Chen Mu was drowsy and floating in the boundless darkness. After a while, he fell down and felt a long-lost warmth.

"...You can't die. You are the only seed of the Huo family now. If you die, the Huo family will be defeated..."

Hiddenly, he heard an old lady shouting, and before he could finish listening, he lost consciousness.

"...I know you hate me... I've been bad to you since I was a child... You scolded me for the old woman behind my back..."

"... Everyone, I'm very ill. My grandson is seriously ill and wants to take him to Jinhai for medical treatment. He lost money on the way and asked for charity for kind-hearted people..."

“…Doctor, please save my grandson…”

"...I have money, I have money, you wait - you see, this is gold teeth, pure gold... Doctor, you must save him... He is the only seed of our family. If he dies, he will not be able to survive..."

"...The girl is really a living Bodhisattva, a great kindness and virtue, and she will never forget it..."

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Chen Mu opened his eyes and saw the dim sky outside the window, which was almost night. He got up and sat at the table, took out a match, and lit the kerosene lamp on the table.

There is only one table and one bed in the house, which is very simple.

He felt a little sad when he looked at this house that was not even as good as an unfinished house. After traveling to this world, he was seriously ill and fell into a coma for many days. When he woke up, he found a big pit waiting for him.

His soul was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, and only a grandmother in her seventies was left to depend on each other. The others were dead and said they had been bandits.

The worst thing is that they have no money, and all their belongings are enough to have half a month's meal.

After his body recovered a little, he hurried out to find a job, but found that things were not that simple. This place was not the earth, and it was not that easy to work and earn money.

This is about the environment of this world.

He did not inherit the original owner's complete memory, only some fragments. Adding the experiences and experiences over the past few days is enough to make him make a judgment.

This is a centralized empire during the steam era.

He saw many steam machines, and he had seen people who looked like military and police with long muskets on their backs. However, he had never seen electrical appliances such as electric lights.

Culturally, it is very similar to when he was on Earth, like a parallel world. However, the words and history are completely different.

The current country name is Jin, and the year name is the 32nd year of Jingren.

In this year, it is not that simple to find a serious job. If you want to receive people in an ordinary store, you must first have a clean family background and count three generations, without committing crimes. Moreover, most of them only recruit locals. If you want to go there, you need two locals to protect them.

Chen Mu asked around and said that all the requests were like this, so he lost his heart.

There are many factories around, but he didn't plan to go there. The factories of this era are real sweatshops. You must never enter them.

There was no way, he could only move bricks - no, he was going to the dock to carry sacks.

I was so tired every day that I almost got deducted by the foreman. If a worker hadn't spoken out, the work would have been in vain these days.

This evil old society.

Chen Mu took out a brand new and thick notebook from his arms. The paper and pen here are very expensive. This manuscript of about 100 pages cost him a day's wages.

He reached into his pocket and, without any surprise, took out a black pen.

Chen Mu stared at the pen in his hand. It looked ordinary and the material was a bargain.

This was bought by him at a small shopping mall for ten yuan. After traveling over, he found that the pen also traveled through the world with him, right in his pocket.

It is definitely not easy to travel with him.

As soon as Chen Mu let go, the pen fell on the table and disappeared out of thin air.

He reached into his pocket again, and when he took it out, there was an extra pen on his hand, the one that had just disappeared.

This is exactly the magic of this pen. As long as you leave his hand, you will disappear and return to his pocket.

Well, a pen that will never be lost.

As for whether there are other mystery, it is not clear yet. The main reason is that the paper here is too expensive, and he can't find it even if he wants to find some paper to write something.

Chen Mu took off his pen cap and wrote the five words "The Legend of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying" on the first page.

"Mr. Jin, I'm sorry, I traveled to another world, was poor and had no means to make money, I can only borrow your works to support my family. Is there any wonder?"

He used to be a full-time writer, but he didn't go out to work after graduating from college. He wrote novels for several years and had no other skills in making a living. What's worse is that he studied business English in college, and there was no place to use it in this world.

When writing novels, he is good at cities and fantasy. I won’t talk about the city. For people of this era, it is tantamount to science fiction. Fantasy is definitely not popular either.

It must be traditional martial arts, and Mr. Jin’s novels are the most suitable. He is also the most familiar with them.

I remember when I first started writing novels, my grades were terrible. So he learned from his mistakes and started from the most basic learning, imitating Jin Yong's works to practice.

His method is to first read a plot, then write the plot in his own language, then compare it with the original text, see where the gap is, and improve it bit by bit, so that you can quickly improve your own level.

The latest version of the TV series was broadcast some time ago. All the girls in it were good. After he finished watching it, he reviewed the book and was most familiar with the plot.

As for the background, just change it a little, anyway, the end of the dynasty was almost the same chaos.

He picked up the pen, took a deep breath, letting the breath stay in his lungs for a few seconds, poured it out, and began to write down the first line of words...

As soon as he started, he entered the state. The original text plot naturally appeared in his mind. He wrote it down without any pause.

He has had this state before, with his thoughts flowing like a spring, his writing efficiency is extremely high, and he can write a chapter in an hour.

However, this state is not often encountered.

When you are immersed in something, time always passes particularly quickly.

Chen Mu wrote the last end and was dazed for a moment before realizing that the first chapter had been written.

He subconsciously glanced out the window. It was completely dark, there were no clocks, and he didn't know how long it had passed. However, after looking at the kerosene in the lamp bottle, there was only about one tenth of it. After estimating, it took about two or three hours.

This chapter is at least 20,000 words, with a total of more than ten pages, and each page is densely written. It was actually finished in two or three hours?

Chen Mu was shocked. His hand speed was much better than when he used to use a computer to type. The highest speed before was 3,000 words. This time, the speed was almost over 10,000.

He turned on what he had just written, his handwriting was neat and his pages were neat, and there was no trace of smearing. It was like printing it.

"I really wrote this?"

Chen Mu couldn't believe it. He was lazy and always wrote sloppyly. Such neat words could not have been written by him.

It's this pen!

He quickly reacted and looked at the pen in his hand.

Obviously, this is all due to this pen.

It's really a magical tool for typing.

Chen Mu is so proud that for an author who lives by typing, this pen is something he dreams of. It can inspire inspiration, and his thoughts are like springs, and his condition is surprisingly good. The original text comes out of his mind. After writing, he doesn’t even have a typo.

It's really great.

Moreover, they are all texts from this world.

Although the texts of the two worlds have some similar systems, they are completely different.

If you write Chinese characters, it would be troublesome. You have to translate them again.

"Huh, what is this?"

Suddenly, Chen Mu noticed that there was a golden star at the bottom of the pen body.

This is strange. This pen is taken out in his hands every day. It is so mature that it cannot be more mature, and there is no such mark of Venus.

He immediately realized that the star must have appeared after he finished writing a chapter.

Chen Mu felt excited. This pen indeed had more functions.

"But, what does this star do?"

He began to think about it, rubbing his fingers at the star, all his attention on it.

Suddenly, the star lit up a dazzling golden light, occupying all his vision. He felt a flash in front of him, and then, pictures flashed quickly in front of him, and finally frozen on a pair of dolls like iron monks.

Chen Mu suddenly woke up and opened his eyes and saw that there was a pair of fat monks made of iron on the table, twenty or thirty centimeters tall, with black rust on the surface.

"Is this the pair of iron monk toys from Guo Xiang who can fight Arhat Fist in the book?"

His heart suddenly jumped, and he reached out to touch it tentatively. The cold touch made him feel a little dry, "This is true."

This means that he can take out the items in the novel?

Chen Mu seemed to hear a voice in the dark, "Your golden finger has arrived."

For a moment, he felt that the hardship he suffered these days was worth it.

By the way, this pair of iron monks seems to be able to move and can produce a set of Arhat boxing techniques.

Chen Mu remembered the plot in the book, curiously picked up one of them, studied it for a while, and soon found that there was a mechanism behind it, like a clockwork. He tried to turn it around and heard a crisp sound.

When he let go of his hand, it started to move. He punched and kicked, and his movements did not seem mechanical at all.

Chen Mu tightened the two iron monks, put down his hands, and they fought each other one by one, which was quite agile.

"Is this Shaolin's Arhat Fist?"

He carefully observed the movements of the two iron monks, and it didn't seem surprising.

Of course, he is a pure layman and it is normal that he can't tell the tricks inside.
To be continued...