Hearing people muttering that the house of the great teacher of the academy had been robbed, Russell couldn't help but touch his nose with guilt.
Two nights ago, the two of them had a fight. To be honest, this great gentleman is very knowledgeable and powerful.
Unfortunately, that person was just a paper figure, and the master was successfully fooled by the simplest strategy of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west.
Especially when the great gentleman smashed the paper man, snatched back the little book demon, and went home to see that it was lost by another book demon, he was stunned in an instant.
No matter how well-educated or how magnanimous he was, he couldn't help but stamp his feet. If other people were killed, it would be fine.
But he is a well-read gentleman, a half-step great scholar, and he couldn't even notice this little loneliness. What's the difference between him and Mr. Zhou who fought chickens in the void
Shame on the literati!
The great master sighed deeply to the sky and went directly to the Temple of the Sage of Literature, hoping to call on the power of the literati to find the hateful thief.
But is it so easy to mobilize the talents of a scholar
This treasure is comparable to a magic weapon of the gods. It is usually offered by thousands of students. It is condensed in the long river of literary energy and cannot be used except at the critical moment of life and death.
The gentleman knelt there for a whole day and night and finally calmed down. But when he returned home, he was furious again.
The little thief came again and not only stole all his book monsters, but also stole a lot of his classics.
"Don't wait for me to find you!!!"
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Russell was unaware of Mr. Big's madness at this time. He was still contentedly training his little book demon.
This little thing I picked up is really great. It doesn't require any wages, and I'm very hardworking. I work in three shifts a day and have steadily completed 100,000 words.
Look, "A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality" is nearly 300,000 words long, and the shopkeeper was so stunned by reading it that he kept his fortune-telling tools on the cabinet all day long, and when he had nothing to do, he would tell fortunes every half an hour.
If it's fierce, hiss, who is plotting against me behind my back? Run away quickly.
If it's auspicious, hiss, this guy has great magical powers, I can't even calculate a single trace of him, it's so scary, I have to run away quickly.
If Russell had not been quick enough to grab the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper would have run away and no one knew where he had gone to live in the countryside under an assumed name.
That’s not all. I hold a small green bottle all day long and write poems on it with a pen. Wildfires cannot burn it all, and it will grow again with the spring breeze.
The shopkeeper is also a scholar. Although he is not as good as the great teachers in the academy, he is also a powerful figure in the eyes of scholars. The poems he writes are naturally literary and his writing is inspired.
That small bottle inexplicably gained the ability to give birth to spiritual creatures.
Well, that's really good.
At least I can eat a lot of seasonal vegetables these two days. As for other herbs
Don't even think about it then.
If the shopkeeper could do it so easily, Han Li would probably be so angry that he would jump into the Yellow Maple Valley and die as soon as he landed.
This situation continued for several days, making everyone in the store nervous, and Russell's book became an instant hit.
As a result, he became a famous scholar in the area, which made Russell feel relieved. At least he didn't have to write about Xiao Huang to increase his fame.
It is unexpected that "A Mortal's Journey to Immortality" has become so popular. Perhaps it has a lot to do with the fast update speed. He writes 100,000 words a day. Even Eagle Comes would shed tears silently.
But the boss of the bookstore remained motionless and there was no relevant movement at all.
Russell gradually became impatient. After all, he had been here for almost seven days, and most importantly, there was no news at all. When would this day end
I admire the guy who has stayed for three years the most. How did he manage to stay there
Russell secretly decided in his heart that after he finished writing "Mortals", if there was no news from the boss, he would return to Maoshan.
You must never be a eunuch author.
The peaceful days in the bookstore lasted for a long time. The shopkeeper became more and more nervous. He set up formations all over the bookstore, hung magic weapons all over his body, and stuck talismans on his chest. Russell felt a little uneasy and kept a close eye on him.
I was afraid that he would run away thousands of miles away if he had a disagreement with me.
This day seemed a little different.
The shop assistant had just opened the door when some poor scholars, who had been waiting outside, swarmed in.
Another hour later, a group of people in black uniforms with knives in their hands rushed into the store aggressively.
The leader was fierce and shouted directly, "Where is the shopkeeper?"
The shopkeeper who was collecting the bills suddenly lowered his head and slapped the table. Countless magic arrays lit up. Russell's eyelids jumped and he exerted force with his feet. The lit magic arrays were instantly shattered.
The shopkeeper stood there in a daze until the leader asked again, and then he suddenly realized, "Sir, I am the shopkeeper of this bookstore."
The leader looked at him and nodded directly, "Routine inspection, have you seen any strangers, weirdos, or bad guys in the store recently?"
"No, no."
The leader nodded, turned around, waved his hand, and was about to leave with his men.
He was also an old acquaintance of this bookstore. After all, he came here often to inspect it. The owner was also a cultured man, not a monster, and just an ordinary person.
But he walked a few steps, then turned back and looked Russell up and down, "Who is this boy? I've never seen him before."
As soon as these words came out, his men slowly reached for the long swords at their waists. There were many demons and monsters in this world. If you judge by their faces and ages, they would have died countless times.
The shopkeeper quickly explained, "This is the boss's distant nephew. He came to live with the boss and has been here for nearly seven or eight days. He is an honest and decent man."
The boss’s distant nephew
The leading man looked serious and didn't dare to ask more questions. The big boss was the best master in the town and was very powerful.
He turned around and said to everyone in the bookstore, "Everyone, be careful. The undead have been appearing recently, and our Night Watch is actively trying to capture them. If you find anything unusual, be sure to tell us."
The scholars were in an uproar. They had heard of the name of the Night Patrol. They were the emperor's direct subordinates, specializing in investigating demons and monsters.
The undead are even more well-known.
After a person dies, his soul will turn into a ghost. People who die suddenly will turn into wandering ghosts, and people who die of old age will be reincarnated.
This is for burial.
If they are not buried, such as in mass graves, battlefields, or piles of graves, they will spread the aura of death, along with the wandering ghosts, and turn into the weird undead that people are afraid of.
The undead are extremely rare, but extremely powerful. They can kill people without being seen, so it is easy for them to deal with scholars like them.
The appearance of such a thing in the small town cast a shadow on everyone's hearts, and they were afraid that they might encounter it by accident.
Russell couldn't help but pause while writing. Undead
It seems quite simple, do you want to give it a try