17

What is more troublesome than a disobedient child?

It's an old child who is disobedient.

What's more troublesome than a disobedient old child?

This old kid is an innate martial artist...... You can't beat it.

The people in the village were supposed to watch the excitement.

But seeing that Zhong Lao was really going to lie in the coffin, he immediately came over to persuade him.

Play and play, make trouble, don't really lie down, unlucky.

However...... Can't beat it.

Everyone watched as the guards hired by the Zhong family's high salaries were swept away by the old man's cloud pusher.

So those who wanted to do it chose to move their mouths.

"Let the child persuade at this time. What about Xiaobao? Let him stop Grandpa Dian. ”

"Do you believe it or not, Xiaobao can climb in and play with Zhong Lao?"

"It's really not good, dismantle the coffin?"

"How's that going to work, isn't it even more unlucky!"

"Oh, hey, that son, don't you ......"

Everyone watched a son with a temperament like the moon walk in with a smile.

An easy hand held the person down.

"Ah Quan, why bother."

Jindan master VS innate martial artist, complete victory.

Zhong Quan sneered at the visitor, lay on the ground on the spot and began to howl.

"Ah, come on, someone is bullying the old and weak."

Everyone at the scene couldn't help but go to the two-meter-tall guard who was still rubbing his shoulders and was full of tendons.

"I still taught you this trick, don't be ashamed, there are children here today."

Zhong Quan glanced at several young people behind Duan Yijun.

"Your apprentice?"

"These two are, and that one is the nephew. I just got in this year. ”

Zhong Quan hesitated for a few seconds, and then looked at someone who had been grinning.

With a heavy sigh, he resigned himself to his feet.

He smiled generously and kindly at a few juniors.

I took out a few gold beads from my sleeve and gave them to a few children, one for each person.

"Take it, we don't have anything you can see here, take these, and go to the city to drink flower wine later."

"............" Hey.

"Drink...... A fine wine made from flowers. ”

The three of them respectfully accepted the gold beads, without any strangeness or disrespect in their eyes

If the scene was to be seen by anyone in the cultivation realm, it would definitely be eye-catching.

An ordinary mortal, facing those who have entered the Dao Sect to cultivate the truth, is really like a descendant.

And those cultivators, for an ordinary person, did not have the slightest condescension, but respectfully took over the mortal treasures that were not worth mentioning to them.

At least the "San'er" who had already guessed who these young people were, was already trembling a little.

Zhong Quan glanced at his grandson, who had not yet been instrumental.

Glancing at the loss friend again, he sighed and hooked his hand.

"Let's go, let's go, I'll come into the house and say something."

"Look at what you said, can't I come to see you if it's okay?"

The group followed Zhong Quan into the house, and Duan Yijun didn't forget to argue along the way.

"Huh."

Zhong Quan's "heh", the whole person's momentum was even higher.

On the other hand, Duan Yijun's heart is weak.

"When I was eighty years old, you said that you were going to retreat and attack Jindan, and this life may be goodbye. So they brought me food and wine, and we talked all night on the rooftop. ”

Zhong Quan pointed to the roof, shushing the old days.

"At that time, I was young and ignorant, I was really moved by you, thinking that I would go to see Hades the next day, with a friend like you, it would be worth this life."

"And then ......"

After understanding the mode of getting along between the old man and his uncle, Nanmen Yue also let go a little.

Clever answer, did not leave the words on the ground.

Then I saw him three months later, and he said, "There is no hurry in retreat, I have a brain hole here, you can quickly help me write it, if I don't see the book in this life, I am afraid that I will not be able to break through the golden pill." 】”

Three Small: Writing a book?

"When I finished writing, we said goodbye again, and I still remember what you said back then...... As long as you are alive and you remember me as a person in your heart, I will not be considered dead......"

The old man said that he was moved again.

Immediately after that, it was said goodbye, but it became nonsense again, and this turtle grandson came to him again.

"It's just three things......"

"Phew, in my life, what you asked me to write...... Also three?? Thirty is here! ”

"There are so many." Guilty.

"It's in the coffin at the door, you can count it yourself!"

"Yes, yes, yes, thirty, thirty."

"Handwritten, all handwritten! You said to give me a machine, and when the time comes, as long as you move your fingers, you can come out with a fairy weapon of words! If you say yes, just say it with your mouth, and you can turn it into a fairy weapon of words. ”

"That's not to blame me, Sanshengfeng in the door doesn't take orders, I even put up orders in Wanbaolou, it's been fifty years, no one has answered, and the reward has risen to 10 medium-grade spirit stones."

"Another time, another time......" Zhong Quan said where he was excited, and directly took Nanmen Yue's hand to complain.

"Once I had a recurrence of my old illness, and I saw that I was finally going to get rid of this thing, and he used something to renew my life...... He said...... The underworld reminder business has not yet been opened, so I finished writing the book at hand and died. ”

Nanmen Yue's heart moved slightly.

Most of the good things in the cultivation realm cannot be used by mortals.

can appear so appropriately, and there is a good medicine to continue life......

Nanmen Yue looked at the smile on Uncle Shi's face.

Cooperate without saying a word.

"Yes, yes, this matter is Uncle Shi, you have worked hard. When I turn around, I will tell the sect master to go and let the sect master punish ...... Uncle copying books? How is it? ”

Zhong Quan looked at this exceptionally handsome "nephew" and patted him on the shoulder.

Well, young man, your road is wide.

"That's it! I have to file a lawsuit. ”

After the accusation, Zhong Quan smiled and enjoyed the tea that the only girl made for himself.

sighed for a while, or the girl was careful.

praised Duan Yijun's good eyes again, these children are good.

"The kids are good, but what about you? Do you look like a master? Hui Hui said that he wanted to go back to retreat and break through the golden pill, but he came back again. Concentrate on your cultivation! ”

Wen Yu and Han Li stopped talking again, but were stopped by Nanmen Yue with their eyes.

"It's not that the sect has an urgent task, the stakes are very high, I am very early from the limit, in short, the golden pill in my life is stable, and I am not in a hurry at this time. Jin Dan stabilized this sentence, but my master said it, my master is a master of the Tribulation Period, and he is one step away from being a real immortal. You have to believe what he says. ”

"Just don't delay...... Wait, I remember that your sect didn't allow you to accept disciples because of Jindan? ”

"Old confused? Who is waiting for Jin Dan in these years, the registered disciples will put it away first, otherwise what if the good seedlings fall into the hands of others? ”

"Okay, okay, you have a good eye, unlike the few who don't make it in my family."

Zhong Quan's mouth was modest, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were full of pride.

"Tut-tut, I don't know who has private work in the novel, but whenever you mention chivalry, you have to add a Jing word, for fear that others will not be able to think of your apprentice of a generation of giants."

The two of you looked at me and said a word, and they chatted for a long time unconsciously.

Sanxiao was confused when he heard it, and even guessed.

Then Zhong Lao remembered and asked more, did the children not know their identities.

Duan Yijun remembered to explain.

"Ghostwriting?"

"I had a brainstorm, and he helped me write down the stories I wanted to write, and of course, his own original stories."

Script??

Wen Yu and Han Li were a little puzzled.

My own master is friendly with a mortal, and they don't have any opinions.

Master is a close friend, and for them, it is half an elder.

This attitude, this character, is enough to make Duan Yijun proud of his apprentice vision.

But the script ...... This is not quite the same as the painting style of the cultivation realm.

Nanmen Yue, who has experienced the impact of the news of "The Returnee", is prepared for the grade of Uncle Shi's industry.

After searching for news related to the cultivation realm.

Slightly trembling, he looked at Zhong Lao and asked in a low voice.

"Quan, in your old name, but...... A spring of water? ”

"Hahahaha, yes~"

"Springs flow eastward...... Mr. Toryu!! "The Legend of the Ascension to Immortals"!! ”

Han Li was the first to shout.

The three of them looked at Zhong Quan's gaze, and all of them upgraded from "parents and elders" to "my parents are actually big guys".

"You don't understand, the days when the cultivation realm didn't even have a script, it was really sad that it was boring."

Duan Yijun took the lead in complaining.

It's not that the cultivation realm is without a script.

It's very few, extremely rare, and occasionally there are books, which are even more boring to boring, and they are all short stories.

What is mostly written?

Poems, travelogues, exercises, or bystander records of such and such a war.

Occasionally, I have a handful of YY in my heart.

It's not that the narrative rhythm is chaotic, or because of the limited vision and brain, the writing is usually not good.

What is written is like seeing a person with a hammer in the east and a hammer in the west, describing nonsense about a commoner boy who suddenly became the emperor because he gave the second uncle next door a nest head.

Then you can live a good life with every meal, you can eat baked cakes, and plough the land with a golden hoe.

Isn't there a good scriptbook in the cultivation realm at all?

Not really.

After accumulating for so long, there is always something to stand out.

However, the main quest is to seek immortality, and this kind of small branch line is really not cared for.

The books that can be read after accumulation are just a few bites, and the books that can be read without eating, drinking, or sleeping (and can really do it now) will be exhausted in a few months.

Among these that can be seen, there are even fewer that can be regarded as classics.

Duan Yijun is not a person who is addicted to books, and he himself is busy cultivating immortals.

In the case that he is very busy, the existing inventory can't hold him up.

Spiritual food is extremely scarce!!

So Duan Yijun began to find someone to write for him.

It was estimated that no one in the cultivation realm would pay attention to him, so he went to the mortal realm to find it.

I thought it would be enough to find a depressed scholar, but if you just give money, Duan Yijun can smash him into the richest man.

However...... No way.

When mortals see themselves, they immediately begin to kowtow.

And then...... I didn't dare to write about the gods rashly.

What male protagonist was dismissed? How can it! The male protagonist is a god.

What male protagonist killed the villain? How can it! The villain is a god.

Your story...... Isn't it a reflection of which immortal master? Spare our lives, we are just ordinary mortals, the gods are angry, and all living things here are exhausted.

Kowtowing like this, Duan Yijun was not interested in continuing. Even in his own hands, there are still a lot of non-cultivation brain holes.

He didn't want a writer who was limited by frames at every turn.

After hitting a wall a few times, Duan Yijun completely lost patience.

Originally, there was not much time to move freely every time I came to the mortal world, where was there kung fu to find a needle in a haystack.

Thereupon......

"I started as a baby."

Of course, this was the initial plan.

Now the two have known each other for a hundred years, and they have crossed ages and identities to become such friends.

That's really God blessing.

Zhong Quan has such an opportunity and talent, which is Duan Yijun's blessing.

Having a golden thigh like Duan Yijun is not a blessing for Zhong Quan.

However, putting aside each other's identities and talents, just having a similar temperament is enough to sigh at God's pity.

"Zhong, Zhong Lao ......"

Han Li stammered and took out a copy of "The Legend of Aotian Ascension to Immortals" from the space bag and asked the author to sign it.

Wen Yu shyly took out a copy of "Menghua Dead Snow" from the space bag and asked the author to sign it.

Everyone knows that Mr. Dongliu is a genius of the world, who can write about the killing of male frequency and the delicate tenderness of female frequency.

Zhong Quan was in an excellent mood to meet the requirements of the little fans.

Duan Yijun also took a photo stone to "take pictures" of several people.

"I said, you're very popular with us, and you still don't believe it."

"When did I stop believing me?" He is called modest, and his heart is beautiful. "This is your favorite? Do you have any other books with you? Do you want me to sign it? ”

The young couple paused, and immediately looked at their master sadly.

Zhong Quan understood in seconds, burst into laughter, and almost lost his breath.

"Over the years, I've written so many to you, and you're going to release two?"

"You don't understand, the people in the cultivation realm have lived for a long time, and they won't cherish it if they send it too fast, and it's been very fast to send a copy for decades, this appetite is ...... Gotta hang. I don't have a chapter in ten years, a volume in a hundred years, and I'm already very polite. ”

The mournful gaze of the apprentices continued to be blinking.

However, their master did not see it.

After reminiscing, Duan Yijun, who had been on the topic for most of the day, finally began to talk about this important task.

But just after the beginning, I met a four-faced bewilderment.

Deputy Zhong Quan said that people expressed their doubts: "It's normal for you to want to urge me to write any script on a whim, but for your sect's mission, what can I help as a mortal?" ”

The only intersection between Zhong Quan and Xuanyuanzong is Duan Yijun.

If you barely want to count it, your grandfather who worked hard in the outer door is also counted.

But no matter what, what can I help with the task of cultivating the true realm?

Cheer up?

Or is someone from your sect going to write an autobiographical novel?

"Listen to me."

After Duan Yijun said this task again.

Zhong Quan couldn't understand it anymore.

"What do you want me to say to that Buddha? It is estimated that before he opened his mouth, someone intervened. It's hard to go around in circles...... My grandfather once entered the Xuanyuan Sect to practice, and this is known from all over the country. The Qing and Song dynasties are not only adjacent, but also have been married for hundreds of years, and it is estimated that the people of the Jiaye Temple will come out after sending someone to investigate. ”

"Certainly, the Buddha will not be able to learn anything about the cultivation realm until he is ten years old. Even if this is the territory of Xuanyuan Sect, now that the Buddha is three years old, the Jiaye Temple must have cleaned up the surroundings. ”

After all, all the major sects are a bit ...... these days Don't fight for steamed buns and fight for the attitude of grabbing people.

The special way of rising of the Ka Ye Temple is indeed very moving.

"So what?" How can he help.

"Of course, I still entrust you to fan the flames in public opinion."

"But does the focus of public opinion have to be on Kayaji Temple?"

Who is not targeted at Kayaji Temple?

It doesn't necessarily take us to the end, it's the Shinto sect that is cheap.

"Xiao Yue, what does the mortal Buddha sect have to do with our Buddhist cultivation there?"

"It doesn't matter." Nanmen Yue subconsciously replied, and then remembered a certain legend and added another sentence. "In terms of origin, it probably has something to do with it."

"But in the eyes of mortals, as long as they say Amitabha Buddha in their mouths, they don't distinguish between each other."