In the room, after practicing calligraphy for a while, Lin Qingping had a thought in his mind.
"System, sign in."
As soon as the thought in my mind came to an end, the system's reply immediately came out.
[Ding, the sign-in is successful. Congratulations to the host for getting twenty-year Changbai Mountain wild ginseng*1 and one hundred taels of gold. 】
"Huh? That's it?"
Looking at the system information in front of him, Lin Qingping was slightly startled.
Later, through questioning, Lin Qingping learned that daily sign-in was divided into two types: ordinary sign-in and lottery sign-in.
Ordinary sign-in is just like now. What you get from the system is relatively ordinary and the value is not that high.
It would be better if it was a lottery sign-in.
Maybe you can draw something more useful, such as the hot spring that Lin Qingping drew yesterday.
After understanding this, Lin Qingping curled his lips and suddenly gave up the idea of signing in on time every day.
After all, Lin Qingping has no shortage of money for the time being.
There's no point in coming.
It’s better to accumulate the number of check-ins and see if you can get anything good.
.........
The next day and the following time, under the influence of Lin Qingping, the lives of several people were not very regular.
We played chess, talked about the piano, and sang every day, and then went to the hot springs and drank some wine in the evening.
That day, there was nothing that could be described as moist.
In the following period, Lin Qingping also discovered a problem.
That is daily check-in, which may not produce good things.
next day
Noon.
After dinner, looking at the sky covered with dark clouds, Lin Qingping and Huang Rong in the yard sighed.
"What should I do? There is no sun today!"
Not to mention the two of them, even Yao Yue on the side was slightly dissatisfied with the rainy weather.
With Huang Rong looking at him like this, Lin Qingping said helplessly: "It's useless for you to look at me. Taiyang is not my little brother. What can I do if he doesn't come out?"
Huang Rong leaned against the pillar and said feebly: "Then what are we doing in the afternoon? Play backgammon?"
Lin Qingping shook his head and said: "Playing backgammon in the afternoon is boring!"
Huang Rong said: "Then I can't do anything during the day?"
After saying that, Huang Rong sighed and said, "If I had known earlier, I would have bought some notebooks to prepare. I could read them when I had nothing to do."
When these words came out, Lin Qingping's eyes lit up.
"Script?"
Noticing Lin Qingping's reaction, Huang Rong turned her head and said, "What? Do you have any in your room?"
Lin Qingping shook his head and said: "No."
But after pondering for a while, Lin Qingping said: "But if you want to read it, I can write it."
Huang Rong looked at Lin Qingping with suspicion. "you write?"
Lin Qingping said casually: "Idle time is idle, let's give it a try."
In the last life, when Lin Qingping had nothing to do when he was studying, he also liked to read novels and other things to pass the time and relax.
At one point, I even thought about writing it myself.
It's a pity that I never had the chance.
But now, there is enough time for Lin Qingping.
Anyway, I am idle, so I might as well give it a try to pass the time.
With that said, Lin Qingping turned around and entered his room.
Yaoyue and Huang Rong also followed Lin Qingping.
However, the two of them did not come together to watch. Instead, they took the chessboard and started playing chess on another table in the room.
Lin Qingping didn't care about this either.
; When the white rice paper was spread out, Lin Qingping slowly rubbed ink.
While sharpening the ink, Lin Qingping was imagining ideas in his mind.
After all, the words of this world are different from those novels written by Lin Qingping in his previous life.
If the content is too much, it may seem uninteresting.
"Yes!"
Suddenly, Lin Qingping came up with an idea. According to Lin Qingping's market perspective, it would definitely work.
After thinking about it, he picked up the brush with his right hand, dipped it in the inkstone a few times, and the ink fell onto the paper.
Maybe he found something new, so Lin Qingping basically stayed in his room in the afternoon.
I wrote one piece after another on the paper in my hand.
It was only when it was getting dark that Lin Qingping put down his pen.
Looking at Lin Qingping who was stretching and moving a little, Huang Rong turned her head and looked at Lin Qingping and said, "Hey, it took you so long?"
Lin Qingping shook his head and said, "I just wrote the first half."
After all, this brush writing is relatively slow to use.
One afternoon, and nearly two hours, Lin Qingping's hands were sore now.
Seeing this, Huang Rong put down her chess pieces and came to Lin Qingping's side out of curiosity.
Looking at the neatly stacked pile on Lin Qingping's table, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
His eyes moved downwards, and as his eyes focused, the first few large characters on the paper suddenly came into view.
""The Overbearing Palace Master Falls in Love with Me""
Huang Rong's eyes widened when she looked at the name of the book at the beginning.
"What nonsense are you talking about? With such a weird name?"
Lin Qingping chuckled and said: "A love story that combines martial arts."
Huang Rong tilted her head: "A love story? But why is the name so strange?"
Lin Qingping laughed and said: "It's just a gimmick! Only when the title of the book is bright can it attract people to read."
After hearing this, Huang Rong seemed to understand another layer of meaning in Lin Qingping's words.
"What? Is it possible that you are still planning to publish a book?"
Lin Qingping nodded and said: "If you have this idea, it is better to have fun alone than to have fun together!"
Lin Qingping has also seen this world.
Relatively speaking, they are relatively simple and tactful.
And the plot is cliché.
Where is it as good as what I wrote?
With Lin Qingping's professional market vision, if this book is popularized, it will definitely sell well.
By then, Lin Qingping will also be able to live the addiction of a well-known writer.
Seeing Lin Qingping's confidence, Huang Rong curiously picked up the papers on the table.
As his eyes moved, he muttered softly.
"March, Jingzhe, Longquan Mountain, Tingxue Palace, on the top of the mountain, it is clearly early spring in March, but at this moment, the top of Tingxue Palace is still covered with heavy snow, as if it is the twelfth lunar month."
"Amidst the blood falling all over the sky, a woman stood quietly on the edge of the cliff."
"Her clothes are fluttering like she is riding in the wind. Her clothes are whiter than snow, her hair is like clouds. She is graceful and graceful, just like a fairy."
"But no one can describe her appearance, because no one in the world dares to look up and take a look at her."
"It is the master of Tingxue Palace, Yi Tianxue, who stands at the top of the world and makes people change their tempers upon hearing the news..."
After reading the first few words, Huang Rong raised her head suspiciously and thought about it.
After a moment, Huang Rong glanced at Lin Qingping and said, "Let me tell you, the heroine template of your novel is not based on Yao Yue, the grand master of Yihua Palace, right?"
"I feel like your heroine's image is exactly the same as Yao Yue's!"
As soon as these words came out, Yao Yue looked at Lin Qingping.
His eyes also narrowed slightly.
