Nan Tianba came to the door of the conference room and almost collided with the champion. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Senior Brother Nan, I have already revised the third draft, you can help me take a look. "Zhuangyuanlang is like a boy who has completed his homework and is full of expectations for his praise.

"Senior Brother Zhuangyuangong, it's much better than the obscurity of the first two drafts, but I suggest that you add a few more slogan-style slogans at the end!" Nan Tianba took a pen and added three long frames at the end of the manuscript.

Wang Sizong is the champion of Yihai Branch in the eighth year of Song Taizu's Kaibao, and after arriving in the fairy world, he is "not listening to things outside the window, and only cultivating the supreme immortal", and it is inevitable that he will not understand some big vernacular for a while.

It is rare that the champion is open-minded and studious, and in the process of revising the draft, he has basically completed the millennium leap, and when he heard that the slogan was a new word, he blurted out: "For example, ......"

"Down with the scum of the fairy world, Mao Zhuxian!"

Nan Tianba filled in a box, and the champion public horse understood, "I understand, just add a few easy-to-understand slang words in the countryside." ”

"Yes, that's what it means. ”

"Senior Brother Nan, I'll change my ...... right away"

Seeing a champion lang obeying his words so much, Nan Tianba was as comfortable as taking a sip of fairy honey.

Li Sheng saw Nan Tianba coming in, and hurried to finish writing the last few words in his pressed work, "Senior Brother Nan, come here, come here, how about you take a look at this song "Rope Palace Release"?"

Nan Tianba was a little embarrassed, "Your Li Sheng's poems, I dare to judge them indiscriminately." I am the ...... who read your poems for enlightenment"

As soon as he took the poem handed over by Li Sheng, Nan Tianba stumbled and almost didn't sit on the ground, "Li Sheng...... This poem is not proper, how can you write vernacular poetry?"

Li Sheng laughed and said: "This is still a conversation between you and Senior Brother Wang, which inspired my creative inspiration, didn't you say that you should keep pace with the times, don't think of the audience as high as yourself?

"Senior Brother Zhuangyuan's text is to be read to the peddlers and pawns in the market, of course, in the vernacular. Your poems are bold and elegant, revealing such a fairy spirit, and the kind of magical, magnificent and moving artistic conception has long been familiar to the world. In your first collection of poems after you arrived in the fairy world, if you suddenly changed the style of poetry, others would think it was a forgery. When the time comes, people who want to buy your poetry collection will question it, and they can't explain it clearly......"

Nan Tianba is angry and funny, and he still has a number in the palace? Others will think that it is a prisoner who has gone out of the.

"Senior Brother Nan, then you can say it directly, it is better for me to write poems in that format?" Li Sheng was blindfolded.

"Well, it's good to be like "Shu Dao Difficulty", the rope palace is difficult or the fairy world is difficult and so on. The most important thing is that the style of this work cannot be changed...... If it really doesn't work, I think it's okay to put the latest work "Gift to Nan Tianba" on the homepage. ”

Li Sheng suddenly smiled, "Senior Brother Nan, you said earlier, it was difficult to write Wen Jiu back then, and this "Divine Palace Release" can suffocate me." ”

In the conference room, Wang Sheng, Wu Sheng, and a large group of ancient and modern intellectuals at the level of literary courage all burst into laughter. Without hesitation, Li Sheng crumpled up the long free-form vernacular poem written with great effort and threw it on the ground.

"How can this treasure be lost?" Nan Tianba picked up the paper ball at the speed of a hungry dog.

Looking at everyone's bewildered eyes, Nan Tianba explained: "Li Sheng, when your poetry collection is sold crazy in the fairy world for five or six episodes, we will do some publicity and advertising, saying that your Li Sheng's first vernacular poetry collection in the fairy world will be published soon, so stay tuned! At that time, hehe, your Li Sheng's first vernacular poem "Rope Palace Release" will be worth a lot of money! The word 'ah' in your first sentence alone must be worth at least tens of thousands of Shenzhou coins. ”

"Listening to Senior Brother Nan's words is better than reading a thousand-year-old book. It's a pity that Senior Brother Nan doesn't do business!" Wang Sheng sighed.

"Wang Sheng, you have won the award, almost everyone in the human world is now doing business, what e-commerce micro-business, what hunger marketing, opposing marketing, all kinds of means are like cow hair, and even put business to the height of 'Tao', my little carving insect skill is just Dong Shi Xiaofeng. ”

"It seems that we have long been outdated with the old concept of 'everything is inferior, only reading is high'-" Wu Sheng waved five more fine Arhat statues with divine help, put down the brush and sighed.

"Senior Brother Wu, you can use five large rice sheets at once, and the drawing is too fast, but you have to leave me a few, I still have ten four-character large characters that Senior Brother Nan confessed to have not been completed!"

Wang Sheng saw that there were only about a dozen pieces of rice paper left in a stack, and he was in a hurry, so he took all the rice paper in front of him.

"Senior Brother Wang, I haven't wasted a piece of paper, I haven't painted for so many years, the composition in my heart is gushing like a spring, you have to take care of it. You can't do this, my eighteen Arhat statues are only three missing......"

Wu Sheng came to get the paper, Wang Sheng held on to it, and the conference room became lively.

"Wang Sheng, you can even Wu Sheng's three sheets! The eighteen Arhats are three missing, and they can't be sold for a big price. Nan Tianba explained.

"Wu Sheng, after you have drawn these three, let's draw some illustrations for Li Sheng's poetry collection first! When we have Shenzhou coins, I will give you a single room for each of you, so that you can enjoy your creation. ”

Two would-be immortals from the logistics group came in with a basket of steaming taro and distributed breakfast to everyone.

A quasi-immortal made a fuss and said, "Why, you haven't drunk the chicken soup! It's almost cold." ”

Nan Tianba was also busy and dizzy, and only then did he find that the jar of stewed chicken was quietly placed in the corner, and the basket of dishes and chopsticks was still clean.

"Stop, stop, all the senior brothers should stop writing first......"

Nan Tianba took matters into small bowls and divided the chicken soup into small bowls.

The champion duke choked up and said, "Senior Brother Nan, you have worked hard and made great achievements, you don't even drink, teach us how to drink." ”

Nan Tianba said with a smile: "I'm in the human world, just because I eat too well, I eat the three highs, and I don't dare to eat greasy things anymore in the fairy world." ”

"The senior brothers in the technical group and the logistics group are working harder than us, Senior Brother Nan, you better send them over and let them drink!" Wu Sheng painted dozens of works overnight, walked a lot of roads, and now he is a little unable to speak.

"Senior brothers, Senior Brother Shenxing Taibao will rush back tomorrow afternoon, and the other groups will be able to eat meat immediately. You are all big names in the Rope Palace, and the future of the Rope Palace is pinned on you, so you don't have to worry about it, today more than 20 of us share a rooster, which will surely be recorded in the history of the Rope Palace, and become a story of a thousand calamities......"

After listening to Nan Tianba's words, there was a sigh in the conference room.

Li Shengqi stood up suddenly, picked up the pen, and wrote hard, perhaps a touching story of a bowl of chicken soup, which inspired him to create a volcanic eruption.

......

Because of the shortage of paper, in the middle of the corner, the works of the three saints were counted.

Wang Sheng created a total of 10 pieces of "Yonghe Eight Years", 60 pieces of 4-character large characters, and Wang Sheng also wrote 200 "Yong" characters with cut leftovers;

Wu Sheng created a total of 20 statues of Toutuo, 18 statues of Arhats, and a mural on the back wall of the conference room of the Rope Palace;

With the joint efforts of Li Sheng, eight Jinshi and thirteen people, the first collection of poems "Shen Yin", which contains one hundred and eight masterpieces of Li Sheng's immortal world, was successfully completed. Since Nan Tianba said that the rope palace must leave a copy for survival, a total of 100 poetry collections can be sold;

Zhuang Yuangong's "Rope Palace Quasi-Immortal Condemnation of Mao Zhu Immortal Text" was drafted four times, and finally completed smoothly in the tone of Nan Tianba.

The members of the creative team, including Sansheng, after completing the work at hand, couldn't take a break, and all went to the technical team to help. Under Nan Tianba's repeated requests, he "drove" all of them to the room to rest.

The ghost who recovered quickly after taking the medicine, when he heard that Nan Tianba was looking for a person to read the text, Mao recommended himself to be the reader of the text. Nan Tianba considered that the ghost who had lost his footing was a tour guide in the human world, and he spoke humorously and had a loud voice, so he agreed without a moment's hesitation.

"Senior Brother Yin, this document is a powerful weapon for our rope palace to fight for legitimate rights, you must be familiar with it by heart, and come as soon as you open your mouth. After arriving at the stirrup, it is inevitable to go to the most lively place in the market to give a speech, and you must be mentally prepared and do your homework. ”

"Senior Brother Nan, don't worry, this time I won't make Mao Zhuxian stink, I'm not called Yin Peng. Guide Yin took the text and hid in the bamboo forest alone and recited it aloud.

Nan Tianba saw Tang Linkun coming from the bamboo forest with a thick bamboo on his back, and hurriedly greeted him.

"Senior Brother Tang, go and rest, you lost Xianmi to the injured Senior Brother, I see that your face is a little dark......"

"Seeing that everyone is contributing their part to the rope palace, how can I fall asleep, aren't you also resting?"

Tang Linkun put down the bamboo on his shoulder, picked up a woodcutter to chop off the branches, and sent it to the next process.

Under the overall arrangement of Ji technicians, the production jar and pen holder were divided into two production lines, and a section of moso bamboo and Luohan bamboo were sawn into a section of bamboo tube.

After the two quasi-immortals carried out simple rough processing of the bamboo tube and the jar lid, they were sent to the feet of seven or eight quasi-immortals who had undergone preliminary training by Ji technicians, and dozens of knives went down to basically form them. After the technician corrects the defective products, the next step is to finish, paint (the template provided by Wu Sheng), carve, and wreck......

A series of jars and pen holders with a simple atmosphere have been produced. At sunset, the products are piled up into a small mountain......