The summer wind, with its heat and dryness, passes through the hall.

Sun Mo wandered among the bookshelves, pulling out a book from time to time and turning a few pages with his hands.

Zheng Qingfang sat on the wooden chair, his eyes did not blink for a moment, and his originally careless movements gradually became softer subconsciously, for fear of damaging these manuscript papers.

To be honest, when he just saw the first sentence of the opening chapter, Zheng Qingfang was disdainful and felt that Sun Mo was talking big.

This line is simple and straightforward, the description is accurate, but there is almost no literary brilliance at all, to put it bluntly, it is a big vernacular.

But when you look down the next day, it's interesting.

A divine stone, gathering the aura of heaven and earth, giving birth to a spiritual fetus, when a wild monkey cracked the stone out, soared into the sky, and hung straight into the sky, Zheng Qingfang was shocked beyond words.

The protagonist is actually a monkey?

It's the protagonist's pet, right?

The appearance of the protagonist is so novel that it jumps out of the stone? Zheng Qingfangguan has never seen a single case in his novels for decades.

......

Zheng Qingfang can be regarded as having a wide range of knowledge, but this beginning made him give a high score of nine points, and he was extremely satisfied.

The difference of one point is because the writing is so bad.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qingfang couldn't wait to revise it himself, it really ruined the beginning, but looking down, Zheng Qingfang didn't care about thinking about it, but was completely immersed in the story.

Journey to the West, the Monkey King was born!

Wander the cape, seek to grow and not die!

Watching this wild monkey and the monkeys fighting, the first to enter the Water Curtain Cave, subdued the monkeys, and called himself the Monkey King, Zheng Qingfang happily touched his beard, and then saw the monkey was born, old, sick and died, the Monkey King was shocked, and then wandered around, looking for the way of eternal life, he couldn't help but show a lonely look.

Phoenix?

How difficult!

Seeing the wild monkeys come all the way, endure hardships, make jokes, and get into a lot of harmless troubles, Zheng Qingfang laughed.

It wasn't until the wild monkey wandered for several years that he came to the three-star cave of the slanting moon in Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, and worshiped the ancestor of Bodhi as his teacher, Zheng Qingfang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can finally learn art!"

It's just that Zheng Qingfang's tone quickly picked it up again and began to get nervous, because in this world, how can there be any immortality?

But then, without waiting for Zheng Qingfang to be lost, he saw that the wild monkey had the name of Sun Wukong, and he also learned seventy-two changes and a somersault cloud that could turn over 108,000 miles.

At that moment, this old man, who was already over the age of old, couldn't help but applaud and recalled his youth.

Lu Zhiruo squatted next to him, wanting to wait for the old man to finish reading it and read it again himself, but he was reluctant to let go of the manuscript paper he had read, which was too annoying.

Fight the demons, recapture the Water Curtain Cave, go to the East China Sea, take the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, and then go to the lower underworld, change the book of life and death, and then fight the generals of the Heavenly Court......

Seeing Sun Wukong being imprisoned in Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace, Zheng Qingfang's heart was pinched, and then he practiced his fiery eyes, made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and turned the world upside down.

This time, Zheng Qingfang couldn't hold back any longer, the whole person stood up suddenly, slapped the table hard, and shouted: "Good spirit!"

......

Time passed minute by minute, Zheng Qingfang was completely immersed in the story, and accompanied the four Tang monks all the way to the west to learn scriptures.

What kind of writing is not good?

I'm sorry, Zheng Qingfang ignored it a long time ago, he only had four masters and apprentices and ninety-nine eighty-seven difficulties in his eyes!

Suddenly, Zheng Qingfang's hands were empty, and the manuscript paper was gone? It was gone? He turned his head suddenly, stared at the bookshelf, and screamed in a hoarse voice.

"Where's down there?"

Lu Zhiruo next to him was startled and took several steps back in shock.

Sun Mo did not respond.

Zheng Qingfang walked quickly, jumped over a few bookshelves, found Sun Mo, and couldn't wait to grab his hand and ask: "What about below? Sun Wukong actually destroyed the ginseng fruit tree, I'm afraid he is going to have a big battle with Zhenyuan Daxian, right?"

Sun Mo smiled and pulled away Zheng Qingfang's hand that was holding him.

"You mean!"

Zheng Qingfang is about to die in a hurry.

"Is it pretty?"

Sun Mo asked rhetorically.

"Beautiful!"

"It's beautiful!"

"It's so pretty!"

Zheng Qingfang changed three sentences of praise in a row, and stroked the manuscript paper with his right hand, it was really a long time since he had read such a good story, it was like drinking wine.

"Really, huh?"

Lu Zhiruo shrank behind the bookshelf with half of her body, her eyebrows and smiled, and her face was a little excited: "I'll just say yes, Mr. Sun's writing is excellent!"

Papaya Niang feels honored and honored.

"Teacher Sun?" Zheng Qingfang looked at Sun Mo: "Which school are you from?"

"Zhongzhou Academy!"

Sun Mo officially introduced himself.

Zheng Qingfang invited Sun Mo to sit down, personally served tea for him, and even mixed a cup with Lu Zhiruo.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's been a long time since I've seen such a beautiful book, and I forgot the time for a while. ”

Seeing that it was not early, Zheng Qingfang was very embarrassed.

"So can you make a thousand?"

Sun Mo asked with a smile.

"Yes, absolutely!"

Zheng Qingfang nodded immediately, and then shook his head again: "This style, can you polish it again?"

"Can't!"

Sun Mo answered neatly, jokes, he can't write Chinese.

In fact, Sun Mo's writing is okay, and he has published a few prose poems in school, but in the eyes of the ancients, it is not enough.

"Hey, it's a pity!"

Zheng Qingfang sighed and glanced at Sun Mo deeply, the meaning is very simple, such a good story, if it is matched with gorgeous writing, how good would it be?

"IMHO, what was the novel written for?"

Sun Mo didn't want to be underestimated, so he fought back.

"Look!"

Zheng Qingfang smiled.

That's right, written in this kind of vernacular, the old women in the countryside can understand it, and this is the best destination for this story. ”

Sun Mo shrugged his shoulders.

Zheng Qingfang was stunned, for Sun Mo's remarks, he didn't know how to refute it for a while, yes, this is a novel, born to be read by others, and it is not a subset of the modern and ancient masterpieces of those sages and sages, a subset of scriptures and history, only readers will read it.

Sun Mo drank tea.

Lu Zhiruo also picked up the teacup in the same way, and watched the teacher say that the old man of the bookstore had nothing to say, so happy!

Bite!

+5 opinion from Lu Zhiruo.

Reputation relationship with Lu Zhiruo, friendly (183/1000).

"Uncle Zheng, look, it's not early......"

Sun Mo didn't say a word in the second half of the sentence, it was not early, he wanted to sign the contract, take the money and leave.

"Oh, I was careless!"

Zheng Qingfang opened the drawer, took out a bell and shook it.

Soon, an old servant walked in from the backyard.

"Go, prepare a sumptuous feast. ”

Zheng Qingfang was ready to talk to Sun Mo at night, so he had to dig out the content behind: "By the way, take another thousand taels of silver!"

The old servant is well-trained and competent.

Soon, a table of meals was ready.

Sun Mo came to Jinling, and he hadn't eaten a big meal in the restaurant yet, but just looking at the dishes, he knew that the dishes on this table were not cheap.

A tray of silver ingots was also placed on the table, fifty taels each, twenty in all, shining brightly in the light of the candle flame.

"Old Huaifang's aged wine, try it!"

Zheng Qingfang poured a glass of wine.

"Thank you Uncle Zheng for your hospitality. ”

Sun Mo drank it all in one gulp, and also gave Zheng Qingfang a cup in return, and then turned the cup upside down and put it on the table: "I'm sorry, I'm not strong enough to drink!"

Zheng Qingfang is a generous person, and he didn't feel that he was not a man enough because of Sun Mo's behavior, so he poured himself a drink after saying a word of convenience.

I happened to get a good book today, and if I don't get drunk, I'm sorry for this "Journey to the West" at all.

"Eat your own food!"

Seeing that Lu Zhiruo was a little restrained, Sun Mo sandwiched a piece of beef for her.

"Hmm!"

Papaya Niang felt warm in her heart, but she was also very well-behaved, and when she saw that the wine in Zheng Qingfang's cup was gone, she took the initiative to help pour the wine.

Zheng Qingfang is not informal, and there are a lot of rules on the wine table, so everyone can enjoy themselves.

After three rounds of drinking, he pushed the plate full of silver ingots in front of Sun Mo: "Look at my memory, now all this silver is yours." ”

"As I said, I don't sell manuscripts. ”

Sun Mo refused, this is a huge amount of money, but it is not enough to buy "Journey to the West".

"Look at what you said, even if I am blind, I will not think that I can buy this book for a thousand taels, this is just for your living expenses, I hope you will not delay writing the book because of the firewood, rice, oil and salt in your life. ”

Zheng Qingfang explained: "As for the manuscript fee for publishing the book, don't worry, let's calculate it separately." ”

"I can't ask for it!"

Sun Mo took a bite of the dish and pushed the tray back.

"Sun Mo, I'll call you a little friend. Zheng Qingfang looked at Sun Mo and expressed his feelings: "It's too difficult to get a good book, it's even more difficult to get a good book that you can't put down, Sun Xiaoyou, please accept my kindness, right? I only hope that I can see the content as soon as possible." ”

Bite!

+10 opinion from Zheng Qingfang.

Yu Zheng Qingfang's prestige relationship opened, current state, neutral (10/100).

Sun Mo was speechless, and the prompts of the system sounded, which shows that Zheng Qingfang really likes this book and really appreciates himself, not a trick to get the manuscript of "Journey to the West", but you are too fast to become a book fan, right?

At least wait until I finish reading the whole book of "Journey to the West" and then fan me, okay?

I'll be proud if you do that!

Although the story outline of Journey to the West has not changed, the text is all written by himself, and some plots and some characters have also added some of their own ideas, isn't it plagiarism?

To be honest, as a teacher, Sun Mo is still very resistant to this kind of behavior, if it weren't for the money spent too quickly, he wouldn't have written "Journey to the West".

But then again, it's also a great thing to let the natives of Middle-earth Kyushu appreciate the literary classics of our big flower family.

Zheng Qingfang pushed the tray over again, and then couldn't help but pick up the manuscript, read it, and couldn't help but praise it, it's really beautiful!

Then his expression was lost, hey, if you can't see a book of this level in the future, won't life be boring?

Zheng Qingfang gave Sun Mo silver, in fact, he was a little selfish, in addition to wanting to see the second half of "Journey to the West" as soon as possible, he also wanted to see "Dragon Ball" and "Transformers", judging from this amazing novel, those two will not be too bad to think about.

Thinking about it like this, Zheng Qingfang, who loves books like his life, couldn't help it, scratched his heart and lungs so uncomfortably that he couldn't wait to grab Sun Mo's head immediately, press him in front of the table, and write a book for himself.