"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
In the ancestral home of the Fang family, Fang Huaji's voice of surprise almost subconsciously turned to Chun Lei.
"Okay! Great!" Fang Huaji held the manuscript of the first chapter of "The Legend of White Snake" and walked around the clan hall excitedly.
"This Bai Ze has indeed lived up to our high expectations!" Fang Huaji waved the manuscript in his hand, "A long story! This is a long story!"
"Leaving aside martial arts, why is Chen Luo's literary reputation so prosperous?"
"Is he good at poetry? Or is he good at writing short stories?"
"neither!"
"It was he who wrote the magnificent novel!"
"The Tao Te Ching of Taoism only has more than 5,000 words; the Four Books and Five Classics of Confucianism only have 170,000 words in total, but any of Chen Luo's long works has 500,000 to 600,000 words, or even 100,000 words Million words!"
"Although I say it's righteous, most of the people in this world are stupid men and women. How can they understand those truths!"
"They like to listen to long articles that are full of ups and downs every day, every month!"
Fang Huaji's face flushed with excitement. He sat down, looked at all the Fang family scholars in the audience, and said with a smile: "At first, I still had some reservations about Bai Ze!"
"I originally thought that when his Chinese short stories reached a certain length, I would publish them in a collection!"
"Unexpectedly, Bai Ze actually wrote a long novel, and it was also a story about a snake demon in response to the Lin'an West Lake Incident!"
"Those people who say that only Wuhou can write a million novels can stop talking!"
"Let me go now. Even my guest from the Fang family, Bai Ze, the demon clan, can write long books!"
"I would like to see how Chen Luo responds!"
At this time, a great scholar frowned slightly and said, "Master, is it too early to say something now?"
"What if Empress Bai Ze is exhausted and can't continue writing? It doesn't matter if he is embarrassed, but our Fang family will be ridiculed along with him!"
Before Fang Huaji could speak, another scholar from the Fang family said, "Uncle Thirteen, Chen Luo published a new article a few days ago."
"It's a short story style similar to Liaozhai, but the story is more bizarre and involves the underworld."
"It's called "Lu Juan"!"
"It is said that those who read this article, the men will become smarter and the women will become more beautiful!"
"Only my Fang family can't feel it!"
"Right now, the Confucian and Taoist sects are arguing over whether the 'Lu Pian' in the story belongs to Confucianism or Taoism!"
"Chen Luozhi's literary reputation is at its peak again!"
"I think that the head of the family made a very wise decision. Regardless of whether Bai Ze can write "The Legend of White Snake" into a full-length novel, at this time, we must not let that kid Chen Luo take the lead!"
As soon as these words came out, almost half of the great scholars in the room nodded slightly.
Now the Fang family is almost obsessed with Chen Luo, that is, they cannot see Chen Luo achieving any success.
Moreover, they are not without the ability to fight back!
They have Baize!
As the first force to form an alliance with Bai Ze and introduce Bai Ze's writings to Daxuan, the more successful Bai Ze is in Fangcun Mountain, the more successful the Fang family will be!
After all, there are Bole and then there are thousand-mile horses. There are always thousand-mile horses, but there are not always Bole!
His Fang family is Bai Mo’s Bole!
"Ahem, cough, cough..." A fat scholar sitting in the front suddenly coughed twice and said to Fang Huaji, "Master, by chance, I have something to inform you of."
Fang Huaji glanced at the other party and his face became serious. This great scholar's name was Fang Zhilin. He was a generation older than himself. He was a figure who came out of the secret realm of the Fang family. Under normal circumstances, he would only sit quietly during family meetings and would not speak.
"Uncle Fifteen, please speak." Fang Huaji said respectfully.
Fang Zhilin nodded and said, "My Fang family's spy in the Monster Clan sent back information that the Toad Palace in the Southern Wilderness has appeared!"
"Toad Palace has appeared!" As soon as these words came out, the entire clan meeting hall suddenly became commotion.
Fang Huaji was also stunned for a moment, and then his tongue exploded with spring thunder and he said: "Quiet!"
The great scholars calmed down and looked at Fang Zhilin again. Fang Zhilin continued: "Whenever the Toad Palace appears, the Southern Wilderness will inevitably usher in a bloodline tide!"
"It still needs to be observed what kind of scale the bloodline tide will be this time! But the Tiger Clan Empress is about to become an ancestor, so this bloodline tide is likely to be directed at her. If this is true, it will be an ancestral demon level that is rare even in hundreds of years. The bloodline tide, then our Fang family cannot miss it!"
"In the previous dynasty, Han Changli took advantage of the tide of Nanhuang's bloodline to become a saint. He took away Nanhuang's luck and embarked on the path of becoming a saint by carrying the Tao through literature."
"Our Fang family also has some top scholars. If we can take this opportunity to be canonized, our Fang family's confidence will be even stronger!"
"But the most important thing..." Fang Zhilin changed the subject, "Even if our Fang family doesn't get the chance, we can't let Zhulin get it!"
"The great disciple of Zhulin, Lang Feixian, was in the Seeking Realm in his early years. Although he was injured in Mantian and was knocked back from the realm, there is no guarantee that he has recovered now. If he takes this opportunity to become a saint..."
As soon as these words came out, all the great scholars of the Fang family shuddered.
The blood-slaying great scholar Lang Feixian is a ferocious god who can kill enemies across levels. If he is canonized, wouldn’t he be the second Bamboo Saint?
The key is that this guy is not afraid of death!
The more you fight to the death, the happier you are!
If he were allowed to seize the fate of the demon clan and become a saint, he might become a semi-saint for the first time, and his combat power would be no less than that of the Bamboo Saint!
One Bamboo Sage can beat three, what about another one?
All the great scholars of the Fang family had a cold war.
Can't think about it! OK!
"It's not that easy to seize the luck of the tide..." A great scholar said calmly, "Let's not talk about the demon clan. Even for our human race, there are definitely not a few aristocratic families who have received the news, and there are many suitable peak scholars. few……"
"Only when you are prepared can you avoid danger!" Fang Zhilin's eyes flashed with a hint of evil, "Baize came into being. The white ink of Fangcun Mountain disturbed the original destiny of the Southern Wilderness with its strange words, just like a catfish entering the river, this is me An opportunity for the Fang family to fish in troubled waters!"
"In my opinion, this white ink is the best entry point for this bloodline tide, which can be regarded as an unexpected surprise!"
"I agree with the opinion of the head of the family. This morning, I went to publicize "The Legend of White Snake". If he, Bai Mo, can write this article, our Fang family will guarantee that he will be famous in the human race for eternity! If he cannot write it, then our Fang family will also be dragged down by his Bai Mo. He Bai Mo can’t help but appreciate it!”
"In addition, I also proposed to use the incident of "The Legend of White Snake" to apply to the imperial court for Bai Mo to be knighted!"
"It's best to be a marquis!"
Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then fell into deep thought.
Fang Huaji thought for a while and said: "It is not uncommon for the imperial court to grant marquisships to the demon tribe. It is not difficult. It's just Uncle Fifteen. What kind of marquis do we want?"
Fang Huaji's question is very simple, whether he wants a virtual title or a real title!
A false title, this is easy to handle. Bai Mo's article is already remarkable, and he advocates the unity of the two races. If the Fang family writes a letter asking for the title, the court will still give him face.
But if it is sealed, it will be a bit difficult.
Real seal...where? Will the residents of the fiefdom be willing? Besides, if you sealed an inland city to Bai Mo, would Bai Mo be happy?
Fang Zhilin smiled faintly: "Of course it is a real seal. Does the virtual title have any appeal to Bai Mo today? How can we show the sincerity of our Fang family!"
"Lin'an City in "The Legend of White Snake" is the border of Daxuan, so naturally it cannot be entrusted to others. But what if we seek to become the Lord of the West Lake?"
"Since he used the 'West Lake' as the scene in the article, he must have loved the West Lake, which is exactly what he likes."
Fang Huaji thought for a while: "A lake is indeed suitable. The land of the demon clan, the human race's West Lake, and his white ink sitting on the two lakes are also a good story. However, this lake has always been prosperous in poetry, and it is a place of literary fortune. I’m afraid Wenchang Pavilion won’t agree!”
"Then switch with him!" Fang Zhilin said, "I have already thought about it. Previously, Wenchang Pavilion planned to incorporate Dongcang Opera into the official academic system. Wasn't it blocked by us?"
"This matter can't be stopped for long, only three to five years at most."
"Then just be a favor to Yan Baichuan and let him paddle out of the West Lake!"
When all the great scholars heard this, they couldn't help but nodded.
Although it is a bit uncomfortable to popularize opera, it only gave up an interception that was destined to be unsuccessful without paying any actual price.
What's more, even if Bai Mo accepted the canonization, would he really leave Southern Wilderness and come to the human race?
Who else can we turn to besides entrusting the Fang family to manage this West Lake?
That's the West Lake, the West Lake where "the lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red."
In the end, it didn’t fall into the hands of his Fang family!
An old house where a treasure!
This time, the Fang family wants to make a profit!
"Come here, immediately copy the "Legend of the White Snake" and keep writing. I want this article to be spread throughout Daxuan tomorrow!" Fang Huaji immediately ordered!
That night, a handful of big families in the human race were mobilized, and the lights in the entire square city stayed on.
Pieces of "Fangbai United Newspaper" exuding the fragrance of ink flowed out from the Fang family and were sent to all parts of Daxuan!
For the sake of Bai Mo's literary name, the Fang family did their best!
…
The sky is still bright.
"The little newsboy selling newspapers, carrying a big schoolbag, gets up early in the morning to sell newspapers, walking all over the streets and alleys..." A clear child's voice sounded on the streets of Zhongjing.
"Hey...this is the Fang family's newsboy team coming out." One of the diners said with a smile.
This newsboy song was written by the Fang family and imitated Chen Luo's newspaper song, and it sounds childlike and innocent. In fact, no matter how Chen Luo and the Fang family fight, it is always a good thing that these children have an extra family subsidy. The scholars were also very friendly to these newsboys.
"Little guy, come here..." Xu Laoqi put down the mistake in his hand, took out some broken silver, handed it to the other party, and said with a smile, "Is Mr. Bai of the Demon Clan publishing a new article?"
"Yes!" The little newspaper boy replied according to what the teacher taught him, "Mr. Bai wrote an article "The Legend of White Snake", which is about the snake demon!"
After thinking for a while, the little newsboy added: "It's so exciting!"
"Pfft..." All the diners spit out the tea in their mouths for a moment.
Xu Laoqi wanted to tease the little newsboy, so he asked: "What kind of stimulation are you using?"
The little newsboy rolled his eyes at the other party, and even spoke his hometown dialect: "I don't know what to say? I can't even recognize all the words..."
Suddenly there was a burst of laughter in the teahouse. Xu Laoqi even took out some scraps of silver and threw it at the little newspaper boy, saying: "Study hard, the newspaper seller can't read all the characters, I'm afraid he's just a melon kid!"
The little newsboy took the money, placed a newspaper on the tea seat, bowed to Xu Laoqi to express his gratitude, then ran a few steps, then turned back and shouted: "I am not Gua Wa Zi!"
"If I tell you the content, you won't buy it..."
"Hahahaha..." There was another burst of laughter in the restaurant.
After Xu Laoqi finished laughing, he rolled up the newspaper and stuffed it into his arms. The diner next to him asked curiously: "Yinluo, don't you read this newspaper?"
"Watch it or not!" Xu Laoqi waved his hand, "Didn't you hear that little clever guy say it's exciting?"
"The first time you read this kind of article, it's best to go to the Xingxian Tea House and listen to the teacher say it to make it interesting. After you finish listening, go back and read it slowly..."
"What my brother said is absolutely true!" Another diner who was leading the table added, "The fairies in Mr. Bai's works can only taste good if they are told by Mr. Shu. If you read it yourself, you will never think well enough. ah……"
"I have always been a fox demon before, but this time it is a snake demon. That must be very exciting..."
"I don't know what kind of life Mr. Bai is living in Southern Wasteland?"
As soon as the words fell, the tea shop suddenly burst into laughter for the third time, but everyone knew the charm of this laughter!
…
The largest morning teahouse in Zhongjing is now bustling with people.
The content of today’s storytelling is written in a prominent position.
"The Great Sage: The story that the human scholar and I have to tell!"
. "Fate: The little snake I saved turned out to be a beautiful girl!"
"Profoundly touching: a love that spans thousands of years!"
"One article shocks the Southern Wilderness, and two chapters break people's hearts!"
""The Legend of White Snake" will show you the charm of the snake demon!"
The provocative and exciting slogans made the people waiting outside the teahouse curious, and they were just waiting for the moment the teahouse opened!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mr. Bai is fighting with Wuhou from afar!"
"Isn't that right? "Lu Pan" has only been out for a long time. Mr. Bai has already started writing "The Legend of White Snake", but to be honest, I was really frightened by "Lu Pan". I don't know who wrote "The Legend of White Snake" What is it?"
"It goes without saying that Mr. Bai's style has always been charming and bold, with boundless spring scenery and full of Southern Wilderness style..."
"The fox demon has been written very well, but I don't know what the snake demon will be like! I'm really... looking forward to it!"
"Although as a human race, I stand for Wuhou; but Mr. Bai's article is indeed good, and it provides a lot of detailed research for our study of the demon race!"
"Exactly! Moreover, judging from the style of the article, Mr. Bai is also a pro-family member. It's just a pity that he chose to cooperate with the Fang family!"
"Don't talk nonsense! Isn't the Fang family a human race? Let me tell you, the Fang family vigorously promoted Mr. Bai's article. This time they did the right thing!"
"You two, don't argue anymore. It's not our turn to judge these matters. However, Mr. Bai is better than Wu Hou in at least one thing, and that is that he doesn't stop writing!"
"Yes, yes, we must learn from Mr. Bai about the shame of literati. We should end it cleanly and don't leave a trail that makes people unable to understand their thoughts."
At this moment, the door of the Xingzao Teahouse opened with a bang, and the two waiters walked out of the teahouse. With one hand behind their ears and with enough energy, they shouted loudly: "Wake up...morning..."
At the same time, the guests who had been waiting outside filed into the morning teahouse.
…
"Bai Suzhen at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain has cultivated her body in the cave for thousands of years..."
In Zheliu Academy, Kong Tianfang read the newspaper in his hand, beat time and sang softly.
Tian Haiyi, who was standing aside, frowned: "Headmaster, why are you still singing?"
"Hey, this Bai Mo is a bit interesting. You see...he marked all the singing scores on the article." With that, Kong Tianfang handed the newspaper to Tian Haiyi. Tian Haiyi took a look and said in surprise: "It's really clever! "
"More than that..." Kong Tianfang pinched his beard, "This article is different from his previous articles."
"The demon race is in decline, but the human race is booming. But a demon pays attention to the concept of 'repaying kindness with kindness'. This imagination is simply unconstrained and unique!"
"It seems to be the story of a married couple and a seductive wife, but this article is clearly intended to write about the couple's life after marriage, instead of the previous articles that usually ended hastily after they got married!"
"You and I both understand that it is easy to write about meeting and falling in love, but it is difficult to say that we know each other and stay together..."
"The demon who falls into the mortal world is also the mortal world."
"Chen Luo really met his opponent this time!"
Tian Haiyi frowned subconsciously and just looked down. At the end, Tian Haiyi slammed the table: "Asshole!"
Kong Tianfang was shocked and asked quickly: "What's wrong? I haven't looked back yet to see if there are any remarks against my human race!"
"Read it for yourself!" Tian Haiyi handed the newspaper to Kong Tianfang. Kong Tianfang immediately glanced at the ten lines and fell to the end. His eyebrows suddenly stood up and he became angry!
"Not a son of man!"
"I thought Bai Mo was Chen Luo's enemy, but I didn't expect that he turned out to be the same person!"
"Shame on the literati!"
…
On the other side, wake up to the morning tea house.
Everyone looked at the delicate woman standing next to the storyteller with doubts on their faces.
It looks good, but why are you standing on the stage?
After taking the photo carefully, everyone understood the role of the woman.
It was actually sung live!
This damn sense of ritual!
This is a new life!
"The beautiful scenery of the West Lake, it's March; the spring rain is like wine and willows are like smoke."
"We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, but if we are not destined to meet each other, it is difficult to hold hands. After ten years of cultivation, we can cross the same boat, and a hundred years of cultivation, we can sleep together..."
As the classic singing melody sounded, everyone in the audience closed their eyes, as if they had arrived at the misty West Lake together and stood on the swaying awning boat.
It seemed that inside the ship, a cute young lady was smiling shyly at him, and a clever and eccentric pretty maid looked at him angrily, scolding him not to look anymore...
This spring rain touches the hearts of young people; this awning boat carries the brilliant spring sorrow.
If the rain doesn't stop and the ship doesn't dock, then no one will get off the ship.
There are no gorgeous spells or magical powers, nor any treacherous plots. It's just a simple and picturesque first meeting between two people.
The story quickly changed. The naughty Xiaoqing faced Xu Xian who came to visit Bai Suzhen, teasingly saying that Bai Suzhen had been married to someone else, and rushed Xu Xian away.
At this time, there was thunder in the clear sky and heavy rain fell again.
The hearts of the audience were hanging above the dark cloud, urging Bai Suzhen to quickly clarify the misunderstanding. . Suddenly, a voice came ruthlessly.
"Snapped!"
"If you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the explanation!"
Audience: (??｀??Д????)!!
A mouthful of blood clogged my chest!
what's the situation?
This... this familiar feeling?
That ominous fragmented power is back again?
White ink? Also out of context?
Super double of Literary Shame?
Everyone looked at each other back and forth for a while, then looked towards the stage, and saw that the storyteller "expertly" disappeared, leaving only the beautiful woman on the stage looking a little at a loss.
Confirmed, it’s out of context!
The first episode ends here!
Gan!
For a moment, everyone remembered the horror of being ruled by "Next Chapter Decomposition"!
"Gan!"
"Grass!"
"day!"
In an instant, a classic sentence blurted out, and the sound of fighting that once echoed through the morning tea house returned again——
"Bring me my forty-foot sword!"
"I know how the demon clan can write articles! It's a shame for a scholar to write again and again!"
"You hate me so much! Why does it end here!"
"Bai Mo, if you don't learn, how can you learn this thing! He-tui!"
"Send all the blades to the Fang family!"
"Yes, yes, send the blade to the Fang family!"
…
Lingzhou, bamboo forest.
The evening breeze blew gently.
Lang Feixian yawned and looked at the fishing rod in his hand with some boredom.
The teacher and junior sister have gone to Tianwai, and I have to guard the bamboo forest.
so boring!
It has been thirty-two days, five hours, three quarters, and three minutes without any waste...
I really want to go out and let myself go!
After all, as a flower, it has to go through wind and rain before it can bloom. If it stays in the bamboo forest, it will only become a flower in a greenhouse!
She will be like the third child, a sissy!
It’s just two days to go to Junior Brother Nanhuang’s place. It shouldn’t be a problem, right?
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother..." Just as Lang Feixian was thinking, Lao Qi's voice came over.
Then, Lang Feixian saw his fish float move, and with a strong pull, a koi was fished out of the lotus pond.
"Seventh Junior Brother?"
The koi jumped on the ground and said, "Elder brother, we just received news from Wenchang Pavilion Yan Baichuan."
Lang Feixian was stunned for a moment: "Let's put Lao Yan's information aside for now. Why did you get the koi?"
The koi fish replied: "This is the content of the second chapter of the third volume of the Bamboo Forest Ecological Defense Plan. Don't you remember it, senior brother? I have read it to you!"
"Oh...I have an impression, I have an impression..." Lang Feixian replied perfunctorily and quickly changed the subject, "What did Yan Baichuan say?"
Koi opened his mouth wide and said: "Yan Baichuan said that the Fang family is begging for the title of their junior brother, no, strictly speaking, they are seeking the title of Fang Cunshan Bai Mo, and they plan to actually create the title of 'Pinghu Marquis', and seal it in Lin'an West Lake!"
"With the West Lake as the center and the shore extending twenty miles outward, it will be established as a fiefdom."
Lang Feixian had a strange look on his face: "That's a place of literary fortune, and the Fang family treats the junior brother well...Did Yan Baichuan agree?"
"No, the condition offered by the Fang family is to allow the younger brother's opera to be included in the official school system, but Yan Baichuan also wants the Fang family to fund Wenchang Pavilion to build 600 schools in Daxuan; Wenchang Pavilion will have a quota to enter the Fang family's holy land To be promoted by three; I also need a Jinxiu Mo at the Confucian level; I also need three Confucians from the Fang family to serve in Wenchang Pavilion..."
"He is evil! Can the Fang family agree?" Lang Feixian cursed.
"The Fang family agreed!"
"Nice job!" Lang Feixian blurted out!
"By the way, I have something..." Lang Feixian was about to tell "Koi" about his two-day trip to the southern wilderness, when the Koi said first, "There is one more thing!"
"Yan Baichuan sent a message saying that the South Desert Toad Palace has reappeared, and the bloodline tide is coming!"
"Senior Brother, please prepare yourself. There may be unexpected benefits to having Junior Brother in Southern Wilderness!"
Hearing this, Lang Feixian said helplessly: "Old Seven, I have abandoned my Taoism. Now my Taoism is protecting my junior brother's martial arts!"
"Only when my junior brother has traveled nine thousand miles can I possibly take that step!"
The koi jumped a little and nodded: "I know!"
"But others don't know!"
"Let's be careful, Senior Brother, you can completely disrupt the sight! Don't forget, there is also Third Senior Brother..."
Hearing this, Lang Feixian nodded seriously.
This is a big deal!
As a smoke bomb? It sounds like a very popular persona.
This one suits you!
"So, senior brother, you have to stay stable in the bamboo forest during this period, so that the outside world can't figure out your trump card!" Koi said.
Lang Feixian's expression froze. Was his two-day trip to the Southern Wilderness ruined?
Not happy!
Immediately, Lang Feixian looked at the koi on the ground meaningfully: "Old Qi, you can also go to the Southern Wilderness to compete, right?"
"Hehe..." Koi let out a laugh, "Senior Brother, you know me."
“There are too many people involved in this kind of thing, and it’s not stable!”
After saying that, the koi turned into smoke with a bang, and a fish-shaped piece of paper fell to the ground.
"Alas..." Lang Feixian sighed, raised his head, and looked in the direction of Nanhuang, "The tide of blood..."
"Junior brother, I really envy you!"
“Wherever you go, great things happen!”
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