The second floor was quiet, with her alone wandering through the book series, but the first floor was already exploding.
"The new edition of Aotou Tongshu has been released! If you want to buy it, hurry up!"
The master of the study directed the waiters to move the still-warm books onto the counter. The monks who had been squatting inside and outside the study for a long time immediately swarmed up and squeezed the master and the waiters out.
"Your Excellency, I got it first. Get out of here, you bastard!"
"It was obviously me who made the first move!"
"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, do you know who I am!"
"Silly, unless you are a disciple of the Emperor of the Holy Land, any person picked up here will be someone's successor."
It had only been a breath or two, but the bookshelf was as clean as if it had been washed.
The master of the restaurant counted the monks who had not received the Aotou Tongshu, and said with a smile, "Today's first batch of prices, two hundred high-grade spiritual stones per book."
After such a long time, everyone has long been accustomed to the behavior of various bookstalls and study halls raising prices. Even if they wait a few days to buy pirated copies, they still have to pay seventy or eighty spiritual stones. The only problem is that the pirated copies are not exquisite enough and have no collection value.
Most of the monks paid the spirit stones obediently, but only a few complained unwillingly that it was too expensive.
There is nothing you can do about it, the monks nearby who have not grabbed the book are waiting like wolves and tigers!
"Boss, when will the second batch be released!"
"That's right, hurry up. If you don't publish it, we won't let others read it."
"Don't worry, don't worry, we also snatched them from Yilan Tower. They haven't produced the next batch of booklets yet, so there's nothing we can do."
"Can you please urge me? I'm too lazy. Each volume has a circulation of 100,000 copies. Who can grab it? Boss, you are so unlucky this time. You only shipped 100 copies."
"That's right, and it's so late. As in the past, the application was sent out at the same time, but today we were made to wait until dark."
"The release was late. Is it because of the battle outside the city in the morning?"
"It's also possible."
"Look how fast those who took the brochures ran away, borrow them and see what's going on!"
The master of the study listened to their complaints with a smile, and occasionally responded with a word or two. When he received a message, he said to the monks who were still in the study, "The second batch will come out of Yilan Tower soon. Please wait outside the store first!"
The bookmaking department of Yilanlou was very busy and finally put the last volume into the frame. In the next breath, it was picked up by a man in blue shirt.
"Mr. Lan, what's the problem?"
"Nothing." The man in green shirt turned the book to the last chapter, took out the white jade pen that was used as a hairpin and inserted it into his bun, with a tangled look on his face.
The steward next to me was even more confused, "The booklet has been issued, but it cannot be changed anymore, Mr. Lan, and this manuscript was not written by you."
Originally they wanted to use the manuscript he compiled, but he suddenly tore it up and then hurriedly selected one from the submissions.
"Oh my God, I knew it, I knew it!" The man in green shirt didn't listen to him at all, and changed his expression as he thought about it. He put the white jade pen on his head angrily and walked away in a daze.
"Hey, this" the steward pushed the book frame out wordlessly, "the second batch has been released!"
Yilanlou usually keeps 50,000 copies for sale, and distributes the other 50,000 copies to various study stalls. After all, they often rely on those in the book circle to collect materials to expand their influence, and only by sharing profits appropriately can they maintain long-term cooperation.
The book-selling scene at Yilan Tower was even more spectacular. More than 100,000 monks crowded the rooftops of nearby streets, staring eagerly at the door of Yilan Tower, waiting for it to open.
When the steward shouted, they all rushed into the store. After getting the book, they ran away with their hands in their hands. Zhenzhen was a fighter when he entered and a deserter when he came out.
Among them was a nine-foot-tall man who stretched out his long arms and pushed everyone aside like a chicken. He took out a book and came out. Many monks were envious and jealous, but they didn't dare to do anything. He was the best. people.
"Look at those battles again." A man hung up the golden bow in his hand, took the Aotou Tongshu and opened it, "I heard that many masters have come recently, but it's a pity that we just stay in the corner. ”
"Haha, do you dare to say that in front of the great divination master?" This nine-foot-tall man was Shuo Jing. He squeezed Zuo Zhuzhi and looked at the title page closely, "Strange, why is the leader of the seven days vacant?"
"Look at the footnote below. Jiang Chimu in the Shensha Realm and Chiyuan in the Yunze Realm are the leaders. It's a pity that the winner cannot be determined in a draw."
"Let's take a look at the competition between these two people first."
Zuo Zhuzhi compared the table of contents and turned to the last chapter.
The content of Aotou Tongshu is full of pictures, text and sound. The pictures are not ordinary pictures, but moving pictures.
When I turned to the last chapter, a bare land appeared on the paper, and two little figures resembling Jiang Chimu and Chi Yuan jumped out of the paper and stood facing each other.
The voice sounded, "But it was said that Pei Ran won the top spot in the last year. Many masters wanted to compete with him. Shen Shajiang Chimu and Yunze Chiyuan invited him to fight at the same time. He said lightly, you two fight, who will win? If you compare yourself with me again, these words started a battle between the two."
Both Shuo Yu and Zuo Zhuzhi couldn't stand the slow explanation. They glanced at the text on the paper and turned page after page. They came to the end within a few breaths.
"At the critical moment, one water and one fire seemed to be held in place by the hand of God. After a closer look, it turned out that it was the Taotaihui Zhenjun who took action."
"Look, this little man looks like our clan leader."
"It looks a bit like him from a distance, but up close, hey, he's much uglier than the clan leader." Shuo Yu shook his head, "Let's go back to the Daotai Pavilion. We haven't been back for months."
"Isn't that right? I followed fellow Hua Taoist to many realms. But strangely speaking, it is normal for the small realms to be closed. Why, most of the middle realms in Laohuang are also closed. There are a large number of soldiers guarding the realm gates, and they don't even take a look. let."
"There are occasionally a few open middle realms. Once you enter, you will be in the tribal era. Everyone is busy practicing survival and fighting against ferocious beasts, and their beliefs are still so crazy."
Zuo Zhuzhi didn't know how to express what he meant, so he sighed, "Every walk of life is different."
Shuo Yu touched his nose. The world he was born in was also a state of high martial arts and low civilization. He thought that he had always longed for the life of his childhood and youth, and had always wanted to return to tribal life, but when he came to those places that were almost the same as his hometown In the world, I only felt uncomfortable, and even looked down upon their barbarism and backwardness. well.
The two returned to the Daotai Pavilion and entered the golden jade archway. The red dragon lowered its beard and said, "Someone left a message. Linyao has arrived in Laohuang."
Shuo Yu and Zuo Zhuzhi looked at each other, filled with surprise, and quickly walked into the Tao Tai Pavilion.
Hua Jianci didn't wander around, so he came back before them.
The two came to her residence and asked, "The patriarch has come to Laohuang. Have you seen him?"
"I have only been back for a while. Besides, she only left a message, not an address. Who knows where she has gone now." Hua Jianci said slowly.
"Maybe it's in the museum, I'll go ask." Zuo Zhuzhi strode away.
Just as Shuo Yu was about to follow, Hua Jianci stopped him.
"What are your plans, fellow Taoist?"
