Xiao Yao and Zhanying came to the street. Soon after, they came to the door of a small bookstore, with a wooden plaque hanging on the eaves of the door, which read:

Wang Shuwu.

The bookstore doesn't have too much extravagant decoration, just a couplet. The upper link is: please go elsewhere when you open your mouth; the lower link is: Do not enter this door with a closed mouth; Horizontal criticism: Don't come to the gentleman!

The owner of the bookstore is none other than Wang Wen, and it does not sell the mystical arts of Xiuzhen, but sells novels, which are written by Wang Wen himself.

Xiao Yao and Zhanying entered the bookstore directly, and a guy came up and greeted him warmly: "Xiao Gongzi, Zhan Gongzi, the two of you are early." ”

"What about Wang Wen?"

"Practicing in the Inner Courtyard!"

"Let's go inside!"

They walked through the lobby of the bookstore and headed straight for the inner courtyard. The guy didn't stop either, because he knew that the relationship between the two in front of him and Wang Wen was excellent. He went to greet the other guests.

When I came to the backyard, I saw a white-robed young man sitting there, who was Wang Wen. The face is like a peach blossom, and the figure is slender. A pair of eyes are bright, but slightly melancholy. Graceful, handsome and chic.

At this time, he was holding a book in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, and he was immersed in writing. The forehead is sometimes stretched, sometimes wrinkled. Every time the brush writes a word in the book, a trace of heaven and earth vitality pours into the book. The book buzzed and reddened. A stream of pink vitality flowed out of the book again, flowing towards Wang Wen like a stream of water, submerged into his body. They knew that Wang Wen was cultivating, so they didn't disturb him, and just watched quietly from the side.

"Wang Wen's method of cultivating the truth is peculiar, every time he asks him, he refuses to say, it's really not enough buddy. ”

Zhan Ying looked at Wang Wen from the side and pursed his lips. Xiao Yao listened to Zhanying's complaint and smiled: "He is a novelist's method of cultivating truth." ”

"Novelist?"

Zhan Ying looked at Xiao Yao suspiciously.

"Seal the Taiwan Continent, cultivate the Hundred Schools! Each family has its own peculiar cultivation method, and you will slowly learn about it in the future. ”

Xiao Yao also couldn't explain it to him clearly for a while.

"Xiao Lengzi, how do you know?"

At this moment, Wang Wen, who had been immersed in cultivation, stood up and walked over to Xiao Yao and asked.

"These days I am recuperating at home, and I read books when I have nothing to do, and I see them in books. ”

Xiao Yao snorted and casually made up a reason to perfunctory the past.

"Xiao Lengzi, I also know what happened a few days ago. Yan Mei's kind of woman, it's not worth it!"

Suddenly, Wang Wen said to Xiao Yao with a solemn face, "This kind of woman is so vicious and not a good match." Since you can't get along with each other, why not forget about each other. ”

"Come on, don't be a mother-in-law, I know what to do. Is there an update to your "Golden Vase Plum", take it out and open the eyes of your brothers. ”

Xiao Yao didn't want to continue to entangle on the topic of Yan Mei, Xiao Yao was obsessed with Yan Mei in the past and couldn't extricate himself. The current Xiao Yao is no longer the same Xiao Yao as before.

He used to crisscross the continent, and he had also seen the hundred schools of cultivation. He also knows a lot about the novelist. The novelist wanders in the red dust, writes the hot and cold state of the world into the book, and writes it into the novel. Use novels to hook the vitality of heaven and earth, feed yourself, and increase your cultivation.

and then use the vitality to urge the novel story he wrote, the novel story and the vitality are integrated, and the vitality contains the breath of the novel story. Hit by their vitality, you are also transported into the story of the novel he wrote. In his novels, he is the master. If you let you live, you will live, and if you die, you will die! Such a cultivator is called a novelist!

The novelist's major cultivator can do a book, a stroke and a story, write people and things, and write life and death!

Although Wang Wen said that he cultivated the method of cultivating the truth of a novelist, he was an outlier among novelists. Because among the novelists Xiao Yao has seen, they either write about Wang Tu Baye or about Heavenly Dao Xiuzhen, and there is no novelist like Wang Wen who specializes in Fengyue.

The novel "Golden Vase Plum" he is writing recently, the pen and ink focus on the affairs of men and women, the pen is explicit, and the atmosphere is **, which has become popular all over Yishui City. For a while, whether it was a mortal or a cultivator, they were all vying to pursue it. Even those who pretend to be upright gentlemen scolded Wang Wen in front of him for corrupting customs and insulting Sven, but secretly took out the "Golden Vase Plum" in his arms, and he was very happy to watch it.

But Wang Wen ignored these defenders and still devoted himself to creation. According to his words, what he writes is not Fengyue, but art!

Wang Wen took out two small books from his arms and handed them to Xiao Yao and Zhanying. The two took the little book and read it with relish. Zhanying blinked her lips while watching: "Tut-tut, it's enjoyable, it's really enjoyable!"

"Wang Gongzi, it's not good, someone outside is going to smash our bookstore!"

At this moment, the guys in the bookstore rushed in in a rage.

"Ah Fu, what's going on?"

"There was a man dressed as a scholar outside, saying that he was from the 'Zhengqi Academy' in the imperial capital of Kangen City, and he picked up the little book you wrote and read it for a while, and then he became furious. Saying that your novel is corrupt and insulting, he is going to smash our bookstore. ”

"How can it be!"

Several people left the inner courtyard in a rage and walked towards the lobby of the bookstore. I saw a young scholar standing in the center of the bookstore lobby. He stood there shouting with a sword at his waist and a folding fan in his hand.

"You're going to smash my bookstore?"

Wang Wen stepped forward and stared at the scholar.

"You're the owner of a bookstore?"

The scholar saw that the white robe in front of him had been three years old, and he was younger than himself, and he actually had the same cultivation as himself. A nameless jealousy rose in his heart. He pointed at Wang Wen with a folding fan and said to Wang Wen in a condescending tone.

"My name is Zilu, and I am a Confucian scholar at the 'Zhengqi Academy' in Kangen City. Your novels are corrupt and insulting. Today I follow the teachings of the sages and do the right thing for heaven and destroy them all. ”

"Follow the teachings of the sages and do the right thing for the heavens?" Wang Wen laughed angrily, and he pointed his finger out of the door and kept pointing out, "Get out!" I don't welcome Confucian scholars here, nor do I welcome your sages. If you want to do the right thing for heaven, you can go somewhere else!"

"You can't teach a child!"

Zilu pulled out the sword at his waist and was about to use force.

"Okay, you Wang Wen, you don't listen to the teachings, and you despise the Confucian sages in public, you still have dignity and humility in your eyes!"

There was a strange sound of yin and yang outside the door, and a person walked in, it was Qin Yang of the Qin family. Xiao Yao watched Qin Yang come to the bookstore, and a hint of clarity flashed in his eyes.

No wonder this scholar named Zilu ran to the bookstore for no reason to find fault, most of them had nothing to do with Qin Yang. And this sub-road is not good to study his four books and five classics in the "Zhengqi Academy", and those who read his thoughts are also, why do you go all the way to Yishui City, there must be something greasy in this.

Xiao Yao stepped forward and pointed at Qin Yang and shouted loudly: "Contempt for Confucian sages, what a big hat!" The corner of his mouth sneered: "Respect and humility? Can we recognize him as respect? Can we recognize him as respect for the Righteous Qi Academy? Recognize him as respect for Confucianism? Since there is none, then where does the theory of respect and humility come from." ”

"You ......" was snatched by Xiao Yao for a while, Qin Yang was irrefutable, his face was gloomy as water: "Xiao Yao, I have slept at home for a few days, it seems that you are dazed." The lesson from last time didn't make you remember it for a long time. ”

Xiao Yao, who is usually wooden, is very afraid when he sees him, like a mouse seeing a cat. I didn't expect to dare to talk back to myself today, which made Qin Yang feel very unhappy.

"I didn't have enough lessons last time, so I'll let you remember it again this time!"

Qin Yang stared at Xiao Yao, his face gloomy. His sleeves were swollen, and he looked like he was about to make a move. Seeing this, Wang Wenhe Zhanying took a step forward at the same time, protecting Xiao Yao behind him. Zilu and Qin Yang on the opposite side are both cultivators of the Triple Realm of Casting Fetus, while Xiao Yao only has one Heavy Realm of Casting Fetus. If you fight, you will definitely suffer. The last time Xiao Yao was beaten, it was because they weren't there. Since you are here now, how can you stand by and watch.

Wang Wenhe Zhanying was full of dantian and was ready to fight at any time.

"I'd like to try it and see how you give me a long memory!"

Xiao Yao separated Wang Wen and Zhanying, and took a step forward, with a fighting intent on his body.