Evil star life?The rebirth space is against the sky, directly becoming a god

My name is Shangguan Xi, my father is Shangguan Yuan, and my mother is Xiao Ningyin. As soon as I was born, I was the princess held in the palms of everyone in the upper world.

But I also know that I am different from others.

My two brothers are both geniuses in cultivation, but my meridians are blocked, and no matter how many miraculous medicines my mother gave me, they didn't work.

I have also practiced hard in secret, but I don’t feel any energy at all.

Those who followed my parents to the upper world have all cultivated to the heavenly realm and can walk freely in the upper world. However, I can only practice my father and mother's martial arts skills as Qigong.

Even so, the little me still refused to admit defeat and practiced boxing several times every day with great interest.

In the martial arts training ground at my home, you can often see me practicing "hey hey haha".

My parents saw me boxing carefree, and finally made up their minds not to force me to practice anymore, and to let me live the life I wanted.

In fact, I know that my mother and father are secretly practicing hard and refining elixirs just to make me live a little longer.

They don't want me to be like ordinary people, with a lifespan of less than a hundred years.They hope that I can stay with them forever and ever and be their little official companion forever.

But I don't care about the length of my life.

I only care about how my life can become meaningful.

I was familiar with various enlightenment books when I was three years old. I had memorized the Four Books and Five Classics by heart when I was four years old. When I was five years old, I read all the books (including story books) that my parents could find.

This is probably what people often say: God opens a window for you when it closes a door.

I have a photographic memory, and my parents are ecstatic about my super memory.They seemed to see another path in my life, which was to become a knowledgeable person.

But I don't want to be a scholar, because I discovered what I like most, and that is - making up stories.

Since I was five years old, I have been writing down stories that I can think of.

A pen, a flower, a piece of grass, a little bug flying past my eyes, I will arrange an interesting experience for them.

I kept writing every day, and when I wrote too much, I threw the manuscripts to the maids and asked them to throw them away.

Later, I found that the maid was a little absent-minded when taking care of me every day.

I thought they were sick, so I expressed some concern.

But the maid looked at me and hesitated to speak. It was obvious that I had something to say but didn't dare to say it.

After my repeated questioning, the maid told me: "Princess, what happened to Qiangwei after she was taken away by her favorite scholar? Did they get married? How many children did they have? The scholar didn't always abandon her, right? ?”

I was confused, and it took me a long time to realize that the maid was talking about a story I wrote a long time ago about a rose flower demon who fell in love with a scholar.

Then, several more maids came to ask me about the follow-up development of other stories, and I realized that these maids actually stayed up all night secretly reading the stories I wrote.

For the first time, I know that there are people who want to see the follow-up to the things I made up.

I was overjoyed and quickly asked them how my writing went?
The maids all said it looked great.

When my parents found out, they took away all the manuscripts I wrote.

I thought I would be scolded, so I hid in my room and secretly wiped my tears.

"Xi'er." My mother knocked on my door, walked in and held me in her arms: "Xi'er, you like writing stories, why don't you tell your parents?"

I felt aggrieved: "I'm afraid my parents will scold me for not doing my job properly."

"Silly boy." My mother touched my hair and said softly: "Xi'er, my father and mother have read the story you wrote. It's really good."

I thought I heard wrongly, so I raised my head and looked into my mother's eyes in disbelief. "What? You don't even believe what mother said?" Mother chuckled and pinched my nose: "Your father has already taken your manuscripts to the bookstore for printing. However, the bookstore wants you to give you a pen name. , what do you want to be called?"

After I figured out what my pen name was, I racked my brains and thought about it. After three days, I finally came up with a name - Ye Xi.

My mother asked me why I chose such a name, and I couldn’t explain clearly. I only know that I just like this name.

The stories I wrote before were quickly printed into picture books, and almost everyone in the upper world has a copy.

Some people would come to me with drawing notebooks to ask for follow-up, and my life of writing storybooks began from that point on.

The name Ye Xi also spread in the upper world.

But I gradually discovered that most of the people who bought my story books were just doing it for the sake of my parents.After they didn't come home to my story books, they never looked at them again.

My mood began to become depressed, walking alone in the Valley of Flowers.I thought about it a lot, but I never regretted starting to write a story.

"Xiao Xi'er, why are you unhappy?" A strange old man with white hair and beard suddenly stood in front of me and looked at me with a smile.

I could feel that the strange old man had no ill intentions, so I looked around to make sure that no one else expressed my troubles.

"Grandpa, I like to write picture books, but I found that many people buy my picture books not because of the stories I write, but because of their parents' sake."

"So our little Xi'er is sad?" the strange old man said with a smile.

I nodded, said yes, and looked lonely at the sky in the distance in a daze.

"Xiao Xi'er, if there was a place where people could read the stories you wrote, and those people who read the books could give you their feedback immediately, would you go?"

The strange old man described to me a world completely different from where I live, where there is a profession called Internet writer.Those who like to write stories sit in front of something called a computer and write stories every day.When they publish their stories online, thousands of readers will see them.

The Internet is a virtual world, and those readers will not buy your account just because of your identity.The only reason why readers will like it is that your story is really well written.

The most important thing is that the people there are just like me, they don’t know how to practice and are just ordinary mortals.

After hearing what the strange old man said, I jumped up happily: "Grandpa, I want to go! Can you take me there now?"

But the strange old man scolded me with a straight face: "Xiao Xi'er, how can you trust a stranger's words? What would you do if grandpa is a philanderer?"

I smiled: "Grandpa, you are not a flower girl. I trust my intuition."

Yes, I have super intuition and can sense the good intentions and bad intentions of others.Even if those people who are close to me hide their thoughts deeply, I can still feel that they will be detrimental to me?This talent has also allowed me to avoid more than ten crises.

The strange old man burst out laughing after hearing what I said. His laughter attracted my parents.

The parents even kowtowed to the strange old man and called him ancestor.Only then did I realize that this strange old man was the ancestor of the Leng family that my mother often mentioned.

Today's ancestor of the Leng family has already gone to a higher level.He can appear in Baihua Valley today because of me.

The ancestor explained his intention of taking me away, and although my parents were reluctant to let me go, they still agreed.

I was taken to a blue planet and I was curious about everything here.

I travel with my ancestors every day and learn the knowledge here.

Half a year later, as I was already familiar with online articles, I began to publish works under the name Ye Xi.

Maybe I am really talented in writing. My first book earned me millions in royalties.

Since then, the name Ye Xi has found a place in the online literary world.

In the tenth year of my writing, that is, when I was 24 years old, one day, I found that I had passed through the book and became the vicious female partner in my novel - the best concubine of a powerful minister. (End of chapter)