。 "My lord, it's sold, it's all sold. Not anymore. "There are so many people who buy that they forget about it in less than an hour.

"What??, a hundred taels of gold, someone also buys it?" Lu Zhishen was dumbfounded. "Am I crazy, or are these Bianjing people crazy!"

With such a sale, he naturally couldn't say anything to make Ning Caichen reduce the price.

"Don't worry, the warehouse is still there, you can just pull it away. ”

"My lord, didn't the official bureau only print 30,000 copies?"

Ning Caichen pouted. Saint Seiya sold 30,000 copies of a comic book?

And when visiting, by the way, I got this set of color technology. How could Ning Caichen not print more, anyway, he also had his own bookstore, and he had the help of Fan Yi. He printed it faster than the bureaucracy.

In such a hot scene, Lu Zhishen only uttered one sentence in the end: "Crazy, crazy."

This big monk who has nothing to do with boxing and playing, where does he know that there is no pain for entertaining people.

It's not that Ning Caichen deliberately asks for a high price. Millions of sets can't be stopped.

The hot scene makes people inevitably discuss it while walking.

"Hiss-it turns out that Houtu Niangniang is such a great god. I always thought she was just a god of the hearth. ”

The person who spoke to him couldn't help but smugly: "Now you know the importance of books! ”

"No, no, it won't. Can you lend me a copy of this book, you know that I don't have that much cash in my hands right now. He was very embarrassed, he knew that he would not spend a lot of money in the Red Mansion.

"Okay! ”

"Really?"

"Of course. "Directly put the book in his hand.

When the book arrived in his hand, he still couldn't believe it and asked, "You, haven't you finished reading it?"

I haven't finished reading it, and I just cherish it and don't borrow any of it. It's just that now I'm borrowing something, so naturally I can't say it so bluntly and slap my face directly.

"See. "Raised a beautiful color album.

"Deluxe?"

"Yes! "Triumphantly opened. "Look at this snow, it's so white that you want to take a bite. Look at this armor again, this luster ・・・・・・ tsk, I can't wear it on my body. ”

At most, the technology of this era is the degree of text and painting.

The text tells a complete story from beginning to end.

That's why you can copy it, if it's all paintings, he won't copy it.

In his mind, I remembered all the drawings on it. As long as you copy the text, you can read it quietly and alone.

But now I see the color version again. So do you still copy it or not?

Tangled!

"Brother Nian, wait for me. "Take the book away and stop copying it.

The appeal of this color version to him is almost like a person who has watched a black and white television set for decades suddenly sees a color television set.

It's not that there were no paintings in this era, but the angles of color were different. Not to mention any artistic value.

The artistic value of this comic is naturally not as good as that of Chinese ink and landscape paintings, but it is better than the truth.

This is just like the fact that later generations thought that the food raised by chemical fertilizers was the best food, and it always required a rational process.

And now, they are clearly not sensible. One to ten, ten to hundred, one hundred to thousand...

At the same speed as the red tide, with Bianjing as the center, it spread out quickly.

The impact this time is really big.

Thundered.

"What the hell is going on? Since I became Yan Jun, I have never heard of an earthquake in this underworld!"

As soon as this book was published, the underworld shook non-stop, and the Buddha light of the King of Jizo Bodhisattva also shrank a lot.

The whole prefecture is investigating what's going on?

"Your Majesty, there has been a heated discussion in the world recently about a book on divine warfare. The book is extremely prevaricating. Do you want to track it down? The judge said. ...,

"But check, what to check? Check a book? This emperor of the world has not worshiped more than once after the earth lady. "The earthquake of the underworld has been reported to the Heavenly Court, and the Heavenly Court has sent this god headed by the giant spirit god to investigate this matter. However, the news given by the prefecture is really unreliable.

The giant spirit god said: "I remember that Song Zhenzong in this world forged the Book of Heaven. The "Book of Heaven" was carried in a jade chariot and opened the way in front; Wang Dan and other general civil and military officials are subordinate; There was also a large number of servants, forming a mighty procession, which lasted seventeen days to reach Mount Tai. Fasting for three days at the bottom of the mountain and starting the mountaineering. According to the pre-drawn ritual notes, after completing the ceremony on the mountain, the next day I went down to the Sheshou Mountain to perform the ground ceremony...... Three years later, at the instigation of some people, Song Zhenzong went to Fenyang, Zhejiang Province to perform the "sacrifice to the earth", also known as the "Xifeng" ceremony.

But what? It's not like heaven and earth are still the same. A mortal who writes a book will cause the underworld to shake, do you think too much? ”

Yan Jun also hoped that he was thinking too much, but they were still worried. "But we can't figure out what happened, no matter how we calculate?"

The giant spirit god had a big glass of wine in his stomach, and he was already inarticulate and said: "This catastrophe is coming, and the saints can't count it, and if you count it, it will be strange." ”

poured directly on the wine table and fell asleep

This heavenly court just doesn't give its strength, how can it send such a disaster.

The Ten Halls of Yan Jun gathered together to discuss. "What do you think?" asked King Qin Guang.

"I don't think it's going to be a mortal book. If a mortal has such great power, then he will not be a mortal. King Yama said.

The Wheel King said, "He's not a mortal now. Shouldering the priesthood of the city god, how can he be a mortal. ”

"You know that's not what I'm talking about. ”

"And what are you talking about?"

"Okay, don't make any noise. "These days, over this matter, they have quarreled a lot in the Ten Palaces. King Qin Guang looked at King Yama and asked, "What do you think, you might as well say it." ”

"I'm suspicious・・・・・・," King Yama pointed in the direction of Yin Mountain.

"You mean?"

"Yes! Everyone knows that the monk is crazy. All day long, he muttered: Killing is to protect life, cutting karma is not cutting people・・・・・・ wanton killing in hell. Could it be that he has shaken the foundation of the underworld?"

Hiss-

The rest of the Nine Halls Yan Jun looked at each other. It's really hard to say, because it's really possible.

What hell is, it is a great prison, and it is full of sinful people.

But it's just a prison, and it's only there to punish sinners. But now there is a monk in this big prison, and this monk doesn't do anything else from beginning to end, but just kills.

Even if there are too many prisons in the world, there will be accidents, let alone this hell.

"Where did he go?"

"Hungry Hell. ”

"Let's go, let's go together to see the Jizo King Bodhisattva. King Qin Guang spoke.

In the palace, Zhao Ji also bought a copy, looked at the paintings on it, and continued to study it. "Well, the pen is very delicate, and the visual art is enhanced by the nuanced depiction, which is good, very good. What kind of brush did you draw this picture with?"

Early in the morning, Zhao Ji brought Ning Caichen to ask Ning Caichen about the painting.

Fortunately, Ning Caichen also knows some of the brushwork of later generations, otherwise she would really expose the pink clothes, and really let her and Zhao Ji discuss the painting?

"Back to Your Majesty, this is what I use. Ning Caichen took out the pencil that he had made in a hurry.

Anyway, there's all pushing on this. The immortal spell must not be touched by Zhao Ji.

In painting, Zhao Ji is like a most rigorous scientist. He didn't care about anything else until he had a full grasp of how to use the pencil.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Paying attention to conception and using painting as a carrier to express ideas is the idea school. Paying attention to the visual art effect of comics and highlighting the theme of comics through delicate portrayal is the technique school. ”...,

Zhao Ji only tried, and quickly drew a portrait picture.

After looking at it, he nodded and said, "That's how it works." ”

From touching the pencil to Ning Caichen's explanation, before and after is just a cup of tea. This Zhao Ji is really a genius in painting.

After knowing the use of the pencil, a eunuch brought a golden basin, Zhao Ji washed his hands, and someone handed a towel to dry him. Zhao Ji said: "I heard that this kind of book of yours is selling very well?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. "There's nothing to hide about this, it's so lively, how could Zhao Ji not know. "The minister decided to dedicate the proceeds to His Majesty. ”

"You don't think I'm trying to embezzle your gold!"

"No, Your Majesty forgot, the minister said that he would buy His Majesty's weapons. This money is to be used to buy weapons. ”

"Hehe, you're doing a good job. You sell the book I printed for you, and then use that money to make a deal with me. Zhao Ji smiled, thinking it was very interesting, picked up the tea on the table and asked, "How much did you sell this time?"

Zhao Ji is the kind of person who just wants to make himself scary, but he can't do it. Instead, it will give people a funny feeling.

Ning Caichen lowered his head, didn't look at his face and said, "There are about one or two million taels of gold, right?"

Burst-

As soon as the tea was eaten, it was spit out. "How much?" he was surprised.

"Your Majesty, the slave should die!" the eunuch in charge of serving tea immediately knelt down.

Whether it's the tea that's too hot, too cold, or the tea doesn't taste good. In short, there will be no mistake in kneeling down and pleading.

Zhao Ji waved his hand to let the eunuch retreat, and then asked, "How much?"

"Back to Your Majesty, there are about one or two million taels of gold. ”

"One or two million taels of gold! That's enough to catch up with my liquor tax for a year!" Zhao Ji really didn't think that there were so many, and he didn't feel a little distracted. "The book says that the rich are rivaling the country, but I didn't believe it before, and I couldn't imagine that it could really be done in the world. ”

After speaking, he looked at Ning Caichen with a mournful look, which merged envy and jealousy, and then returned to an empty distraction.

Ning Caichen was taken aback: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

"Alas, I have always loved to paint, and the ministers have said that my painting is the pinnacle of painting, and no one can compare with it. Is this true?"

Ning Caichen said: "What the adults said is naturally true. ”