Wang Chuan conceived all the stories and was trembling himself. Not to mention disgusting others, this story simply disgusted himself. Wang Chuan was skeptical that he would be able to finish the story.

"When did I become so perverted?"

After coming to this world and being lazy for so many years, Wang Chuan doubted life for the first time.

But he had already promised others, and when he said it, Wang Chuan could only force himself to be disgusted and start work.

During the reign of Emperor Wen, not only the writing of official documents underwent reform, but also folk literature was vigorously developed. It was at that time that the novelist book genre that is popular today began. Unlike poetry and scriptures, the text of fiction books is more inclined to the vernacular. But after all, this world has the language and writing habits of this world, and even if it is a vernacular, it is impossible to develop in the direction of the previous life. The novels of this world tend to be more in the style of the novels of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Wang Chuan usually likes to read novels in this style, but now that he is writing this novel, this style of writing is obviously not suitable.

Therefore, Wang Chuan thought twice and decided to use brushstrokes that were biased towards the style of his previous life.

In other words, it is more colloquial than contemporary writing, and adds a lot of psychological descriptions that contemporary fiction does not have—especially when it comes to action plots.

In this way, the disgusting level of the novel will be expressed to the fullest, and its perfect effect will be brought into play.

- I just hope that I won't be disgusted and fall down early.

Wang Chuan took a deep breath, put pen to paper, and the plot brewing in his mind turned into words and presented on paper.

One, two, three, four, five......

The written pages were directly placed on the ground by Wang Chuan to dry, and the progress of the novel finally entered the critical second half.

The quality of the four treasures of the study provided by the little girl is not very good, the black ink characters fall on the paper for a long time and are difficult to dry, and the paper is still soaked in water, making it crumpled. After drying on the ground, She Wei walked over, glanced at the large piece of paper on the ground, and asked Wang Chuan: "What did you write, based on these, can you punish those two pickled wicked people?" ”

"It should work."

Wang Chuan had already invested in the plot, and while continuing to write quickly, he replied casually without saying much.

She Wei asked again: "Can you let me see it first?" ”

"Whatever you want."

Wang Chuan had already brewed his emotions to the peak, and She Wei's words were only in his mind, coming out of his left ear and coming out of his right ear, and he didn't think about what he was talking about, so he replied casually. At this time, Wang Chuan couldn't care about anything else, he needed to write it down in one go, otherwise once it was interrupted, he didn't know if he still had the courage to continue. For this reason, Wang Chuan didn't dare to write this novel too long, and wanted to condense the plot to the point that it was enough to write it all at once, so it was good.

It's as long as this time's "The Secret of the One Word Door", which is quite suitable.

And Wang Chuan's skills in his previous life are still there, and he doesn't try to modify and embellish them, he writes down by feeling, and the speed of writing is very fast, and there are already a lot of them on the ground.

With a curious heart, She Wei picked up the pages that had been dried on the ground and sorted them out in order. At the same time as writing the article, Wang Chuan had already marked the page number on the page, so She Wei was very easy to organize and did not need to spend much effort at all.

The woman who didn't have much contact with literature in the rivers and lakes saw that Wang Chuan was so skilled and meticulous, and even thought that Wang Chuan was a senior novelist in the industry.

She Wei sorted out the ten or so pages, and then went to sit down on a chair to read. Although the deviant writing style is smooth, it always makes She Wei a little unaccustomed. The books she had read before hadn't been written like this. But after getting used to it, She Wei suddenly felt that such words were very pleasing to the eye, and it was much more comfortable to read than those novels that were circulating at the moment.

Then the names of Jianghu Baixiao Sheng and Hua Jianhou came into view. She Wei's brows furrowed slightly under the black veil, and she realized something slightly. The first page was turned over, and the second page was read, and the shy and disgusting psychology of the girl in the flower room unfolded with the description on the paper, and She Wei was not good.

She finally understood what Wang Chuan was writing!

"But this novel is so beautiful and different that you can't help but want to read it!"

She Wei pinched the corner of the second page with her fingers, struggled for a while, and finally couldn't help it and turned to the next page.

Little by little, the door to the new world opened before She Wei's eyes.

Under the black veil of the hat, a pair of eyes reflecting scribbled words went from rejection, to disgust, to reluctance, to struggle, and finally to curiosity and devotion, I don't know how much has changed. Her outfit covered her tightly, and it was difficult for others to see her expression, but she was still worried about being discovered by others, so she secretly glanced at Wang Chuan, and saw that Wang Chuan was still brushing and waving the brush with dedication, so she continued to look down and look down at the words on the paper in her hand.

After reading more than ten pages, there were several more sheets of paper on the ground over there. Before the ink on it was dry, She Wei continued to sort out what had been dried, folded it in order, sat down and continued to read.

The plot of the story gradually deepens, and the forbidden door follows behind the gate of the new world, opening to She Wei little by little.

She Wei couldn't help but glance at Wang Chuan again, and said in her heart, "What a pervert", and wanted to put down the stack of papers in her hand, but she was a little reluctant.

And anyway, this novel written by Catch Kuai is indeed helping her punish the wicked, and she really realized it from the novel.

- Although she still doesn't know what to do with the next step of the novel after the novel is finished.

- Although she never expected that this would be the way to catch fast.

- though she doesn't approve of this kind of eye-for-eye, childish, and disgustingly disgusting approach.

Either way, she knew very well that she really needed to thank the catcher.

After struggling for a long time and finding a lot of reasons, She Wei finally couldn't hold back and continued to look down at the words on the paper.

Page after page, page after page.

One stack, another stack.

It was noon, and it was afternoon, when the first slanting sun of the evening hit the guest room, Wang Chuan was finally done.

"Whew...... It's finally over! ”

Wang Chuan clicked the last point, threw the pen out of the distance, and then raised his two arms high, Meimei stretched her waist, exhaled a long breath, and sighed, "It's terrible!" ”

One is writing and the other is chasing, and those who chase books are always faster than those who write books. When Wang Chuan wrote the words on the last piece of paper, She Wei was already standing beside Wang Chuan, directly chasing Wang Chuan's pen and looking down.

When the pen in Wang Chuan's hand flew out with a circle of ink dots, She Wei also finished reading this novel, which was neither short nor long. She was stunned for a while, and couldn't tell what she felt in her heart.

"It's horrible!"

She couldn't help but say the same lines as Wang Chuan.