"Why am I asleep again?"

Ping An suddenly woke up from his dream. His sleepy eyes saw the sun slanting west outside the door. It was obvious that after noon, he knew that he had just had a sleep.

My mother kept telling her not to sleep in the temple, and she seemed to be very disrespectful to the fairy sister. She thought about it safely and felt annoyed.

While annoyed, he always knocked on the head that was confused and loved to sleep and could not keep his clear mind. Then a sentence eavesdropped on the Analects of Confucius from the private school teacher: "Zai Yu slept in the daytime. The master said, 'The rotten wood cannot be carved, and the wall of dung cannot be slapped!"

It was broad daylight, and he didn't even let go of the cows, and he just wanted to sleep. He was so unwilling to make progress that he couldn't help but feel even more ashamed.

Nie Xiaoqian, who had been staring at Ping'an for fear that he would forget what was happening in his dream, saw him having a confused look and was anxious, almost wishing to grab him and give him a revelation.

Unfortunately, her hand that she subconsciously stretched out directly passed through Ping An, as if the moon in the water and flowers in the mirror were visible and intangible.

Nie Xiaoqian stretched out her hand in a bit resentful, but it was still useless. This feeling of powerlessness was like a drowning person. Although there was a life-saving straw that was within reach, it could not be caught no matter how hard it was.

From this, she thought of a terrible problem. She was so weak that she couldn't even pick up the pen?

If you can’t write a novel, how can you write a novel? If you don’t write a novel, relying on the declining literary spirit, when will it take you to truly condense your body and rely on the beliefs in the temple?

Although Gu Niang Temple is not rare, if you want to condense your body by relying on the meager beliefs every month that are not as thin as the less and less literary style, it is the real year of the monkey and horse month.

After waking up from the sleep in the statue, Nie Xiaoqian has been thinking about literary talent. Her new work is already impatient for her consideration.

However, once you think carefully, you find that what you are looking for is completely impossible, so how can you not be shocked?

In a state of distraction, Nie Xiaoqian wanted to leave the Gu Niang Temple and go outside to get some breath.

Ghosts don’t need to be breathable, this is entirely due to her state of mind.

But when she walked out the door, before she even crossed the threshold, a gust of wind blew and was blown back.

Without incense, she could not move forward in a weak way.

Nie Xiaoqian cannot live without Gu Niang Temple, but Ping An crossed the threshold in just one step.

Ping An, who was ashamed of sleep, remembered something when he crossed the threshold and murmured: "I haven't told the fairy sister that the green mountains do not change and the green water flows forever. Fairy sister, by the way, I seemed to have a dream just now."

"What did I do in my dream? Well, kill the wolf and save Ah Huang."

Finally remembering Ping An of what happened in the dream, he grinned a little embarrassedly, because in reality, the one who drove away the hungry wolf and saved Ah Huang was the fairy sister. It was not the sword fairy he thought about day and night after listening to the story of the storyteller in the village.

"Also, in the dream, the Fairy Sister seemed to talk to me, saying that I should not forget what I said." Ping An couldn't help but knock on his stupid head. When he looked around, his eyes touched Ah Huang's tail that was eating grass not far away, and his eyes suddenly lit up. "I remembered that the Fairy Sister asked me to call her Sister Nie, and also told me to buy her pen, ink, paper and inkstone to bring it to the temple."

"But Sister Nie is a god, so why do you want pen, ink, paper and inkstone to do it? And she also said that this is not a dream, isn't it really a dream? Does Sister Nie really want me to help buy pen, ink, paper and inkstone? Otherwise, why would she always be dissatisfied in the dream?"

With questions, Ping'an turned back to the statue of Gu Niang, as if he wanted to see some clues from the statue.

But he was destined to be disappointed, because the statue of the god has not changed. He did not see Sister Nie as he imagined, and naturally he could not see anything that could answer questions.

Unable to answer the questions, Ping'an still said solemnly: "Sister Nie, you are a god. You can hear Ping'an speak in the temple. Ping'an must have Sister Nie's trust. She bought the pen, ink, paper and ink as soon as possible and sent it to the temple."

After saying that, Ping An left with satisfaction.

He came to Gu Niang Temple today and came to see it. Now he dreamed, saw it, and got the instructions, and there was nothing else he could be dissatisfied with.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was standing by, saw Ping An's words and actions, praised him for his intelligence and cleverness in his heart.

But she can't use pen, ink, paper and inkstone for the time being, and can only be said to have wasted Ping An's intention.

As for her oral narrative and Ping'an's pen, Nie Xiaoqian never thought of letting Ping'an be a little scribe or a ghostwriter.

First of all, it is not a comfortable thing to write on behalf of others. Ping An is still young and it is not suitable to be a young scribe.

Secondly, the wilderness may not be safe, and his mother is also tightly controlled, so he has a rare opportunity to come up to the mountain.

What's more, Ping An has his own things to do. Now she is herding cattle and going to school in the future. She can't delay Ping An because of her private affairs.

In addition, there are more problems in other aspects.

Ping An couldn't see her and could not hear her voice, which meant that the oral words could only be performed in a dream.

Dreams are the easiest to forget. When you wake up, you may forget them all. And even if you remember them, efficiency is also a problem.

A novel is tens of thousands of words short, tens of thousands of words long, and even hundreds of thousands of words.

Ping An is a child who can write all the words, but how can he write them?

Due to these concerns, Nie Xiaoqian is not planning to write novels for the time being. She just waited for Ping An to come next time and asked him to help send a message or send a letter to the Wang family.

The message is simple, just a few words. It is not difficult to write it. She can just find a ghostwriter to write it out. She is not going to say anything confidential in the letter, so she doesn't have to worry about being known.

After leaving safely, Gu Niang Temple returned to its secluded and quietness.

It was not until night fell that the silence was broken by the sound of various insects around.

Nie Xiaoqian came out of the statue and saw the moonlight outside the temple pouring down like water, bright like a dream, as if he could hold it in his hand.

Such a good moonlight is the best time to practice "Taiyin Shape Refining Method".

But the wind was a bit strong, and Nie Xiaoqian, who was trying to go out, was already unstable at the door.

If you force yourself out, it is likely that you will not go back by the wind, but will be blown away by the wind, blown to the sky, and finally blown away between the sky and the earth.

As of now, there will be incense occasionally. The Gu Niang Temple, which can hold faith and thoughts, is the safest shelter, and staying in the temple is the best choice.

But Nie Xiaoqian was a little unwilling to accept it.

She hopes to make all things that can condense her body and can effectively utilize them.

Although literary energy is continuous, sometimes it is more and sometimes less, and it is not stable enough. Belief and thoughts can only be said to be better than nothing. The only thing left to use is the moonlight and the yin energy.

Especially tonight, the Taiyin energy was filled so that she could clearly feel the fluctuations in the temple.

Just as Nie Xiaoqian was thinking about how to go outside and safely absorb the Taiyin energy to practice the "Taiyin Shape Refining Method", she suddenly heard the sound of a rush outside, and then someone stepped on the roof, making the tiles covering the roof crackle.

Then someone shouted from afar: "Thief, where can you escape!"

The words were heard from afar, but the loud sound was so loud that the dust on the beams and pillars were rustling.
Chapter completed!