Balian really couldn't understand that someone who could write such a beautiful and refined story must be an elegant person.
How stimulated was he to draw something so shameless?
He looked at Fang Geyu with a strange look: "Why do you know so much about him?"
If you have not been exposed to this industry, a layman may not know the name of Mr. Xuan Shui.
Fang Geyu was startled, then understood the meaning of Bai Lian's question, and said angrily: "What are you thinking about? This group doesn't care about that kind of thing, it's business! It's business!"
It turns out that the forbidden map is in the world and difficult to circulate. The kingdoms are being swept away. Even though Lord Xuanshui has extraordinary talent, he can't do anything about it.
Really unwilling to give up, he begged Shifang City.
Who would dare to take on such a reputation?
But Fang Geyu has a cold-blooded temperament. As long as she can make money and what she sells is not harmful, she and Xuan Shuijun make a lot of money under her single-handed control.
As for the money-making treasure, she really had no desire to take a look at it.
The old woman who was washing the dishes overheard the conversation of several people, smiled and said: "If you want to read the follow-up of "Feng Ya Ji", you can go to the bookstore opposite, they sell it there. "
Yun Rong and Bai Lian's eyes lit up.
Fang Geyu shook his hand: "It won't work. The book of Xuanshui Jun's stories did not sell as well as the album. It was a big hit. The "Feng Ya Collection" was discontinued and continued, and there is no more."
Yun Rong deeply agreed: "After all, writing books is a starving job. In my Tianxi Sword Sect, there is a lively and lovely junior fellow from the inner sect. For some reason, he couldn't bear to give up his sword and learn to write like those literati. Picked up a storybook.
It is said that the story is half-human and half-demon, with no structure at all, and in the end it ends up with a family with nothing but money.
I think of Beijun, the swordsman of his generation. When he held the sword, he was a suave and relegated to immortality. Now he has given up the sword and started writing, and his grace is no longer. His head is bald, his hands are shaking, and he is weak and has tinnitus. His life is really miserable. "
Balian felt very sympathetic to this man.
The old woman washing the dishes chuckled and said: "Young lady, you don't know, but Mr. Xuan Shui is a real Xianling native. His words are indeed not sold outside, but it does not mean that he has stopped writing. There is a bookstore across the street. , every year, messengers from the inner city come to the shop to deliver books, saying that they are only for sale to those who are destined to see them, but they cannot be seen outside the fairy city."
So, Yun Rong took Bai Lian and ran to the small bookstore to buy books.
Yun Rong went to see the sword.
Balian went there to read the story.
Fang Geyu had a black line on his head and was speechless to follow.
She suddenly felt what was going on with the two living treasures she had with her.
The bookstore is very old, and the decoration of the store has seen some age.
It was already dark, and there were not many booksellers in the bookstore. There was only a gray-haired old man standing guard at the counter of the store. He was old, nodding and dozing off with his head propped up.
On the counter, there was a green parrot and several potted plants, which seemed to have been carefully raised by the old man.
In addition to the old man, there is also a young man in a blue shirt in the shop, sweeping away dust and organizing books.
When he saw guests coming, he seemed to be not very interested in welcoming them.
Because the books in this bookstore are only for rent, not for sale, and they can only be viewed in the store and are not allowed to be taken away privately.
The rent is already cheap, but in the border town of Xianling, every household lives a tight life, and who has nothing to do to stay here and read a book.
He knew that his husband was a kind-hearted person. There were many poor families on this long street who could not afford to buy books and study, so there were always schoolchildren and some poor scholars who came to rent books to read.
Because the rent here is really cheap.
Of course, he was not surprised. Because he worked here, he could read the books in the bookstore for free every day. Because the old man was his husband, he could take books home and read them that others could not take away.
Yun Rong walked into the bookstore first: "Is there any "Feng Ya Ji" for sale here?"
The boy in the cloth shirt was sweeping the dust off the bookshelf. He thought to himself that this boring lady who loves to read love stories actually braved the wind, snow and cold to buy books at night.
He replied without turning his head: "The books in our store are only for rent, not for sale, and they can only be viewed in the store. It is already dark today, and my husband and I are planning to close the door and go home for dinner. The girl might as well go early tomorrow." "
Although "Feng Ya Ji" did not sell well because there were more men than women in Xianling City, this did not prevent the ladies from the boudoir of the Xian family from loving this storybook.
Usually those who read in the evening have to stay up all night.
The academy exams are coming soon, and the young man doesn't want to waste time here. Although he can study in the bookstore, it's really too cold here.
Bai Lian saw the regret in Yun Rong's eyes and said, "Miss Yun Rong plans to stay in the city for as long as she has a place to stay."
Yun Rong hasn't had time to answer yet...
"Well... my benefactor?" As if he heard a familiar voice, the boy sweeping up the dust immediately put down the feather duster in his hand and looked at Balian with surprise and surprise.
This young man turned out to be the elder brother of the Ji family, Ji Ting.
Bai Lian smiled at him and said, "I can't be my benefactor, but it's just a matter of effort."
"No, no, no! How can it be so easy?"
The look of lethargy on Ji Ting's face suddenly swept away. Although he was very enthusiastic about Bai Lian, his eyes fell uncontrollably on the two women beside him, with stunning eyes.
The woman in black and red sword attire has a high-spirited appearance, graceful and noble appearance, and her solemn appearance cannot hide the pure and refined appearance in her bones.
The girl in white clothes and crane cloak is as beautiful as jade, with red lips, white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows. Although she is young, she is imbued with an inviolable nobility, and her style is unparalleled.
Both of them have good looks, beauties that have been rare to see for a hundred years, but now, overnight, they both appeared in this shabby little bookstore.
The young man who had never seen the world suddenly felt that his clothes, which had been washed clean by his sister, were so dirty and unsightly.
Even though it was washed very fresh and clean.
"Do you, my benefactor, and my two sisters want to read a book? Is this Feng Ya Ji by Lord Xuan Shui? I will bring it to you right now." The young man diligently fetched three volumes of books and presented them as if they were treasures.
Bai Lian and Yun Rong took it one after another, while Fang Geyu looked disgusted: "Only children like to see this kind of thing. I don't want it, just keep it away."
'Child' Yun Rong looked very interested in holding the sequel "Feng Ya Ji". He moved a small bench and curled up in the corner of the bookshelf to read it carefully.
She only had two wishes in her life.
See all the sword techniques in the world.
Know the famous swords in the world.
'Child' Balian asked in confusion: "Don't you want to go home for dinner?"
Ji Ting, a young scholar, scratched his head in embarrassment: "My benefactor likes to read, how dare I go home for dinner first?"
