Maybe many years later, Ma Feifei will remember today's scene.

Yes, his bookstore is full!

Both books were rented and there were two more customers in line!

Yes, there are four of them!

Zhao Xiaodao is back! Brought her best friend here, heard about the new book, and took out twenty spirit crystals from her best friend's pocket very proudly, and they wanted to cover the sky!

"It's really happy and painful!" Ma Feifei took the ballpoint pen, looked at the Zhou Zhuya sisters and brothers standing at the door, and bit the tip of the pen.

'Ahh ’

"I'm really sorry! If I want to read a book, I probably can't do it today. Ma Feifei pointed to the empty bookshelves around him and said with some embarrassment.

Mom sells batches, and the bookstore is opened like him, so I'm really sorry for the Traverser Alliance.

Thinking of this, Ma Feifei was a little injured, and continued to copy poems.

Now only by completing the book as soon as possible and expanding the number of books can we get the reading volume and upgrade!

Zhou Zhuya glanced at Zhou Guanyu helplessly, glanced at the empty bookstore, and said, "It seems that we can only come again tomorrow." ”

Zhou Zhuya's diligence is mostly due to the desire to read, while Zhou Guanyu's mind to read books and his mind to see a doctor are mixed.

So Zhou Guanyu thought a little too much.

"Sister, wait a minute. Zhou Guanyu walked in the direction of Zhao Xiaodao.

"Two girls, my sister likes to read these two books very much, so I wonder if the two of you can give in?" After Zhou Guanyu finished speaking, he had an extra bag in his hand out of thin air, put it on the table, and said, "Here are a hundred spirit crystals, as compensation for the two, how about it?"

Zhou Guanyu's meaning is very clear, take this hundred spirit crystal, in exchange for the ownership of these two books for one day.

Zhao Xiaodao glanced at Zhou Guanyu and shook his head.

She likes this book for a long time, more than the "Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales", she likes the beautiful sentences in it, the sunny attitude to life, and the ordinary trivialities, these are very magical to her; What's more, Zhao Xiaodao has been reading the "Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales" since he practiced six ranks in a row, and he vaguely felt that this bookstore was a little magical, and he found a new book today, so he naturally wanted to read it as soon as possible; Zhao Xiaodao had a vague thought in his heart, what if he improved his cultivation after reading this book?

As for a hundred spirit crystals, in front of the six consecutive jumps, it was simply a joke.

The beautiful woman next to Zhao Xiaodao smiled elegantly and did not speak.

"Come back. Zhou Guanyu still wanted to speak, but Zhou Zhuya took the lead.

"Okay, sister. Zhou Guanyu was a little helpless, and showed an embarrassed look at Zhao Xiaodao and the others, took back the spirit crystal and returned to Zhou Zhuya's side.

"Since there are people today, let's come back tomorrow. Zhou Zhuya glanced at Ma Feifei, who was immersed in writing poems, and said softly.

She still felt a little sorry that she couldn't see that interesting book. But since there is no chance, she naturally will not deliberately force it, this is her attitude towards life, with fate.

At this moment, Zhou Zhuya suddenly felt that his body began to become heavy, and the breath in his body began to run uncontrollably.

It looks like it's going to have a seizure.

Suddenly, Zhou Zhuya's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Fortunately, he covered it with a handkerchief in time, and all the blood was sprinkled on the handkerchief.

The face that had been better suddenly turned pale again.

The white handkerchief was dyed red, and even ran down the handkerchief and dripped to the ground, so that even the handkerchief could not cover the blood.

"Sister" Zhou Guanyu hurriedly helped Zhou Zhuya to sit on the table next to the door, and said to the maid waiting outside: "Hurry up and get the medicine." ”

As a result, the quiet bookstore became a little noisy.

Such a big movement naturally alarmed Ma Feifei, and he was originally a little unhappy, but when he saw Zhou Zhuyan's pale face and the handkerchief stained red with blood, he was immediately stunned.

"My good girl, it's so serious!"

"You're not going to die in my shop, are you?"

"Bah, palm, what are you talking about? ”

However, Ma Feifei was really a little worried, and he didn't even have the heart to copy poems.

Zhao Xiaodao and her 'best friend' were also attracted by the situation on Zhou Zhuya's side, the beautiful woman sitting next to Zhao Xiaodao looked at Zhou Zhuya's state, first frowned slightly, as if she was recalling something, after a while, her brows relaxed, she looked at Zhou Zhuya curiously, and said: "This person's face is pale and weak, his internal breath is chaotic, and the Nine Dao Palace is closed, he should be suffering from the legendary 'Nine Cold Disease', and only Zhou Wuji's daughter has this disease in the world." ”

Zhao Xiaodao asked, "That Infinite Spirit Emperor?"

The beautiful woman nodded and said, "I heard that Zhou Wuji's daughter was born with a 'Nine Colds' Zhou Wuji found a medical saint peony medicine to treat his daughter three years ago, which caused a lot of turmoil in the upper echelons. It's just that it is said that the medical saint peony is helpless in the face of this 'nine colds', and can only use secret methods to barely hang the life of Zhou Wuji's daughter. ”

There are three major supernatural hermits in the Canglong Continent.

The goddess of Yin Yue, who ranks first on the Canglong Fairy List, the founding emperor of Great Chu, the overlord of Chu, and the medical saint peony.

These three people, after the abdication of the overlord of Chu five thousand years ago, began to retreat and impact the ascension realm, of course, there is no news after five thousand years, and there is no news of death; the goddess of Yin Yue has also disappeared for two hundred years; the medical saint peony is okay, and his legend can be heard every few decades.

Zhou Wuji was able to invite a doctor to go out of the mountain to heal his daughter by virtue of his status as the Spirit Emperor, but he became famous in the Canglong Continent, and the name of the 'Wuji Spirit Emperor' was also known to the world.

'Nine cold disease is really rare, the medical saint peony once asserted that Zhou Zhuya only has a three-year lifespan, and now the three-year period is approaching, it seems that the time of the Zhou family is running out. Speaking of this, the beautiful woman also sighed lightly, as if she was regretting this peachy life.

Zhao Xiaodao blinked his eyes, staring at Zhou Zhuya, not knowing what he was thinking in his little brain. She lived at the bottom of the society when she was a child, and she can be regarded as well-informed when she has traveled south and north over the years, but Zhou Wuji really doesn't know how to ask the doctor Saint Peony to treat the woman, and she is very curious in her heart, there are people in this world who can't be cured by the Doctor Saint Peony.

That's a medical saint! Canglong Continent's unique medical saint, a medical saint who is rumored to be able to bring the dead back to life!

But I didn't expect that there were also patients who could not be cured by the holy peony medicine.

"Is this girl okay, do you want to call a doctor?" Ma Feifei still couldn't sit still, put down the pen and walked to Zhou Zhuya's side, and asked in a low voice.

He was really afraid that Zhou Zhuya would have three strengths and two shortcomings, saying that it was because he was a little far-fetched in his own territory, but he was simply kind-hearted, and he couldn't feel distressed when he saw such a beautiful girl vomiting so much blood.

"Speaking of the system, do you have any panacea or anything like that, sell it to me! I have a spirit crystal!" Ma Feifei was still trying to talk to the system in his mind, but the system never responded.

Helpless, Ma Feifei could only say two words of concern.

Fortunately, Zhou Zhuya drank the medicine handed over by the maid, rested for a while, her pale face finally recovered a little, and she barely squeezed out a smile and said: "It's not in the way, it's old and sick, it's good to rest." ”

To be honest, Ma Feifei couldn't help much, seeing that Zhou Zhuya had a little strength to speak, he could only nod and retreat at the moment.

"I don't know what kind of illness she had, it seems to be quite serious. Ma Feifei thought.

Because of Zhou Zhuya's sudden illness, they couldn't leave immediately, but continued to rest in the bookstore, waiting for Zhou Zhuya's body to recover before leaving.

For Ma Feifei, as long as it doesn't affect the customer's reading, it doesn't matter how long they stay here, not to mention that they are also their own customers.

"Oh, customer, customer!" As soon as he thought of the customer waiting here, Ma Feifei was anxious, looking at the yellowed paper and unable to put pen to paper.

"Hey, I think I've got a song. Perhaps it was an explosion of inspiration, Ma Feifei had an ancient poem in his mind, and he wrote it down at the moment.

Yongliu

He Zhizhang

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Well, an ancient poem from a primary school Chinese textbook.

"Hey! I seem to remember another song. Suddenly, Ma Feifei seemed to have an idea, one after another, and after a while, he copied all thirty ancient poems.

The moment the thirty ancient poems were copied, the pile of yellowed paper in front of Ma Feifei turned into a golden light and flew into the bookshelf.

'Ding!Host triggers new side quest - Enrich the library'

Task content: Complete an original work within three months, with a minimum of 100,000 words, and the book grade must not be lower than blue quality.

Reward: A copy of "A Thousand Golden Parties".

Sure enough, this method worked. Thirty ancient poems are not only booked, but also trigger a new side quest. Finish an original novel within three months, with a word count of no less than 100,000 words, this can't be, but what the hell is the blue quality?

There was no hurry to create, Ma Feifei ran to the bookshelf and took down the book that had just been completed.

"Hey, it's a little different. Ma Feifei looked at the book in his hand, and then looked at the book in the hands of Zhao Xiaodao and the others, and found that the book in his hand was white, and Zhao Xiaodao's was blue.

"Is there any difference?" Ma Feifei subconsciously glanced at the cover of the book, only to see that it read: "Thirty poems"

Well, that's the name, the background is white, nothing.

Oh, there's also a signature, Ma Feifei.

Ma Feifei opened the book and took a look at it, and found that there was nothing abnormal.

"Strange, why on earth is it? Is it difficult to achieve because this is not a book rewarded by the system? So the colors are different? But what does the difference in color mean?"

"Does it have something to do with the quality of the book?"

Ma Feifei held the book and thought, and the reactions of other customers in the store were also completely different.

The golden light flew by just now, and everyone saw it.

They were all surprised, but the difference was that the Zhou Guanyu sisters and brothers were surprised and curious and surprised, curious about why there was suddenly an extra book, and surprise was whether one more book meant that they could read it.

Zhao Xiaodao was surprised with a deep puzzlement, the surprise was roughly the same, what he was puzzled about was that it seemed that this book seemed to have spirituality, and it would fly into the bookshelf, why could he still steal the "Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales" that day?

And the beautiful woman was shocked!

She has a quick and delicate mind, she has been observing Ma Feifei since she entered the door, knowing that he has been writing all along, and the golden light just now also flew into the bookshelf from Ma Feifei, and it turned out to be a book in an instant.

This scene reminded her of a legend from ancient times.

'Writing is a book!'