Harbour City, where the rain poured, indifferent to the hustle and bustle of the city, suddenly seemed much quieter. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A bookstore with a small storefront, the name is also very ordinary, just two words: martial arts.

With the rise of the Internet, physical magazines are becoming more and more difficult to sell, but martial arts magazines, especially Legend magazines, have always been the exception, especially recently, in the past two years, more and more residents of Harbour City have developed the habit of buying martial arts magazines to read.

The afternoon of the best business on weekdays has become a leisurely time, the youngest son who accompanies him to watch the store, is holding his computer to "crackle" and play games, and he doesn't care about the rampant war, lying on the chair comfortably, looking at the neat rows of martial arts novels on the bookshelf of the shop, his eyes are full of nostalgia.

The glass door was opened, and the war was rampant without turning his head, waiting for the other party to choose a good book to pay the bill, as usual.

It's just that the footsteps didn't go to the bookshelf, but after waving the rain on their bodies at the door, they walked towards themselves.

Listening to the rhythm of the footsteps, the smile on his face suddenly became indifferent, and even the desire to raise his head was extinguished.

Xiao Xuan was silent for a while: "Are you still blaming me?"

The military disaster is rampant, and he picked up a book next to him and looked at it: "The first person in martial arts who is famous in the world, how can you remember this place? The military disaster is rampant has become an old dream, and I, an ordinary person who runs a bookstore, can't stand the use and drive of others!"

The peaceful life in the bookstore is enough to make the war disaster rampant and reflect, and the "friendship" in the old days has only become the most ridiculous illusion.

"Although the rampant military disaster has become a desperate sound, how can Xiao Xuan not be an ordinary person now? Even if I was sorry for you before, now that I am running around in the rain, you don't even invite me to a cup of tea for your friends?" Xiao Xuan put the "Legend" magazine in his hand back next to the military disaster, "How about just a cup of broken friendship tea?"

Seeing that the war was rampant and didn't speak, Xiao Xuan didn't care, only when he saw "Shooting the Condor" and "Divine Condor" on the bookshelf, especially "Tianlong Babu", a look of nostalgia appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh: "But in just two years, has he already set foot in this situation?

The war was rampant, but he still did not speak.

Xiao Xuan's face showed helplessness, and he smiled bitterly: "Forget it, I came from Wan Island to watch the last issue of "Dragon Babu" for the first time, you know, it is difficult to buy magazines on Wan Island, and I don't want to waste time and effort to send people to transfer ......."

There is one sentence he didn't say, as his reputation gradually faded, he no longer had the will and strength to send people to buy martial arts periodicals every issue.

Seeing the youngest son who was playing a game, they all ran over and shouted "Uncle Xiao", sighed when the war was rampant, took a cup of hot water and handed it over.

"In this situation, I am to blame, no wonder. But why can't you think so much about the military disaster? But anyone who has been an author will not be able to get rid of this label for the rest of his life, and even if Modao washes his hands in a golden basin, where can he really get rid of it? Now that online novels are so popular, you better go back!"

Seeing that the military disaster was rampant and silent, Xiao Xuan said helplessly: "Don't think that I have any intentions, how famous is a page of books now? With the power of one hand, I have combined famous writers and writers, and raised the income and influence of the novel to the current situation, I was no longer convinced before, and now in the face of such a fact, what ability do I have to make ghosts?"

Speaking these words in his mouth, Xiao Xuan was also full of emotion in his heart.

At the beginning, I was calling for wind and rain in the martial arts circle, what kind of scenery?

But with such a status, when facing a small film and television company, you have to swallow your anger and think about the overall situation in your heart.

And the current author, even if he is not Lin Mu, is just an ordinary Internet god and best-selling martial arts author, his social status is also improving rapidly, and no film and television company dares to underestimate him.

With such a change, even if he Xiao Xuan drags Lin Mu into the water now, the novel circle will no longer obey him, and besides, how can he knock down Lin Mu now?

Knowing this, the war disaster was rampant, shook his head and said: "The author group is not as good as you think, but if you can support your family with the pen in your hand, it is enough." It's good to be able to make money, but if you can't make money, you only blame yourself for not having enough pen power, it's not as complicated as you think!"

"Okay, good!" Xiao Xuan was very happy for the other party to speak, "Then I will come to you to read this magazine as an ordinary reader now, you will not let me, right?"

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The new issue of "Martial Arts" magazine is usually delivered by the local publishing house at five o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Xuan looked at the increasingly powerful supply channel of "Legend" magazine, and was silent.

And when it came to five o'clock, the number of people who came to the store gradually increased, at first one or two, and then they sat half a room full, and the soldiers were rampant and beckoned to hand them hot water to ward off the cold.

"Veteran, do you have a guest here?" asked one customer.

The war was rampant and looked at Xiao Xuan: "Well, a friend, "Legend" will come in a while, and their delivery is very timely, you can look at other magazines first." ”

No matter how famous the author of the novel is, there are few people who know him, just like Master Huang Yihuang, who just passed away in his previous life, if it weren't for the news of his death, with photos attached to it, I'm afraid most readers would have thought that he was a fat and short middle-aged man.

"How can you have any thoughts! Now I'm waiting to see how to write Xiao Feng on a page of the book!" the customer said depressedly, "I've heard that many authors predict that Xiao Feng will end in tragedy, alas, a good gang in the world, self-destructing the Great Wall, not to mention making himself a miasma, and ruining the number one master in the Central Plains." What the hell!"

Such a sigh attracted the approval of others, and they talked about the plot one by one, both depressed and helpless.

The brakes of the truck sounded, and the army was rampant took an umbrella from behind the door, went out to help the delivery man, and after a few trips, five large boxes of "Legend" magazines entered the bookstore.

"I won't send you off, the guest is waiting, I'll invite you to dinner another day......" The war was rampant and apologized to the delivery man while handing the book to the customer.

The two delivery men smiled at him: "It's not just eating, after reading this issue of "Tianlong", you want to invite us to drink!"

The inexplicable words, I was stunned when I heard the rampant military disaster, and a strange feeling arose in my heart: this issue of "Tianlong" ......

After some readers took the book, they drove away, and another seven or eight looked at the rain, so they simply sat down in the bookstore to read, and when the war was rampant and saw that they had nothing to do, they picked up a copy of "Legend" and read it, Xiao Xuan next to him also wanted to read it, but was shouted by the child "Uncle Xiao", so he could only take him to clear the difficult level of the game first.

When he finally finished this game of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Xiao Xuan, who put down the handle, saw the military disaster rampant and looked at him strangely: "What's wrong?"

Without waiting for the military disaster to be answered, a reader next to him wondered: "Jiang Liuyang? Who is that? What is "Nine Changes of the Divine Silkworm"? Why did Xuzhu suddenly remember this matter?"

Jiang Liuyang!

Xiao Xuan raised his head all of a sudden, looked at the reader deadly, and for a moment, his mind was full of thoughts.

Others don't know who Jiang Liuyang is, how can he not know?

That's the male protagonist in his well-known novel "Jade Clam Fairy Pearl"!

At the beginning, Lin Mu revealed the idea of "Northern Shengong", and after he saw it on the Internet, the idea of "Jade Clam Immortal Pearl" in his heart suddenly became complete, and he thought about it for a long time, so he gritted his teeth and used this idea first.

Why did the reader ask for this name, wasn't he watching "Dragon Babu"?

A page of the book satirizing me in the book again?

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Receiving the magazine handed by the war, Xiao Xuan turned his heart sideways, suppressed the churning thoughts in his heart, and began to look at the magazine that made him run here from Bay Island.

In "Shooting the Condor", he had seen the charm of putting Guo Jing in the midst of military affairs, and now the Central Plains martial arts rushed to the Khitan to rescue Xiao Feng's deeds, which made his blood boil, and the distractions in his heart gradually disappeared.

As the story develops, the worries in his heart have gradually become a reality, the wild goose gate is not allowed to enter, Xiao Feng has no way to go to the sky, and there is no door to enter the ground!

Although the three brothers took down Yelu Hongji, Xiao Feng was also forced to a dead end by his words, picked up the broken arrow on the ground, turned his arms around, and was about to insert it into his chest.

"Xuzhu and Duan Yu were only frightened, far away, and they were about to get closer, but where was the time?

At this moment, what piece of land in the world can accommodate Xiao Feng? Who can save this man who is bent on seeking death?

At this moment, there was a loud noise, and two ordinary stones, from more than ten zhang away, flew straight to Xiao Feng's arms 'Quchi Acupoint', which was one of the key points on the human body, located on the side of the elbow, and the main arm exerted force.

Xiao Feng never thought of this, as soon as the strength of his arms was loosened, the momentum of the broken arrow was slightly blocked, but he was determined to die, and after a little breath, he held the broken arrow in his arms and stabbed it to the heart.

Just when the stone flew out, I saw that among the Khitan soldiers, a person suddenly jumped out, this person covered his head with a black cloth, tall, only revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes like electricity, and in mid-air, he stretched out his index finger and clicked three times!

'Refer to the Finger!'

Duan Yu was shocked, and recognized that this was the kung fu of Murong Bo to warn Murong Fu on Shaolin Mountain that day, and its power was strong, and Ling Xuan pointed his fingers, so he pointed Duan Zhengchun and Ba Tianshi down.

But Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan have become monks in Shaolin, why did he help Xiao Feng?

In Duan Yu's eyes, this tall masked man in an ordinary Khitan military robe was not Murong Bo's figure at all, and the other party's eyes came into view, and Duan Yu couldn't help but be stunned.

It's not Murong Bo, it's Xiao Yuanshan! But how could he join the fingers? That day, the sweeping monk let Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo communicate their skills and spend the death together, could it be ...... at that time?"

Xuzhu is not as changeable as his mind, but he rushes forward, seeing that this person has three fingers, his eldest brother Qi Hai acupoint is like being hit three times, and he is about to be overjoyed, when he sees that the masked man has floated in front of Xiao Feng, he has a deep palm, and it is a Shaolin palm technique, and the abbot of Xuanci in the past is 'one shot and two scattered', and one palm is hit on Xiao Feng's chest!

There is only one palm of this palm, and it is purely a strong palm to win, when Xiao Feng dealt with it with all his might, he was still beaten out of breath, not to mention that he was defenseless now? Suddenly, the condensed strength in his chest was chaotic, and the whole person was hit by this palm and flew out.

If it is normal times, it is fine, but the terrain of this Yanmen Pass is dangerous, and there is an unfathomable deep valley on one side, and the masked man seems to have already calculated the direction, and this palm will beat Xiao Feng into the deep valley.

Xuzhu only saw that his eyes were about to split, and he couldn't help it, and the nameless karma in it was blazing, and he was angry and bursting out, and his palm was the 'Yang Song Tianjun' in the palm of the six yangs of the Tianshan Mountains, and he slapped the masked man with one palm.

The masked man responded with his palms, just as the two of them were close together......

Since you are bent on death, our father and son will die in this deep valley today. Amitabha ......'

Buddha name?

Xu Zhu didn't wait to be puzzled, and saw that the strength on the masked man's arm disappeared, and he was also slapped into the deep valley.

Like Xiao Feng before, when Xiao Feng was beaten into the deep valley by him, he obviously had the strength to resist it, and with Xiao Feng's peerless martial arts, he could still have a glimmer of life, but he was already dead and let himself fall into the deep valley.

Now, the same is true of the masked man, who stands on the edge of the deep valley for unknown reasons, standing on the spot. ”

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Looking at these plots, Xiao Xuan couldn't help but be stunned, what is this for? Duan Yu recognized the masked man as Xiao Yuanshan, but why did he let him and Xiao Feng both fall into the deep valley?

Xiao Feng has already given birth to death, isn't it also lifeless?

Puzzled, Xiao Xuan continued to watch.

Next, Ah Zi and You Tanzhi both jumped into the valley to be martyred, and this evil fate finally came to an end.

It seems that it is still a tragedy.

But when Duan Yu and the others returned to Dali, when they saw Murong Fu on the road, and when they saw him still dreaming of the emperor in his madness, his mind was drifting.

"The second brother told me about the secrets of the Xiaoyao faction that day, the mastery of the Xiaoyao faction "Northern Shengong", and the wonderful swordsmanship all the way, which originated from the prodigal son of the past. Later, his younger brother unexpectedly obtained his mastery, and after returning to the Central Plains from the Northern Underworld, he created the Xiaoyao faction, took his brother's full stop 'Xiaoyao Prodigal Son', changed it to 'Xiaoyaozi', and became the founder of the Xiaoyao School. Considering that this was only a hundred years ago......

And the deep valley that the eldest brother jumped off that day was the place where Jiang Liuyang and Princess Yu Toad lived in seclusion, and now the eldest brother jumped into the deep valley, I don't know ......

Thinking of this, Duan Yu felt lost in his heart, if Jiang Liujiang could live to this day, I am afraid that he would be one hundred and twenty years old, how many people in this world can have such a lifespan? Not to mention Jiang Liuyang at such an age, where can he save his eldest brother?

"Eight Desolations and Six Combinations of Exclusive Meritorious Works" is enough to make people stay young forever, and they are free to live for three elders, and they have a high life span of more than ninety, so Jiang Liuyang, the son of Xiaoyao, may ......

Duan Yu was thinking in his heart, and when he looked up inadvertently, he saw Murong Fu, who was lonely in the south on the mound, and was proudly facing the emperor, and his heart suddenly sank: "Each has its own fate, Brother Murong and Ah Bi are like this, and so is the eldest brother." Why should I have to do so much to find a result?'

Everyone quietly retreated, but saw Murong Fu sitting south on the mound, muttering to himself. ”