"Found it. Ye Yiyi walked down quickly from the upstairs with a glass bottle and poured the water inside on her frosty arm.

The arm, which was still red just now, became white and smooth again in an instant.

Cold as frost was a little surprised, what is this? so amazing?

Leng Rushuang thought about it, when she went back to the capital for the New Year before, she had indeed seen her father use some magical water. According to my grandfather, the price of that kind of spiritual water is about the same as that of wild ginseng, or even worse.

Is it a thing?

Ye Yiyi was surprised to see that it was as cold as frost, and she comforted: "This kind of spiritual water, Jiang Ming has a lot of it here. Don't use it with guilt. ”

Leng Rushuang withdrew his hand and said indifferently: "You are his girlfriend, you should use it." I'm an outsider. ”

The corners of Jiang Ming's mouth twitched, and he smiled: "Senior sister is not an outsider......"

Leng Rushuang stared at Jiang Ming, took out a magazine from his bag, and handed it to him: "This article on the monarch published in "Zhiya" is yours?"

Jiang Ming was proud: "Yes." What does Senior Sister Leng think?

If "Journey to the West" became inexplicably popular in Tiannan Province, then "The Monarch" made him completely appear in the world of Chinese literature as a traditional writer.

Leng Rushuang frowned, and said, "The idea you express is that you can do whatever it takes to achieve your goals?"

There are also arguments such as "when you can win by deception, you must never rely on force" and "a necessary war is a just war."

It's just cold as frost and jaw-dropping.

Jiang Ming nodded: "Yes." That's what it means. ”

Leng Rushuang shook his head: "I can't agree with this point of view." I advise you not to serialize it anymore, otherwise you will be criticized by countless people once the book takes shape. ”

In the literary world, a person's reputation is more important than anything else.

Jiang Ming snorted: "I just said what those monarchs did. Senior Sister Leng, do you dare to say that in the two thousand years of Chinese history, those kings didn't do this?!"

Cold as frost, my heart is angry.

"I just tore off the fig leaf, I don't think there's a problem. If someone really doesn't like me, welcome to argue. Besides, Senior Sister Leng, I secretly published an article in "Zhiya", and you are so concerned?"

Leng Rushuang glared at Jiang Ming, and his tone was cold: "That's because I ordered the annual report of "Zhiya". Since the junior brother doesn't listen to persuasion, then forget it. ”

Leng Rushuang stood up and said to Ye Yiyi, "Rest early." ”

Then Leng as Frost left.

Jiang Ming shrugged, a little helpless.

……

"Writer Chen, I don't know if you came to Tiannan Province this time to attend Chu Shao's wedding?" A chubby middle-aged man got off the plane and asked the man on the side.

The man smiled and said, "Yes." You are the Lu writer who wrote "Jurassic", right? You also received an invitation from Chu Dashao for the wedding?"

Lu Xun touched his beard and smiled a little smugly: "Yes." The Chu family sent a wedding invitation to come over, so I had to come over. ”

The man said again: "The cumulative sales of your "Jurassic" are beyond our reach, and the Chu family should invite you, unlike me who eats the old book." ”

In the traditional literary world, every writer still relies on new works to make money. Once there is no approved book, the market in the circle is naturally not good.

However, Lu Xun's "Jurassic" is a very popular book that has been selling recently.

Lu Xun was complacent in his heart, but his face was extremely modest, and he said: "The strange thing is that no one in the Chu family seems to have anything to do with literature, right? Why did you invite so many writers to come over? I heard that Writer Li, who wrote "Fang Fei", also received an invitation, and Writer Zhao, who wrote about the supernatural, also received an invitation. ”

That's weird.

A person's laughter came from behind him: "You don't know yet, do you? Chu Dashao invited a well-known writer to be a witness. ”

The two of them were startled, and immediately pointed their fingers at the old-timers in the Chinese literary circle.

Could it be that these titans were invited?

"It's Jiang Ming, the writer who wrote "Journey to the West". ”

Seeing that the two of them still looked confused, the man snorted and said, "It's the writer of "The Monarch's Treatise", which has been very popular in the literary world recently. ”

The faces of the group sank.

Who was it?

This kind of selfishness and selfishness can also be a witness to Chu Dashao's wedding?

That's hilarious, isn't it?

Lu Xun snorted coldly and said, "When the time comes, you can have a good discussion with the writer of Najiang......

Jiang Ming sat on the sofa at home and kept sneezing, and he felt that someone was talking bad about him behind his back.

He sprayed, and Hua Chenghan and they trembled.

Compared with waiting for Jiang Ming to come to the door to ask the teacher for the crime, Hua Chenghan still felt that he should come to the door first to confess.

Standing aside and looking at Ding Haiyan, the master of the Wanhua Gate, who was shrunk like a turtle's grandson, he was extremely happy.

He's on the right side, he's on the right side!

Jiang Ming rubbed his nose and took the lead in saying, "You can recognize your mistake quickly when you come to the door." ”

Hua Chenghan almost cried, he didn't come to the door again, maybe when Jiang Ming came to the door, he wouldn't even have a chance to speak.

Hua Chenghan tightened his face and said with some horror: "Sect Master Jiang, I was confused by Fang Ya, and I ask for forgiveness." "If he had known that this Sect Master Jiang was so powerful, he would have honestly gone back to plant flowers and trees, where would he have made so many moths?

Jiang Ming said with a smile: "Do you know what I did when I played Wei Yongchang back to Tiannan Province last time?"

Hua Chenghan's heart was cold.

Wei Yongchang turned his head and told him what happened in the ghost clan before, and he had a conflict with Jiang Ming just now, and now he is directly dead.

So...... Is this Sect Master Jiang going to learn the lessons of the previous and not give him any way to live?

Jiang Ming looked at Hua Chenghan's changed face, he drew a talisman in the air, and said calmly: "Whether you want to die or become my slave, you can choose for yourself." ”

The audience fell silent.

Ding Haiyan looked at Hua Chenghan's miserable face and ate the talisman, and was shocked.

Yes, if you don't choose to follow Jiang Ming, it will be death. Calling the police won't save you!

This is the trend of the times......

Ding Haiyan was a little worried in his heart.

Hua Chenghan only felt as if something had been carved into his mind, and he didn't have time to digest it.

Jiang Ming suddenly asked Hua Chenghan with a smile, "Hey, what do you think of Shuangxiu?"

Adile, who was standing on the side, turned red.

When Hua Chenghan heard Jiang Ming's words, he almost spit it out.

He thought of Fang Ya's ugly fifty or sixty-year-old aunt in an instant!

He's also the master of the dignified Wanhuamen, right? The first time it was with an aunt......

Hua Chenghan almost had to gag again.

Adil almost laughed, Jiang Ming, the master, was too bad-hearted. Which pot is not opened, he specifically mentions which pot.

Hua Chenghan arched his hand and said with a wry smile: "If it weren't for speeding up my cultivation, I wouldn't have ......."

Jiang Ming was a little sympathetic when he heard this, it turned out that this kid was also an old virgin before.

It's just that this kid is more pitiful than him, and he actually gets along with an aunt.

Ding Haiyan cautiously asked, "Sect Master Jiang, that demon girl knows that kind of evil art, should we do it first?"

Jiang Ming sneered, that You Wanwan warned him before he left, if Kong Qirong died inexplicably, his leg was broken, and his eyes were blind, she would be counted on his head.

Jiang Ming took a sip of tea and said, "The art of rebirth should be practiced by a wizard master in Southeast Asia. In fact, they borrowed their physical bodies, and they practiced only the soul. But it's not like it's just a matter of giving up someone. In the past three or five years, Fang Ya will honestly go to prison. ”

Life in prison wasn't so easy......

Hua Chenghan couldn't wait to kill Fang Ya directly.

Jiang Ming stretched out his hand to ask for the divine land of Hua Chenghan.

Hua Chenghan was puzzled, and said: "Master, that clay figure has no effect on you......" He was alone in the clay man array, and he couldn't touch him at all.

Jiang Ming glanced at it, his eyes were sharp, and he said, "I'm useful, and ...... Hua Chenghan, do you really think I don't know why you let Wei Yongchang go to the Ghost Clan to seize the Tree of Life?" Jiang Ming's voice raised, and his voice carried a hint of evil spirit!

Everyone was so shocked that they almost fell to their knees!

The power of the Grandmaster!

Hua Chenghan was so frightened that he hurriedly said: "These divine soils are actually handed down from my father's generation, and all things planted with these soils are particularly spiritual, so ...... That's why he ...... "That's why he hit the idea of the Tree of Life."

The Tree of Life cannot be raised from ordinary mud.

Jiang Ming thought so, he put the Tree of Life in that Qiankun bag, it would not grow at all, what was it like in the Great Northwest before, and what it is like now.

Both of them, they all had the same idea.