In fact, the most difficult thing is copying books.

Because speaking of which, all of them are best-selling, they all have distinctive characteristics of the times, just like those that are sold on the Internet, they may not be best-selling if they are sold for decades, as for the martial arts of Jin, Liang, Gu, and Wen, they may not be popular in the Internet era.

In short, readers of different eras, with hobbies of different eras, are too trendy, and it is unknown whether they will sell well in Yongping for 50 years, but it is not yet known whether readers can adapt to it.

Although I think about it, that is, the martial arts of Jin, Liang, Gu, and Wen are closer to the times, but who should be copied?

Maybe which work should be copied in so many books?

Anyway, in the end, it's all my work......

First of all, he first wrote a "Dragon and Tiger Fighting Jinghua" on paper, and then just as he was about to list the title of the book, Zhu Mingzhong crossed out the name.

"I don't have any Tartar, but I'm still in the Boxers."

Well, let's cross out the martial arts related to the Qing Dynasty first, there are dozens of them, and Zhu Mingzhong selected a copy - "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch", whether the style of this martial arts is unfamiliar in this era is unknown. But this book is establishing a classic female image in the history of martial arts - practicing neon clothes, at least heroines, love, well, these are all basic popular elements.

recalled the plot of "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch", although many years have passed, but when Zhu Mingzhong recalled it, the content of the original work immediately appeared in his mind. In the years of copying books in the palace, he has long been accustomed to all this, or into the ground, this is the golden finger of the traverser.

"In the cool autumn of September, the grass in the north is declining, and there is a group of people and horses, along the border of Sichuan and Shaanxi provinces, the Daba Mountain Range, letting the horses go west. At the front were several majestic warriors, and in the middle was an open-top mule cart......"

That Xu has been "copying" books in the palace for so many years, Zhu Mingzhong's pen speed is very fast, with the content that comes to mind, he quickly writes the content, but it is only a few hours, and he actually wrote more than 10,000 words.

After practicing calligraphy for decades, Zhu Mingzhong's handwriting is not bad now, and he has written traditional Chinese characters for decades, and now he is used to traditional characters.

Even if he is young, he can't rely on his youth to stay up, for Zhu Mingzhong, who is young again, he naturally cherishes his body very much, and at ten o'clock, he went to bed on time to rest.

The next morning, he got up at 6 o'clock, freshened up briefly, and had decided to take every day seriously, so he went to the nearby park to run and exercise to keep his body healthy. In the park, I met a few girls who were running, although they were not beautiful, but they were full of youthful vitality, which attracted Zhu Mingzhong to take a few more looks.

Perhaps because of the return to youth, many organs of the body are also full of youthful vitality, and it is inevitable that some young people will be restless. Feeling the restlessness in his heart, Zhu Mingzhong immediately made a decision and moved.

Exercise can deplete excess physical energy in the body.

After making this decision, Zhu Mingzhong quickened his pace, and he ran faster and faster, even surpassing a passerby who was exercising on a bicycle, and it was at this time that he felt that his body might have undergone some strange changes. Otherwise, how could he still be alive until now.

Although after the last crossing, Zhu Mingzhong found that his body had become very strong and powerful, but now he felt stronger, and he ran very fast, like a gust of wind, running in the park, just like this for half an hour, and when he stopped again, although he was panting slightly, he did not feel any tiredness.

"It seems to be a little faster than it used to be......"

Frowning, Zhu Mingzhong said to himself.

But that's all, the pounding belly reminds him that he should go get something to eat. Maybe I don't feel tired after running for half an hour, but I'm hungry.

After eating, Zhu Mingzhong did not go back to the place where he lived directly, the semi-basement was too lively during the day, and it was not suitable for writing at all, compared to the residence, he preferred to be in an open-air café somewhere on the side of the road.

Half an hour later, sitting in the open-air seat of a tea house near the park, Zhu Mingzhong ordered a cup of coffee, perhaps tea is the most popular drink in the world, but coffee is also very popular, as early as the Xingqian period, there are young people to this exotic drink as fresh, fashionable.

Of course, Zhu Mingzhong ordered a cup of coffee, but only because he needed a cup of coffee to refresh himself, or rather, he needed the sugar in the coffee, which was discovered when copying books in the palace in the past, although the golden finger allowed him to clearly recall the books he had read, but it would consume a lot of energy, and supplementing sugar was the best choice, and coffee naturally became a better choice than tea. Of course, the waitress at this café is also very eye-catching.

The waitress in a light cyan uniform is tall, with a distinct mixed-race appearance, her long hair is neatly tied into a big ponytail, and her chest revealed through her skirt is even more seductive.

Of course, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is enough to see it, without any unrealistic illusions, Zhu Mingzhong is still the same as in the past, sipping high-sugar coffee, frowning and recalling, and holding a pen in the other hand and constantly writing.

Unconsciously, the coffee in the cup bottomed out, and there were dozens of manuscript papers in front of him, from early morning to noon, Zhu Mingzhong felt a little hungry, and when he was thinking about where to eat, the beautiful waitress appeared in front of him with a smile on the coffee pot.

"Do you need to refill the glass? Mr. ”

"Huh?"

Zhu Mingzhong, who hadn't recovered from it, didn't hear what she said.

"Did you disturb your train of thought? Really complaining, do you still need to refill the cup? ”

"Okay, thanks."

Zhu Mingzhong smiled in return.

"I see you've been writing all morning, what are you writing? Is it? ”

The girl asked, looking at the messy manuscript on the table. She had already peeked a few words when she refilled the glass earlier.

"Hmm,"

Nodding, Zhu Mingzhong responded.

"However, I don't seem to be satisfied with you, so you paused for a while."

The girl's words made Zhu Mingzhong purse his lips, and then said.

"I did run into some problems."

After a pause, looking up at the girl, Zhu Mingzhong said.

"I'm thinking of a book, martial arts, have you ever seen martial arts?"

"Of course, martial arts are very popular."

The girl with the coffee pot glanced at the paper again.

"And your writing is also very good,"

"However, the protagonist of my film is a heroine, and it has a lot to do with love, I don't know, readers can't accept it."

Zhu Mingzhong said with a sad face.

"After all, if I'm not mistaken, it seems that no one has written like this yet......"

The waitress who had been just a simple politeness suddenly became full of interest.

"You mean, your protagonist is a heroine?"

"Yes, a woman."

Zhu Mingzhong continued.

"This heroine turned gray overnight for the sake of love."

The waitress had a gleam of joy in her eyes. Zhu Mingzhong's words changed.

"But I don't know if such a protagonist will be popular with readers!"

Zhu Mingzhong paused, in fact, after choosing "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch", he was still a little worried, worried that this one would be unpopular.

"I'm sure there will be a lot of people who like you."

The girl said with a grin.

"After all, many people like to watch martial arts now, and this one of yours sounds very attractive, and I think it may even be made into a movie in the future, after all, the most popular thing in the cinema is martial arts movies."

"Present your auspicious words ......"

Looking at the waiter in front of him with a smile, Zhu Mingzhong said with a smile.

"If there is a day, I must make you the heroine."

"Me? Heroine? Are you sure? ”

The girl smiled excitedly.

"It would be great if that day came one day. You don't know, I came to Zhongdu just to be an actor, but ......"

The girl pouted.

"But they said that my appearance was too obvious and not suitable to be an actor."

"The character issue, the key is that you are beautiful, beautiful, and many times, it is the first premise of the success of an actress. What is your name? ”

The girl in front of her is indeed very beautiful, looking a bit like Natalie Portman, but her appearance is more oriental, and her body is a little hotter, and her skin is whiter, and even more delicate, like a condensation.

"My name is Han Bingling, I'm from Sichuan, what about you?"

Sichuan...... Perhaps, her mother or grandmother is a Western maidservant.

"Hello, get to know me, my name is Zhu Mingzhong, and I'm from Yingzhou Mansion."

In this way, even if the two know each other, knowing a maid in a beautiful tea house will not bring too many benefits to Zhu Mingzhong, and he still sleeps alone at night. I still have to run for an hour in the morning to vent my excess energy.

The only good thing is that when he "copies", Han Bingling will take the initiative to refill his cup and add a few more sugar cubes, it seems that this is the only benefit.

Of course, Zhu Mingzhong himself is not stingy, every time he leaves, he will put a yuan under the coffee cup, almost half of which is a tip, which is a lot of income for a maid who has an income of only sixty or seventy yuan a month.

In this way, Zhu Mingzhong wrote here for several days, until ten days later, in the afternoon, he suddenly stopped, and then put away all the manuscripts.

"Why did you stop?"

Again, when he came over with a coffee pot, Han Bingling asked.

"I'm done."

Zhu Mingzhong smiled, and then said.

"Give me a cup of tea, the coffee is too sweet."

"Don't you like it?"

Han Bingling looked at him in some surprise.

"When you're not writing, there's no need to drink something so sweet."

After changing a cup of tea, Han Bingling looked at him and asked.

"So what are you going to do next?"

"Wait, I sent the manuscript to the newspaper five days ago, but there is no news yet."

Zhu Mingzhong, who was holding a teacup, whispered silently.

"Maybe, they don't like it."