Salted fish turning system

After solving the Star Soul organization, Zhao Mu finally ended his short but extremely long career as a bodyguard, bid farewell to Jiang Yun and Jiang Yan, who had gradually recovered, and returned to his shop.

At this moment, the system issued another reminder.

"Ding, the host has successfully used the fifth skill 'Ancient Martial Arts' to achieve the task goal, and successfully turned from the field of ancient martial arts, greatly improving the current situation of the host. Therefore, the system randomly gives the host the sixth ability, please make good use of it The ability to gradually improve your situation, turning from a weak salted fish to an impressive flying golden dragon."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Mu felt a strange thing in his mind, and then the system prompted again.

"The sixth ability of the host is randomly selected as 'calligraphy'. The host has completed the achievement of 'beauty's bodyguard' before, and the reward for calligraphy ability is upgraded to 'holy presence'."

At the beginning, Zhao Mu lamented that his sixth ability was too weak, it turned out to be just an ordinary calligraphy. Who knew that the calligraphy ability would be upgraded because of the previous mission achievements, but what does this "Holy Arrival" mean? Zhao Mu was puzzled.

"System, what kind of ability is this 'Holy Arrival'?"

Then the system directly instilled the explanation of this ability into Zhao Mu's mind.

It was only then that Zhao Mu realized that Holy Presence, like the seventh sense, is a super ability. Compared with ordinary skills such as cooking rice or medical skills, this kind of super ability is difficult for ordinary people to master no matter how much they exercise.

For example, the seventh sense is to instantly open the perspective of gods, grasp everything around them, and observe the world like a god, which is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to master.

And this Shenglin is a super ability that can only be mastered by a calligraphy ability that has been raised to the top level.

The reason why it is called Shenglin is because the calligraphy written through this skill naturally contains the power of the Dao, and carries a trace of the laws of the operation of the Dao of Heaven.If the user's own mental power and comprehension of the Dao are extremely high, the words written may even have supernatural powers.

Even if Zhao Mu writes a word of death, the people who see this word will basically be affected by this word, and will die violently on the street within a moment.

However, this ability is like the seventh sense. Although it is mastered by Zhao Mu, because of Zhao Mu's own ability, he cannot use all his power at will.The full power of this ability can only be brought into play through slow exploration and familiarity.

Moreover, regular practice of Holy Prominence skills can also improve one's comprehension and comprehension of the Dao, and can make the words written have certain special abilities.

If Zhao Mu fully grasps the Holy Arrival, the characters he writes can even merge with the Dao, just like a sage who descends to rule the rules of the world.

Just after Zhao Mu's calligraphy ability officially started to upgrade, Zhao Mu fainted in his room instantly.

In the haze, Zhao Mu seemed to see the dragon soaring in the sky, its vigorous figure was majestic, and its momentum was like divine power, which made the people below dare not look up.And its figure dances in the sky, as if using the heaven and the earth as paper, and the dragon shape as characters, writing a majestic and domineering calligraphy.

Then Zhao Mu found a feeling in his figure, and it seemed that a deep imprint was carved in his mind.

Right after this stroke was made, Zhao Mu seemed to be blasted by a thunderbolt, and then woke up with a bang...and found himself in the hospital.

Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling and the white quilt on his body, Zhao Mu looked suspiciously at Xu Jing beside the bed.

"Great! You finally woke up." Xu Jing said in surprise when she saw Zhao Mu wake up.

"What happened? Didn't I just sleep in my shop, why did I wake up in the hospital?" Zhao Mu asked suspiciously.

Then Xu Jing told the ins and outs of the matter.

It turned out that just after Zhao Mu had just finished his mission and returned to his shop within half an hour, he suddenly fainted in his room. It was Sun Zhiqiang who saw that Zhao Mu hadn't come out for a long time, so he went out to take a look under suspicion, and found Zhao Mu actually fainted on the ground.

Sun Zhiqiang immediately sent Zhao Mu to the hospital and notified Xu Jing of the incident.

However, after the doctor's examination, it was said that Zhao Mu did not have any diseases, and the cause of his sudden coma might be a huge lesion in his brain.But according to the current medical level, there is no way to diagnose Zhao Mu's condition.

Then Zhao Mu fell into a coma in the hospital for nearly three days, and even Xu Jing almost called Zhao Mu's parents to inform him of the incident.But later, Xu Jing was still afraid that Zhao Mu's parents would not be able to accept the blow, so she decided to see if Zhao Mu's situation would improve.

Who knew that on the third day of coma, Zhao Mu suddenly woke up from the hospital bed. He didn't look like he was suffering from any illness, but was radiant, and there seemed to be an inexplicable gleam in his eyes.

Then Zhao Mu and Xu Jing could only notify those who cared about their illness one by one, and then explained that they just fell asleep for a while because of being too tired.It moved Jiang Yan and Jiang Yun's father and daughter, thinking that Zhao Mu was exhausted from working hard every day for their affairs. Jiang Yan even brought his daughter to visit Zhao Mu specially, and left a note from the head of the country. Give Jiang Yan the precious ginseng to nourish his body.

And Zhao Mu looked at the ginseng that was at least 300 years old, and sighed helplessly, then he could only store the ginseng with a wry smile, and use it when he needed it later.

Fortunately, all the novels written by Zhao Mu were automatically published. Even if Zhao Mu did not update manually, the computer would automatically publish the previously written manuscripts day by day. Otherwise, the comment section of Zhao Mu’s novels would be blown up. .

Just when Zhao Mu returned to the villa to recuperate, a gust of cold wind blew, and it snowed heavily, which was also the first snow since Tianjing entered winter.

After one night, just after dawn, Zhao Mu walked out of the villa slowly, went for a walk in the courtyard, and happened to see the road wrapped in white snowflakes in the courtyard.

Although the feeling of entering winter overnight is very novel.This rare heavy snow also added a bit of fresh air to Tianjing, which usually has bad air.

Zhao Mu, who was idle and bored, happened to have nothing to do, and suddenly wanted to try out the use of the ability 'Sheng Lin', and then found a wooden stick at random.

Before, Zhao Mu saw in a dream that Shenlong used the sky as the paper to write the Book of Holy Arrival, and Zhao Mu also wanted to imitate him, but Zhao Mu used a wooden stick as a pen and directly used the white snow on the ground as the paper.

Zhao Mu held his breath and concentrated, forgetting about things and me. Although he was holding a wooden stick in his hand and pointing on the snow, he still refused to write, as if he was planning something.

......

But at this moment, two guests came outside the villa.

"Wuxiang, we have been friends for more than ten years, are you sure this Zhao Mu is really the noble person I was destined for?" A middle-aged man sighed.

And Ye Wuxiang, who has been working for Zhao Mu, twirled his beard lightly, and then said with a smile: "You really don't believe it, Master Zhao's level has really refreshed my three views. I just met Master Zhao It was only later that I realized that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and it was also because of Master Zhao's careful teaching that my physiognomy level has improved by leaps and bounds. So at this time, I can directly see from your face that if you want to turn salty fish in the future, you must go to Master Zhao..."

"However, your reputation has really grown recently. I heard that the president of the Northern Zhouyi Association had a competition with you two days ago, and the president left in shame within half a minute?" Middle-aged said the man.

"Of course, listening to Master Zhao's teachings, I feel that my ability is improving by leaps and bounds every day. Even if you don't believe in my fortune-telling skills, it is your blessing to have Master Zhao teach you." Ye Wuxiang said with a smile .

What Ye Wuxiang said is not a lie. Whether it is Zheng Ming or Ye Wuxiang himself, since he helped Zhao Mu's shop, he has had some opportunities to receive advice from Zhao Mu every day, and it is them who give advice. A problem that is not found at all on weekdays.The two of them, who were at the top of their respective industries, have benefited a lot, and even have some enlightenment about some problems that have been bothering them for a long time.

And my good friend Wang Zhe was originally a well-known literary master in Huaguo. Whether it is novels, poems, calligraphy or painting, as long as it is related to Huaguo's classical literature and art, he is a leader.

But this morning, I ran into my good friend Ye Wuxiang by chance. After the two had a conversation, Ye Wuxiang said with certainty that Wang Zhe would encounter a turning point in his life recently, and he needed someone to help him go further.

Wang Zhe was dubious about this friend's advice, but he still gave his friend a face, and followed him to Zhao Mu's villa.

As soon as they walked into the courtyard, the two saw Zhao Mu who was standing intently on the snow.

Ye Wuxiang didn't know what Zhao Mu was doing yet, but Wang Zhe immediately admired Zhao Mu in a low voice when he saw Zhao Mu's performance: "Be careful, don't interrupt him loudly...you can be so focused at such a young age." focus on the piece of paper where the pen is about to be written."

"Writing? But it's just holding a wooden stick on the ground." Ye Wuxiang asked suspiciously.

"Hey, you are an outsider. Calligraphy itself is not limited to utensils. Even if you use your fingers to draw on the ground, that is a way to practice calligraphy. Have you heard that many calligraphers used calligraphy because their families were poor when they were young? Branches on the ground to practice calligraphy?"

Speaking of this, Wang Zhe sighed: "This person's concentration is somewhat like a master, but he is too young, only 25 years old at most, and his background must be insufficient. But if he accumulates another 20 years, he must achieve something. But I kind of want to accept him as an apprentice..."