"What? Is there really something wrong with Mom's sanity?"
"My biggest headache right now is how to persuade my parents to follow us in practice!"
Even if Zhang Xuezhou doesn't trust Ren Shengsheng's judgment, practicing "Yin Yang Great Compassion Nine Heavens Mantra" and "Spiritual Strengthening Chapter" will not bring any harm.
The former can rely on the stimulation of Peiyuan Dan to promote entry, while the latter requires a certain amount of talent, and may also require greater pressure and stimulation to make the spiritual strengthening chapter practice smoothly, and even require the use of pharmaceutical stimulation in the subsequent stages.
Zhang Xuezhou knew very well how to practice these two contents, but how to get Song Fengying and Zhang Weimeng to learn them was a problem.
He constantly communicated with Zhang Manqian on the communication line.
"This matter is too difficult to handle. My parents will definitely not believe the cultivation techniques you are tinkering with," Zhang Manqian replied, "let alone force them to drink medicine."
"These things are difficult to handle, but what I'm more afraid of is that my parents won't be able to fix them!"
Zhang Xuezhou's response was a little low, which made Zhang Manqian feel heavy.
In Song Fengying's view, her two children are healthy and sunny, but they have extremely high needs for advancement and are even constantly thinking about ways to support their parents' financial advancement.
In Song Fengying's opinion, six million, a huge amount of money, was the one-time fee for them to enter a high-end nursing institution.
Zhang Xuezhou and Zhang Manqian were wise enough not to mention genetic fighting skills and training skills, because they were afraid that Song Fengying would be under pressure.
And Ren Yisheng's judgment undoubtedly made them have to explain the relevant matters, and even bring their parents to practice together.
Cultivation is not easy. Cultivation is not only a matter of money and resources, but also involves qualifications and even age.
Training needs to be done as early as possible. It is unrealistic to expect people in their forties to achieve anything great in practice, and the requirements mentioned by Ren Shengsheng are still extremely high. Even for Song Fengying and Zhang Weimeng, the time left in their lives is not much. .
"Is Professor Ren's judgment accurate?" Zhang Manqian asked, still not believing it.
"Do you dare to bet?"
Zhang Xuezhou asked back, which made Zhang Manqian no longer have any hesitation.
You can't gamble on this kind of thing, and you can't afford it.
"Mom will be in Xijing City these days. I'll go bug her!"
In the end, each had their own assigned tasks. Zhang Manqian persuaded Song Fengying, while Zhang Xuezhou needed to deal with Zhang Weimeng.
Zhang Xuezhou thought for a while before taking some video records of himself. Then he added his communication number and sent the video to Zhang Weimeng's communication.
"Shocked, he actually did this to his pants!"
Zhang Xuezhou looked at the video he sent and the title he had given. He felt that Zhang Weimeng would not wait until a few days before clicking on the video and taking a casual look.
A fake trick to include private goods in the book eventually became a way to seduce Zhang Weimeng, and Zhang Xuezhou felt that things were uncertain.
In the video, Zhang Xuezhou held the hair in his hand, and the hair turned extremely flexibly in his hand, and finally penetrated the fabric of the pants with the hair.
His level is far from the level of Jinchang who can pierce cowhide casually, but it is enough for a show.
"When did you practice the Sunflower Manual?"
In just a few minutes, the new friend was authenticated, and Zhang Weimeng's familiar response appeared in the text.
"What Sunflower Book?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in surprise.
"This is the next book I'm preparing. It's called Swordsman. There's a character named Dongfang Bubai in it. She's very good at killing people with needle and thread," Zhang Weimeng replied.
"Is The Eight Parts of Demi-Gods coming to an end?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.
"It's not profitable, it's not going to be finished." Zhang Weimeng said: "A group of readers said that if I want to write about classical martial arts, I should write it well. Interspersing it with "Tong Lao Qiu Shui Wu Ya Zi" is simply anti-human. It doesn't look like sword martial arts at all. In my book There are all kinds of comments in it, so I can’t write anything anymore.”
"Don't mess up, it will ruin your character," Zhang Xuezhou advised.
"I have decided to create a new author account," Zhang Weimeng replied: "The trumpet account I used has become a black fan. Not only does he wantonly criticize my own books every day, but I also say that I can write this kind of rubbish more easily than I can. "Wen Chao Jin Yong" wrote well. He vowed to write a book in the comment section to slap "Wen Chao Jin Yong" in the face. Now it has been covered by 9999 stories. There should be a group of readers who join in the fun. past!"
"Has the world reached this level now?"
"You don't understand Dad's current readership market..."
Zhang Weimeng vomited bitterness for a while.
In the past, when there were few people, most of them were readers who loved martial arts. He received various praises in his books, and his readership was small but sophisticated.
But when he advertised at the Sudong City Awards Ceremony, some parents who didn't like martial arts followed suit, and some young readers also jumped in.
The most troublesome thing is that the young students did not discover Zhang Xuezhou's outstanding ability in the adult examination from his martial arts. Instead, they fell into extracurricular temptations, resulting in mediocre performance in the adult examination.
Zhang Weimeng collected subscription money from parents the year before, and began to suffer the backlash after the adult examination.
In the comment section of his book, in addition to discussing the plot, there are more people criticizing him.
It’s not that Zhang Weimeng doesn’t want to use the author account that he worked diligently to maintain in the past, but that his current author account has become stinky, and the benefits of opening new books are predictably poor.
"From now on, when you revise chapters on my behalf, you must not send them to the account of 'Jin Yong'. My new author's name is 'Dongfang Shuo'," Zhang Weimeng said.
"Dongfang Shuo? You just changed our name in Sudong City into a pen name. Will anyone find out?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.
"The name of my black fan leader is Dongfang Shuo. His prestige among the black fans is already very high, so he can't change his name anymore." Zhang Weimeng said: "And I don't change my name casually. This involves an important issue in my book. This pen name is the result of the combination of characters."
"Forget it, let's not discuss pen names. Just be careful and don't get beaten to death!"
Zhang Xuezhou replied casually. When he saw the word 'beat to death', he came back to what he wanted to do.
"Tell me about the design of the Sunflower Book of Martial Arts," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"The martial arts I designed is somewhat similar to the little magic trick you played. It is set in..."
Zhang Weimeng was talking eloquently, while Zhang Xuezhou was absent-mindedly watching Zhang Weimeng's long speech.
"You have to bring a needle to kill people. It's too bad, Jinchang... But Jinchang can't do it either. His kind of puppet silk is too expensive. Without it, it's useless. This needle and thread can be used to kill people locally, so it's not useless. usefulness!"
The top master set by Zhang Weimeng uses needle and thread to kill people manually, which is indeed an innovation in classical martial arts.
If you are used to seeing swords fighting each other, needlework will indeed bring a sense of novelty to people.
But for Zhang Xuezhou, who has experienced Jinchang's puppetry, this setting is not too novel.
Seeing Zhang Weimeng's triumphant inquiry, Zhang Xuezhou could only say a few words of praise.
"As a martial arts writer, you are incompetent. Can others believe this novel design?" Zhang Xuezhou finally asked.
"Isn't it just a setting?" Zhang Weimeng asked curiously: "It's normal to have your own setting!"
"Aren't you afraid of black fans complaining that your settings are not scientific and logical?" Zhang Xuezhou replied with a smile.
"Let me tell you, I am now the leader of a gangster gang. I have nearly ten thousand building construction boys under my sect, and they all agree with me!"
“Won’t the guy who built the building become a black fan?”
"Why are you talking? I haven't even published the book yet. What you said makes me very uneasy!"
Zhang Weimeng looked at the content of Zhang Xuezhou's reply, and his already uncertain heart became even more uncertain.
He lost a copy of Demi-Gods and Dragons due to black fans. If he loses another copy, he can only drink the northwest wind.
Thinking of his mother-in-law's huge hole in spending money without limits, Zhang Weimeng felt his liver hurt.
"Would you like to learn from me the Sunflower Book? Then you will be able to stand firm in front of anti-fans!"
When Zhang Weimeng was in a bad mood, he saw Zhang Xuezhou sending another message.
"I'm too clumsy to learn a little trick like yours," Zhang Weimeng refused.
"It's easy to learn. You can do it if you put some effort into it. After I learned the basics, I only learned this for three days. And our Canglan Academy doesn't just do magic tricks like this. We also spray water to treat diseases and change people's faces. Think about it. , you should think carefully about whether you want to master these martial arts skills. This may also boost your martial arts sales. This is a classical book I found in the Canglan Academy library. Not many people use it in practice. It is rare. …”
Zhang Xuezhou threw out bait layer by layer, which made Zhang Weimeng feel that it made sense.
"You're right. People who write martial arts can't perform martial arts with both hands. This is untenable. Even deception and small magic can make me perform two hands!"
Looking at the invitation sent by Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Weimeng felt that when the royalties were paid, he could go to Xijing City to collect the news.
"What, you transferred money to me, what do you mean?"
When Zhang Weimeng euphemistically expressed the time when he was going to Xijing City, he only heard a reminder from the communication that the electronic wallet had arrived.
He looked at the five thousand yuan transferred by Zhang Xuezhou, and for a moment he didn't understand why Zhang Xuezhou was so loose.
"Dad, hurry up and learn this little craft. You may be the best performer among authors. Maybe you can also create a sensation and earn more money from writing!"
Zhang Xuezhou's response made Zhang Weimeng silent for a few seconds.
He feels that he really has a 'good son' who is unambiguous in urging his parents to make money and strives to be as efficient as possible.
"I am now an advanced student at Canglan Academy. I can eat and drink for free every day, and I have a salary of three thousand yuan a month. Of course, if you come to the academy to write, I will go to the academy to apply, and maybe I can give you a free Food and drink quota!”
"Free food and drink?"
"You can choose meat and vegetables every day, you can eat as much fruit as you want, and you can live in a spacious house. I guarantee you will be satisfied!"
"real or fake?"
"If you don't believe it, come and take a look!"
In order to bring his father ashore for treatment of possible mental illness, Zhang Xuezhou also coaxed and lied.
He didn't believe it. His whole family was a master sequencer, and he and Zhang Manqian couldn't even bring their parents ashore.
