If it was before, whether Lin Hu would have tried to write a novel is really a matter of two words, because he is a person who cherishes his life, and he will not use his life to fight for an unknown future.

But the Broken Knife Society, he deeply understood that whether his life can be in his own hands depends more on whether he has the strength to protect himself.

Therefore, he fought in his heart, and the people died and the birds were facing the sky, and he would not die for thousands of years.

Of course, you really have to think about what you want to write, if you directly take out the gods in your memory, the flood and the like, it is estimated that the end will not be much better than his predecessors, so you have to think twice

Early the next morning, Lin Hu hurriedly had breakfast in Tieji, and then left Tieji, Tieji did not have too much control over the daily life of the blacksmiths in the store, of course, if you want to leave for a long time, you still need to report your whereabouts.

Wenhua Bookstore is the second largest bookstore in Qishan Town, in addition to operating all kinds of books, the store also sells all kinds of stationery, here, is Lin Hu's goal today, as for why not choose the largest Qingfeng Study, naturally Lin Hu also has Lin Hu's consideration.

As soon as he entered the bookstore, a man who looked like a guy walked towards Lin Hu, half-hunched and said to Lin Hu with one hand: "Please be in the guest officer, I don't know what the guest officer needs?"

Lin Hu didn't go in, looked at the furnishings in the bookstore, and saw that all kinds of books on the shelves were dazzling, next to these bookshelves, there were a few people who looked like scholars, as if they were looking for books, and on the other side of the bookshelf, there were delicate paperweights, inkstones, brushes, etc., mixed with a few antique ancient paintings.

Faced with the guy's inquiry, Lin Hu said straight to the point: "I want some good rice paper and brushes, I don't know if you have anything that satisfies me." ”

Before the man could answer, a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar continued his words: "Yes, of course, if we don't have any booksets in our store that satisfy you, then there will be no satisfactory ones in the entire Qishan." The words are full of confidence.

When Lin Hu heard this, he was also interested, and said in a good time: "As far as I know, the most famous bookstore in the entire Qishan should be Qingfeng Study, why do you dare to boast about Haikou so much?"

When the man heard this, he was not angry, but said seriously: "The reason why Qingfeng Study is famous is because they have people above them, there are chains everywhere in the store, and they mainly deal in Shengdao monthly magazines and various books, and there are not many people who read in this small place in Qishan, so they don't pay much attention to books, to be honest, if it weren't for the special geography of Qishan and the large enough population, this Qingfeng Study may not necessarily look at us here, and they just follow the convention and routine to open a bookstore here." ”

The man's explanation relieved Lin Hu, in general, it was that the Qingfeng study shop was too big, and the small place of Shangqi Mountain, which was not much to look down on, didn't want to bother to make such a small amount of money at all. As for Qingfeng Study, it doesn't mean that others can't look down on it, other families are not as big as him, and they attach a lot of importance to books.

"Then you can introduce me to the rice paper, inkstone and brush in your bookstore, and pick the good ones. Lin Hu, who had figured it out, continued to say to the bookstore owner and followed him into the store.

When the boss heard this, he immediately became interested: "Okay, our best rice paper here is divided into raw Xuan and cooked Xuan, if it is writing, the first choice is Lu Xuan produced in Luzhou, this Lu Xuan "light as cicada wings white as snow, shaking like fine silk does not hear the sound", not moth, not rotten, used to write books, thousands of years will not rot..."

When Lin Hu heard this, "Okay, that's it, bring me a thousand sheets, and introduce me to something else." ”

"Okay, I'll introduce you to our inkstone again. ”

Under the introduction of the boss dressed as a Confucian scholar, Lin Hu bought inkstones, brushes, ink blocks, paperweights and other items in turn.

The inkstone is produced in Cangzhou Hongjun Duan inkstone, the brush is made of the wolf of the second-order wolf demon wolf, with the four characteristics of pointed, Qi, round and healthy, it can be said to run freely, the ink block is mixed with the pine smoke ink made of the blood of the demon beast, there are also four characteristics of fine quality, light glue, black color, and clear sound, as for the paperweight to have no origin, just two ordinary agate, but there is a vivid tiger carved on it, Lin Hu looks like, and he also bought it.

"The guest officer is a cheerful person, I won't bargain for you, a total of five hundred and twenty-one taels, the guest officer only needs to pay five hundred taels, what do you think, guest officer?"

"Okay!" Lin Hu is not a person who likes to chirp and grind, he happened to make a small fortune yesterday, and directly took out twenty-five taels of gold and gave it to the boss.

"Okay, guest officer, wait a minute, I'll have someone pack up your things for you. With that, the boss instructed the men to pack up the things.

Seeing that the boss and his buddies were busy, for a while, Lin Hu, who was idle, looked at the decoration in the store again.

Suddenly, an object came into his field of vision and caught his attention.

It was a broken brush, with a five-clawed golden dragon engraved on the barrel, the barrel was broken, a few pieces were missing, and the bristles of the brush were pitch black, and it looked very hard, even if it was stained with water, it might not be able to fit together.

Xu is the reason why his own nation in his previous life claimed to be the descendant of the dragon, and when he saw the dragon pattern for the first time in this world, Lin Hu felt very kind for a while, and couldn't help but take a few more looks.

"Is the guest officer interested in this pen?" Just as Lin Hu was paying attention to this pen, the bookstore owner walked up behind him and said with interest.

"yes, I looked at the pattern of this pen and thought it was interesting, so I looked at it twice. Lin Hu replied.

"Oh, that's the five-clawed golden dragon, it is said that the status of the dragon clan in the demon clan is very good, even in the upper demon clan is also the top existence, and the five-clawed golden dragon is the emperor of the dragon clan, you can imagine its status. ”

"Dare to ask what is the origin of this pen?" Lin Hu, who was interested for a while, continued.

"What is the origin of this, when an old farmer came to us, said that he picked up a pen, want to see if it can be worth some money, I see that although this pen is broken, but in general, the appearance is not bad, especially the five-clawed golden dragon engraved on it can be described as lifelike, so it cost half a tael of silver to buy, and then tried it, found that it is no different from the ordinary one, so it was put in the store as a decoration, so many years, no one has the idea of buying, since you are interested in him, I will give it to you. ”

Lin Hu was not polite, and responded with a "thank you", and took the broken brush engraved with a five-clawed golden dragon from the shopkeeper's hand, and then arrived at Tieji.

Back to Tieji, Lin Hu did not rest, but walked out again, but this time his target was a small bookstore, and he didn't stop there for long, bought a few book covers for book covers and some needles and threads for binding books, and left again.

When he came back again, everything was ready, but Lin Hu was not in a hurry to complete the "big plan" in his heart, but like an ordinary blacksmith, he took a list and pondered how to build a weapon. Before you know it, a day has passed.

The golden black falls in the west, the jade rabbit rises in the east, and night falls.

Lin Hu looked at the sky and said in his heart, it's time.