Jiangzhou, Gusu City.

Soon after the opening of the scholarly teahouse, waves of readers poured in, and it was full in a short time.

Some of the people who didn't have seats were standing by the window or at the table, and everyone was talking.

Everyone here has at least two books in their hands.

A copy of "Red Bean Collection" and a copy of "Guarding the River".

What's more, holding a stack.

"I said Lao Niu, if you buy books, you will buy books, hold a stack of books, and sell them instead?"

The crowd laughed.

The scholar surnamed Niu pressed a stack of books on the table, smiled, and said: "The first edition of "Red Bean Collection" and "Guarding the River" will be twenty years at most, no, ten years at most, and the price will be ten times higher!" At that time, Zhao Shoufu's "Ploughing Cattle Collection" was unpopular, and later it was ten thousand taels, how amazing. ”

"You guy, they didn't know the goods before, and they sold them all over the place, selling hundreds of copies in total. This "Red Bean Collection" and "Guarding the River", but Wanhe Chamber of Commerce has made a bloody publicity, and I don't know how many million copies will be issued. It was the propaganda banner, I looked at it and shook my head. ”

"Yes, the advertising slogan is written, it's really sassy, what 'the first affectionate in the world', what 'the chief prodigal son of the love field', and 'the world is as romantic as me', the vulgar ones are going to die, if I wasn't shocked by the beautiful "Red Bean Words" at the beginning, I wouldn't have read it."

"If you don't say that Wanhe Chamber of Commerce is powerful, only blow "Red Bean Collection", not mention "Guarding the River", but the two copies are sold together, not only sold. As a result, I opened it casually, and it was shocking, and it was even better than "Red Bean Words". ”

"In this way, our group of readers had to discuss, so naturally we made a second wave of advertisements for it."

"But who is the author? It's strange that they don't even have their names labeled. ”

"The beginning of "Red Bean Collection" is, give Jiang Youfei, and then it is, "Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring, may you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick", so red...... cough, a sincere confession, only Li Qingxian dares to do it. The whole book is full of love poems, above the level, no, it's the top in the world, I read it as a man, and I'm thinking repeatedly, if anyone writes me such a book of poems, no matter whether the other party is a man or a woman, even if it's a monster, I'll follow. ”

"Hahaha......"

"You say, what kind of expression will the fairy of Allure have when he gets this book?"

"It must be angry first, and then the fawn will ramble."

"Or maybe you can come to the door with a sword, and then ...... simply from Li Qingxian. ”

"Guys, it's a terrible sight! I can't see through the intention of Qiyuan Hou at all, he is selling "Red Bean Collection" on the surface, but in fact, the focus is on "Guarding the River", and the first poem is "One body to fight three thousand miles, a sword once served as a million divisions" The momentum, straight to break the paper, frightening people. ”

"Using love poems as a gimmick, in fact, selling war poems. The opening chapter is "Ode to the General King", and the song is full of enthusiasm and pride, who doesn't watch the case and applaud? ”

"Li Qingxian is really ...... The scriptures are incomprehensible, and the poetry is the best in the world. ”

"Fortunately, he is like this, if he can do everything, and he still comes to Wenxiu, is there a way for us to live?"

"Among them, 'count the romantic characters, but also look at the present dynasty', the emperor's appearance, rushing to the face."

"There is also the 'right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life', which is also quite a poem of genius."

"A few days ago, we complained that the Marquis of Qiyuan was partial, and only helped Wu Xiu Dao to cultivate, but in a few days, a whole volume of side poems was smashed down, there were too many, so much that I didn't know how to change the poems."

"So the Marquis of Qiyuan is really a strange man, and he has a lot of fun with all kinds of flowers...... This volume of 100 poems, all of which are fine, will not take long to become famous all over the world. ”

"Not only is it famous all over the world, since then, the war poetry system of human literature and cultivation, all wooden sticks and knives, are completely different."

"Yes, especially those high-grade Confucians, I'm afraid their battle poems will be terrifyingly strong. After all, there are too few good poems, resulting in limited types and powers of war poems that can be carried. ”

"By the way, Zhao Shoufu gave Li Qingxian a righteous qi sword seed before, once these poems are spread, they will definitely nourish his righteous qi sword species. With such a wide spread, at most three years, he is afraid that he will cultivate the first righteous qi sword species in ancient and modern times. ”

"Really, those who had righteous qi sword species before, even if they were a generation of Confucians, how many war poems could be passed down to the world?"

"It's good that Li Qing is idle, a hundred articles will be published, and another hundred articles will be taken out in a few days, and the whole text will be repaired to him for dinner in the future."

"Come on, come on, let's stop talking nonsense and start studying and changing poems."

"You say that this song 'one year old in the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu', can it be changed to, 'one year old in the sound of screaming, spring thunder is sent to the devil's tomb'?"

"You're too direct, to be tactful......"

Sucheng, far away from Gusu City in Jiangnan.

The yellow sand is pervasive, and the earthen houses are lined up.

Because it is an important trade route node, Sucheng is still full of people.

In the dark basement, the circle is opened, shielding the outside world.

More than a dozen people in black sat around and talked in low voices.

"Li Qingxian's hand is stretched too long."

"Two, two whole necromancer lands disappeared, and I was so shocked that I couldn't sleep for three days in a row."

"If this continues, the major decents will definitely be ready to move and prepare for the next demon eradication war."

"Zhang Wentong is drunk with power, what kind of demon alliance leader is going to be, and he has a big dream of unifying the demon gate, we can't be stupid. The Demon Gate must have the appearance of the Demon Gate! ”

"Yes, the disappearance of the Dead Demon Land is a fatal blow to my Demon Gate. If you don't do something, even if you set up a demon alliance, it will only be big and inappropriate. ”

"Citrus Prefecture is the feudal state of the prefecture, once Sucheng is turned into a dead demon land, the blow to Li Qingxian and the Wanhe Chamber of Commerce will be very huge."

"Aren't we going to be discovered by that old guy in the city, though?"

"Sun Rongzhu has resigned for many years, barely promoted to the second grade, his life is withered, and his life is short, so there is no need to worry."

"What's more, once we wait for the demonization here to succeed, even if he finds out and purifies it, it will only backfire, but will accelerate the growth of the demon land."

"Yes, that old thing hurt me back then, so that I was never allowed to enter the second grade, this revenge will not be avenged, and I will not be a man!"

A full seven third-rank and a number of fourth-rank people gathered together and began to discuss the demonization of Su City.

More than a dozen streets away from the underground demon room, in a single courtyard, an old man threw the "Red Bean Collection" aside, holding "Guarding the River" in both hands, pondering repeatedly, and muttering from time to time.

"Nice, nice......"

"The word 'wear' is wonderful......"

"Tsk, the city is full of golden armor, a typical anti-poem, and only true heroes dare to write ......"

"Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon...... When the general king saw it, he was afraid that he would cry......"

The old man is a second-class Confucian, and he has long been unforgettable, only one glance at one page, and the skills, charm, and artistic conception contained in the whole poem are quickly and clearly visible.

But even so, the old man still read hungrily, over and over again, sometimes patting the case, sometimes praising again and again, sometimes lowering his head and gently wiping his tears.

Until nightfall, Sun Rongzhu couldn't hold back anymore.

(End of chapter)