xuan muttered to himself.

With a slight kick of the toes, the turf was uncovered like a tape, and the soil splashed, wrapped in Ye Xuan's spiritual power, and piled up into a one-person-high mound.

A shallow pit with a height of half a person and a width of two people appeared. The golden light on Ye Xuan's hand was dimly revealed, and the two headless corpses fell into the pit.

The blood that has not been drained penetrated deep into the soft soil, the insects in the land wantonly sucked this wonderful gift, and all kinds of insects that were sucking human blood and flying from the sky and running on the ground attacked the two corpses one after another.

However, Ye Xuan no longer cared about the carnival of the bug, and directed the mound with spiritual power, covering up Li Qingtian and Li Baotian's body.

Ye Xuan looked at the rotten and fragile shrub under the fruit tree.

"We still have to erect a monument..." Ye Xuan thought to himself

Ye Xuan pointed towards the bush with a grasping gesture, and the bush obediently flew to Ye Xuan's hand, and was carved into a long wooden board in 03 Ye Xuan's hand. Ye Xuan thought for a while, then used the index finger of his right hand as a knife, and wrote: "The Tombs of Brother Li Baotian and Brother Li Qingtian"

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Putting it on the top of the slightly raised mound, Ye Xuan closed his eyes and let the breeze blow over his body, making his short hair messy and making the reed thorns. He opened it abruptly and muttered:

"One more thing."

A blank piece of paper appeared in front of his chest and wrote:

"Sun Buyan, the city owner of Yucheng, and Li Baotian and Li Qingtian have done a lot of evil in the area of ​​Yucheng. After my investigation, the evidence is conclusive, and they will all be killed. - Emperor of Heaven"

After Ye Xuan finished writing, the white paper folded into a thousand paper cranes. Fly to the Palace of China.

Ye Xuan returned to the front of Bailu Academy, the street was empty, looking at the wreckage of the battle, Ye Xuan couldn't help sighing, every time he felt that there was always something new to do after the end. With a wave of one sleeve, all the blood on the street disappeared, the sand and gravel debris rolled on their own and returned to their original place.

Stepping into the academy, opening the door, and seeing Yu Yang and the students in the academy.

Ye Xuan walked in slowly, and Yu Yang shouted: "Next, we have Mr. Ye Xuan teach us!

"Clap clap clap clap"

"clap clap"

There was thunderous applause from the audience.

Ye Xuan felt inexplicable, this matter has never been discussed. Seeing Yu Yang walking off the stage, Ye Xuan found a spot and sat down. Staring at Ye Xuan closely, like a serious student. Ye Xuan cast an anxious look at Yu Yang, Yu Yang raised his brows expressionlessly.

Now that I have to talk about it, Ye Xuan felt helpless and pressured, so he took the risk and walked up, thinking in his mind:

"What shall be said?"

This is not an easy lesson, but the last lesson for these students. If he talks about some trivial knowledge, let alone the students, Ye Xuan himself will not accept it.

Ye Xuan was caught in a tangle, and suddenly he had a brilliant light, saying:

"I want to tell you about writing skills."9

Everyone was puzzled.

"Writing Skills?"

"Isn't writing too far for me..."

"I just learned to read..."

Facing the crowd in the audience, Ye Xuan was not as flustered as before, saying:

"Learning writing skills doesn't necessarily mean writing a novel right away.

Yu Yang asked half serious questions and half ridicule at the bottom of the stage. "Why do you need to learn writing skills if you don't write novels?"

Ye Xuan snapped his fingers, and snapped his fingers back to Yu Yang: "This classmate asked a good question! Learning writing skills is not just for writing novels, he can help us to understand the content of novels faster and more deeply. ,Let's look at the content of the novel with the eyes of the creator. We will get a new experience.""

The students in the audience, including Yu Yang, nodded thoughtfully and agreed with Ye Xuan's words.

Ye Xuan covered his mouth with one hand and coughed. He solemnly said: "What I will say next, it is no exaggeration to say that it will also benefit you for life, I hope you will listen carefully and take notes.

Those peasants and laborers are honest people with their duties, Ye Xuan said, they are naturally sitting with their pen and paper ready, ready to take notes at any time.

In the audience, Yu Yang also straightened his chest. He can say that someone who can speak 520 pinyin so solemnly talks about his writing skills. Still easy, no need to take notes.

Ye Xuan waited until he saw that everyone in the audience was fully prepared, cleared his throat, and said in a loud voice: "First of all, if you want to talk about writing, you must first talk about the six elements of a novel, time, place, and characters. , cause, process, result. These six elements constitute the novel. Let's take "Tianlong" as an example...

The students in the audience didn't feel anything wrong, they just kept their heads down and took notes. There was nothing special about what Ye Xuan said. After all, they were just literate, so they couldn't have much reading experience to understand the importance of Ye Xuan's words. They only knew that Teacher Ye asked them to take it down seriously, and they took it down seriously.

On the other hand, Yu Yang is different. He is so old and has a lot of experience in reading novels. He deeply understands the importance of Ye Xuan's content. No one has been able to summarize the elements of the novel so systematically and accurately before.