"Um?"
The shopkeeper discovered something strange early in the morning. He didn't know which group of people were fighting there last night. Anyway, they were just a fight between gods. There was no need to pay attention to them and no need to interfere. Their levels were too different.
However, he sensed an unusual movement in the long river of literary energy, and it should be the great master of the academy. As for who the other person was
He didn't know either, he just sensed the sharp and piercing sword energy, which meant that the swordsman must be a very powerful swordsman.
After all, the great master of the library is also a very powerful Confucian scholar with high attainments in literature, and he alone protects half of the small town.
The reason why he is jokingly called a not-so-powerful Mr. is that he once had a fight with the big boss of a bookstore and one of his hands was pinned to the ground and hammered, so he calls himself a not-so-powerful Confucian scholar.
A swordsman who can fight with him without dying is definitely a powerful swordsman.
The swordsman is full of pride, his white clothes are as white as snow, he kills without blinking an eye and leaves no trace even within a thousand miles.
Alas, such a person, especially such a top swordsman, is simply not something that someone like him can get in touch with.
The shopkeeper was just curious about one thing. He tilted his head to look at Russell's desk and found that the paper that had only a few lines on it last night was now full of paper.
He looked at Russell in surprise, picked up the piece of paper, and studied it carefully for a few times. "The protagonist Han Li... the name is a bit stupid."
"Country boy... you still want to cultivate immortality?"
"Qi Xuan Men... Humph, a reckless man practicing martial arts."
"Doctor Mo, taking over another's body... You are indeed a fool. Your mind is unstable and you are forcibly taking over another's body. This is a taboo in cultivation."
"The little green bottle... It's just so-so. You can get it by reciting two poems."
"Qi Refining Level 4, this guy is going to die, eh, he's gone?"
The shopkeeper looked at the blank page at the back and was completely confused. How could this thing end at the most interesting part
He slapped the table and suddenly remembered that this thing seemed to be written by the newcomer.
Well, it’s okay, a little better than the story of the fox scholar.
The shopkeeper put the paper on the table and returned to his seat, his eyes always glancing towards the corridor until Russell came over. Then he gave him a warning as if nothing had happened.
"Russell, you are going to write a book, so you should write it seriously and don't be lazy."
"oh!"
Half an hour later.
"Remember to write your book, don't play around, the worst thing to do is to give up halfway."
"I know."
An hour later.
“Write a book!”
"Uh-huh."
Two hours later.
"Write a book..."
The shopkeeper wanted to chop Russell to pieces with a knife. How could he write a book? Couldn’t he write 100,000 words in a day
I see you played from morning to afternoon, and you didn't write a single word. Are you ashamed
Russell looked at the shopkeeper strangely, feeling that there was something wrong with the shopkeeper today.
He lay on the table and continued to think about his plan for his pornographic book, grinding ink and accumulating ink.
And somewhere, a little book demon was rolling vigorously on the white paper. Each roll was a large piece, each roll was a large line, and he wrote much faster.
But there are also side effects.
The little book demon rolled out of the white paper and fell on the ground with his butt. His head turned around and he spat out a large mouthful of ink.
Then he let out another "wow" and uttered seven or eight words, which were printed on the ground.
Her little eyes were full of tears and she almost cried.
It's just a book demon, a poor little demon. It was captured by some bad guy yesterday, forced to work, and not given any food.
You have to write 100,000 words a day!
One hundred thousand words! Each time I roll the paper, I can write twenty words. I have to roll it nearly five thousand times.
"Wow!"
The book demon suddenly fell to the ground, motionless, looking as aggrieved as a baby.
Russell felt a little embarrassed. It was indeed immoral to exploit a little thing like this.
He lightly tapped his fingers and tried to input a little magic power, but the book demon was still listless, half of its body lying on the ground, and ink was still spitting out of its mouth.
Russell panicked.
This little thing is great. It can write books the fastest, 100,000 words a day, which is much faster than my paper man who can write several thousand words a night.
We can't let it fall!
Russell immediately looked at the shopkeeper. This shopkeeper was knowledgeable and should know how to raise a little book demon, right
"Boss, I heard that the master of the library had a fight with someone yesterday?"
"Why are you curious about this?" The shopkeeper was easy to talk to. There weren't many people in the bookstore, so he started chatting. "I don't know where this ruthless guy came from. Maybe he's an enemy of the master's family. Not only did he steal his things, he also humiliated him, so the two of them started fighting."
The battle between two great masters was explosive news, and it quickly spread throughout the city.
Bookstores were no exception. The shopkeepers didn't go out, so the scholars brought the news themselves, and even added fuel to the fire, gossiping all kinds of things.
Some said that the handsome swordsman ran away with the master's sister-in-law, causing the master to chase him for three thousand miles.
Some said that the swordsman was the master's rival in love and liked the master's daughter. He wanted to snatch her away yesterday and told her about his lovesickness, but the master angrily rebuked him and chased him with a sword.
Some say that the swordsman is a lovesick man who has been living with a fox for a lifetime. When he has nothing to do, they would fight for three thousand rounds. However, he was killed by the master, so he came to seek revenge, and a shocking battle broke out.
Others said that the swordsman and the great master were husband and wife in their previous life. The great master died of illness, and the swordsman was heartbroken. He drew his sword and committed suicide to follow the great master.
As a result, they were born into the wrong families and were reincarnated as men. The swordsman awakened and regained his memories of his past life. He wanted to get Mr. Da back, but Mr. Da ignored him and even fought with him. It was truly a tragedy in this world.
…
The shopkeeper became more and more excited as he talked, and Russell's face became darker and darker. How could such a serious matter become more and more gossipy and weird as it was spread
No one cared about the outcome of last night, but some people heard that the great master went to the Wensheng Temple to kneel down.
Maybe he lost the fight and was too embarrassed to face people.
Maybe it was a draw, so we asked for a better writer.
Having literary implements in hand can improve one's character as much as it can improve his quality of life.
This news was useful. Russell's eyes lit up when he heard it, and a bad idea immediately came to his mind.
The master is not at home, the little book demon is weak and powerless, hehe...
"The great master has left. What will happen to his school?"
Russell asked casually.
"Let his little book demons take charge temporarily. Anyway, those scholars have no literary talent and can't have any bad intentions. They can only be beaten."
"What do those book monsters eat? Aren't they hungry?"
"Book monsters must be feeding on literary energy, such as the works of great scholars, ancient books, and the like."
The shopkeeper touched his chin and thought for a while, "Master is a half-step great scholar. It is easy for him to raise a few book monsters with his literary energy."
After saying this, he paused and coughed deliberately.
"Little Russell, remember to write a book. You have to be diligent. If you don't work hard, how can you sleep well if you write 200,000 words a day?"
Russell: …
"I know, I know."
…
the next day.
"Have you heard? Have you heard? The great master's academy was robbed. Not only were the book monsters stolen, but even the precious calligraphy and paintings were taken away. The great master stamped his feet and cursed Li Bai, saying, 'You are a piece of shit.'"
"Haha, this is so interesting. Mr. Big has come to this day too."
Russell in the corner touched his nose and said, "You are right, this was done by Li Bai, it has nothing to do with him."
ps: Six thousand two hundred words today.