"I am a student of Qingshan Academy and I have met Mr."
Seeing the injury on the old man's wrist, he remembered what the old man had just said, and his heart trembled, but he still bowed respectfully. He also discovered that, despite the old man's appearance of falling down after being blown by the wind, he was not very strong.
A low-level transcendent. Otherwise, he would not be alive now if he looked like this.
"Qingshan Academy...you, you are the gentleman in the academy."
Feeling the literary spirit emanating from Su Wen, the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with starry light: "He is a man with great knowledge..."
"Don't dare, don't dare..."
Su Wen quickly became humble and got to the point: "Old sir, I'm lost here. I don't know how to get out?"
"here……"
When the old man heard Su Wen's words, he looked confused: "This place... looks like my former residence... but it was dilapidated and abandoned many years ago..."
At this point, he shook his head repeatedly and breathed heavily, but he pinched his throat, suppressed the phlegm, exhaled hissingly, and said slowly: "Ah... what's the use of thinking about the past?"
Sir, I have a heartfelt request..."
"Old sir, please tell me."
Seeing that the old man couldn't explain clearly, Su Wen didn't dare to ask in detail. The longer he stood next to the old man, the more terrifying Su Wen felt that the old man's extraordinary power was more terrifying. He had seen what Qian Haoran did when he confronted Luan Anmin.
The aura released by Qian Haoran, who was full of fighting spirit, was not as scary as the old man beside him.
This means that the old man may be stronger than Qian Haoran.
Su Wen was even more certain that "The Silver Screen Chrysanthemum" was written by this old man! In other words, the person who pulled him into this world was the old man in front of him!
In front of the real master, it was impossible for Su Wen to say that he was not afraid. But at this time, fear was useless, and it seemed that the other party did not mean to harm him, so he could naturally be calmer.
"I also read Confucian classics in the early years, but in the end I had an impetuous personality and failed to awaken my literary spirit, so I wasted half my life..."
When the old man mentioned the past, his tone seemed to be full of regret.
"Later, I also switched to Mohism, Legalism, and even political strategists, but they failed to understand the path of sages, accomplished nothing, and even lost their family fortune... In the end, I could only make a living by writing scripts..."
Speaking of this, the old man sighed: "I write some small things that ordinary people like to hear and see, but after all, the writing skills are poor and it is difficult to achieve success. Sometimes I can't even eat..."
Su Wen nodded slightly, feeling heavy.
"But... who said that only the classics of sages can educate the people? I also want to write something so that the ordinary people who cannot awaken to the literary spirit can have some insights, know good and evil, understand integrity and shame, and be filial to their brothers... so I wrote it.
"The Silver Screen Chrysanthemum"... Since the young gentleman is a Confucian gentleman, can you take the time to look through my bad works and correct them?"
The old man's eyes were full of expectation.
"The old man is being humble... From a distance, students can see that this place is surrounded by culture and must be home to great sages. The old man's works must be masterpieces that will be remembered for generations. It is a blessing for me to have the opportunity to see them..."
Su Wen suppressed the turmoil in his heart and spread all kinds of flattery for free in order to survive.
"Young gentleman, I've given you a prize... I'm scared, I'm scared..."
The old man was saying "praise", but he couldn't close his lips.
Su Wen knew that his flattery skills had some effect, at least the old man was in a good mood.
The hut was simple and simple. When Su Wen entered, he found that there was nothing else but a wooden bed, a low couch, and a simple bookshelf.
There are several crudely printed books on the bookshelf, and there are also stacks of bamboo slips. Judging from the uneven appearance of the bamboo slips, they must have been made by the old man himself.
On the low couch were several thick stacks of rough-edged yellow paper, with small characters written on both sides. A rough stone inkstone and a few bald brushes on a green bamboo pen holder were all the old man's writing possessions.
"It's really poor..."
Su Wen's voice was dry.
How is this poverty? This is a model of abject poverty... In reality, the old man lived such a hard life, and then wrote such a majestic world of text?
"Little sir, please take a look..."
With trembling hands, the old man picked up a stack of manuscripts from the low couch, held them in both hands, and handed them to Su Wen.
Su Wen followed the old man's gaze and looked towards the low couch, and saw a living thing lying on the stone inkstone.
Seeing the living creature, Su Wen's eyes hurt and he almost shed tears.
That's a fish!
A fish covered in black and ink lies on the stone inkstone.
When Su Wen saw this strange fish, the strange fish was also staring at him coldly.
Su Wen suddenly shuddered.
Just by looking at each other, he was sure that this strange fish knew his true identity!
"It's forbidden!"
Although there is no evidence, Su Wen can conclude that the taboo object that created the newspaper "Jiangnan Weird Tales" is this strange fish!
The strange fish seemed to have mockery in its eyes. It did not move at this time because it knew that Su Wen was still under its control.
Since Su Wen couldn't run away and couldn't harm his owner, it naturally didn't bother to pay attention to Su Wen.
"Little sir?!"
Seeing that Su Wen seemed to be absent-minded, the old man asked.
"Ah, oh..."
Su Wen quickly took the manuscript and explained: "The old man's life is really poor. This situation made the students deeply moved and filled with emotion."
"Just get used to it..."
The old man stared at the manuscript in Su Wen's hand eagerly, but he didn't care much about his own experience.
Su Wen had no choice but to bite the bullet and start flipping through the manuscript that the old man had painstakingly compiled.
Su Wen scanned two lines and determined that the old man was the author of "Yin Ping Ju".
However, the content of the draft is more detailed than the content serialized in "Gangnam Strange Tales", and the wording and sentences are more exquisite. Some of the plots are similar, but in terms of expression, the manuscript is more appropriate.
"It turns out that forbidden objects cannot be completely restored to the work..."
Su Wen understood in his heart.
Looking further down, Su Wen discovered that not only did Strange Fish not completely restore the work, but it also added some mysterious factors and made certain deletions to the plot.
However, it cannot be said that the changes are not good. It can even be said that if this article is used to cater to the people in the market, it will become more popular after the changes.
"Good writing, good writing!"
Su Wen could read ten lines at a time, but he could remember the content and praised it frequently.
"What's so good about it?"
Hearing Su Wen's praise, the old man's withered face actually glowed with a trace of red, as if his energy and energy had recovered a lot.
"The ruthless exposure of the world, the lashing of the decayed world, the painting of skin and bones, and the deepest penetration of wood!"
Su Wen naturally did not hesitate to give enthusiastic comments. To be fair, the storybook written by the old man was worthy of his praise.
This is a great book!
"This book will definitely go down in history and be famous throughout the ages!"
Su Wen was so emotional.
"Would it be misunderstood by the world...after all, after all..."
The old man rubbed his hands and hesitated to speak. After all, what he wrote was really shocking or unspeakable.
"Those who develop a heart of compassion after reading this book are Bodhisattvas; those who develop a heart of fear are a gentleman; those who develop a heart of joy are a villain; those who have a mind that takes effect from the Dharma are like beasts."
Su Wen directly jumped into the evaluation of "The Plum in the Golden Vase" with a serious look on his face.
"...Is it really...so?"
When the old man heard this, his voice trembled.
"of course……"
Su Wen sighed again: "It must be a classic handed down from generation to generation..."
"That's good...that's good!"
The old man shed tears. Didn't he spend his whole life just to write such an immortal work? Now that someone is so sure of his work, it is enough to comfort this life.
Su Wen's meaning was still unfinished, and he sighed again: "The paper is full of absurd words, and there are a handful of bitter tears, all of which say that the author is crazy. Who can understand the meaning?"
When the poems in the preface to Cao Xueqin's "The Story of the Stone" came out from Su Wen's mouth, the old man couldn't hold himself any longer. He fell to the ground, beat his chest and cried: "Sir, you know that I..."
"Old sir, please get up quickly..."
Su Wen also felt that the heat was enough and he had said so many good things. It was time to tell the old man that his taboo object was causing trouble, and it was proper for him to restrain himself and then quickly send himself out of the world in the book.
"What a pity...it's too late! It's too late!"
The more Su Wen comforted him, the more the old man cried. Su Wen also felt that the surrounding environment seemed to become weirder. Among other things, in this black and white world, the light was getting darker and darker. He raised his head and looked outside. , good guy, the heavy lead cloud above his head is slowly falling. Deep in the dark clouds, countless monsters with ferocious faces poked their heads out and roared silently at him!
"The situation is a bit wrong..."
Su Wen's heart skipped a beat.
He originally thought that the old man would be very happy that he had given such a high evaluation to "Yin Ping Chrysanthemum" and should not have any hostility towards him. However, judging from the surrounding environment, his situation was worse than that of being smelled and smelled. Ping'er was much worse when he was chasing him.
Su Wen was a little anxious: "Old sir...why is it too late? And...what is going on outside?"
The old man just beat his chest and cried loudly, paying no attention to what Su Wen said.
In this situation, Su Wen really wanted to say something: "Save it, old man, what you wrote is rubbish, don't cry..."
It's just that he really didn't dare to say such words. After all, in a world conceived by others, wouldn't he be courting death by being so rude to others?!
He glanced at the strange fish on the stone inkstone and became even more wary. He suspected that this taboo was responsible. He took advantage of the old man's changing mood and caused a storm in the world of the book.
"You said... it would be great if, when I was promoted to Sequence Six, someone could know about this book of mine and someone could give me a good name?"
The old man stopped howling at this time, and his voice sounded eerie.
Su Wen's heart skipped a beat again.
At this moment, he suddenly thought that there seemed to be something wrong with his thinking. The real monster... might not be the forbidden monster fish, but the old man in front of him who looked like a walking corpse!
"Old man, celebrities and celebrities since ancient times have often had bad luck and misfortunes, but time will give them justice, and history will record their good names..."
"you are lying!"
The old man's face was distorted and he glared at Su Wen.
Su Wen saw that the old man's cloudy eyes gradually turned dark and deep, and eventually turned into two dry holes, like old wells that had been abandoned and decayed for many years.