A thin middle-aged man, speaking in a girlish and soft voice, this picture is really 'too beautiful' for people to dare not look at more. Romance first ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢ said Щщшlā

Looking at the complaining 'Chuan Rui Kangcheng' on the other side, Chi Shang Zhenyi couldn't help but retch in his heart, if he didn't know what was going on with the other party, he probably couldn't help but step forward and beat the other party, it was really disgusting.

Suppressing the disgusting in his heart, Chi Shang Zhenyi said to the 'Chuan Rui Kangcheng' opposite: "The world has its own fate, and most of the book souls have fallen in this final stage of soul condensation, I am not surprised by your choice." ”

"And it is also the wisest for you to choose this way, because once the soul of the book chooses to devour the soul of the literati who created it, then in the future, in addition to suffering from the soul consumption all day long, the cultivation will not be able to make an inch. ”

This is like the relationship between the root and the stem, without the continuous supply and nourishment of the literati, the soul of the book will also become a rootless source, and can only hide like a book, being the hidden ghost. ”

After stopping Chi Shang's true words, the grieving 'Chuan Rui Kangcheng' sobbed lightly, and then spoke: "For the matter of evolving and surviving longer, Aiko doesn't dare to think about it, for Aiko, as long as he can accompany Kangcheng until his old age, it is the greatest happiness, and other Aiko don't dare to ask too much." ”

Infatuated men and women, Chi Shang Zhenyi can't see this style of painting the most, although now this resentful woman's appearance is a little 'too beautiful', but this feeling still touched his heart.

"In fact, if the soul of the book wants to be with the literati for real, there is another way. Chi Shang, who has always been kind-hearted, said slowly.

'Chuan Rui Kangcheng', who had a sad face, heard Chi Shang's sincere words, and asked in a surprised tone: "Please also ask the adults to tell each other, and the concubine is willing to repay Kang Cheng for life." ”

Is it an old man-like concubine?vomit~~~ Spit out!

"As long as Chuan Rui Kangcheng can write a world-famous masterpiece and condense the immeasurable wandering literary atmosphere between heaven and earth, then I can seal the consciousness that Chuan Rui Kangcheng and you have formed now into the original manuscript of the book, and achieve the two of you to become the body of the soul of the book, so that you can be together forever. ”

"However, it is very difficult for literati to do this, because once the soul of the book is condensed in the body. Then the soul of the book will absorb most of the literati's literary spirit, so that it will be difficult for the literati who lack the literary atmosphere to write high-quality articles. ”

It can be said that this problem has been a dead cycle from ancient times to the present, and the literati and the soul of the book want to solve it. ”

Speaking of this, Chi Shang Zhenyi paused for a moment, and then continued: "It's difficult~~~"

Chi Shang Zhenyi's three difficult words in his mouth did not scare 'Chuan Rui Kangcheng'. On the contrary, his face was excited, and his voice trembled: "My lord, is this true? Is it true that as long as Kang Cheng writes a world masterpiece, will the two of us have the opportunity to become the soul of the book together and live forever in the book?"

Listening to the excited voice of 'Chuan Rui Kangcheng', Ji Shang nodded sincerely and said, "That's right, but I just said the same." It is very difficult for a literati who has absorbed the literary qi to have a famous work, because those literary qi needs to nourish your body every day, so it is very difficult to do this. ”

"For the sake of Kang Cheng's son, I am willing to fall into a state of sleep from now on, so I believe that Kang Cheng will be able to write excellent articles. ”

"It's not that simple, this work must be a spiritual communication between the literati and the soul of the book, if you fall into a deep sleep, then even if the article published by Chuan Rui wins a world-class award, it is useless, because the article lacks the power of your book soul, such an article is useless, so ......"

Speaking of this, Chi Shang Zhenyi stopped talking. But the meaning is clear.

Hearing Chi Shang's sincere words, 'Chuan Rui Kangcheng', who was still very excited, slowly regained his composure, and only spoke again after a while: "No matter what, Aiko will work hard with Kang Cheng, thank you, my lord." ”

After the words fell, Chuan Rui Kangcheng was the same as before, trembling back and forth like a sheep madman, and then slowly stopped after a few seconds.

"Master Chishang, I heard what Aiko said to you just now, although the road ahead is very difficult. But I'm willing to work hard and I'm sure I'll have hope. Chuan Rui Kangcheng said to Chi Shang with a calm face.

Looking at Chuan Rui Kangcheng, who had regained his male voice, Ji Shang Zhenyi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, that kind of voice just now was too awkward. Now it's finally normal.

"The personal path is to be walked by yourself, and since you have decided to take this path, then I tell you that there is not much time left between you and the soul of the book. ”

"According to my eyesight, the soul power in your body can still carry the consciousness of both of you at the same time for up to seven years, if you haven't written a famous book within seven years. Then the consciousness of both of you will disappear with the shattered sea of consciousness, so you better hurry up. ”

Seven years? Chuan Rui Kangcheng secretly thought in his heart, although the seven years are a little tighter, but he believes that he still has a chance, and he believes that he will definitely be able to stay with his beloved son.

"I don't know if it will succeed, but both Kawarui and Aiko would like to thank Lady Chisho for your help and thank you for your guidance. Chuan Rui Kangcheng solemnly bowed to Chi Shang and thanked him.

Hearing Chuan Rui Kangcheng's thanks, Chi Shang said with a nonchalant face: "No need to do this, the reason why I help you is that I think you are a useful person, and it is precisely because of this that I am willing to mention you, I just hope you don't let me down." ”

"Anyway, Chuan Rui has to thank your lord, but your subordinates have a question, I don't know if you can answer it for your subordinates?"

"Ask a question. ”

"My subordinates want to know how you know that your subordinates have a beloved son? Your subordinates seem to have never met your lord, I wonder where you learned about it, my lord?" Hearing Chi Shang's sincere agreement, Chuan Rui Kangcheng immediately asked the question in his heart.

Regarding Chuan Rui Kangcheng's question, Chi Shang Zhenyi pondered slightly: "How did you know that? I read it in a newspaper, it should be a recent interview about you, and I happened to see your photo on it, so I wrote a letter and asked someone to send it to you." ”

"In the photo, your eyebrows are down, your ears are upturned, your upper jaw is less hairy, and your lower jaw is small. So, based on my inference, my guess is that there should be a ghost in your body. ”

"As a master of literature, I guess that the ghost in your body should be the soul of a book, and now it turns out that I was not wrong, now I understand. ”

"And if you don't want to die so early. In the future, when you go back, remember to blend less in dreams, even if the book soul in your body does not absorb your soul power, it will involuntarily absorb a lot of vitality in your body, so it is better to control it a little. ”

Ji Shang Zhenyi said to Chuan Rui Kangcheng in a didactic tone, completely ignoring the age gap between the two. I didn't think about the absurdity of my recent days, and I often played group battles with several wives, which was completely a picture of a crow falling on a pig, and I didn't see my own black when I saw someone else's black.

As a top master-level figure in the Japanese literary world, Yasunari Kawarui was reprimanded by this young new master, and his old face immediately showed a trace of unnaturalness.

"Hey, my subordinates remembered. ”

Looking at Chuan Rui Kangcheng's expression, Chi Shang couldn't help but secretly say in his heart: "I didn't expect it to be quite shy." ’

September 1st, early in the morning.

Akiko Inuyama got up early and ran out just as it was getting dark. I bought a copy of the Tokyo Mainichi Shimbun at a newsstand on the street, and then grabbed the newspaper with both hands and walked briskly home.

Although Akiko is also literate, she doesn't dare to read the contents of the newspaper at all, and she is afraid that she will not dare to show the newspaper to her husband after seeing bad news.

A pair of small feet moved quickly, and after a while, Akiko returned home.

"Husband, I'm back. ”

Closing the door, Akiko called out to her husband, who was kneeling at the low table, and then walked over to him and knelt down beside him, handing over the newspaper in his hand.

Inuyama Shiba looked at the newspaper handed over by his wife, but did not immediately open it. Instead, he turned to his wife and said, "Are there many people on the street?"

Uh~ Yakiko was a little stunned by her husband's question, she didn't understand why her husband suddenly asked her this irrelevant question, shouldn't she look at the results right now?

But since the husband asked, Akiko would naturally answer. He replied immediately: "It's okay, there are still people squatting everywhere like that, and those people don't seem to need to sleep at all, and the street of the newsstand is full early." ”

"There are still so many people looking for food, and they should have been working for a while when they came to Guozuo at this time, and if they were lucky, they should have unloaded a shipload of goods. He answered his wife's words. Inuyama Shiba Nan said quietly.

Akiko, who was kneeling on the side, listened to her husband's puzzling words, and her heart was puzzled, she didn't know what happened to her husband?

As if sensing his wife's doubts and worries, Inuyama Shiba Nan was silent for a while, and then slowly spoke: "The social economy is getting worse and worse, if I lose this competition, I'm afraid I will have to squat on the side of the road early like those people." ”

"I can't afford to lose for the sake of this family, I must win this competition, Amaterasu willing. ”

After the words fell, Inuyama Shiba suddenly reached out and grabbed the newspaper on the low table, unfolded the newspaper, and his eyes fell directly on the bold words on the genuine headline.

"The list of preliminary results of the 1st Sakura Literary Novel Contest. ”

"This literary fiction competition includes two categories: traditional literature and popular literature, of which there are 30 primary candidates for the traditional literature category, 30 people for each theme in the popular literature category, and a total of 120 people for the four groups of themes, among which the traditional anthology is Hasegawa Ichiro's "Haihe Mother", Noyama Kazuo's "Tokyo at Sunset", Hinoyan's "My First Experience" ......"

Although the primary list of traditional literature classification has nothing to do with him, Inuyama Shiao still looked at it little by little, and not a single name was missing.

Regardless of whether he wants to or not, after a while, Inuyama Shiba Nan finished reading the primary list of traditional literature, and after taking a deep breath, he slowly fell on the primary list of popular classification.

"The primary selection for the popular category includes "Midnight Mirror" by Hirayama Post, "No. 11 Night Bus" by Honda Plus, "Girl Eighteen Years Old" by Nishikawa Lang, "Once Upon a Time Hiroshima" by Kawachi Awabin, ......"

Compared to looking at the traditional literary classification, Inuyama Shiao is more nervous now, and when he sees the sixty on the list and hasn't seen himself, his heart fluctuates a little, but he still looks down slowly.

Sixty did not have Inuyama Shibao's name, seventy did not have his name, eighty still did not have one, and ninety did not.

One hundred, finally, Inuyama Shiba finally saw his name and work in the one hundred and ninth place on the list, and when his name and work appeared, his nerves, which had been tense, were finally relieved.

And after a while, Inuyama Shibao's forehead was already covered with a layer of fine sweat, obviously quite nervous in his heart, but now it was finally over.

"Shiba Inuyama's "Gintaro Demon Suppression" ......"

After reading his name and work, Shiba Inuyama finished reading the remaining eleven names, and then set his eyes on the introduction of the rules of the competition at the bottom of the newspaper.

"The semi-finals of this competition will last for a month and a half, and we will publish five novels a day in the Tokyo Mainichi Shimbun, one for each of the two categories, and so on for a month, and all 150 novels will be published in the preliminary selection. ”

"Then we will spend half a month to all friends across the country who support this competition. ”

"During this half-month period, all those who have purchased the Tokyo Mainichi Shimbun newspaper can cut out the voting column in the lower right corner of the newspaper, negotiate their favorite fiction articles in it, and mail it to the Tokyo Mainichi Shimbun or Shichikaichi Publishing Company. ”

In addition to supporting their favorite authors' novels, these voting friends will have the opportunity to win the grand prize prepared by the Sakura Group, including the first prize of 30,000 yen, the second prize of 20,000 yen, the third prize of 10,000 yen, and a variety of cherry blossom foods of up to 40,000 yen waiting for you to win. ”

"Prizes worth 100,000 yen are waiting for friends from all over the country to come and win, and everyone is welcome to participate, and finally the Sakura Group wishes everyone a ......."

After reading this long content, Inuyama Shiao slowly folded the newspaper and put it aside, turned his head to his wife, who was looking nervously at the side, and said, "Akiko, my husband was selected, and I didn't disappoint you and the children." ”

(To be continued.) )