Chang'an Daily.

This is one of the hottest names in Chang'an City.

Supervised by the imperial court, Jin Yong and they went to promote the newspaper.

Jin Yong is the boss of the five reincarnations, a guy who looks a bit like Tie Hanhan.

Even Xuanzang didn't expect that these five reincarnators would not persuade themselves to learn from the scriptures now, but instead started newspapers and magazines.

Xuanzang was a little speechless.

Are you not afraid of being obliterated by the Lord God?

Is the main god's task not enough to do, or have you recently used Rejoice to float directly?

But it doesn't matter if they are not in a hurry, Xuanzang.

According to what I learned in my mind, the main god space should be a rather dangerous world.

Danger can be encountered anytime, anywhere, at any time.

Even a casual and direct group annihilation is a common thing.

And then the five goods in front of him directly gave up on themselves?

Originally, I was still thinking of pretending to learn the scriptures, let the five of them complete the task, and then turn back by myself, after all, the monks are compassionate, if they can save it, they still have to save it.

Now it's not needed, after all, people themselves are not in a hurry.

I'm an outsider, I'm worried about a fart!

But this newspaper, Xuanzang feels quite good.

It's like this Chang'an miscellaneous talk board.

Cheng Yanjin's third son, Cheng Chubi, had a fight with the Turkic delegation in Qinglou yesterday, and was directly reprimanded by Li Shimin's teaching in the Taiji Palace.

After Cheng Chubi left the palace gate, he bluntly said that he would only be punished if he lost, and if he won the battle, even the group of Turkic missions are still lying in the medical hall, what punishment can there be?

I heard that less than a quarter of an hour after Cheng Chubi said this, he was dragged back to Taiji Palace by a group of hundred horsemen.

Then I remembered the sound of Cheng Chubi crying and grabbing the ground.

There is also this, Cheng Biting Jin's cow died of illness, Cheng Biting Jin was very sad, and sat at the door of the mansion and cried bitterly, crying with serious physical exertion, and ate two large bowls of rice with tears at noon.

Xuanzang was speechless in the game.

Is this thing grieving?

That's a happy cry!

What a third-rate gossip little newspaper this is!

The back is an article on the destruction of demons and evil near Chang'an City, which not only shows the strength of the Tang army, but also shows the determination of the Tang army to protect the people of the Tang Dynasty, and there is an inscription written by Li Shimin below. 0

Those who offend my Tang Dynasty will be punished even if they are far away!

There is also a handmade portrait of Li Shimin who has undergone more than 20 years of beautification.

Xuanzang can see that Li Er is a bag!

As for not giving him a chance to sass.

I'm sorry, Datang is still his old Li family, if you don't agree to let Li Er go to the newspaper, they will block your newspaper office backhandedly.

Xuanzang is really not very interested in these.

Made, a group of 180-year-old weak chicken demons have been blown by you as if there are 18,000 years.

Xuanzang turned directly to the back of the newspaper, where was the people's livelihood plate.

One of the interviews successfully attracted Xuanzang's attention.

Reporter: Why did you come to the brothel?

Poetry and Swords: What is a brothel?

Reporter: You don't know?

Poetry and sword: Do you think a handsome person like me needs to come to a brothel?

Reporter: Like.

I just saw a girl shivering in the cold wind at the door, so I told the girl that she should go back to her room to rest when it was cold, and then the girl thanked me and let me go to her room.

Reporter: So you prostitute?

Shijian Shuangjue: No, I asked her if you were a young lady, she said no, I said okay, then we can chat, she looked at me a little strange at first, and then said let's talk.

She told me that she was sold into a brothel when she was fourteen years old, and that her brother was a bad gambler, and that he had a child, and that he came to her every month to ask for money, and that he would beat her if he didn't give her money, and that she would cry as she spoke, and that I would sympathize with her, and that I would give her all the money in my pocket, and that I would take it, and that it would be winter, and that I would buy myself some clothes.

The girl said that she couldn't ask for my money in vain, so she came to pick up my clothes, saying that she wanted to repay me, and I was entangled, if I refused her, then I would think she was dirty, if I didn't refuse her, then I would be a prostitute, and when I was embarrassed, my clothes were stripped off, and you also came in.

Reporter: Okay, we know, I hope everyone in Chang'an City knows that this self-proclaimed poet and sword double absolute like to drink is a big carrot, don't be deceived by him, I won't say his name, but he often calls himself Qinglian monk.

Poetry and sword: what to write, what to write, delete and delete!

......

Xuanzang suddenly couldn't help laughing out of the pig's voice.

Although it is legal to go to the Qinglou in these years, there are also two kinds of nostalgia for fireworks.

One is that you have the ability, and others will say that you are unruly.

One is that you are not capable, that is, you are not doing your job.

Li Bai is undoubtedly a capable person, but the key is that this product does not seem to have reached the time of birth, although it is only a few times to meet, but Xuanzang feels that this product should be waiting for the time of his birth.

After reading some trivial things, Xuanzang turned directly to the end and occupied almost half of the page.

Leading the way is an article called Breaking the Sky.

The author's signature is Mu Qingyu.

Well, that's the name of the elf girl in the wheeled one.

Phew, shameless!

actually did a copyist, Xuanzang expressed disdain.

At this moment, Xuanzang had selectively forgotten about his Jiang Liuer poetry collection.

What does the poem copied by Jiang Liuer have to do with me Chen Xuanzang?!

There is also a call for papers below, which probably means that the manuscript is received at a high price or something.

Starting an entertainment business in Datang?

Xuanzang pinched his chin.

I always feel that this matter does not seem to be so simple, but where is the key problem, Xuanzang feels that he can't grasp it.

Cut~

But no matter how much he has, let the enemy trick them in a thousand ways, and the poor monk will hammer them to death with one punch!

"Hmph, Chen Xuanzang is gone, you hurry up and return the elixir to the old man, otherwise the old man will definitely sue the Buddha and Bodhisattva and they will condemn you!" Fahai directly threw away the broom in his hand and scolded.

A few days ago, I found Chen Xuanzang and wanted to get back the elixir.

And then—

Rolling and slapping it over, Fahai was honest, and by the way, he and the old monk became a pair and worked in the firewood room every day.

"Amitabha, Bodhisattva, Manjushri came to me the other day, but—"

Xuanzang said with a smile while touching Xiaobai's head in his hand.

I didn't expect this Xiaobai to be really that Xiaobai, and there is a wood to cultivate!

"And then?"

Then he was hammered back by the poor monk. ”

Fahai ......

Old Monk ......

I can't afford to provoke it, big guy cowhide~

Just when Xuanzang had a leisurely life, in the teahouse of Chang'an City, two strange men dressed in black were sitting there with a newspaper in their hands.

"Black robe, this newspaper is really good-looking, I don't know if Xiao Yan will join the Yunlan Sect three years later?"

"Hmph, I'm more interested in the identity of that medicine elder, the dog author is out of context!"

Immediately, the black robe and the giant scorpion glanced at each other.

Or—

Immediately, the two of them glanced at the address of the publishing house.