At dusk, calculated according to this national time, that is, the unitary time, the sun is setting today, and the hazy sunlight is falling in the courtyard, Han Kunyun is standing in front of Mo Yanqing's eyes, and his eyes are remote to examine the other party.

"What advice does the head of the hospital have? "Although Mo Yanqing is middle-aged, he is a strong man with a good appearance, and he looks the same as a thirty-year-old person, plus he looks beautiful with a face, and he really has the charm of a handsome uncle.

But now he was very embarrassed, except for his head, his body was frozen in frost, standing motionless in the middle of the courtyard, and at the same time he had to suffer Han Kunyun's eyes.

"How many channels are left for novelists?" asked Han Kunyun after pondering for a while.

"There are still two teahouses and three bookstores left. Mo Yan listened lightly, and replied bitterly in his heart: "And it is still in a state of loss." ”

"How much do you lose every month?" Han Kunyun frowned, this novelist is too miserable.

"One shopkeeper and five men in the two teahouses are paid 30 gold per month, and one person and four men are paid 47 gold per month in the three bookstores. Mo Yan replied lightly: "The monthly dividend is worth half, and the monthly loss is about thirty-five gold." ”

Han Kunyun nodded, and waved his hand to remove the frost from Mo Yanqing's body.

"The head of the House of Dorhan Temple. Mo Yan, who felt his figure loosen, clenched his fists lightly and said.

"I want to publish a book, but do I have a decision?" Han Kunyun asked in a deep voice.

"According to the rules of a novelist, I have to pay for printing...... Of course, I ...... the cost of the head of the hospital I was able to get out. Mo Yan lightly touched the fifty jade in his arms, thinking that he had slaughtered a fat sheep, but as a result, this sheep caused his old age, Mo Yan lightly felt bitter in his heart.

"What about after printing?" Han Kunyun continued.

"It will be sold in the novelist's bookstore, and if it is a book by the head of the house, it will naturally be placed on the main shelf. Mo Yan replied honestly: "But novelists have not had any good works for hundreds of years, and the works of the head of the academy are exquisite, but they ...... It will probably take some time for the advocacy to be held. ”

"I won't wait. ”

Han Kunyun replied briefly.

Mo Yan was speechless, looked up at Han Kunyun, and said in his heart I don't want to wait, but novelists have been obsessed with them for so long, and those who come to their bookstore to buy books today are either buying miscellaneous or buying Confucian classics, and novelists' books are basically sold as banned books.

"Do you break down the painter's person?" asked Han Kunyun with his eyebrows twisted.

"Painter...... Decompose. Mo Yan listened lightly, smiled lightly and said, "And it's very familiar." ”

"Can you achieve the Void Illusion Realm?" Han Kunyun asked again.

"Lord Courtyard, your request is too high. Mo Yan was choked lightly, and his face turned bitter.

The painter is one of the thirty-two Zhongzhou schools, but because of the entry and its hardship, there are many protégés, and the fame is also very high, but the actual influence is not very good.

This is not a martial art that can be followed by the spirit of literature, martial will, and military soul, but an ethereal realm that relies entirely on its own integration, even if it was a thousand years ago, there were few strong painters, let alone today.

The realm of illusion is one of the realms that the heart of the picture is condensed into, and it can be transformed into reality with the virtual, and even a painting of the whole country, which is similar to that of the novelist.

"The heart of the picture has been gathered. Han Kunyun asked impatiently.

"That's it. Mo Yan wiped the night sweats, the eyes of the head of the courtyard were really ashamed.

"Tongxiao invited him to come. Han Kunyun flicked his sleeves and said.

Mo Yan lightly arched his hand to show that he knew, looking at Han Kunyun who was returning to the room, he let out a long sigh, the arrogance of this head of the courtyard is really strong! Isn't it that he has already reached the realm of the Law Phase? But he is so young...... Shicai just relied on his arrogance to make the charm fall into the steel rock, which is not something that can be done in the martial arts realm, but the martial arts have been integrated to a very deep realm.

Rhyme, potential, meaning, soul, spirit, god, martial arts artistic conception sixfold, for their own martial arts integration is also given a difference in addition to martial arts bonuses, rhyme is to control martial arts, the first to fight the essence of martial arts, artistic conception is in the original martial arts into my own perception, has been able to carry forward the power of the original moves several times, and then up is the realm of the mystery and the mystery, from ancient times to the present are only the legendary strong people to arrive.

At present, the younger generation of Zhongzhou School is very likely to break through the artistic conception is Ji Chacha, who has already integrated the Xuanyuan swordsmanship into the artistic conception at a young age, and only by breaking through into the soul, that is the first person under Jindan.

However, Han Kunyun's martial arts artistic conception seemed to be doubly terrifying, and he could crush a piece of his body with his arrogance alone, which had already crossed Mo Yanqing's comprehension realm.

"This head of the courtyard is unfathomable. Mo Yan muttered softly.

At the same time, Han Kunyun returned to the house, staring at the charm lying on the bed, originally he made the decision to teach to let the girl calm down, first cultivate the mind, and then cultivate the body, and finally break through the artistic conception of martial arts in one go, and enter the middle of the artistic conception, according to the innate nature of this girl, all can be achieved.

But I didn't expect that people's martial arts will was as hard as a diamond, and he didn't see any compromise after being pressed by him for so long.

"How can this be taught. Han Kunyun rubbed his chin and thought in his heart.

Yunyun's hard martial will represents one thing, this woman's self-consciousness is very violent, and she has reached the realm where no one is allowed to disturb her.

When it comes to the Jiuli Killing Knife Method, it seems that this kind of will is needed, the fighting spirit is not extinguished, the body is not destroyed, and the army is easy.

"Then I won't do any good. Han Kunyun shook his head, and then he seemed to think of something, looked at the beautiful face and smiled: "Little girl, count yourself lucky, you have to remember to repay the favor in the future." ”

Lying on the bed, I don't know what kind of lecture I'm going to face, even if it's a comatose girl, I have that giant-like posture in my mind now.

Han Kunyun's arrogance, which seemed to be coercive in the universe, left a deeper imprint on her than Han Kunyun himself imagined.

"Lord Courtyard, the rice is all mashed, what should I do next?"

Mo Shishi trotted into the house, with a little beads of sweat on his head, and his face was full of happiness.

After writing the next day, the head of the courtyard suddenly said that he wanted to eat something good, so he guided her and January to mash the rice in the kitchen, and now it was the turn of the next step.

"Hand over your sugar. ”

Under the expectant eyes of Mo Chenshi, Han Kunyun said a word that made her feel distressed.

"Lord Courtyard, can you not eliminate sugar?" Mo Chenshi asked with his hands on his chest, unfortunately.

"It's okay if you don't consume sugar, and now I ride Xiaoba to the market to buy a little honey and red dates. Han Kunyun said unhurriedly: "Buy a pot while you can." ”

"Pot?"

"Forget it, buy a grill and spices for meat. Han Kunyun shook his head, the development of food in the country is really a long way to go.