"Senior Sister Meng Ran, I accidentally broke my sword when I was competing with someone a while ago. It will cost tens of thousands of source crystals to reforge it."
Bao Pilong said this tentatively.
Meng Ran, who was washing the wine jar, paused and sneered, "Go ask Senior Brother Zhu for money."
"My sword was broken when I was competing with him. He broke my sword and ran away because he was afraid of paying for it. I don't know where he is hiding now!"
Bao Pilong felt so wronged.
Zhu Erchong was lucky enough to come to the Yunhai Realm first, and by chance he got a Nether Iron Sword from Ye Shubai. You should know that the sword was originally a peerless sword forged by the Immortal Shangxuan for his disciple Shang Wuyang. Even the eldest son of the Giant Spirit Clan borrowed it to play with for two days, which shows how precious it is.
So even though Bao Pilong got a good sword from Wen Yun, he was still scratched by Zhu Erchong's Dark Iron Sword...
That’s all.
He almost cried while holding the broken sword: "I just went to look for my master, but he was even poorer than me. Then I went to the 1st peak to look for Junior Sister Wen, but I didn't know that she and Senior Master Ye were taking Xiao Hong to look for some dragon treasure. Now only you can help me."
Meng Ran shook his head helplessly, and finally threw out a mustard seed bag: "Take it to forge the sword."
Bao Pilong took the mustard seed sac and said sweetly, "I knew that Senior Sister Meng Ran is the best. I'll be leaving first!"
After everything returned to silence outside, the door curtain of the courtyard moved and a head popped out from inside.
"Gone?"
"Leave."
Hearing this answer, Zhu Erchong patted his chest and let out a long sigh: "Luckily I wasn't caught by him, otherwise he would have extorted tens of thousands of source crystals from me again this time."
Meng Ran took his time to put the washed wine jar in the sun to dry, then raised his head and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Ever since Junior Brother Bao found out that I had some private money, he started to find excuses to challenge me to a duel. You know the Dark Iron Sword, it can cut through iron like mud. He always uses a cheap sword bought from a source crystal to fight me, so I always break his sword and ask me to pay him back."
Zhu Erchong said angrily, "This guy has a big appetite! He asked me for tens of thousands of source crystals at a time. Fortunately, I hid him. He has a small appetite here and only asked for 10,000. By the way, Senior Sister Meng Ran, how much did you give him just now?"
As he was speaking, Meng Ran had already smiled and stretched out her hand to him: "I paid 10,000 yuan for you, give it back to me."
Zhu Erchong's expression gradually distorted.
If Wen Yun had said this, he would have had enough reason to suspect that he was being blackmailed, but since the person who said this was Senior Sister Meng Ran, it was most likely true.
He took a deep breath and said, "I suddenly remembered that Senior Su Yuan wanted to talk to me about something..."
"Once you leave this yard, you will have to pay interest."
Meng Ran called out to Zhu Erchong, slowly rolled up her sleeves, and raised her chin to indicate the inkstone on the stone table.
Zhu Erchong had no choice but to return home as obediently as a chicken, sighing as he ground the ink skillfully.
This kind of cooperation has been going on for hundreds of years. How could they not be familiar with it
When he thought of this, Zhu Erchong calculated with his fingers and said in surprise: "This month seems to be the 100th anniversary of the release of the first book of Meng Xianren!"
Senior Sister Meng Ran didn't say anything. She moistened her pen and thought about the outline of her new book.
Zhu Erchong, who had gradually developed a business sense under the guidance of the Wan family's ancestor, clapped his hands and said, "Why don't we make a limited edition centenary commemorative collection with the autograph of Immortal Meng on it? We will definitely be able to make a fortune from this opportunity!"
"I'm only responsible for writing, and you can worry about the rest."
It was that familiar sentence again. Zhu Erchong was used to hearing it.
In fact, the pen name Mengxianren was given by Zhu Erchong.
The beginning of the story comes from the word "poverty".
Back then, Zhu Erchong and Meng Ran and their disciples went to a secret place for training, but their luck was so bad that they not only got separated, but also were all seriously injured. They couldn't even find the spiritual jade for medical treatment.
At that time, Zhu Erchong and Meng Ran were stranded in a mortal city.
At that time, their injuries had not yet healed, and they didn't know when they would be able to recover. Especially Zhu Erchong had a broken leg, so he could only seek treatment from an ordinary doctor in the city.
But there was a problem. Their mustard seed bags and the magic weapons and communication jade slips inside were all destroyed. Sword cultivators always advocated simplicity, so all they had left were the tattered clothes they were wearing, without even a piece of jewelry to pawn.
If you want to know what a sword cultivator can do without his skills, blacksmithing is a good option. Unfortunately, in this mortal world, one cannot forge swords privately. The blacksmith shop only makes farm tools, and all that is left for Meng Ran is odd jobs like serving dishes and washing clothes. She is afraid that even if she works for a year, she won't be able to find anyone to heal Zhu Erchong's broken leg.
Just when Zhu Erchong was about to let her throw him onto the street and run away, looking for fellow Taoists nearby to help inform the Qingliu Sword Sect, Meng Ran carried him into a teahouse.
Zhu Erchong, who had a broken leg, was placed in the corner of the teahouse. Surrounded by noisy sounds, there were peddlers, farmers and coolies. It was the bustling world that was both familiar and unfamiliar to them.
In the midst of this excitement, the woman with her face covered with a white veil placed her rough tea bowl heavily on the table, attracting everyone's attention, and then cleared her throat.
When she spoke, her voice rose seven tenths, and it was unusually gentle, with a certain inexplicable appeal.
"Let's get back to the topic of idle chatter and listen carefully to my story of the past."
"A hundred years ago..."
Zhu Erchong looked at the scene in a daze.
The eldest sister of the first sect in the world of cultivation, the fairy Meng Ran, who was admired and respected by countless people, was now using chopsticks to knock on a rough tea bowl as a wake-up call, sitting with her legs half-crossed in the dilapidated and shabby teahouse. She did not show any disdain or discomfort, but instead began to tell a story in a rhythmic manner. A group of ordinary people sat around her. Perhaps because there were not enough benches, many people squatted on the ground and crowded together to listen to the story told by this young lady.
"… But the young man simply threw away the broken sword, clenched his fists and angrily swung at the sawtooth beast—"
The storyteller's voice suddenly stopped.
The people who were listening attentively immediately asked: "And then?"
"bite!"
Meng Ran raised his head and drank the tea in the bowl, then tapped the tea bowl with his chopsticks and said with a smile: "To know what will happen next, please listen to the explanation below!"
The crowd immediately howled in disappointment, but soon someone took the lead and threw coins into the tea bowl, asking expectantly, "Can I get more chapters if I give you a reward?"
The person who spoke was actually the owner of this tavern!
Meng Ran calmly accepted the copper coins and curled her eyes: "No, but we'll see you tomorrow."
The next day, Meng Ran came to the teahouse again.
Perhaps because of the spread of the news from yesterday's audience, there were particularly many people coming today, including a wealthy businessman in brocade robes who brought his own tables, chairs and maids. The owner of the teahouse had already set up a decent small table, with small tables and chairs and a wooden board serving as a wake-up block, and stood at the door eagerly waiting for Meng Ran to come.
This lasted for seven days.
During this period, there were managers from large restaurants who came to poach her, and there were also people who wanted to stir up trouble and uncover the veil of this mysterious woman, but in the end, none of them succeeded.
The girl who came from nowhere sat on a creaking little bamboo chair and leisurely told a fascinating and wonderful story. The ordinary mortals looked up at her, not trying to guess her identity or origin, nor wondering whether she was beautiful or ugly, but just waiting to know how the story would develop with great anticipation.
Zhu Erchong, who was originally seriously injured, picked up a tea bowl and listened attentively.
On the second day, Meng Ran collected enough money to treat Zhu Erchong's leg. After telling the story of the young man's search for immortals in this small teahouse, his leg injury healed.
"He waved his sword, and everyone felt a fresh air rushing in between heaven and earth. Before they could come to their senses, the swordsman had already flown away on his sword, leaving only a wisp of floating cloud in the sky."
After the last sentence was said, the audience was in a trance, still immersed in the story.
Meng Ran on the stage leisurely put down the wake-up stick, pushed away the tea bowl, smiled at the audience, gathered her skirt and stood up. Before anyone could react, she disappeared out of thin air.
There was a sudden noise at the bottom.
It turns out that the story is true! Immortals really exist. This story is amazing!
Zhu Erchong, who was also still recalling the story, was now being held by Meng Ran by the scruff of the neck and flying in the clouds.
He was stunned for a moment, then asked in surprise: "When did you recover your cultivation?!"
"A few days ago."
Zhu Erchong was puzzled: "It's been so long? Then why did you leave today?"
Meng Ran explained very patiently: "Because the story must be told from beginning to end, and it cannot be left unfinished."
Zhu Erchong scratched his head, his mind full of curiosity about Meng Ran.
"How come you are so proficient in reading? Didn't you grow up in the sect? Where did you learn it? I have never heard of this story before, and the background is quite similar to our Qingliu Sword Sect. Did you make it up yourself? And, when did you..."
Then he heard a very outrageous story.
Meng Ran had no friends when she was a child. Other sword practitioners of the same age would gather together to listen to their senior brothers and sisters’ stories about their outdoor training. As the first disciple of Elder Ziyun, she had no companion and no senior brothers and sisters, so she could only hear fragments of what others said when they chatted.
The most painful thing about listening to a story is that you don’t know the cause or the outcome, but you know all the exciting parts.
The little girl couldn't sleep because of those clips, but no friends told her the ending.
Over time, she began to make up the ending in her mind. As she did so, more and more stories appeared in her head, until independent stories gradually emerged later on.
"Later, I went out to gain experience and occasionally listened to books in the mortal world. That's how I learned the art of speaking." Meng Ran explained indifferently.
Zhu Erchong's eyes were wide open and he remained silent. Only after returning to Qingliu Sword Sect and lying in bed for half a month to recuperate from his injuries did he finally make a decision.
"Senior Sister Meng Ran, I have a great plan to get rich, do you want to hear it?"
He planned to write all the stories conceived by Meng Ran into complete scripts and sell them in various immortal cities!
You have to know that the world of cultivation is not like the mortal world. There are no entertainment activities here. Everyone practices all the time. The only entertainment activity is probably fighting competitions. Life is really boring. It would be great if there were storybooks to kill time.
Zhu Erchong was still thinking with great interest: "The storybooks in the world of cultivation must be different from those in the mortal world. In addition to pictures, we can also set up magic arrays in it to experience the perspective of the protagonist. Isn't it wonderful?"
After listening to this, Meng Ran thought for the first time that Zhu Erchong was smart. Besides, she was also a sword cultivator surrounded by poverty, so there was no reason for her to refuse this plan to get rich.
However, imagination is beautiful and reality is cruel.
Zhu Erchong looked at the book, which had only sold three or two copies. For a moment he didn't know whether he felt sorry for the spiritual jade he had used as cost, or for himself who had been selling it for half a month. Finally, he clapped his hands and began to analyze the reasons.
"First, we don't have a fixed store to sell our products, so we don't have enough customers. Second, the stories you write are all about cultivating immortals. They are exciting and wonderful for mortals, but too ordinary for us cultivators. Can you make the stories more exciting?"
"Exciting?" Meng Ran frowned, bit the tip of the pen and repeated this sentence, falling into deep thought.
Zhu Erchong over there was still talking passionately, "Can we change the ordinary cultivation stories into stories about immortals and demons? For example, if the world is full of ascended immortals, and the swords are changed into immortal emperors and demon lords, and there is a battlefield of gods and demons, the reincarnation of the heavenly way, etc., wouldn't it be more exciting?"
However, Meng Ran didn't hear a word.
She had another revision route in mind.
"Sure enough, the love story between the hero and heroine is too bland. Why not add some misunderstandings and entanglements, or add two more female supporting roles? No, I don't want to write about many women fighting for one husband. The troubles in my father's palace are too disgusting... By the way, why is the protagonist a boy? If it is a girl, wouldn't we be able to add two more male supporting roles? By the way, why do the two have to be from the same sect? Why not change it to a hostile sect to increase the conflict and beauty..."
The next day.
After staying up all night, Meng Ran handed the new manuscript to Zhu Erchong, who flipped through it with anticipation, only to find that the battle between gods and demons he expected was not there at all. Instead, it became a lingering love story, and even the protagonist was changed from a male to a female!
Zhu Erchong, who had no interest in love between men and women and only wanted to get rich and practice cultivation, frowned as he watched.
However, Meng Ran refused to revise the second draft, and the author was so stubborn that no one could stop him. Zhu Erchong had no choice but to sell the new story. This time he didn't have the money to print it, so he had to bite the bullet and hand-copy a copy with Meng Ran. The binding was simple, and there was only a rustic name on the cover.
After I broke off my engagement with the Demon Lord, I became the Immortal Lord's darkened white moonlight
Such a messed up name
Never expected...
Despite this ridiculous story, all the copies were sold out in the afternoon, and the spiritual jades that were lost earlier were earned back in the blink of an eye.
Because to the monks, those previous adventures and experiences in cultivation were just ordinary stories, a part of their lives, and not boring at all.
But those lingering love stories are exciting stories that are out of reach!
You know, less than 20% of the cultivators have partners. Most of the cultivators spend their lives cultivating, so how can they have time to talk about love? They are all still single! This bloody and twisted love story is so exciting to them that it almost makes them yearn for it.
What you can't get is the most beautiful.
In this way, Meng Ran and Zhu Erchong started their road to wealth.
Volume after volume of storybooks were written, each story more exciting than the last. Practitioners were not as old-fashioned and feudal as ordinary people. All they wanted was to do what they wanted. Most people were very smart and said that pornographic books also had their own storytelling and artistic qualities. How could they be more vulgar than poetry and songs
The pen name Meng Xianren had gained a little fame. Whenever Meng Ran passed by the sect occasionally, he would hear young sword practitioners mention this pen name.
As for Zhu Erchong, progress was also smooth. He successfully reached a cooperation with Wanbao Pavilion and handed the storybook to them for printing and packaging, and then distributed it to various cultivation cities for sale.
It was the quarterly deadline for submission of manuscripts again. Zhu Erchong rushed to Meng Ran's courtyard with great enthusiasm, but when he arrived he found that she was nowhere to be seen.
"Meng Ran? Senior Sister? Where have you been? You haven't given me the manuscript yet!"
Just as I was looking for it, a tired voice came from a tall tree in the yard: "Here."
He looked up and saw a piece of skirt hanging down. He looked up and saw Meng Ran sitting on the tree, staring at the sparrow's nest in front of her in a daze.
"How did you get online? Come here quickly. How much have you written about your new book? It's due in two days!"
Meng Ran calmly replied: "Not a single word."
Zhu Erchong was dumbfounded: "You...what have you been doing? Why haven't you written a single word?"
The man in the tree said in a low voice: "I can't write anymore. I'm stuck."
Zhu Erchong was not surprised and actively suggested: "Then let's drink a couple of glasses like before. Don't you always say that you feel inspired after drinking?"
In order to help with the creation, Senior Sister Meng Ran began to learn to brew her own wine to save costs.
Two empty wine jars fell down, and the man on the tree hiccuped twice, "I've already drunk two jars, and I still have no clue."
She pressed her slightly hot face against the tree trunk and pulled her hair out of worry.
"I've written about childhood sweethearts, about destined marriages, about robbery, and even about the tragic love story between a sword spirit and its master. Is there anything else..."
Zhu Erchong was at a loss as he was a rough man and had never even read the storybook written by Meng Ran, let alone expect him to offer suggestions that would help with the creation.
But he finally came up with an idea: "They say art comes from life, so why don't you walk around our door and see if you can find some inspiration?"
"All of us in our sect use swords as our Taoist companions. What else... Wait, there is someone who doesn't use a sword as his Taoist companion."
Meng Ran suddenly raised his head.
She suddenly remembered that there was indeed a person inside the door who did not have a sword as his companion, because that person was using a wooden stick.
"Oh, right... Junior Sister Wen! And... Sect Leader Ye!" Meng Ran's eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally he jumped directly from the tree and ran straight to the Tenth Peak in a drunken state.
Perhaps because she has written too many love stories, Meng Ran is particularly sensitive to the subtle atmosphere between men and women.
Although Wen Yun and Ye Shubai were nominally master and disciple, and even everyone else on the Tenth Peak thought that their relationship was innocent, Meng Ran felt that something was wrong with them.
Especially that day, when Ye Shubai killed the rebellious Supreme Elder and left, she accidentally saw Wen Yun and Ye Shubai walking away together holding hands after they were out of everyone's sight!
Zhu Erchong is right. If you want to get inspiration, you really have to observe the people around you.
So, Meng Ran went up to the Tenth Peak early in the morning under the pretext of visiting and reminiscing about the past.
Everyone on the Tenth Peak was not surprised by her arrival. After all, Meng Ran and Wen Yun had a good relationship, and it was normal for good sisters to visit each other.
Wen Yun, who never paid attention to such details, naturally did not notice anything unusual. She was worried at the moment. She had just studied new magic in the middle of the night yesterday, and was called by Ye Shubai to practice sword early this morning. She yawned one after another, and her eyelids were almost glued together.
The moment he saw Meng Ran, Wen Yun's eyes lit up and he immediately threw his sword forward to meet her.
However, before she could make a move, Ye Shubai, who was not far away, said calmly, "There is still one hour."
Wen Yun paused and turned his head to discuss with him: "Can we make up for it later? Senior Sister Meng Ran is here to see me."
Ye Shubai looked up at Meng Ran. Just when Wen Yun thought he was going to respond, the man said calmly, "In that case, Meng Ran, come practice together."
Meng Ran was sobered up by the fright.
Although she had not experienced it herself, she had heard from Zhu Erchong about the tragic experience of being taught swordsmanship by Ye Shubai. It was said that he practiced for an hour and then lay in bed unable to move for a whole day.
She smiled politely and declined in a gentle voice: "Thank you for your kindness, Master Ye. I just came here after finishing my training. In this case, I don't want to delay you from instructing Junior Sister Wen. I'll just wait for her here."
Isn't it great that we can better observe the abnormality of these two people here
Wen Yun looked at Senior Sister Meng Ran in disbelief. Didn't other little sisters save people from their parents? Why did the little sisters just watch when it was his turn
Meng Ran didn't just watch, she also took out a book and seemed to be writing and taking notes seriously.
"As masters who teach swordsmanship, other masters would punish their disciples when they were lazy or made mistakes, but Master Ye never did it, not even scolding them. He always taught them kindly..."
"After each practice, the master actually took the initiative to pour tea for his disciple and wipe his sweat. He even prepared some cakes? He didn't even share any with me, saying that it was to replenish my energy, haha."
"Just now, when the other three male disciples came up to greet me, their tone and expression immediately turned cold. The total amount of words they said was no more than 10 words. However, when it came to Junior Sister Wen, they spoke more than 100 words just to instruct her on how to hold the sword."
…
After practicing sword skills, Wen Yun was so tired that her hands were shaking. She walked to the stone bench and sat down. After drinking two glasses of water, she looked up and saw Meng Ran writing furiously with his head down.
Wen Yun knew that Senior Sister Meng Ran liked reading and had some attainments in poetry. However, he did not expect that she would bring books with her when she went out and even take notes
She couldn't help but ask curiously, "Senior Sister Meng Ran, what book has you reading so intently?"
Meng Ran suddenly raised his head, his face natural, and calmly closed the book. He held up the cover and let Wen Yun take a look at the large characters on it: "Oh? This is a guide to spiritual plant cultivation. It talks about farming and farming. It's very boring."
It’s fake, and it contains materials from the stories she wrote.
Wen Yun was not interested in this thing. He pulled Meng Ran and wanted to take her somewhere else: "Come on, let's go to the Sixth Peak together."
Meng Ran put the material book into the mustard seed bag and said seriously: "Junior Sister Wen, I just came from the Sixth Peak, and I have never visited the Tenth Peak carefully. How about you take me around your Tenth Peak today?"
As expected, Wen Yun responded obediently and considerately.
"I live in this courtyard. The biggest room over there is my room. If you come here in the future, just come and find me here."
Meng Ran looked in the direction Wen Yun pointed and asked curiously, "Huh? Isn't it usually the peak master's residence on the top of a peak? You live in this courtyard, so where do Master Ye and the other uncles live?"
Wen Yun didn't notice anything wrong and immediately explained, "My brothers have a yard on the mountainside, and I... and the headmaster all live on the top of the mountain. He said that this would make it easier for him to supervise my sword practice, so he gave me his bedroom and lived in the study."
If Zhu Erchong and others were to use this excuse, they would definitely believe it.
But who is Meng Ran? She's a romance novelist!
She immediately turned her gaze towards Ye Shubai in the distance, only to see that the latter seemed to be drinking tea calmly, but the tips of his ears were slightly red.
Tsk.
These two people are indeed not ordinary master and apprentice.
On that day at the Sixth Peak, Meng Ran kept an eye on all directions and listened carefully to all directions. It was not until the twilight set in the west and the moon rose that she bid farewell to Wen Yunfei and left for the Sixth Peak.
Zhu Erchong, who was urging the manuscript, was still waiting in the courtyard. He was excited when he saw Meng Ran: "Where have you been, Senior Sister Meng Ran? I've been waiting for you all day. You have to finish the manuscript. We have received the deposit from Wanbao Pavilion! If you don't hand in the manuscript on time, you will have to pay tens of thousands of spiritual jades."
However, Meng Ran did not say a word in response. He hurried to the tree and started digging the soil with his sword as a shovel. After a short while, he dug out a giant wine jar that looked like a water tank.
Zhu Erchong took a breath and said, "Good fellow, when did you bury this?"
"When I was writing the first story." Meng Ran lifted the layers of oilcloth on the top of the wine jar. In an instant, a strong aroma of wine that was so intoxicating that it filled the yard.
Zhu Erchong twitched his nose and swallowed his saliva. "Could it be that you want to use this jar of wine to pay for the Lingyu that you have breached the contract?"
Meng Ran smiled, and with one move she lifted the jar with one hand and tilted it down, then raised her head and drank from it in big gulps as the fragrant liquid poured down. Her movements were wild and unrestrained, without any of her usual gentleness and elegance.
Zhu Erchong was also shocked.
No way? Are you going crazy because you can't write anything
He was just about to comfort Meng Ran by saying that the spiritual jade they earned this year was enough to pay for the ten thousand spiritual jades, when the person drinking over there threw the wine jar to the ground, took out a pen and ink, and placed them on the stone table, and wrote something in a flamboyant manner under the moonlight.
But at this moment, her eyes were shining, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked drunk. Even the hand holding the pen was shaking, and the words she wrote were naturally crooked and cursive.
Zhu Erchong only recognized the four big characters at the top:
"Blackened Master? What kind of mess is this?"
If he had known that the Blackened Master series would make the name of Immortal Meng famous throughout the world of cultivation, and even throughout the entire upper realm after being sold in Baiyun City, and would make his mustard seed sac bulge with money, Zhu Erchong would have definitely taken back his superficial evaluation.
This is not some junk, this is a treasure!
Now is the 100th anniversary of the creation of the Dream Immortal. Zhu Erchong discussed with the Wanbao Pavilion according to the original plan. Not only did he really launch the "Complete Works of the Dream Immortal", he also repackaged it. In addition to the storybooks and picture books, he also specially invited disciples from Chuixue Island to add formations, recorded the background music to accompany the story of Yu Jiayin's cultivation, and various immersive illusion formations. It is limited to 100 sets, which is luxurious!
"I originally thought that 100 sets were too few, and suggested that Wanbao make tens of thousands of sets to sell. But he said that scarcity makes things valuable, and the fewer there are, the higher the profit." Zhu Erchong excitedly took out sets of book boxes from the mustard seed bag, and couldn't help but sigh, "As expected of the Wan family, they have a sharp eye. Now many people want to go to Wanbao Pavilion to make reservations after hearing the news. The black market has already bid up to 1,000 source crystals per set, and I guess the price will rise further in the future!"
Seeing that Meng Ran didn't seem to care, Zhu Erchong quietly pushed her and said, "By the way, Wan Baocai still suggested that we hold a book signing event, and you go there in person to sign and sell books to give back to the readers..."
"Stop." Meng Ran raised her hand to stop Zhu Erchong from saying the next word, took out a book from the bookcase and pointed at it: "You want to die, but I don't."
Zhu Erchong lowered his eyes and his eyelids twitched when he saw the words "Blackened Master".
The masterpiece of the Immortal Meng, the most popular series of storybooks in Baiyun City, set off a craze for master-disciple romance as soon as it was released. According to unreliable statistics, the probability of master-disciple romance in the world of cultivation has increased by 10%.
Others may not know, but Zhu Erchong knows that Junior Sister Wen really likes this series of stories. If she knew that the author is actually Senior Sister Meng Ran, with her intelligence and wit, she might think that this story is based on her and Ye Shubai...
Zhu Erchong couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Wen Yun, who was gradually becoming more and more black-hearted, and Ye Shubai, who was keen on teaching them, the younger generation, how to practice sword skills.
No, no, if he offends these two people, he might lose half his life.
But if he doesn’t seek death, he wouldn’t be Zhu Erchong.
He hesitated for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to discuss with Meng Ran: "Didn't Junior Brother Bao say when he came to cheat Yuan Jing a few days ago that Junior Sister Wen and Senior Brother Ye took Xiao Hong to look for the dragon treasure? It took them several years to return from their honeymoon in the magic world last time, and they will definitely not return so soon this time. Why don't you wear a magic weapon to cover your face when you go to the book signing? You have been writing for a hundred years, don't you want to interact closely with the readers who have always supported you?"
To be honest, Zhu Erchong is really good at bewitching people.
Meng Ran, who had originally firmly refused, began to soften her attitude.
That's right, Junior Sister Wen and Master Ye are going on a long trip again, and the book signing event will only last for one day. I can just cover my face and leave after signing. At most, I can leave a set of books for Junior Sister Wen and say that I got them for her. I'm sure I can make that little girl happy...
When you are surrounded by a group of people who love to commit suicide, one day you will also step into the abyss of committing suicide.
Meng Ran finally made up her mind.
"Okay, then I'll do as you say and attend the book signing event this month!"
As a gathering place for thousands of independent practitioners, and also where craftsmen from all walks of life gather to open shops, Baiyun City is bustling day and night.
However, after the news spread that Immortal Meng would personally sign his century-old works, a large number of new customers flocked to Baiyun City, making the merchants all smile and carefully decorate their stores.
As the venue for the event, Wanbao Pavilion was naturally busy.
The goods in the most spacious lobby on the first floor had long been moved upstairs. It was now filled with all kinds of storybooks and picture albums, as well as various statues of characters written by the immortal Meng, as well as related folding fan pendants and other small items. It could be called a paradise for book fans.
Book lovers from all walks of life who came here had already packed the Wanbao Pavilion so tightly that there was even a long queue outside the door. Those in the front naturally wanted to buy the books, those in the back were waiting to buy them from others at a high price, and some just wanted to catch a glimpse of the immortal Meng.
Amidst the crowd filled with laughter and joy, an innocent little red pig uttered a long sigh.
"But what did Long do wrong? You promised to go with me to find the treasure, but you just left the house and were teleported to Baiyun City in the blink of an eye. You shouldn't be called Wen Yun, you should be called Wen Ge."
Wen Yun was troubled by its nagging, and quickly rubbed the dragon's head to comfort it: "I promised to accompany you and I will definitely not break the promise, but Senior Brother Bao just sent me a message saying that Immortal Meng is really coming to Baiyun City this time, how can I miss it?"
Wanbao Pavilion only sells books and never reveals the true identity of Meng Xianren. Wen Yun is not the kind of person who would pry into other people's privacy, so he has never seen the true appearance of this author.
Now that the other party had come to Baiyun City, she teleported here immediately after receiving the message from Bao Pilong.
The little fire dragon was still complaining, but Wen Yun had no intention of comforting him. He stuffed the dragon into Ye Shubai's arms and said hurriedly, "Take good care of Xiaohong. I'm going to queue up!"
Of course, because her identity is particularly special in Baiyun City, it might not be a good idea for her to come out so brazenly to buy the yellow book, so Wen Yun still put on a mask.
That is a new magic weapon made by the Wing Clan. It can conceal the breath and appearance, and transform a human face into a bird's head. Its identity will definitely not be detected by those below the fairyland.
Because this thing had just been developed, the Wing Clan did not sell it. It was only because the Qingliu Sword Sect had a special relationship with it that they gave them two sets. One is with Wen Yun, and the other was snatched away by Zhu Erchong to play with.
Amid the noise of the crowd, someone suddenly shouted, "The Immortal Meng is here!"
Wen Yun was immediately happy and looked forward, but unfortunately there was a huge crowd and he could not see anything. He could only listen to the people in front of him talking about—
"Meng Xianren is here, and he's sitting here signing autographs!"
"But he seems to be wearing a mask, so I can't tell whether he is a man or a woman. I guess his special identity is inconvenient to be exposed?"
"Meng Xianren has already signed the 100 limited editions, but I heard that she was very happy to see everyone's enthusiasm, and said that anyone who queues up with a letter will be signed!"
Hearing the news, Wen Yun, who was standing behind, also felt relieved.
She has all the books in her mustard seed bag, and I think she can get the calligraphy of the immortal Meng this time.
The team moved forward little by little.
Meng Ran, who was sitting behind the wooden table, had no idea how many books he had signed. If it weren't for his amazing cultivation, he would have probably collapsed from exhaustion by now.
She was very tired, and after signing one more book, she took out a jar of wine from her mustard seed bag and drank a glass of it to refresh herself.
As the familiar flower wine went down my throat, my mind became much clearer.
She waved her hand, signaling Wan Baocai to let the next person come up.
A breeze blew by, and Meng Ran habitually raised her head and reached out to take the other person's book, and then... she was stunned.
Two bird heads looked at each other, one was a hoopoe and the other was a whale-headed crane, and they looked at each other for ten thousand years.
The scene was too awkward and the atmosphere gradually became stagnant.
Meng Ran's temple was throbbing.
How could she not recognize this mask? When the Sun Wing people brought it to her, everyone disliked it because its shape was too strange. Only Wen Yun and Zhu Erchong took one each.
Zhu Erchong gave the mask of the whale-headed crane to himself, so the hoopoe in front of him must be Junior Sister Wen!
And seeing that she didn't move at all, it was obvious that she had recognized my identity!
However, there were so many people queuing behind her, and Meng Ran couldn't take off her mask to explain the matter to Wen Yun. She could only bite the bullet and sign all the books, then quickly handed them over.
Fortunately, Wen Yun has always been very sensible and considerate. In this situation, he did not choose to shout or scream, but quietly accepted the book and left.
Meng Ran was already filled with despair.
Finished.
You should know that she started to let go and drive like crazy when she was writing about the Blackened Master. This series of stories is more exciting than the last, and the speed of the cars in the later parts is comparable to that of the Nebula Shuttle!
If the original author finds out about this, the book "One-Armed Swordsman and Ruthless Sword" that she is currently writing will probably be ruined.
Meng Ran signed the rest of the script anxiously, left the follow-up work to Wanbao Pavilion, and ran away quickly.
She ran straight to the Tenth Peak, holding a book box in her arms, which was the limited edition collection of storybooks that she had prepared for Wen Yun.
But how to say it
Meng Ran hesitated on the mountain, in a dilemma.
At this moment, a surprised voice came from the mountain road: "Eh? Senior Sister Meng Ran, why are you here?"
Meng Ran looked up suddenly and saw Wen Yun walking towards her. She panicked for a moment and quickly handed the book in her hand over. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
Wen Yun took it unconsciously, and when she saw clearly what it was, her eyes gradually widened, and she said excitedly: "It's this! Senior Sister Meng Ran, you really deserve to be my good sister!"
These words sounded a bit awkward, as if Junior Sister Wen was angry and started to be sarcastic.
Meng Ran was very uneasy. She had been friends with Wen Yun for so many years and she really didn't want to lose it.
"Junior Sister Wen, I..."
"You know I like Meng Xianren, so you specially bought this limited edition for me. I am so touched by your kindness!" Wen Yun quickly took the book and held Meng Ran's hand tightly: "I heard that this set of books is hard to get. You probably spent a lot of money to buy it second-hand, right?"
"I… "
"Alas, you shouldn't have bought it!" Wen Yun sighed heavily, with a hint of indignation in his tone: "You may not believe this, but Immortal Meng is actually our fellow disciple, and he kept it a secret from us for so long, it's really too much. I was planning to settle the score with him and ask him to write two exclusive extra chapters for me!"
The dream of being warned of an extra chapter and then feeling a chill on the back.
Just as she was about to apologize, she heard Wen Yun say—
"Guess who Immortal Meng is? Turns out he is Senior Brother Zhu!"
Oh, so the Dream Immortal is Zhu Erchong... Hmm
Meng Ran looked up blankly and asked blankly: "Why do you think it was him?"
Wen Yun answered with reason and evidence: "Today I saw the mask sent by the Wing Clan, and the one with the Skull-headed Crane was taken by him. If that's all, it's fine, after all, the Wing Clan may have made another mask privately, but I also found your newly developed flower wine on the table. Only the few of us got that wine, no one else got it, right?"
Meng Ran nodded stiffly.
Wen Yun smiled with satisfaction: "More importantly, I waited for a long time at the entrance of Wanbao Pavilion. After the crowd left, I saw him tidying up the tables, chairs, and pens inside."
“…” That’s because Meng Ran was busy escaping and left the mess to Zhu Erchong.
Meng Ran was in a trance and was led by Wen Yun to the second peak.
Just as he reached the top of the mountain, a person fell from the flying sword in front of him. It was Zhu Erchong who was exhausted.
He also saw Wen Yun and Meng Ran, and strode over to greet them: "Senior Sister Meng Ran, Junior Sister Wen, why are you here?"
Wen Yun looked at Zhu Erchong with an unfathomable smile and rolled up his sleeves.
"Brother Zhu, you've been busy signing books at Wanbao Pavilion all day. Are you tired?"
Zhu Erchong smiled subconsciously and replied: "It's okay... Hmm? Junior Sister Wen, how did you know?!"
Wen Yun grabbed him and said, "I never thought that Immortal Meng would be by my side!"
Zhu Erchong was stunned: "What? Immortal Meng? I don't know what you are talking about!"
"Stop pretending! If I don't see ten chapters of the extra chapter tomorrow morning, I'll throw you into making bricks with Charmander!"
Senior Sister Meng Ran took a step back silently.
Junior Brother Zhu, take care of yourself.
That night.
On the Sixth Peak, Zhu Erchong's crying could be heard from Meng Ran's courtyard. He was kneeling down and begging Senior Sister Meng Ran to write a sequel chapter.
On the tenth peak, Ye Shubai asked with a little confusion: "You actually saw who was behind the mask, why did you insist on saying it was Zhu Erchong?"
With his and Wen Yun's cultivation level, the mask was just a decoration.
Wen Yun shrank into Ye Shubai's arms and said with a smile, "I'm too embarrassed to use my fists to force Senior Sister Meng Ran to write, so I have to trouble Senior Brother Zhu to beg her."
Ye Shubai was silent.
Wen Yun, ah Wen Yun, you are too skilled in using this move, aren't you