"What? Is there really something wrong with my mother's sanity?"
"My biggest headache right now is how to persuade my parents to follow us in practice!"
Even if Zhang Xuezhou doesn't trust Ren Shengsheng's judgment, practicing "Yin Yang Great Compassion Nine Heavens Mantra" and "Spiritual Strengthening Chapter" will not bring any harm.
The former can rely on the stimulation of Peiyuan Dan to promote entry, while the latter requires a certain amount of talent, and may also require greater pressure and stimulation to make the spiritual strengthening chapter practice smoothly, and even require the use of pharmaceutical stimulation in the subsequent stages.
Zhang Xuezhou knew very well how to practice these two contents, but how to get Song Fengying and Zhang Weimeng to learn them was a problem.
He constantly communicated with Zhang Manqian on the communication line.
"This matter is too difficult to handle. My parents will definitely not believe in the cultivation techniques you are tinkering with," Zhang Manqian replied, "let alone force them to drink medicine."
"These things are difficult to handle, but what I'm more afraid of is that my parents won't be able to fix them!"
Zhang Xuezhou's response was a little low, which made Zhang Manqian feel heavy.
In Song Fengying's view, the two children are healthy and sunny, but they have extremely high needs for advancement and are even constantly thinking about ways to support their parents' financial advancement.
Zhang Xuezhou replied casually. When he saw the word 'beat to death', he came back to the business he wanted to do.
"You don't understand Dad's current readership market..."
In the end, each of them had their assigned tasks. Zhang Manqian persuaded Song Fengying, while Zhang Xuezhou needed to deal with Zhang Weimeng.
"You can choose meat and vegetables every day, you can eat as much fruit as you want, and you can live in a spacious house. I guarantee you will be satisfied!"
"Aren't you afraid of black fans complaining that your settings are not scientific and logical?" Zhang Xuezhou replied with a smile.
You can't gamble on this kind of thing, and you can't afford it.
"From now on, when you revise chapters on my behalf, you must not send them to the account of 'Jin Yong,' my new author's name is 'Dongfang Shuo,'" Zhang Weimeng said.
"What Sunflower Book?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in surprise.
But for Zhang Xuezhou, who has experienced Jinchang's puppetry, this setting is not too novel.
"Forget it, let's not discuss pen names. Just be careful and don't get beaten to death!"
"As a person who writes martial arts novels, you are incompetent. Can others believe this novel design?" Zhang Xuezhou finally asked.
When Zhang Weimeng euphemistically expressed the time when he was going to Xijing City, he only heard a reminder from the communication that the electronic wallet had arrived.
Seeing Zhang Weimeng's triumphant inquiry, Zhang Xuezhou could only say a few words of praise.
He lost a copy of Demi-Gods and Dragons due to black fans. If he loses another copy, he can only drink the northwest wind.
"I'm too clumsy to learn a little trick like yours," Zhang Weimeng refused.
Zhang Weimeng looked at the content of Zhang Xuezhou's reply, and his already uncertain heart became even more uncertain.
"You are right. People who write martial arts novels cannot perform martial arts with both hands. This is untenable. Even deception and small magic can make me perform two hands!"
And Ren Shengsheng's judgment undoubtedly forced them to explain the situation and even bring their parents to practice together.
In just a few minutes, the new friend was authenticated and Zhang Weimeng's familiar response appeared in the text.
"I am now an advanced student at Canglan Academy. I can eat and drink for free every day, and I also have a salary of three thousand yuan a month. Of course, if you come to the academy to write, I will go to the academy to apply, and maybe I can give you a free
Food and drink quota!”
"Would you like to learn from me the Sunflower Book? Then you will be able to stand firm in front of anti-fans!"
Zhang Weimeng vomited bitterness for a while.
"Dongfang Shuo? If you just change our name in Sudong City into a pen name, will anyone find out?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.
A fake trick to include private goods in the book eventually became a way to seduce Zhang Weimeng, and Zhang Xuezhou felt that things in the world were unpredictable.
"Has the novel world reached this level now?"
"Why are you talking? I haven't even published the book yet. What you said makes me very uneasy!"
"The martial arts I designed is somewhat similar to the little magic trick you played. It is set in..."
Zhang Weimeng collected subscription money from parents the year before, but after the adult examination was over, he began to suffer the backlash.
Cultivation is not easy. Cultivation is not only a matter of money and resources, but also involves qualifications and even age.
"My black fan leader's name is Dongfang Shuo. His prestige among the black fans is already very high, so he can't change his name anymore." Zhang Weimeng said: "And I don't change my name casually. This involves an important character in my book.
This pen name is the result of the combination of characters."
Zhang Xuezhou looked at the video he sent and the title he had given. He felt that Zhang Weimeng would not wait until a few days before clicking on the video and taking a casual look.
"What, you transferred money to me, what do you mean?"
But when he advertised at the Sudong City Awards Ceremony, some parents who didn't like martial arts novels followed suit, and some young readers also jumped in.
"It's easy to learn, and you can do it if you put some effort into it. After I learned the basics, I only learned this for three days. Moreover, our Canglan Academy not only does magic tricks like this, but also sprays water to treat diseases, and you can easily change your appearance. Think about it.
, you should think carefully about whether you want to master these martial arts skills, which may also boost the sales of your martial arts novels. This is a classical book I found in the Canglan Academy library. Not many people use it in practice.
rare……"
"I have decided to create a new author account," Zhang Weimeng replied: "The trumpet account I used has become a black fan. Not only does he wantonly criticize my own books every day, but I also say that I can write such garbage novels casually.
His writing is better than that of "Wen Chao Jin Yong". I vowed in the comment section to write a book to slap "Wen Chao Jin Yong" in the face. Now it has been covered by 9999 people. There should be a group of readers who join in the fun.
Follow me!"
"Don't mess up, otherwise your character will be ruined," Zhang Xuezhou advised.
"Tell me about the design of the Sunflower Book of Martial Arts," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"Shocked, he actually did this to his pants!"
Zhang Xuezhou's response made Zhang Weimeng silent for a few seconds.
Looking at the invitation sent by Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Weimeng felt that when the royalties were paid, he could go to Xijing City to learn about the scenery.
In the past, when there were few people, most of them were readers who loved martial arts novels. He received various praises in his books, and his readership was small but sophisticated.
His level is far from the level of Jinchang who can pierce cowhide casually, but it is enough for a show.
It’s not that Zhang Weimeng doesn’t want to use the author account that he worked diligently to maintain in the past, but that his current author account has become stinky, and the benefits of opening new books are predictably poor.
"Is Professor Ren's judgment accurate?" Zhang Manqian asked, still not believing it.
Zhang Xuezhou threw out bait layer by layer, which made Zhang Weimeng feel that it made sense.
In the comment section of his books, in addition to discussing the plot, there are more people criticizing him.
Zhang Xuezhou and Zhang Manqian were wise enough not to mention genetic fighting skills and training skills, because they were afraid that Song Fengying would be under pressure.
"Dad, hurry up and learn this little craft. You may be the best performer among authors. Maybe you can also create a sensation and make more money writing novels!"
Zhang Xuezhou asked back, which made Zhang Manqian no longer have any hesitation.
In the video, Zhang Xuezhou held the hair in his hand, and the hair turned extremely flexibly in his hand, and finally penetrated the fabric of the pants with the hair.
“Won’t the guy who built the building become a black fan?”
Thinking of his mother-in-law's huge hole in spending money without limits, Zhang Weimeng felt his liver hurt.
He feels that he really has a 'good son' who is unambiguous in urging his parents to make money and strives to be as efficient as possible.
Zhang Xuezhou thought for a long time before taking some video records of himself. Then he added his communication number and sent the video to Zhang Weimeng's communication.
He looked at the five thousand yuan transferred by Zhang Xuezhou, and for a moment he didn't understand why Zhang Xuezhou was so loose.
Training needs to be done as early as possible. It is unrealistic to expect people in their forties to achieve anything great in practice, and the requirements mentioned by Ren Shengsheng are still extremely high. Even for Song Fengying and Zhang Weimeng, the time left in their lives is not much.
.
"Mom will be in Xijing City these days. I'll go bug her!"
"When did you practice the Sunflower Book?"
If you are used to seeing swords fighting each other, needlework will indeed bring you a sense of novelty.
When Zhang Weimeng was in a bad mood, he saw Zhang Xuezhou sending another message.
In Song Fengying's opinion, a huge sum of six million was the one-time fee for them to enter a high-end nursing institution.
Zhang Weimeng was talking eloquently, while Zhang Xuezhou was absent-mindedly watching Zhang Weimeng's long speech.
"I'm telling you, I am now the leader of the gangsters, and I have nearly ten thousand construction workers under my sect, and they all agree with me!"
"This is the next novel I am preparing, called Swordsman, in which there is a character named Dongfang Bubai. She is very good at killing people with needle and thread," Zhang Weimeng replied.
"Free food and drink?"
"Isn't it just a setting?" Zhang Weimeng wondered: "It's normal to have your own setting when writing novels!"
The most troublesome thing is that young students did not discover Zhang Xuezhou's ability to excel in the adult examination from his martial arts novels. Instead, they fell into the temptation of extracurricular novels, resulting in mediocre performance in the adult examination.
"You have to bring a needle to kill people. It's too bad, Jinchang... But Jinchang can't do it either. His kind of puppet silk is too expensive. Without it, it's useless. This needle and thread can be used to kill people locally, so it's not useless.
usefulness!"
"The profit is not enough, it is not enough if it is not completed," Zhang Weimeng said: "A group of readers said that if I want to write about classical martial arts, I should write it well. Interspersing it with "Tong Lao Qiu Shui Wu Ya Zi" is simply anti-human. It doesn't look like sword martial arts at all. In my book
There are all kinds of comments in it, so I can’t write anything anymore.”
"Do you dare to bet?"
"Is The Eight Parts of Demi-Gods coming to an end?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.
The top master set by Zhang Weimeng uses needle and thread to kill people manually, which is indeed an innovation in classical martial arts novels.
"real or fake?"
“If you don’t believe me, come and take a look!”
In order to bring his father ashore for treatment of possible mental illness, Zhang Xuezhou also coaxed and lied.
He didn't believe it. His whole family was a master sequencer, and he and Zhang Manqian couldn't even bring their parents ashore.