"It's so great to write a book with me as the main character."

Lei Lao Wu was overjoyed when he heard this, and even couldn't believe it.

This is equivalent to writing a book, and even thieves and gods don't have this kind of treatment, so it's no wonder he's a little flattered.

If the books are good enough, it is possible that they will be passed down through the ages. I think that thousands of years later, there will still be people who will know his name and tell his story. Lei Lao Wu's excited lips trembled, his eyes were shining, and he couldn't wait to ask:

"I wonder if you've figured out the title of the book?"

"People light candles and ghosts blow out lamps, the title of the book is "Ghost Blowing Out the Lamp"." Jiang Yi picked up the teacup unhurriedly, took a sip, and calmly loaded a B.

""Ghost Blowing the Lamp", a good name, is thrilling and suspenseful enough when you hear it." Lei Lao Wu clapped his hands excitedly and praised again and again.

He regarded this unpublished book as the sustenance of his fame through the ages, and only felt that this book must be very wonderful and would definitely be a big seller.

Jiang Yi bowed: "In this case, then you can first introduce your situation in detail, and tell me about the experience of tomb robbing over the years, especially the bizarre encounters, I can also add them to the book." ”

"Okay, fine, no problem."

Lei Lao Wu nodded busily, and then began to tell his birth and tomb robbery experience one by one.

Jiang Yi took out a pen and paper and took notes.

……

In the next few days, Lei Lao Wu followed Jiang Yi's ass like a loyal little brother, saddled him before and after the horse, and poured tea and water for him.

When they heard that Jiang Yi was going to write a novel about Captain Jin, they were all interested and wanted to see it first.

It's just that Jiang Yi is usually busy with cultivation, and he only has two or three hours of rest a day before he has time to write novels, so the progress is not fast.

Of course, he couldn't really ask Jiang Yi to write a novel.

However, his mobile phone and power bank still have some electricity, and it is not a problem to copy a ghost blowing lamp. For the rest, you can make an outline and have someone write it for you.

In order to make the story more in line with the appetite of the public in this era, Jiang Yi also specially invited a literati with good literary skills to help him polish his pen.

In the blink of an eye, it was five days later.

Jiang Yi came to the inn with a pile of manuscript paper and announced to everyone: "Brothers, the first exquisite ancient city of Ghost Blowing Lantern has been written for a small time, let's take a look and give some evaluation." ”

Before the words fell, with a swish, Lei Lao Wu rushed over like a cheetah, snatched the manuscript paper in Jiang Yi's hand, and couldn't wait to look at it, wondering what kind of image he was in Jiang Yi's book.

The speed was so fast that even Bai Zhantang, a thief saint, was stunned to see it.

Guo Furong, Bai Zhantang, and Dazui also wanted to see how Jiang Yi's book was written, so they all leaned their heads over.

"Don't squeeze, I'll watch first, and then squeeze me to order you."

"Lao Bai, you're blocking me."

"Let's look at it together, don't rob indiscriminately, I'll row you if I rob again."

After arguing for a while, everyone took their own positions and began to read the manuscript paper quietly.

Looking at the lines of handwriting on the paper, a story with twists and turns and ups and downs came into everyone's eyes.

Mysterious savage ditches, deep and terrifying tombs, powerful and terrifying zongzi, snowy glaciers, and strange blue fire ghost insects.

As the story unfolds, everyone seems to have entered a bizarre, unpredictable and mysterious new world, and followed the protagonist through a fantasy adventure.

After reading the manuscript paper, the story came to an abrupt end at the climax, and everyone who watched it was uncomfortable to scratch their livers and lungs, eager to know the next plot.

Guo Furong jumped in front of Jiang Yi, grabbed his hand, and asked again and again, "What's going on with the nine-story demon tower?" Lei Lao Wu (the protagonist in the book): What happened to him? ”

Xiaobei also looked at Jiang Yi with blank eyes: "Brother Jiang, tell me quickly, is that blue fire ladybug real?" Is there really a zongzi in the world? ”

Although Bai Zhantang and Dazui didn't speak, they also looked at Jiang Yi with an inquiring gaze, waiting for him to give an answer.

In this regard, Jiang Yi can only give a non-spoiler answer, and calmly said that the article will be more exciting later.

And Lei Lao Wu himself, after reading the manuscript paper, fell into a stupor, and muttered to himself for a long time: "This, is this really me Lei Lao Wu, it turns out that I have experienced such a wonderful thing." ”

He had already begun to suspect that he had really experienced those strange and bizarre things as he said in the novel.

Everyone praised Jiang Yi's novel, only Xiucai on the side was a little pantothenic, muttering: "This writing, the writing is average, and the stories are all gods, ghosts and monsters, and there is no depth." ”

Guo Furong was dissatisfied with Xiucai's slander of her new idol so much, and retorted: "You said that Brother Jiang's book is not good, you have the ability to write one." ”

"Yes, you can do it, don't force it."

Xiaobei was like a fried cat, standing in front of Jiang Yi, defending her Jiang Yi Oba, and said:

"Do you know Brother Jiang, do you know how hard Brother Jiang works, he works hard to practice martial arts every day, and he has to write novels until midnight at night. You don't know his efforts at all, what qualifications do you have to say about him. ”

Big Mouth also made accusations: "You must be jealous of Xiao Jiang's talent, so you deliberately hacked him." ”

Xiucai didn't expect that just mentioning it attracted the siege of everyone, and he couldn't help but feel aggrieved: "I didn't say that the story was bad, I just felt that the depth and connotation were not enough." ”

Where can Lei Lao Wu let Xiucai slander this masterpiece with himself as the protagonist, and pointed at Xiucai with a fierce voice and said: "Do you know what depth and connotation are? You must know that the books that the public likes to see are good books, and what depth and connotation are all nonsense. ”

Moreover, Jiang Yi is a wanderer who has returned from overseas. How difficult it is to write such a book with the charm of the Ming Dynasty, do you know that you still dare to slander him, you are not worthy of being a Ming citizen at all. ”

Xiaobei: "That's right, you are still a talent in vain, but you have never written anything decent, you must be jealous that Brother Jiang can write such a good book." If you have the ability, you can write a copy too. ”

Looking at the appearance of everyone squirting wildly in order to maintain their talents, Jiang Yi could only say that it was really cool to feel like a brainless fan.

"You people don't know anything about literature, so it's useless to tell you this."

Xiucai alone can talk about a group of brainless fans, and he can only walk away in the face of everyone's ridicule.

Before leaving, he turned his head to look at everyone unwillingly and said, "Look at it, I will definitely be able to write a better novel than this ghost blowing the lamp." ”

After speaking, he lifted the curtains, returned to his room angrily, took out a pile of manuscript paper, and spread it on the table.

On the manuscript paper is four big characters "Wulin Gaiden".

This is the novel he intends to write, but unfortunately it has been more than a month, and he has only written two pages, and the speed is as slow as a snail.

Xiucai gritted his teeth, picked up his pen, and began to write, secretly swearing in his heart: "My martial arts biography will definitely be more exciting than the ghost blowing the lamp, and when the time comes, I will let you know what the real talent is." ”

Since then, Xiucai has been like a demon, in a trance all day long, and he doesn't know how to answer when he talks to him.

Standing behind the counter all the time, I don't settle the accounts, I just twist my brows, bite the pen, and write novels.

It's a pity that inspiration is rare, and Xiucai still has obsessive-compulsive disorder, after writing a page of the plot, looking back, I feel that it is not good, and it needs to be revised.

And so on, keep writing, keep overturning and revising, and it's incredibly slow.