The woman frowned and looked at the middle-aged man who walked in the door.
Each of the manuscripts I submitted last month can be said to be the work of my own painstaking efforts.
How could it be crap?
Especially the book "Senior Brother, Fall in Love with Me Quickly" and its companion book "How to Make a Cold Junior Sister Fall in Love with Me".
When I wrote these two books, I devoted myself wholeheartedly to them. Every character I portrayed was filled with all my complex emotions.
He curled his lips, looked at the middle-aged man and muttered:
"How much did it cost in total?"
The middle-aged man quickly took out a bag of spiritual stones from the storage ring in his hand and said:
"Ah! A total of 2,650 spirit stones were sold."
"Among them, this technique is a little more expensive, costing 500 spirit stones."
"The trouble, Fairy Liu, is not that your handwriting is bad, but that the current environment for cultivating immortals is no longer what it used to be."
"How many cultivating students are there in each session in the entire twenty-one states? Now in order to make full efforts to get to that 985.211, each one is very involved."
"How can I have time to read those romance novels?"
"The book "The Protagonist Must Practice Kung Fu" you wrote is pretty good! I'll write more about that kind of Kung Fu in the future."
"There are so many martial arts in this world, who knows if they are real?"
The woman didn't care at all about this.
However, I was surprised when the exercise book I wrote blindly was sold.
If I had known that I could make money so easily, why would I have to stay in a hut with my hands next to me day and night?
I don’t know which unlucky person has read that book. I hope everyone is okay.
Liu Xianzi felt that she should not write books behind closed doors like this. She should keep up with current events. She should not always say that tradition has declined. She should look for the reasons within herself, so she asked:
"What book is selling the most on Shushengzhai's bestseller list now?"
"Just give me two books to read."
The middle-aged man thought for a while and said:
"Ang! There is a book called "How to Cultivate Immortality with Eyes Closed" that is very popular."
"And that one "How to let others help you cultivate immortality!"
"If you ask me, Fairy Liu, why don't you just write a book called "I Can Cultivate Immortality by Accepting Disciples", and let's follow suit..."
"Next month, many sects will be recruiting new people. Let's go and make a lot of money. There is no need to go to sects like the Sword Sect. Anyway, there won't be many people this year. According to my father and I,
Each term is less and less..."
The middle-aged man muttered, and seeing that Fairy Liu seemed to have bought some patience, he quickly spoke again:
"Okay, I will leave the spirit stone here for the fairy. If you need anything, just let me know."
The middle-aged man turned around and left the room.
Fairy Liu looked at the door that returned to darkness again and thought for a while.
The jade hand picked up the pen, swung it with a big stroke, and wrote a few bright characters!
——[I can cultivate immortality by accepting a disciple]
Then he looked at his crooked handwriting and nodded with satisfaction:
"What Uncle Li said makes sense."
"This technique has the potential to become a big fire!"
...
Xiao Ruoqing looked at the fonts of dragons, dragons and snakes in front of her, and her whole soul seemed to be immersed in them.
While watching, he nodded in admiration from time to time.
That makes sense!
Sir, you have great talent!
A book with such connotation and depth is something I have only now come across.
Just like this sentence [The so-called luck cultivation method is simply called jumping off a cliff and not dying, but you will have good fortune later]
[The so-called protagonist should have the ambition to dominate the world and be heroic and courageous.]
【......】
Xiao Ruoqing just kept flipping through this mysterious skill book.
For a long time.
A question has always been buried in my heart.
His eyes stared at the growing holes in his stockings.
Why did my master give me this book?
Did he discover something?
If this is really the case, he has hidden it too deeply!
Moreover, what does this book mean that it may be damaged due to some indescribable reasons?
I have been reading it for so long, but this is a very ordinary book? What does that sentence mean?
Shaking her head gently, Xiao Ruoqing sighed, turned the last page, and read the words above:
[I really didn’t expect anyone to be bored enough to turn to the last page!]
【Does it look good? Hehe, I made it up.】
[You don’t really believe it, do you? Son of luck? 】
[Give up, child, this path of cultivating immortality is not suitable for you.]
[Can you pick up exercises by jumping off a cliff? Is your ancestral grave buried? 】
[My suggestion is that you daydream somewhere else.]
[Aren’t you convinced? Why are you pouting!? Do you want to hit me? 】
【......】
Xiao Ruoqing looked at the words on the book expressionlessly, and then moved very gently, showing her ladylike style.
Qiu Shui's eyes contained three parts of ruthlessness, three parts of coldness, three parts of anger, and one part of regret.
No place with words was left out.
This tenacious book has endured many hardships and evolved into white pieces of paper, gently scattered around the rocking chair.
The mountains were undulating gently, and his face couldn't hide his blush, but he looked more annoyed.
Damn Su Bei!
He must have done it on purpose!
Absolutely!
Then a cold sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth involuntarily, and she picked up the sword manual that had been sitting on her belly for a long time.
"Good Master."
"You are heartless, don't blame me for being unrighteous!"
"..."
...
Su Bei soared through the clouds and mist, and slowly arrived at the mountain peak where Wenren Pingxin was with his hands behind his back.
While flying, I suddenly saw the second senior brother instructing a group of male disciples on how to play swords.
Then he said hello casually:
"Hello, Second Senior Brother! Hello, everyone!"
Looking at the Sword Sect disciples who are only one or two hundred years old, sweating their youth in the scorching sun, I can't help but feel a little sad in my heart.
Why!
Who hasn’t come from a young age?
Xi Qingyi glanced at Su Bei who was doing nothing and snorted coldly.
He severely beat a disciple who looked at Su Bei with stars in his eyes.
"Practice me well! No one else is handsome. No matter how hard I am, will I be able to do it in the future?"
Su Bei had a look of doubt on his face.
Why does this have to do with me?
And what is Xi Qingyi doing with a stern face? He didn’t steal his daughter!
baffling.
He shook his head and disappeared.
...
Sunlight transmits through the patterned windows and shines through the curtains.
Wenren Pingxin was wearing a light green moiré nightgown, with her hair hanging loosely behind her, lying lazily on the bed, yawning.
As she gently raised her hand, she scratched her back, and her charming movements slightly outlined the graceful curves. Her slender, white and tender legs were slightly curled up, her skin could be broken by blowing, and her charming and lazy expression was naturally revealed.
That pair of strong capital stood upright and unscrupulously, seeming to declare their majesty to the world!
Suddenly her consciousness moved and she noticed someone flying towards her mountain peak.
Wenren Pingxin blinked his eyes, a look of doubt frowned between his eyebrows, and his red lips opened slightly:
"Xiao Beibei?"
"If you don't teach his little apprentice, why do you want me to do it?"
She casually tightened her light green nightgown, and after a moment's hesitation, she put on a long gown to cover up Xiong Qian's wantonness.
Although I watched him grow up, he is still his junior brother after all.
...
ps: Many thanks to Qingfeng for worrying and paying for the monthly ticket!