"The story of a fox demon and a scholar is really old-fashioned!"
Russell spread the paper on the table and thought for a while. "My new book is different. That stuff is too vulgar. Mortals cultivating immortality is much better than demons and monsters falling in love."
When he picked up the pen, he was indeed a little hesitant. "A Mortal's Journey to Immortality" was really too long. Would anyone really read it
What if it fails
Russell pondered quietly for a while, and suddenly a good idea came to his mind. Why not write some stories about the Spring and Autumn Period in it? Wouldn't that make people like it
I have a friend who likes to read such scenes in books, and it would be best if he could also draw some pictures with different poses and colors.
He just didn't believe that these ancient people could withstand it and their sexual interest wouldn't increase.
The more Russell thought about it, the more he thought it was feasible. He picked up his pen and began to write slowly on the paper. As soon as he started writing, he discovered the problem. The paper was too small, or to be more precise, the characters were too big.
If you want to write several million words, how much will it cost
It takes so many words to write the name of Liu Huangshu that Guan Erye would not only blush, but would probably vomit blood and die.
On this side, while Russell was working hard on his novel, the book students in the bookstore were discussing the recent strange things.
Russell hadn't noticed it at first. After all, he was already at the seventh level of Earth Master. No matter which level he was at, he would be a master. Why did he need to care about these weird things
What can we do about the strange things these weak scholars say
At most, they are just some small female ghosts, not even enough for Russell to fill his teeth.
He now has only one goal, which is to get the big boss of the bookstore out first, then go out and find two big monsters to practice his boxing and kicking, and then go back to Maoshan to practice his Golden Wheel.
That thing is a powerful weapon for fighting monsters, you must practice it well!
This is the bond of light!
When Russell heard the word "book demon", his eyes lit up instantly. If he caught this thing, why should he still write
He had a dream since he was a child, that is, to let books write by themselves. It would be great if he could write 100,000 words a day without having to write.
As for whether the book demon is willing to move
It’s okay, Uncle Simu. I told him a truth a long time ago: dogs will become obedient if they are beaten.
The same principle should apply to book demons.
He pricked up his ears and listened carefully. It was a shameful thing to say, but it has been said since ancient times that books contain golden houses and beautiful women.
Although this is hell, there are similar sayings.
Just two days ago, Mr. Zhou from the academy always had a pale face and unsteady steps, but he was not seen going to the Shangchun Tower. There were no women in his house, so some scholars boldly went to peep at him in the middle of the night.
I was surprised to find Mr. Zhou sleeping on the bed, holding a book in his arms and fighting in the void.
What a fight in the void!
Russell's face was extremely weird. He was fighting Mr. Zhou in the void. Your predecessors, the grassroots hero Xu Hanwen, the ghost gentleman Ning Caichen, the insect-controlling fairy master Luo Shiyi, the riding fairy Jun Niulang, the sleeping fairy Shangshu Dong Yong, the spider knight second in command, Lu Xiaoqian by chance, the rabbit-riding sea god Tang San, and the thief Ning Que sent congratulatory messages.
You did something that ordinary people dare not do!
The scholar continued to preach. It was a dark and windy night, and the peeping man saw that the book had transformed into a beautiful woman, smiling at him strangely.
He suddenly screamed in fright, attracting the surrounding neighbors to look.
Mr. Zhou's reputation was instantly ruined and he moved out overnight, taking his beautiful wife with him.
The library was furious, thinking that such obscene things could happen in a place where people were taught and educated, so they searched all the books in its collection.
Surprisingly, more than a dozen psychic book monsters were found among the thousands of books in the collection. Not only that, most of them were from the Spring and Autumn Period and judging from the marks, they were still brand new.
The book monster has spiritual power and can only become spiritual if it keeps company with people for a long time. That is to say, the number of people who read Spring and Autumn Annals is much greater than those who read serious books, so it has become spiritual.
When this happened, the great master of the library was so angry that he gnashed his teeth and gave an order to drive those book monsters away.
Only a few good book monsters were left in the library, and they were placed on the table every day to supervise the students' reading.
It just so happened that the previous teacher, Mr. Zhou, ran away, and left Shu Yao as his replacement, without even having to pay him.
All the great teachers in the library laughed happily.
This world seems to value literary spirit, and scholars are good at cultivating a sense of righteousness. Although the gentleman is not a very powerful Confucian scholar, it is still easy for him to get rid of some little monsters who have just become psychic.
When the scholars talked about this matter, they didn't think it was disgraceful, but they felt very regretful that they had never noticed the psychic book monster while studying there.
According to reliable sources, those book monsters are all peerless beauties with charming figures, good at singing and dancing, and very beautiful.
Alas, when talking about this, everyone couldn't help sighing and patting their chests to show their unwillingness. If they were better, they would have become the Imperial Messenger.
"Scholars, how can this be so disrespectful!"
The shopkeeper couldn't stand it anymore, so he slapped the table with a sound like thunder, which instantly shook the whole bookstore. The scholars were startled and dared not speak for a moment.
Russell looked at the shopkeeper thoughtfully. This intimidation and this ability to calm the mind were very strange.
Is this literary style
As if he noticed Russell peeping there, the shopkeeper turned around and glared at him, "What are you looking at? Write your novel well. You can't write about foxes and scholars, so wouldn't it be fine if you write about fairies and mortals?"
"Mortals and fairies?"
I have experience with this. The man must be on top and the woman must be on the bottom. If the woman is on top, she might crush the man to death in an instant.
It’s best if it’s a mortal and a fairy, but never a god and a mortal. Such stories are very rare.
Why
Russell realized this problem when he recalled the time when he had mastered his physical training and was able to urinate through a wall thirty meters away.
The ancients had thought of this a long time ago, what great wisdom!
He bit the pen and pondered quietly, wondering what kind of article he should write about Uncle Liu that would be earth-shattering.
Even though he had read countless books, he still felt a little embarrassed at this moment because there were too many good ones.
Alas, that's not right!
Russell slapped his head suddenly. He came here intending to write about a mortal's cultivation of immortality, but how come he ended up thinking of writing about the emperor's uncle
It’s all the fault of those dishonest scholars outside. Yes, it’s all their fault.
Russell wrote here from time to time. People outside came and went in waves. Time passed quickly and it was dark again soon.
He looked at the sky, walked straight to the kitchen, and began to prepare today's dinner. After all, eating is not shabby.
As soon as he left, the shopkeeper came over leisurely with his hands behind his back, looked at the words on the paper, smiled and left.
Young people are young after all and don’t know how to grasp the market.
Vixen is the king!
You can play with its ears and tail, its fur is soft, and its body is pliable.
The shopkeeper shook his head, walked away with small steps, leaving behind a sigh full of regret.
After all, he is a young man. He doesn’t know the good of foxes and he just wants to cultivate immortality.
Tsk…