To be honest, Jiang Ning once thought Xingqiu was a girl when he was new to Yuanshen.
Because Xingqiu looks fair and fair, and her legs look pretty good.
But later, as the game plot progressed, Jiang Ning slowly came back to his senses.
Oh, it turns out that Xingqiu is a boy.
It's no wonder that when Jiang Ning called his little sister just now, Xingqiu was obviously stunned for a moment.
The little sister probably won't be able to fix it for him.
"Xingqiu, are you living in Wanwen Jishe? It seems that I bump into you every time I come here." Xiangling couldn't help but sigh.
Xingqiu laughed: "I can't say I live here, I just come here to take a look in my spare time."
The leisure time he talks about refers to most of the time in a day.
Anyone who is familiar with Xingqiu knows that if you want to see him for anything, you will never come up empty-handed if you go to Wanwenjishe.
It can be said that Xingqiu's passion for martial arts novels is not inferior to Xiangling's love for cooking.
"Xingqiu, can you recommend two good novels to us?"
At this time, Xiang Ling asked.
She knew that Jiang Ning was going to buy some novels and take them back to the mountains, but she didn't know which novels were popular recently, so she just asked Xingqiu for his advice.
After all, Xingqiu has read all the novels written by Wan Wen Ji She.
There is nothing wrong with asking him!
"Recommended novels?" Xingqiu touched his chin and thought for a while.
"I was reading this book recently and found it quite interesting."
While talking, Xingqiu put a novel on the table.
"Going to immortality?"
Xiangling leaned forward and whispered the name of the book.
Xingqiu hummed: "This book tells the daily life of a group of immortal disciples living among the clouds."
"Such a bold attempt is really refreshing."
"If a novel had a perfect score of ten, I would give this book a nine."
"Such a high score?" Xiang Ling blinked, very surprised.
"Because this book is very interesting. The story about spiritual practice is very real and full of fun."
Hearing Xingqiu say this, Jiang Ning shook his head gently: "Real practice is not necessarily full of fun, but more often boring."
"Brother, how do you say this?"
Xingqiu suddenly became interested. He felt that Jiang Ning had a story.
"Think about it, staying in the mountains for a long time and doing the same thing over and over again every day."
"Maybe it will feel fresh at first, but as time goes by, the freshness will slowly disappear."
"It's like a novel. It's interesting when you first read it, but what if you read it hundreds of times?"
Jiang Ning didn't look at Xiandu, he just expressed his views on cultivation.
No wonder so many immortal visitors appear in Jueyunjian every year.
It is very likely that they were influenced by the novel and felt that spiritual practice was a very relaxing thing.
"I see, I understand." Xingqiu suddenly realized.
"Novel depicts the good things and deliberately ignores the bad things deep inside."
"That's not entirely true."
Regarding Xingqiu's summary, Jiang Ning shook his head.
"Some writers still enjoy knife-making."
"Sword man? What does this mean?" Xingqiu asked in confusion.
Xiang Ling next to her was also confused.
Could it be that the kitchen knife has become a spirit?
That should also be called a kitchen knife master, right?
Why is he called a knife man?
Jiang Ning thought for a while and answered Dao: "To put it simply, the so-called Dao people write characters that readers like to death."
Xingqiu clenched his fists and reprimanded: "Writers who like knife men are really hateful."
Jiang Ning smiled and said: "But only regrets can make people remember it deeply, right?"
"Brother, do you like Knife Man's novels?" Xingqiu's face was full of questions.
"No, I hate authors who issue knives the most."
In a few words, Xingqiu already had a preliminary understanding of Jiang Ning.
He felt that he and Jiang Ning had a good rapport, especially when it came to novels, and they had many similar opinions.
At this moment, a girl appeared behind Xiang Ling unknowingly.
She wore a pair of tall ponytails, and she looked very bright and lively.
A pair of big peach-colored eyes are particularly eye-catching.
The girl first patted Xiang Ling's left shoulder, and then quickly dodged to the right.
Seeing that her prank succeeded, she covered her mouth and snickered again.
"Hutao, you're teasing me again!" Xiangling reacted and quickly hugged the girl next to her.
"Wrong, wrong!"
Under Xiangling's offensive, Hutao apologized quickly.
Xiangling snorted and then gave up.
"Speaking of which, why did you come to Wanwen Collection House?" Xiangling looked at Hutao in confusion.
In her impression, Hu Tao was not very interested in novels or anything like that.
"Because I suddenly have so many poetic inspirations in my head, and I urgently need pen and ink to record them!"
Hu Tao, the seventy-seventh generation leader of the Rebirth Hall.
She also has another identity, a dark alley poet.
Among them, the most famous work is "Qiu Qiu Ballad".
For Hu Tao, she needs enough pen and ink to record the occasional flash of inspiration.
This is also the reason why she met Xiang Ling at Wanwenjishe.
"Big brother and big sister, I think you must be Jiang Ning and Shen He, right?"
"Xiang Ling often mentions you. I'm glad to meet you!"
Hu Tao took the initiative to say hello to Jiang Ning.
Then, she noticed Qiqi next to Jiang Ning.
Qiqi looked at Hutao.
Hutao looked at Qiqi.
Make sure your eyes meet the right person.
