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What's more troublesome than a disobedient child?
He is a disobedient old child.
What's more troublesome than a disobedient old child?
This old kid is an innate warrior...you can't beat him.
The people in the village were originally watching the fun.
But seeing that Mr. Zhong was really going to lie down in the coffin, he immediately came over to persuade him.
Play for fun, make trouble for trouble, don't lie down, it's unlucky.
However...can't beat it.
Everyone watched as the guard hired by the Zhong family with a high salary was blown away by the old man's push.
So those who wanted to take action chose to use their mouths.
"Let the children persuade you at this time. Where is Xiaobao? Let him stop Grandpa."
"Do you believe that Xiaobao and Mr. Zhong can climb in and play together?"
"If you can't do it, dismantle the coffin?"
"How can that be done? Isn't this even more unlucky!"
"Hey, hey, that young master, you don't want..."
Everyone watched as a young man with a moonlike temperament walked in with a smile.
He easily suppressed the person with one hand.
"Aquan, why bother."
Golden elixir master VS innate warrior, a complete victory.
Zhong Quan looked at the visitor and sneered, then lay on the ground and started howling.
"Ah, come on, someone is bullying the old and the weak."
Everyone at the scene couldn't help but go to the two-meter-tall guard who was still rubbing his shoulders.
"I taught you this trick. Don't be embarrassed. There are children here today."
Zhong Quan glanced at several young people behind Duan Yijun.
"Your apprentice?"
"These two are, and that one is my nephew. He was just admitted this year."
Zhong Quan hesitated for a few seconds and then looked at the smiling person.
He sighed heavily and stood up resignedly.
He put on a generous and kind smile towards the juniors.
He took out a few gold beads from his sleeve and gave one to each of the children.
"Take it, take it. We don't have anything you like here. Take these and go to the city to drink wine later."
"..." Hey.
"Drink...the wine made from flowers."
Nanmenyue and the other three took the gold beads respectfully, without any weirdness or disrespect in their eyes.
If anyone in the world of cultivation were to see the scene, their eyes would be in shock.
An ordinary mortal, towards those who have entered the Taoist cultivator, really behaves like a nephew or a descendant.
Those cultivators, however, were not at all condescending to an ordinary person, but respectfully accepted the mortal possessions that were not worth mentioning to them.
At least the "San'er" who had guessed who these young people were was already trembling a little.
Zhong Quan glanced at his useless grandson.
He looked at his bad friend again, sighed and crossed his arms.
"Come on, come on. If you have anything to say, come inside."
"Look what you said, can't I come see you if nothing happens?"
The group of people followed Zhong Quan into the house, and Duan Yijun did not forget to argue with him along the way.
"Ah."
When Zhong Quan said "ha", his aura actually increased.
The opposite is Duan Yijun's guilty conscience.
"When I was eighty years old, you said that you were going to seclusion to attack the golden elixir, and maybe you would never see me again in this life. So you came to see me with fine wine and food, and we talked all night on this rooftop."
Zhong Quan pointed to the roof and whispered about the past years.
"I was young and ignorant at that time. I was really moved by you. I thought that if I went to see the King of Hell the next day, having a friend like you would make my life worthwhile."
"Then what……"
After understanding the relationship between the old man and his uncle, Nanmenyue also relaxed a little.
He picked it up smartly and didn't drop the words on the floor.
"Then I met him three months later. He said: "Don't be anxious in retreat. I have an idea here. Please help me write it down quickly. If I don't see the book completed in this life, I'm afraid I won't be able to break through the golden elixir. .】"
Third Primary School: Write a book?
"When my book was finished, we said goodbye again. I still remember what you said back then... As long as you are still alive, you will remember me in your heart, and I will not be dead..."
The old man said that he was moved again.
Immediately afterwards, the promised farewell turned out to be nonsense again, and the turtle grandson came to see him again.
"It's just three things..."
"Bah, in my whole life, what you asked me to write... I still have three?? Thirty!"
"There aren't that many." He felt guilty.
"There are them in the coffin at the door. You can count them yourself!"
"There is, there is, there is thirty, there is thirty."
"Handwritten, all handwritten! You promised to give me a machine. Then, as long as you move your fingers, you can come out with a magic weapon of words! You promised me that as long as you say it with your mouth, you can turn it into a fairy of words. Where’s the utensil?”
"It's not my fault. Sansheng Peak doesn't accept orders. I even placed an order at Wanbao Tower. No one has accepted it for fifty years. The reward has been increased to 10 medium-grade spiritual stones."
"One more time, one more time..." Zhong Quan said the excitement, and directly took Nan Menyue's hand and complained.
"Once I had a relapse of an old disease, and when I saw that I was finally getting rid of this thing, he used something to resuscitate my life... He said... The underworld reminder service has not yet been opened, so he asked me to finish writing this book. Die again.”
Nanmen Yue's heart moved slightly.
Most of the good things in the world of cultivation cannot be used by mortals.
Being able to appear at such an opportune time, he also has a good medicine to extend his life...
Nanmenyue looked at the smile on his uncle's face.
Cooperate without saying a word.
"Yes, yes, my uncle has handled this matter. Thank you for your hard work. I will tell the sect leader later and ask the sect leader to punish... my uncle for copying the book? How about that?"
Zhong Quan looked at this exceptionally handsome "nephew" and patted him heavily on the shoulder.
Well, young man, you have a brighter future.
"That's it! We must file a complaint."
After finishing the accusation, Zhong Quan smiled and enjoyed the tea the only girl made for him.
I sighed that girls are still attentive.
He also praised Duan Yijun for his good eyesight, saying that these children are all good.
"The children are all good, but what about you? Do you look like a master? Hui Hui said that he was going to retreat to break through the golden elixir, but why did Hui Hui come back again? You must practice attentively!"
Wen Yu and Han Li stopped talking but were stopped by Nanmenyue's eyes.
"Isn't this an urgent task for the sect? It's very important. My deadline is very early. In short, my golden elixir is stable in this life, so I don't have to worry about this moment. My master said that the golden elixir is stable. My master is a master in the tribulation stage, one step away from becoming a real god. You have to believe what he says."
"Just don't delay...wait, I remember that your sect is only allowed to accept disciples if they are not Jindan?"
"Are you confused? Who is waiting for the golden elixir these days? Registered disciples should put it away first. Otherwise, what will happen if the good seedlings fall into the hands of others?"
"Okay, okay, you have good taste, unlike those incompetent ones in my family."
Zhong Quan spoke modestly, his eyebrows and eyes full of pride.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I don't know who is involved in private affairs in the novel. Whenever you mention chivalrous and unparalleled, you have to add the word "Jing", for fear that others will not remember you as the apprentice of a great hero of that generation."
The two of them just looked at each other and said something to each other, and they chatted for a long time without realizing it.
The third child was confused and couldn't help but make guesses.
Then Mr. Zhong remembered and asked if the children didn't know their identities.
Duan Yijun finally remembered to explain.
"Ghostwriting?"
"I came up with ideas, and he helped me write down the stories I wanted to write. Of course, there were also his own original stories."
Storybook? ?
Wen Yu and Han Li were a little confused.
Their master was friendly with a mortal, and they had no objection at all.
Master's closest friends are half their elders to them.
This attitude and character are enough to make Duan Yijun proud of his discernment in selecting disciples.
But the script... This is not quite right with the style of painting in the world of cultivation.
Nanmenyue, who had experienced the impact of the "Returning Guest" news, was prepared for the level of his uncle's industry.
After searching for news related to the world of cultivation.
He looked at Mr. Zhong with a slight tremor and asked softly.
"The quan in your old name is... the spring of spring water?"
"Hahahaha, yes~"
"The spring water flows eastward...Mr. Dongliu!! "The Ascension of Aotian"!!"
Han Li was the first to shout.
The way the three of them looked at Zhong Quan changed from "my parents and elders" to "my elders are actually the bosses."
"You don't understand, the days when the world of cultivation didn't even have a script, it was so sad and lifeless."
Duan Yijun was the first to complain.
It’s not that the world of cultivation has no script.
But there are very few, extremely few, and the occasional story books that do exist are boring to the point of boring, and they are all short stories.
What do you mostly write about?
Poems, travel notes, insights into martial arts, or records of observing a certain battle.
Occasionally, I felt a little jealous inside.
Either the narrative rhythm is confusing, or the writing style is usually not very good because of limited vision and imagination.
What is written is like seeing a person using a hammer in one direction and a hammer in the other, nonsensically describing a commoner boy who suddenly became the emperor because he gave a wowotou to the second uncle next door.
Then you can live a good life where you can eat sesame seed cakes and plow the fields with a golden hoe every meal.
Are there no good story books in the world of cultivation?
That's not the case.
After such a long period of accumulation, there will always be something that stands out.
However, the main mission is to seek immortality, and no one really pays attention to this small sub-plot.
The books I have accumulated to read are only a few, and if I read them without eating, drinking or sleeping (I can really do it now), they will be exhausted in a few months.
Among these that can be viewed, even fewer can be considered classics.
Duan Yijun is not a book addict, he himself is also busy cultivating immortality.
Even though he is very busy, the existing inventory cannot support him.
There is an extreme lack of spiritual food! ! !
So Duan Yijun began to find someone to write for him.
It was estimated that no one in the world of cultivation would pay attention to him, so he went to the mortal world to look for him.
I thought it would be enough to find a depressed scholar, but if I just gave him money, Duan Yijun could make him the richest man.
However... no.
When mortals saw themselves, they immediately began to kowtow.
Then... I didn't dare to write about immortal things rashly.
What male protagonist had his engagement broken off? How could this be! The male protagonist is a god.
What hero kills the villain? How could this be! The villain is a god.
Your story...doesn't it reflect some immortal master? Forgive us, we are just ordinary mortals. When the gods are angry, all living things here will be exhausted.
After kowtowing like this, Duan Yijun was no longer interested in continuing. Even though he still has many non-cultivation ideas in his hands.
He doesn't want a writer who is limited by a framework.
After hitting the wall several times, Duan Yijun completely lost his patience.
Originally, when I came to the mortal world, I didn't have much time to move around freely, so I didn't have the time to find a needle in a haystack.
then……
"I started raising them from babies."
Of course this was the initial plan.
Now the two have known each other for hundreds of years and have become the friends they are today, transcending age and status.
Then God is really blessing me.
It is Duan Yijun's blessing that Zhong Quan has such opportunities and talents.
It is Zhong Quan's blessing to have golden thighs like Duan Yijun.
However, regardless of each other's identities and talents, just having the same temperament is enough to sigh that God has shown mercy.
"Zhong, Mr. Zhong..."
Han Li stammered and took out a copy of "The Ascension of Proud Sky" from his space bag and asked for the author's signature.
Wen Yu shyly took out a copy of "Menghua Shangxue" from her space bag and asked for the author's signature.
Everyone knows that Mr. Dongliu is a unique genius who can write about the killings of men and the delicate tenderness of women.
Zhong Quan was in a good mood and satisfied the little fan's request.
Duan Yijun also brought a photo stone to "take photos" for several people.
"I told you that you are very popular in our place, but you still don't believe it."
"When did I stop believing?" This is called humility, and he has a beautiful heart. "Is this your favorite? Do you have other books with you? Do you want me to sign them?"
The young couple paused for a moment and immediately looked at their master sadly.
Zhong Quan understood instantly, burst into laughter, and almost lost his temper.
"I've written so much for you over the years, and you just released two?"
"You don't understand. People in the world of cultivation have lived for a long time. They won't cherish it if they publish it too quickly. It's already very fast to publish a book after several decades. This appetite... I have to keep it in check. I don't have ten years. One chapter, one volume per hundred years, is already very polite.”
The apprentices' sad eyes continued to shine.
However, their master did not see it.
After reminiscing about old times, Duan Yijun, who had been digressing for a long time, finally started talking about this important mission.
But as soon as he started speaking, he was met with confused faces.
Zhong Quan expressed his doubts on behalf of the spokesperson: "It's normal for you to urge me to write any storybook on a whim, but how can I, a mortal, help with your sect's mission?"
The only intersection between Zhong Quan and Xuan Yuanzong was Duan Yijun.
If I had to count, my grandfather who worked hard in the outside world would also count.
But no matter what, how can I help with the mission of the world of cultivation?
cheer?
Or is one of your sect going to write an autobiographical novel?
"Hear me out."
After Duan Yijun explained the mission again.
Zhong Quan couldn't understand it even more.
"What do you want me to find someone to say to that Buddhist disciple? I guess someone will intervene as soon as I open my mouth. It's hard to talk in circles... My grandfather once entered the Xuanyuan Sect to practice. This is very good. Everyone in the village knows it. The Qing and Song dynasties are not only adjacent to each other, but they have also been married to each other for hundreds of years. It is estimated that the person from Kasyapa Temple will find out after sending someone to investigate."
"Definitely, Buddha will not be able to learn any news about the world of cultivation before he is ten years old. Even if this is the territory of Xuanyuan Sect, now that Buddha is three years old, Kasyapa Temple must have cleaned up the surrounding area."
After all, all the major sects these days have a bit of a... attitude of not fighting over steamed buns but competing for reputations to compete for people.
The special rise of Kasyapa Temple is indeed very touching.
"So?" How should he help.
"Of course I still entrust you to fan the flames of public opinion."
"But does the focus of public opinion have to be Kashyapa Temple?"
If you don’t target Kasyapa Temple, who should you target?
It’s not necessarily true that we work hard to the end, the cheaper one is the Shinto Sect.
"Xiaoyue, what is the relationship between the Buddhist sect in the mortal world and the Buddhist cultivating in our place?"
"It doesn't matter." Nanmenyue replied subconsciously, and later added a sentence after remembering a certain legend. "In terms of origin, it probably has something to do with it."
"But in the eyes of mortals, as long as they chant Amitabha in their mouths, they are indistinguishable from each other."
