You said you would brag, why are you serious about it?

As the Word Spirit took effect, a white and plump wild ginseng really lay in the ring space in Su Wei's consciousness...

The thousand-year-old ginseng, which had taken on a human form, had three emerald green leaves on its head, and a few thumb-sized red fruits hanging on its head, just like a little doll with a bun.

However, it looked a bit like...

radish...

Su Wei had originally prepared wild ginseng. Even if he failed to gain enough trust in this operation, he could use the excuse that the wild ginseng had been stored for a long time and had lost its activity and could not be moved.

At worst, the cultivation world had already generated thousand-year-old ginseng. When the channel was opened, he could catch one and put it in the ring, and the Word Spirit's lock could be unlocked.

However, now that the Word Spirit had been realized directly, there was no need to act according to the preset failure route.

With a thought, Su Wei directly caught the thousand-year-old ginseng doll in the ring.

He pinched the "waist" of the ginseng doll and put it under the camera of the live broadcast room for careful observation.

The white and fat ginseng doll was dancing in Su Wei's hand, still struggling. The waist was as thick as his arm. If Su Wei hadn't been strong, he would not have been able to control it.

Good guy, this thing is really something.

Su Wei was immediately playful when he saw it. He let go and let the human-shaped ginseng doll run around the room.

The ginseng doll generated by the Word Spirit was generated according to the thousand-year standard, but it didn't say that this thing lost its activity after being stored for tens of millions of years.

As soon as this thing landed, it looked for an exit everywhere, making it anxious.

However, the Word Spirit cannot generate consciousness. This operation should be an instinct like a mimosa, but this instinct is a bit outrageous.

When this thing came out, the barrage was stunned.

Su Wei pulled the camera over and chased the ginseng doll to shoot.

Although this thing is only half a meter long, its movement speed is not slow at all. A few world champions in sprinting may not be able to catch it.

What's even more outrageous is that this little guy can actually draw inferences from one example.

After walking around the room for a few laps, he pushed the window and jumped out, and then ran towards Leiji Mountain like a mouse seeing a cat, making Su Wei laugh.

[Still laughing, it ran away! It ran away! ]

[Is it because I'm in a good mood and released it? ]

[Oh my god, let's go, buy tickets, go to Xiajing, and catch ginseng dolls. ]

Putting the camera back in place, Su Wei waved his hand, in a good mood.

"Why are you panicking? It ran away. Thousand-year-old ginseng dolls are not rare. I still have more than 10,000 in my ring. Not to mention the thousand-year-old ones, even if they are ten thousand years old, there must be eight thousand."

This rich and powerful look is really enviable.

[Ding! ...]

Pretending to be cool is really fun all the time.

When will this kind of life of saying what you mean and doing what you say end...

Postscript

After thinking about it, I decided to put a period here for this book.

In fact, I said in the introduction that the outline of this book only covers the revival of spiritual energy and the beginning of the fairy tale.

Now, although there are some imperfections, the rewritten content has been completed.

Why do I say that?

Because the core of the idea of ​​bragging and making it come true is to fool everyone and turn a modern scientific society into a fantasy world full of extraordinary people.

The core conflict and highlight is that the protagonist fools everyone through various tricks to make everyone believe that the protagonist is really as outrageous as he said.

The outrageous degree caused by the revival of spiritual energy is too great. At this time, arranging black fans who are determined to oppose the protagonist becomes an anti-intellectual plot.

However, once the whole world becomes a fan of the protagonist, it will become an invincible article with words and deeds.

The fun is directly reduced by 99%.

A few days ago, when I was writing the story of the revival of spiritual energy, a reader posted a comment saying that in his mind, the book had already ended.

In my mind, it had already ended.

I knew clearly what kind of story I wanted to write and was writing.

It was not that this story could not be written later, but that if it went on, it would be nothing but watery writing.

I had a rough idea of ​​the subsequent developments. It was nothing more than replicating the world of cultivation one by one, and then materializing the caves of ancient cultivators through "ancient books".

Then a wave of plants and animals became spirits, and the consciousness generated under the nurturing of heaven and earth naturally had nothing to do with the Word Spirit.

Then the beliefs of these monsters were harvested.

There were many things, and they were complicated. The most important thing was that it would be very boring without the conflict between belief and disbelief.

Moreover, the opening of the world of cultivation inevitably brought about a problem, which was the ownership of this territory.

I had mentioned it in the book before, and many chapters were ruined by the review.

My understanding of human nature is not simply "what you see is what you get".

If I really continue writing, I am afraid that I will not be able to control myself and will end the book.

After careful consideration, I have had enough of this kind of restricted life. It is better to finish it here as originally planned.

I swear that I will never write such a novel in a modern background in my life.

I am not allowed to write this or that. It is too annoying.

To be honest, the book has been written so far, and the average is 2,500. Judging from the results, it is not bad.

Indeed, this book also had many so-called "poison points" in the early stage, such as 2 million in exchange for contact information, 5 million to invite chess masters to come out, etc.

However, if you have read this far, I believe you can understand the protagonist's mentality at the time.

There is also the handling of the official attitude in the early stage.

About the source of the idea of ​​the golden finger:

In fact, I wanted to write about the kingdom of God at the beginning, and generate divine power through the will of all beings to rewrite the world.

However, a friend wrote something about this, and the book was directly lost, so he was directly asked for skin.

As I said, the golden finger is not omnipotent. At least it is controlled by the river crab management bureau and must be played within the big framework.

So punching the nursing home, kicking the kindergarten, etc., just think about it.

About the new book:

In fact, I still have a lot of interesting ideas in my mind, but after this book is finished, I should take a break for one to two months.

This damn pharyngitis, I still sweat violently, cough, and can't sleep.

This postscript is just to share my thoughts with you, so I just write whatever I think of and chat casually.

I reiterate again that my ending is well-reasoned and well-founded. I have indeed finished all the stories that should be written. You can't say that I am a eunuch, right?

New book...

On the way.

Well, I'll go to bed.

Extra 1: Cultivation World

Here, the sky is clear and cloudless.

Although the temperature is very low in December, it is not snowy.

However, in the cultivation world on the teleportation array side, the ground is covered with snow that never melts all year round.

A thin mist like smoke enveloped the dense forest around the teleportation array. There was no bird song or insect noise, and the world was a little weirdly silent.

The cicadas chirped in the forest, and the birds chirped in the mountains. In fact, when you are really in this silence, you will start to panic for no reason.

Fortunately, there are many of us.

The hundreds of members of the pioneer special operations team, who were dressed in uniform, looked a little embarrassed at this moment.

Wang Weijian led his men to escape back to the vicinity of the teleportation array. After confirming that it was safe, he cursed in Chinese:

"Damn, these broken trees can hit people! Song Xianfeng, how are the brothers?"

"Mostly slightly injured, but no one has left the main force."

Hearing that there were no casualties, Shen Haoyu on the side was relieved, and then began to gloat:

"Hehe, that kid tricked me again."

Wang Weijian's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, but after carefully observing the surrounding situation, he eased a lot:

"It's okay, this 'safe zone' is so neat, it's probably made by that guy. Look at that direction again..."