Chapter 238 One Word Determines the Universe

   "What's your keyword?" Doug asked again.

   "Wenhua." Shan Cong didn't hesitate this time, and then asked, "What about you?"

   "Management." Duge glanced at him, not caring about his little trick of reversing the master-slave relationship between the two, and said his key words. The premise of cooperation is sincerity.

   "Impossible, how can management destroy my handwriting? How can it steal other people's skills?" Shan Cong frowned, "Wang Chong, the premise of cooperation is honesty, it's boring if you play like this."

"Old Dan, you probably forgot that there is also the cooperation of master-slave relationship." Duge smiled, "Besides, I feel that your understanding of management is biased. A higher level of management and trade means a loss of the original order. Destruction will impact the stability of the original society, even the stable social order can be destroyed, and it is only normal to destroy the stable structure of your character."

   "What are your skills?" Shan Cong asked.

   "To be fair, you say one, and I say one." Doug said, "If you are weak, you say first."

   "The bottom of the pen is full of flowers." Shan Cong said, "Everyone will think that the articles and poems I write are very good."

   "Illegal business operation." Duge glanced at him and said, "My illegal business operation will destroy the stability of social order."

   "..." Shan Cong frowned and said, "Are you being honest?"

"I believe you, but you don't believe me?" Duge smiled, "Old Dan, you probably don't know that I have issued stocks in this world, issued them myself, and supervised them myself, and I have destroyed the original social order a long time ago." It's a mess."

He glanced at Dan Cong, and said proactively, "My second skill is to buy and sell by force. Anything that I like can be traded forcibly. I will **** your arms and pick your internal organs. Actually, It is the effect of the second skill."

   "You didn't make a deal, you just took your arm off!" Shan Cong said.

   "Have you ever heard of zero yuan shopping?" Duge inspected his body and said proudly, "I usually don't need the other party's consent to buy things."

   "..." Shan Cong suddenly fell into silence, and after a long while, he said, "My second skill is to determine the world with one word. The words I write have a certain chance to trigger special effects."

  The first skill is responsible for fame and attributes; the second skill is responsible for offense and defense; the two skills can be regarded as a dream linkage.

  Especially the second skill, it's simply awesome.

  Dug looked at Shan Cong: "Can others use the words you write?"

  Shan Cong shook his head: "Only I can use it. You asked someone to take away those solidified bricks because the effect of the words is still there. It is still me who gave those bricks attributes."

   "That is to say, I can no longer use your so-called control and ban." Duge asked.

   "Wang Chong, I don't need to lie to you." Shan Cong laughed, "After all, this is easy to verify, isn't it?"

"It's true." Duge waved his hand, took Shan Cong's right hand, and took it for him neatly, then stretched out his hand again, and grabbed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him, and said to Shan Cong with a smile, "Come on, write a few words and have a look."

  Shan Cong moved his right hand and asked tentatively, "Where is the other hand?"

   "Isn't it okay to write with your right hand? It's so troublesome." Doug grunted, and put his left hand on it again.

  After the limbs were detached for a day, Shan Cong became a complete person again. He moved his healthy limbs, and felt a little gratitude to Duge inexplicably, and a little luck. He really wanted to cooperate!

   "Old Dan, I have shown my sincerity, and it's up to you next." Duge smiled gently, pointed to the paper and pen, and a spiritual energy rolled up the ink stick to help Shan Cong grind the ink.

   "Can I wear a dress?"

   Shan Cong looked down at his naked body, and asked tentatively.

  He had his limbs cut off, and when he was lying down, he didn't feel anything, but after he recovered, he was in the same room with a big man, Duge, and he always felt a little uncomfortable.

"Old Dan, that's too much! How can you be so pushy?" Duge frowned, and said, "The Immortal Doctors are all big men, so what's the use of wearing clothes? Even if there are women, wearing clothes is even more cumbersome. Writing, without distraction, without restraint, can make your heart calm down faster."

  Knowing that he has not been fully trusted by Duge, Shan Cong sighed, picked up the brush, and dipped it in ink: "What characters are you writing?"

  Duge didn't think about it: "Strength, agility, water, fire, sharpness, sharpness... all words that can enhance a person's physique or enchant a weapon."

He put his hand on Shan Cong's neck, "Old Dan, I have extended your limbs for you, which has shown my sincerity. But you haven't gained my trust yet, if you let me see that your strokes are wrong, If you write words that might hurt me, such as 'seal', 'forbidden', and 'sleeping', you'll sell me your head."

  The benevolence of a doctor will only increase the goodwill of others towards him, but will not change other people's thinking.

  Theoretically, people who are friendly to themselves will not harm themselves, but Duge is a cautious person, he will never put his life in the hands of others.

   "I'm doing it for your own good" can sometimes be harmful.

Caution is the boat.

  Shan Cong sighed helplessly, picked up a pen and wrote the word "Jian" on the paper.

Then, he frowned, threw the paper aside, changed to a new piece of paper, and continued to write the word "Jian", explaining as he wrote: "Words with special effects will burst into gold when they are written." The chance of success is very low, and the paper you prepared is actually not enough. One word determines the world, and each paper has only one word, and it will be effective."

   Heard the words.

  Duge waved a few bursts of spiritual power, cut the paper in front of him into four, and signaled him to continue.

   Then, he called in the disciple who served him outside the cave and asked him to bring all the papers from the Immortal Medicine Sect.

Duge's hand was on his neck, but he never dared to act recklessly and wrote Jian characters honestly. It was not until after writing more than 300 useless characters that the word "Jian" exploded on the paper. A dazzling golden light came out, and then quickly disappeared.

Shan Cong picked up the character "Jian" and heaved a sigh of relief: "It's finally done. The chances of writing characters with special effects are very low. Before I wrote the character 'Jian', I wrote more than a thousand times." , just completed one.

  The more powerful the word, the lower the probability.

It took me three days and three nights to write the word 'dragon' before I could write it successfully. If it wasn't for writing 'dragon', I could have written more powerful characters, and I wouldn't have killed you Sometimes, there are only a few words at hand.

  I thought the character 'dragon' was a trump card to save my life, but it was destroyed by you. You don't know how desperate I was..."

"Have you ever considered writing 'God' or 'Immortal'?" Duge took the word "Jian" from his hand, and tentatively threw it to the desk in front of him. As a result, the piece of paper was light It landed on the table without any effect.

"It took me three days and three nights to write a 'dragon'. It doesn't have to be a few years to really write a 'celestial' character!" Shan Cong smiled wryly, "If my ranking is lower, maybe , I will sharpen my sword for a few years, and write a "fairy" directly, and the world will be determined in one fell swoop.

  But for the top ten rankings, I dare not take such a big risk to attack a single word. And I don't know what effect the written 'Xian' will have? If a garbage fairy is created, maybe months or years will be wasted. Just like the dragon you killed casually..."

  Duge picked up the word "Jian" again: "Can it be used on people?"

"I did an experiment with a dog." Shan Cong said, "Then, I killed the dog easily. It didn't become very hard, but when I killed it, it kept barking at me until Dead, without blinking an eyelid. I think, when applied to living creatures, the effect should be tenacity, or strength..."

   "Where's the clothes?" Doug asked.

"Yes." Shan Cong understood Duge's meaning and explained patiently, "But the clothes will become extremely hard, restricting people's actions, like armor. After all, people can't wrap themselves in clothes, they still have to move. Yes. Enchanting clothes with the word 'jian' is not as good as the word 'shield', but 'shield' can only be used by me, you can't use it."

  Dug handed over his flying sword.

   Shan Cong took the word 'Jian' from Duge's hand, and slapped it on the sword. On the sword, there was a small black word 'Jian'.

  Duge manipulated spiritual power, causing two flying swords with similar materials to cut each other.

  With a crisp sound, the flying sword engraved with the word "Jian" was unscathed, while a gap broke out on the blade of the other flying sword.

  One word determines the universe.

   It’s really one word to determine the world. This skill of relying on luck and probability, if used well, even the latter rankings can be reversed at the last moment, just like Feng Jiu’s Taotie back then...

   Thanks to myself for catching him early!

  Guys who are qualified to go to the Alien Battlefield are really different from the simple students in the simulation field.

   A single follower is already the case.

  What about others?

  Duge felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart, and asked, "Old Dan, can Min be used by others?"

  Shan Cong was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

"Next, write sensitive characters." Duge smiled, with spiritual power isolated from his palm, he reached out and patted Shan Cong on the shoulder, "Old Dan, let's cooperate, and I will guarantee you the second place. Let's sweep out all the guys we cooperate with. Let the Pan-Universe people see that cooperation can still be carried out on the alien battlefield."

Just pick up the pen again, write silently, while thinking about the way out of the predicament, Duge helped him connect the limbs, and wanted to use his skills, maybe it won't harm him, but it doesn't mean that he is willing to be trapped here .

  Fate is still in your own hands...

   I'm going on a long trip to participate in a three-day author training at the starting point. There will be no updates in the next few days, but I will code at night and keep the rhythm of two updates every day, ＾_＾!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)