When Wu Zhengtong heard this, his face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed.

"You! What do you have?! ”

"That's the name." Wei Qing said, "I see that my heart is like a small house, and the bottom of the house is covered with a thin layer of milky white water, this should be the name, right?" ”

"You! You just became a first-class literati, where did you get your name?! Wu Zhengtong glared.

"I don't know." Wei Qing was also confused.

Wei Qianqian suddenly exclaimed: "I know! It must have been you who gave money to your classmates in the junior class a few days ago, and you got it! ”

Wu Zhengtong hurriedly asked, "Qianqian, tell me about it." ”

Wei Qianqian told again, the touching scene of Wei Qing making money.

Wu Zhengtong smiled bitterly and said, "That's right!" You have won the admiration of others by your own strength, and you have selflessly divided your money, as well as your respect for Mr. Zhou. ”

"Together, they are deeply impressed by you, and you naturally get famous!"

"What? Is that okay? Wei Qing looked stunned, "I knew that I gave them all the money!" ”

Wu Zhengtong scolded with a smile: "What do you stinky boy think, if you do it intentionally, you won't be famous!" ”

"The disciple is talking and playing!" Wei Qing smiled, and asked suspiciously, "Why do I think that the name is very similar to the power of faith of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism?" ”

"You can understand it this way, but there are also differences, and I don't know the specific teacher. If you can get in touch with the Buddha and the Tao in the future, you can try to understand it! Wu Zheng said.

Wei Qing nodded, and said secretly in his heart: "My current talent name seems to be only one percent, and it is far from being full of hearts." ”

Wei Qianqian opened her mouth and asked, "Teacher, how can you quickly get promoted?" ”

Wu Zhengtong said: "Most literati rely on writing poetry to become famous. The better the poem, the greater it is, and the higher the fame! At this point, Wei Qing has unique conditions. ”

"However, although it is convenient for poetry to become famous, it is not lasting, it is just a temporary trend, and it will be forgotten in a few days, and the fame will only be for that time."

"Isn't it okay to write poems often to make a name for yourself?" Wei Qianqian said.

Wu Zhengtong said with a smile: "The poems that can be famous are so easy to do? ”

"Yes!" Wei Qianqian said a little dejectedly.

Wei Qing suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "What about writing a novel?" If this thing is well written, it will last a long time! It can make people come back for more! Moreover, it is highly popular, so it can attract more people to watch! ”

"You're a clever boy!" Wu Zhengtong nodded and said, "Although novels last, it is difficult to write works that produce fame. ”

"After all, when it comes to the novel, the problem of the literati being inferior to each other is very serious. No one is convinced, and whoever writes it well. ”

"Your writing, penmanship, stories, and other aspects must be admired. This is too difficult, so most literati will still choose to write poetry to be famous. ”

"Thank you, teacher!" Wei Qing couldn't help but be excited, he had stored a lot of knowledge in the 'Book of Thieves' these days, and he was confident that he would change a novel!

How can the novels from the 'Book of Thieves' be rubbish?

Wei Qing asked many more questions, and it was not until the sun waned that Wei Qing and Wei Qianqian left.

The sky was getting dark, there were no stars, no moon, and no wind.

In Los Angeles, there was a dark slaughter and terrible.

Wei Qing's current home is a two-entry house.

Compared to those rich mansions, it is not big, but it cost four thousand taels of silver.

Because it is in the center of the city, where every inch of land is valuable, and the geographical location is excellent, between the academy and the county guard's mansion, it is very convenient for Wei Qianqian to pick up Wei Qing to go to the academy.

This was carefully selected by Wei Zijin for three days before it was decided.

As soon as Wei Qing got home, he plunged into the study room that Wei Zijin had arranged for him.

"There are two options to quickly improve your reputation, one is to write poetry, and the other is to write novels."

"Write a novel first, and after the novel is released, there will be a fermentation time, and during this time, I am improving my reputation by writing poetry. In this way, the time can be fully utilized, and the growth of the name can continue forever, without a window period! ”

Wei Qing made cultivation arrangements, and then looked inwardly at the 'Book of Stealing Heaven'.

"All the new things I've learned these days, all the way. I first read the "Liberation Land" chapter of "Erya" that I had not read, and then changed the novel, so that I could determine whether the "Book of Heaven Thieves" could only absorb the knowledge I had learned. ”

Wei Qing spent half an hour carefully reading the "Liberation of the Land" chapter, and this part of the content appeared on the "Book of Heaven Thieves".

"Brother Tian, these contents are enough to change the novel, right?" Wei Qing couldn't wait to ask the Book of Thieves.

The Book of Heaven Thieves suddenly flashed brightly, and the words on it were absorbed, however, the "Liberation of the Land" chapter he had just read was still there.

"The 'Heaven Thief' can only absorb the knowledge I have learned, and what I haven't learned can only be recorded on it, so that I can observe and learn at any time!"

As soon as Wei Qing's words fell, dense handwriting appeared on the book of thieves, and the title was "The Complete Biography of Zhong Kui"!

"What's that? Isn't this the "Complete Biography of Zhong Kui" compiled by Liu Zhang in the Qing Dynasty? I want a best-selling novel, get me a Zhong Kui ghost hunt? This, can this be appealing?! ”

"Moreover, it is still a Chinese version! Anyway, you make a vernacular, how can I popularize the masses? This is something that only literati can see! ”

"After eating so much of my knowledge, just get me this? I'll have to translate it into the vernacular, you robber! ”

Wei Qing has no bottom in his heart, but his knowledge has been spent, and he can't return the goods, so he can only write it out and try it.

Although it is only ten chapters of classical Chinese, it is enough to have about 30,000 words, and if it is translated into vernacular, it will take at least 60,000 or 70,000 words.

Wei Qing added pen to the scroll and began to write "The Complete Biography of Zhong Kui", and as he wrote, he found that the content had been changed to fully conform to the worldview of this world.

"You have a little conscience!" Wei Qing secretly said in his heart, and he worked hard to write.

……

At the same time, Wang Hong's study slowly opened from the inside.

Wang Hu stood at the door, saw Wang Hong walking out in plain clothes, and said in surprise: "Dad! You're out of customs?! ”

Wang Hong looked up at the gradually darkening sky, nodded and said, "Hmm! The "Resurrection Poem" has been completed for the father! ”

"Tonight, it's the ghost thing in Wei Qing's body, when he dies!"

"Good!" Wang Hu's face was hideous, and his fists were clenched tightly, "Dad! I want Wei Qing's corpse! Even if he dies, I'm going to cut him with a thousand knives!" ”

"Don't worry, my father will definitely bring his body back to you, so that you can vent your evil anger!" Wang Hong patted Wang Hu on the shoulder, raised his feet and walked out.

"Wei Zijin, you slut! Waiting, aren't you? After tonight, the old man will let you have a good taste of what is bliss on earth! ”