Chapter 39: Even if I reward you!

Shi Wuxian is angry. For a long time, his identity as an online writer has been highly respected by his friends, classmates and countless fans.

Writers, "sitting at home", sitting at home, can make money by coding words without going out. Moreover, a book is written in red, and the gold is ten thousand taels. This feeling has made thousands of literature lovers flock to this profession one after another, and worship the great gods, including him.

This feeling of being worshiped is simply like the rebirth of "Carapace", and the return of "look at it". (Phew, these two old men have already traveled west, what do I compare to them?) It should be said that "Liu Mouhua" is coming, and "Zhang Mouyou" is coming. Unexpectedly, this Lu Xiaofeng actually ignored himself, cups!

"Do you know what a great god is?" Shi Wuxian asked.

"Zhilu Dao, it's the one who dances all day." Xiaofeng replied.

"Dancing?" Shi Wuxian was stunned.

"Haven't you heard? Dancing gods, isn't that dancing to cheat money? ”

", am I the great god? I'm a novelist, and I'm the best at writing fiction. "Shi Wuxian can't care about modesty.

"Oh, after talking for a long time, you're the head of the poor book. Well, I know, you're the leader of the beggar gang. Xiaofeng made a gesture.

"Beggar Gang Leader?" Shi Wuxian looked at the clothes on his body, "What do I look like Hanako?" ”

"You don't know what to do?" Xiaofeng Yile, "In this beggar gang, there are dirty clothes gang and clean clothes gang. As for you, if you are dressed like a dog, you should be from the Clean Clothes Gang, right? No matter how you dress, aren't you also a beggar's leader? Ha Lu Ha! ”

Shi Wuxian was not angry.

"You've read the book, have you? Isn't this statement of the Clean Clothes Gang and the Dirty Clothes Gang in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"? Shi Wuxian asked.

"yes, but I'm not a reader. What's so good about books? No pictures, no action, no stunts, it's long outdated. I watched the TV series, the 83 version. ”

"Oh, it's that version, it's a classic."

This TV series is also watched by Shi Wuxie.

"Really? Do you know which character I like the most? Xiaofeng asked.

"Who?"

"Of course it's the old urchin Zhou Botong, haluha."

"Oh, I don't really like him, crazy. My favorite is Hong Qigong. ”

"Ha Luha, Hong Qigong? Isn't that the beggar leader? It seems that you are really a beggar? ”

", where am I from a beggar's gang? I'm writing books. Let me tell you, this Hong Qigong's kung fu is much higher than that of the old naughty boy. ”

"Nonsense, the old naughty boy's kung fu is amazing??????"

The two actually talked about this "Legend of the Condor Heroes", from the characters in it to the plot, to the martial arts routines, the more they talked, the more speculative they became.

Shi Wuxian also forgot that he was accepting apprentices, so he chatted with Xiao Feng and the sky.

Looking at this master who was not a few years older than himself, looking at his high-spirited appearance and dancing eyebrows, Xiaofeng thought: You, just a little older than me, still want to be my master?

However, while chatting, the two still found that they had a lot in common with each other.

For example, both of them hate the villain in the novel - Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, both hate Bo Xing's hypocritical Yang Kang, both worship the Eastern Evil Yellow Pharmacist, and both yearn for the heroic demeanor of killing traitors and eliminating evil.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with everyone's three views.

Talking and chatting, Shi Wuxian realized that he had digressed, and besides, he and Xiaofeng seemed to have become good buddies, and they didn't have the appearance of a master and apprentice at all.

He cleared his throat and said, "Okay, don't talk about this anymore. Now, let's get down to business. How about you learn to write books with me and be my apprentice? ”

"I don't write books, I'm not interested." Xiaofeng shook his head, "If you teach me kung fu, that's pretty much it." ”

"You're already my apprentice, so you have to do what I say." The stubborn Shi Wuxian pretended to be serious, "Only the master teaches the apprentice, and there is no apprentice who chooses what to learn." ”

"Why?" Xiao Feng was not happy, "It's the 21st century, you can choose an apprentice, of course I can also choose a master." If you don't teach me, I can find someone else. ”

What kind of apprentices are these?

"Xiaofeng, let me tell you, there are a lot of benefits to writing a book." Shi Wuxian lowered his head, lowered his posture, and said with a pleasant face, "I'll tell you, as long as you follow me, you promise to eat fragrant food and drink spicy food in the future." ”

Shi Wuxian felt that his face was really thick enough.

Coercion and temptation, and whisper.

In order to accept this apprentice, he really did everything.

No way, who told themselves to bet with others? That's a matter of face.

For the sake of face, I had to put this old face and the dignity of this great god aside today.

As long as this Lu Xiaofeng agrees to learn from himself, he can say anything.

Doesn't this Shi Wuxian want to find someone else to be his disciple? Why does he have to die and rely on the little wind?

Just now, in the chat with Xiao Feng, Shi Wuxian found that Xiao Feng had clear thinking and fluent expression, especially for those characters, plots and kung fu, which were wonderful and exciting.

What do you rely on to write a book? It depends on this clear idea and clear expression.

Shi Wuxian has also come into contact with many people, or, his mind is a little unclear, he has no ideas for writing articles, and he is confused; Or, it is clear-headed but inarticulate, and the writing is not fluent; Or, it's clear-headed, fluent in writing, but lacking enthusiasm for writing, and getting by.

And this Lu Xiaofeng is not only clear-headed, articulate, and fluent in expression, but also when it comes to his favorite characters, stories and plots, he is even more gushing, sprinkled, enthusiastic and vivid, his eyebrows are dancing, and his saliva is flying.

Even, when Xiaofeng said that he was excited, even the great god Shi Wuxie, who was not easy to be emotional, was enthusiastically boiled by him.

This Lu Xiaofeng is definitely a master of speech, he can say that the dead are alive, and the "like a flower" (note: it is recommended to watch Zhou Mouchi's comedy, you will know who Lu Dao is) as the four beauties.

And those who can give speeches will not be much worse at writing articles.

Coupled with the super endurance of this kid he has taught and this ghostly clever mind, this Lu Xiaofeng is really a manufacturable material! This guy may really become a generation of gods in the future!

Shi Wuxian couldn't help but feel glad for his choice.

Therefore, he made up his mind even more that he must receive this kid under his command, and today, if he agrees to be his apprentice, he will not let him go out of this door.

"Really?" Xiao Feng put his hands in front of his chest, and his eyes rolled, "Then tell me, what are the benefits of writing a book?" ”

"First of all, you can make money." Shi Wuxian said.

"I know this, code words to make money, I've heard of it." Xiaofeng is not stupid, he just said that Shi Wuxian is a beggar, but he deliberately wants to provoke Shi Wuxie, "Then how much do you earn a year?" ”

Shi Wuxian hesitated, but still didn't say his true income.

He doesn't want his apprentices to come for money as soon as they come in, and such people often give up quickly.

"This, you will know the Tao in the future." Shi Wuxian avoided the topic.

Xiaofeng snorted in his nostrils, and said in his heart: If you don't have money, you don't have money, you still lie to me that you are a god. If you really make a lot of money, why don't you dare to say it? Boss Yang next door, who runs a grocery store, is not afraid to talk about his income, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will rob you?

I think you're a poor scholar.

Useless is a scholar, this is Xiaofeng's evaluation of those who will only bury their heads in reading and writing.

"And next?" Xiaofeng asked.

"Secondly, freedom. We code people, don't have to go to work, don't have to sign in, don't have to listen to the boss to work. We are our own bosses and our own time. Free and uninhibited. Shi Wuxian was intoxicated.

He was indeed intoxicated. This kind of free life is the dream he has been fighting for for so many years. Today, he has achieved that dream.

"Free, not necessarily." Xiaofeng disagreed.

"For what?"

"Aren't you just a codeword? I ask you, can you come with money without coding? Do you still have to write books every day? Xiaofeng asked.

Seeing my sister typing on the keyboard on the computer every day, without stopping for a day, Xiaofeng was not worth it for her.

As for it? I only get a few hundred yuan more a month, which makes me more tired than other people's work.

Xiaofeng admires the managers of those companies who go on for a few hours a day and get tens of thousands of dollars a month.

You say, you coders, 365 days a year, have to code for several hours a day, just earn that money, is it worth it?

"That's right, I still have to code words now." Shi Wuxian replied.

"That's it. So what freedom do you have? I can go wherever I want now, I can do whatever I want, do you say you are free or am I free? ”

"This ?????? It's my hobby, I like it, you don't care. Shi Wuxian didn't expect Xiao Feng to ask him such a question.

"Next." Xiaofeng was a little impatient.

"The last one is my hobby. Writing a book allows me to unleash myself to the fullest. If you think about it, in novels, we can make up so many characters, so many stories. By the way, just like in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" we just said, there are so many wonderful characters and stories, how amazing? Don't you feel like you're the creator of this book? You can create such a good story, so many vivid characters, and it will be passed down through the ages! ”

Xiaofeng was indeed a little moved by the last one.

When he was a child, he loved to read all kinds of stories, especially fairy tales, what puppet Pinocchio, what black cat sheriff, what Tinker Bell, all of which were his favorites.

However, as he grew up day by day, slowly, he was unwilling to spend any more time in this story, and he was not willing to weave a kingdom of stories.

The dream is beautiful, but the reality is skinny.

"Unfortunately, I'm not interested." Xiaofeng said lazily, "I just like to play games." You say, why should I use my own brain to write a book for someone else? If someone else does something good, I'll play it, and I'll come and see it. I'm full of food, and I have to spend so much time and energy to write a book for others to read, and I'm half exhausted? ”

"Xiaofeng, how can you say that?" Shi Wuxian was not angry.

"Or else. As for you, if you want me to read your book, that's fine, then I'll grieve myself and be your reader. Maybe, if I want to be happy, or if I have some money in the future, I'll give you a dime or two, which can be regarded as your manuscript fee. It's not easy to get to know your old man, even if I reward you, lift you up. ”

Xiao Feng glanced at Shi Wuxian and said??????