Under this stall, Wang Yihui is far from the only one who can't get involved, and the same is true for the heads of other story-oriented newspapers and magazines in the city.

Sales are declining every day, on the contrary, "Xia Kelin" has been reprinted, and the circulation of tens of thousands of copies of a weekly magazine has not yet met the market ......

Can you believe this?

There is no doubt that their readers are being lost and are gradually being eaten away by their competitors.

It's not that no one has the same mind as Wang Yihui, and wants to pry the corner of Xia Kelin, but they are not like Wang Yihui, they don't know who the author of "Zhu Xian" is, they only know a pen name - Qingyunmen Outcast.

And this matter was also listed as a top secret by Zhou Bingwen, and in the entire Xia Kelin Magazine, only he and Liu Chunhua, the deputy editor-in-chief, knew about it.

Everyone in the circle thought that Zhou Bingwen must be smiling crookedly now, but what about the reality?

He's more worried than anyone else!

Why?

Because he couldn't find the Qingyunmen outcast, that kid disappeared!

I left a phone call, but when I called and asked, the other party said that he had gone on a business trip to other provinces and should be back next month.

Next Month......

Zhou Bingwen wants to die!

He now has only 50,000 words in his hand, and a week has passed quickly, and 30,000 words have been typeset and are about to be published.

This means that he only has 20,000 words left in his hand, and he doesn't know how to play it next week.

He really had no choice but to carry the gift and rush to Guo's house in person......

"You mean, a lot of young people have been yelling lately, saying that what kind of pig is good-looking......"

"Zhu Xian. ”

"Oh yes, it was my little Kun who wrote it?"

In the living room, looking at the editor-in-chief of the magazine in front of her, Li Xiumei's eyes widened.

"I said eldest sister, you should know about this, I called before, it was a big brother who answered, he knew very well, not your father-in-law......"

"You wait!"

Li Xiumei waved his hand to interrupt him, opened the door angrily, and raised her head in a voice, "Hao Jinjin!"

"Huh ↗"

"You come down for me!"

“...... Oh ↘"

After Hao Jinjin walked into the living room, he guessed the identity of the other party at a glance at Zhou Bingwen's appearance.

said with a wry smile: "Xiumei, this matter is not bad for me, it was Xiao Kun who repeatedly emphasized that he wanted me to keep it secret." ”

"It's not an unsightly thing, why keep it a secret?"

He ...... Probably because he was worried about writing novels, you would think that he was not doing his job. ”

"Am I that old-fashioned?"

"No, no, no, you're not old-fashioned at all!"

Hao Jinjing said, and silently added in his heart, you are very cute.

After understanding what happened, Li Xiumei turned her head to look at Zhou Bingwen and asked, "What are you looking for him?"

"He's not in Hedong?"

"yes, I went on a business trip. ”

Zhou Bingwen's eyelids jumped wildly, and he took a deep breath and said, "Where did you go?"

He had already thought about it, even the ends of the earth had to send someone to find it, otherwise, not to mention the ministry and the anger of thousands of book fans, it was not something he could bear.

But the only thing he worries about now is ......

"I don't know exactly where I went, he mentioned it, I forgot it, I knew it was in Jiangxi Province. ”

“......”

Zhou Bingwen's heart was shattered in an instant.

"You're in a hurry with him?"

You tell me?

So, Zhou Bingwen told the truth about the situation of burning his brows.

When Li Xiumei heard this, after thinking about it, she said, "Why don't you go to their factory and ask?"

"That's right!"

Zhou Bingwen was overjoyed, since it was a business trip, others didn't know where to go, and the factory didn't know.

"Thank you, big sister. ”

He immediately asked Guo Yongkun for his work information, and then hurriedly said goodbye and left, not daring to delay for a minute.

However, as soon as he walked out of the gate, he was chased by someone.

"You can't go. ”

This person is not a bystander, it is Guo Yongnian, who just returned from Linshi last night, he was sleeping, but was woken up by several people, and when he heard that something bad was going to happen, he quickly got up.

"You are?"

"Guo Yongkun, his brother. ”

"Oh, do you know where he went?"

"Jiangzhou. ”

"Where exactly?"

"I don't know. ”

“......”

"You just go to the factory to ask them and they don't know, I told you clearly, he is not going on a business trip, but running errands, and asking for sick leave from the factory. ”

Zhou Bingwen only felt dizzy, how could this kid be so able to toss!

"Is he really going back next month?"

"It should be. ”

Oh my God!

"That'...... You're his brother, do you know he still has a manuscript?"

"I don't know. ”

Guo Yongnian shook his head, he really didn't know, what Xiao Kun wrote didn't show him at all, so he didn't bother to pay attention to it, thinking it was a diary.

Heaven, earth, who will save me!

Zhou Bingwen wanted to cry without tears, and asked cautiously, "Is there any way to contact him?"

"No, unless he calls back. ”

Poof!

"Eh~ Uncle, what's wrong with you?!"

I need to be salvaged.

......

A few days passed.

In the early morning, the sun has just risen, and the city's major newsstands present a magnificent landscape.

Let's talk about the nearest Jianshe Road kiosk to the happy community, the citizens are discharged along the sidewalk for at least half a mile, many people are still office workers, while nibbling on steamed buns and buns, while stomping their feet in a hurry.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

"yes, why do you buy so much, engage in reselling?"

"Who, you buy it again, buy it again, I'll report you!"

In recent years, ordinary people are probably still honest, and they are supervised by a pair of eyeballs in the back, but they really don't dare to buy more, so the speed of the flow of people has accelerated a lot.

"Huh~"

Suddenly, a young man who bought it early and was squatting on the curb and couldn't wait to read it, was surprised: "Why are there only 20,000 words?"

"What?!"

"No, didn't you say that there are 30,000 words per issue now?"

"Really, just 20,000 words!"

Hearing what the young man said, some citizens who had just bought the book and had not left hurriedly opened it to check, and after a glance, there were indeed several pages missing.

And there's an announcement at the end:

Dear book friends, there is a sudden emergency, so there are only 20,000 words in this issue, as for whether the next issue of "Zhu Xian" can be serialized, it is not yet certain, because the author has disappeared, no one knows where he went, and we can only wait for him to appear again, I apologize, please understand.

"Damn! The author ran away?"

"What's the matter, the book sells so well, don't squat at home and write well, what kind of moth is it messing up?"

"That's it, isn't writing a book just to earn manuscript fees, and I don't know how good it is to earn so much?"

The citizens in front of the newsstand were a little angry and scolded.

"He's not supposed to run away. ”

Suddenly, a faint voice came.

Everyone looked at it, it was an old man with white beard, thin body, but strong spirits, quite a bit out of the dust.

"What do you say, old man?" someone asked.

"I don't know what you read when you read this book, but I have studied it carefully, and some of the author's words contain the mysteries of heaven and earth, and the road is simple.

For example, his setting of the realm of cultivation and building a foundation, this is not groundless, there is a proper term in Taoist cultivation, called 100 days to build a foundation, teaching people to be six pure, not chasing six dusts, not scattered and not drowsy, righteous and firm, so that people's vitality can be endless, vigorous and complete.

"Do you recall that the author's description of meditation during the foundation building period, sticking to the Ming platform, abandoning distracting thoughts, forgetting oneself, and then drawing qi into the body is not the same as the Taoist mysteries?"

Listening to the old man's words, everyone crooked their heads and thought about it...... Really!

There was also something strange in his eyes.

"There is the next realm, the Jindan period, you must know that Chen Zhixu, a Taoist master of the Yuan Dynasty in China, wrote "Jindan Avenue", which says: Cultivating the form and refining the essence, accumulating the essence and transforming the qi, refining the qi and the gods, refining the gods and returning the void, and the golden pill is complete.

"If you take a closer look, is this consistent with the description of the Jindan period cultivation in the author's book?"

There was an uproar at the scene.

"Old man, that's really the case!"

"Well, so I'm sure that the author is definitely not an ordinary man, but a Taoist master!

"If you think about his name again, Qingyunmen outcast, this has actually clearly told us that he is a cultivator, and this kind of person has always been erratic, and he may go to which mountain to cultivate and ask. ”

The scene was shocked, and everyone's eyes were bright and scary.

Someone hurriedly asked, "Old man, then according to what you say, the cultivation methods in the book are all true?"

"You're not talking nonsense, I just said it for a long time, it must be true, it's just that this master's explanation is very ethereal, or that the cultivation is inherently ethereal, and he is not a person with outstanding talents, but he is afraid that he will not be able to have an epiphany. ”

"Oh my God!"

The crowd shouted.

"Isn't this master looking for apprentices, so he uses this method to screen?"

"Highly likely!"

"Do you have an epiphany, old man?"

The old man with white hair showed a meaningful smile and said lightly: "I have a little understanding." ”

Wow –

"Dare to ask the old man if he is also a cultivator?"

"It's good to say, I have practiced since I was a child, and I have more than one jiazi so far, so I don't dare to say that I have entered the Tao, but in the stage of qi practice before building the foundation, I have achieved a little success, and I can be regarded as a qigong master. ”

The onlookers were shocked, and their eyes were full of heat when they looked at the old man.

"Old man, can I learn qigong with you?"

"yes, take me one!"

"And me, and me!"

......

Following.

Hedong Yebao published an article "Zhu Xian, it is actually written by a master of Taoism!"

Jianghe Daily published an article "Who are the outcasts of Qingyunmen?"

Lin Zhongzi published an article "The practice described by Zhu Xian turned out to be true!"

It sparked heated discussions in the city.

Many citizens have even begun to refer to the practice method of "Zhu Xian", meditate and cultivate, trying to escape into the Taoist gate, and never ask about mortal dust, but only seek eternal life.

After all, the phrase "building the foundation and increasing the life span by 50 years" is really tempting!

Not to mention the realm afterward.

At the same time, a desire for the author to serialize "Zhu Xian" as soon as possible is also boiling among the people, and countless citizens write petitions.

They don't dare to hope to find someone as high as the other party.

Besides, can you find it?

However, your cultivation method is not complete!

What if you go crazy?