When he left the building boat and volleyed the sword, Zhang Qianren sensed Fu Qingfeng's gaze at him, and he sneered in his heart.

The great power of the Yuan Shen Period, who can be on the list of heavenly characters, can be so naïve.

I'm afraid no one will believe it even if I say it.

In his opinion, the cultivation of immortals is difficult step by step, and luck, talent, and heart are indispensable!

Even so, if you don't pay attention, you can die.

Before talking to Fu Qingfeng, he always thought in his heart that the people who could overcome all difficulties and become in the Yuan Shen Stage were all people with firm will, sharp means, gloomy thoughts, and superb means.

And Fu Qingfeng's chic and uninhibited appearance when he occasionally appeared, in his opinion, was the embodiment of the other party's unfathomable, because he was fearless, he was unworldly and free.

But after getting along for the past two days, he found that Fu Qingfeng was simply a wonderful flower among the monks of the Yuan Shen Period.

The other party's personality is a good one, and the one who sounds good is pure in thought, and the one who is unpleasant is brainless.

Zhang Qianren had no doubt that if this deputy sect master was in the red world, he would definitely be a talented man with a wide range of friends and a great reputation.

But in the world of cultivating immortals, such a person will have no bones in less than a month.

However, this deputy sect master was able to survive for thousands of years, and even became a monk of the Yuan Shen Period.

This had to make Zhang Qianren sigh at the depth of the other party's blessings.

At this moment, thinking of the words that the other party had said to him before, his thin and old cheeks were full of ridicule.

"If the old man is a monk of the Yuan Shen Period, he is a small sect in Fu Qingfeng's mouth, a wealthy family, and his soul has already returned to the Nine Shadows."

"The ant still has the ambition to steal his life, as a dignified primordial god, after receiving the order, he tied himself to the broken ship, only sighed, but did not want to escape."

"Such a person can also become a monk of the Yuan God Period, which makes people laugh out of their big teeth."

When he secretly thought of this, he plunged into the East China Sea, and from the sea came to the White Day City, which was only more than four hundred miles away from Guanhai City.

Because he was afraid of the inspection of the Demon Division, he did not enter the city.

Instead, he soiled himself on the beach, blackened his face, turned the hosta into a crooked wooden stick, and dipped it in the mud and sand to ruffle his gray hair.

Then, with his body bent and his head down, he pretended to be weak and squatted under an old tree with a crooked neck.

What he originally wanted was to take advantage of the gathering of immortal cultivators from all over the world in the East China Sea to inquire about more news, after all, he hadn't paid attention to these in the past two days.

But what he didn't expect was that he didn't hear much news, but instead got a lot of silver taels and food.

Fortunately, he also inquired about what he wanted to know.

"The Dayu Imperial Court not only restricted the metal trade of the people, but also restricted the metal minerals near the various sects?"

He narrowed his eyes, looked at those fellow immortals who were coming and going through the gaps in his hair, and thought secretly.

"The minerals on the ground are restricted, and the dragon monarchs of the west, south, and north seas have also taken the water tribe to the East China Sea under the holy decree, so the old man can go to these three seas to have a visit at this moment."

Thinking of this, he immediately left here and continued to take the waterway towards the South China Sea.

……

Guanhai City, in a courtyard not far from the Yamen of the Demon Division.

Cang Bo sat on the chair and looked at the paper full of words in his hand with a complicated expression.

Qin Mu stood beside him, his face full of anticipation.

What Cang Bo was reading at this moment was the beginning of a novel of more than 3,000 words that he racked his brains to write.

After a while, after reading the above with a complicated expression, Cang Bo raised his head and glanced at Qin Mu.

After brewing in his heart for a long time, he hesitated and said: "Dongjia, I have to say that the poems you wrote are still good, such as this sentence 'Two or three stars fall in front of the chest, 100,000 peaks and mountains are green on the soles of the feet', and then this sentence 'Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor." The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized. ’

It's just that this sentence 'full of flowers and drunk 3,000 guests, a sword frost and 14 states', you didn't write it correctly, we are Kyushu, and the fourteen states are the division of the previous dynasty. ”

Qin Mu smiled and asked again, "What about the content?" What about the content? ”

Cang Bo looked entangled, pinched a few strands of beard and said, "The content ...... Speaking of content, your writing is also good, the old man read it at a glance, and he didn't find a single typo. ”

When Qin Mu heard him say this, he naturally understood that those thousands of words were not very well written, and immediately returned to the room with a light sigh.

Cang Bo watched Qin Mu close the door of the room tightly, and no sound came out in the middle of the sound, and he couldn't help but worry in his heart.

Immediately got up, slowly walked to the door, and said inside: "Boss, the old man has taken a look at it carefully again, and found that your idea is actually very good." ”

"But if we want to sell books, we must first let those readers appreciate it, what you write is all vernacular, even the people can understand the content, those readers will not buy it."

"Why don't you just write poetry? Those poems you wrote are better than many people! ”

In the room, Qin Mu was lying on the bed with his arms crossed, his thoughts flying.

Previously, he tried to write novels because he wanted to improve his life, but after he realized that he didn't know anything.

But this morning, he got a large sum of silver taels, and he was recruited into the Demon Division not long ago.

Although he has not officially started his duty, he no longer has to worry about the necessities of life.

Regarding the content of the novel that he racked his brains to write before, he had an emotion that he wanted to be recognized with at the moment, but Cang Bo praised the poems and praised the words, but he didn't mention the content, which made him feel a little depressed.

At this moment, he heard Cangbo's voice coming in from outside the door.

"Even the people can understand the content, those who read the book will not buy it."

After hearing this, Qin Mu suddenly chuckled and remembered a poet named 'Bai Juyi'.

Every time the other party composes a poem, he must read it to the illiterate old man, and if the old man can understand it, he will want it, and if he can't understand it, he will change it, and if he can't understand it after changing, he won't take it.

Compared with Bai Juyi, the style of this Guanhai City scholar will only make him laugh.

Thinking of this, Qin Mu's heart suddenly moved.

Since Cang Bo thinks those poems are good, it is better to copy down the poems that he still remembers in his impression, first, to give this world a little Chinese shock, and second, to take them out when he is immortal in the future.

Come to think of it, I should have had some insight at that time.

As soon as he thought of this, Qin Mu immediately got up and sat down in front of the bookcase, grinding and lifting the pen.

"Name...... It's called an anonymous poetry collection. ”

"I don't have that kind of talent myself, so I have to write an opening chapter in advance to avoid being embarrassed when I am asked about it in the future."

Thinking of this, he picked up his pen and wrote a paragraph.

"When you fall asleep, you can see the great sage and the most holy, and record his literature here."

Then he began to write it down.

"Haike talks about Yingzhou, and it is difficult to find a letter in the smoke and waves. The more people talk about the sky, the clouds and clouds may be visible. The heavenly grandmother is horizontal, and the five mountains cover the red city. The rooftop is 18,000 feet, and I want to fall southeast ......"