Lin Du said she was going to the study. While a group of people were inside and blocked by the bookshelves, she walked to the shopkeeper's counter and said, "Shopkeeper, do you want to collect your notebook?"
The shopkeeper was wearing a suit with long ink sleeves. He was leaning on a bamboo chair with a book in one hand. His eyes were half-open. When he heard the words, he lazily replied, "A storybook? What a storybook?"
Lin Du handed over his hard work.
The man on the bamboo chair raised his eyelids and read word by word, "Being raped by... a beauty picked up on the roadside?"
His eyes, which were still a little groggy at first, suddenly widened, and he looked at the child in front of him, who was at most ten years old, in disbelief, "Did you write it?"
Lin Du waved his hands and pretended to say, "How is it possible? It's just an errand for my master. As a disciple, I naturally want to fulfill my master's dream."
"Look, can this book be printed? My master has this hobby even though he is old. Even if I pay for it myself, I can't let him go away with regrets."
Yan Ye, who was invisibly blamed by his disciples, sneezed inexplicably at this moment. He was thinking about whether he, a monk in the Taiqing realm, could still catch a cold?
The shopkeeper was deeply moved and said, "You are so filial."
Lin Du nodded, the most dutiful son in the world, who else could he be?
The man lowered his head and opened the first page. What he saw was the crooked word "dog crawling". The corner of his mouth twitched, "This is really written by your master."
Lin Du groaned, "Oh, my master can't see, so the writing will inevitably be rough. As long as you can see, that's fine."
She is someone who has only practiced calligraphy with a calligraphy brush in elementary school. It is good that she can write like this with a calligraphy brush.
The shopkeeper continued to lower his head and read the book, but soon, the sound of the pages turning became faster and faster, and his expression also changed unpredictably, from a hey smile to an aunt's smile, then slowly widened his eyes, gradually suppressed his anger, and finally, with tears in his eyes, he couldn't bear it. He couldn't help but slap the table and get up, "Is it gone now? Senior brother just died like that? That female cultivator just got the golden elixir and became an immortal?"
"This, my master said, if someone reads it, there will be a follow-up. If you look at this, can you print it?"
"Yes, yes, yes. It's been a long time since I've seen such an irresistible storybook. Your master is really a genius, but the title of the book... is a bit indecent."
The shopkeeper touched his chin and said, "I'm afraid this upright person won't buy it."
Lin Du raised his eyebrows. He had an extraordinary handsome face, but his tone was light but the content was extraordinarily wanton.
"How do you know if you don't try? These seven emotions and six desires are human nature. Don't those who cultivate the truth have no desires? Becoming stronger is desire, and love is also desire. What is the difference between desire and desire?"
She was obviously lying, but the shopkeeper was convinced, "Okay, please, we have a 30-70 split here. What's your surname?"
"Lin, Shuangmulin."
"Little Master Lin, after this is printed, I will send you a sample and your address."
Lin Du smiled slightly and said, "No need, I will come down the mountain to meet you soon."
She neatly stamped her fingerprints on the contract, then turned to face the doubtful eyes of several fellow disciples who came out of it, "Leave? Going to eat at Manlou?"
A group of people left laughing and joking. The shopkeeper on the bamboo chair squinted at the back of the group of people walking away, shook the contract that had just been fingerprinted, looked at the fingerprints on it, and finally smiled softly.
Interestingly, he clearly handed over the pen, but when the filial disciple took the pen, he hesitated, flicked his hand, and changed it to a fingerprint.
Don't want to leave your own handwriting?
Is this master you are talking about really not you?
The bookstore owner didn't expect that it would be seven days later.
He almost didn't recognize the man when he entered the store. The scrawled green clothes and the bun tied casually on his head were gone.
She was dressed in a green brocade robe with white cranes and cloud patterns, her hair was tied on top of her head with a short white jade hairpin, and a jade-buttoned mesh scarf was tied in front of her forehead to further fix it. Her perfectly formed eyebrows and smooth facial lines were finally clear. He jumped out of his mind. Even though his skin was as pale as paper, he was actually a young and handsome man.
"How's it going, shopkeeper? Is it ready to be printed?"
The lazy tone sounded, and the shopkeeper dared to conclude that it was the filial son of the day.
"I went up five days ago, guess what?"
Just as he was about to say something, he saw a male cultivator sneaking over. He looked around and saw that Lin Du was hesitant to step forward.
"You want that one, right? It's twenty yuan for a low-grade spiritual stone. You don't have to take it out from your sleeve. Just put the money and take it away."
Only a book edge was exposed from the man's sleeves. Hearing what the shopkeeper said, he immediately took out the money and left neatly.
Lin Du pondered for a moment, "Isn't it the book I sent you?"
"Ang." The boss nodded, calmly waved his sleeves, and pocketed the twenty oval stones on the counter that contained a touch of spiritual energy.
"Are you so shameless?" Lin Du raised his hand and touched his chin.
"But you are right about one thing. Although this name is not elegant, it is really attractive. From the moment it was launched, the sales volume was very good, but everyone bought it secretly."
The shopkeeper marveled, "As expected of you, my master. You are well-informed and able to understand people's hearts."
Lin Du smiled and said, "Bring me five copies. I want to give them away."
"It's easy to say, I'll give you a monthly share. However, some of these books are temporarily unavailable. Can you leave some for me? Can three books be okay?"
Lin Du walked out of the study door with three books in hand, and then joined Mo Lin and the others.
Today was the farewell banquet for the group of them to send Mo Lin off to the mountain for training. Lin Du also proposed the banquet, and the group was happy to have his teeth beaten as a sacrifice.
So the senior brother received the parting gift from the junior uncle.
"It's inevitable that you'll get bored along the way. Come on, take this book. It's said to be the best-selling storybook in recent times. It's such a best-seller, so there must be a lot of carelessness in it."
Lin Du handed the book to Mo Lin with sincere eyes.
Mo Lin took the book and said, "If I had known that my junior uncle loves to read and goes to the sect library every day, I would definitely study it carefully."
"That's right." Lin Du was particularly pleased. "When looking at a story, the most important thing is the sense of immersion. Only when you step into the role of the protagonist can you reflect on yourself and gain more."
Mo Lin nodded, not realizing that although his junior uncle was young, he was so experienced in reading. He glanced at the cover with emotion.
"Being raped by a beauty picked up on the roadside"
The handsome young man's expression turned strange for a moment. He looked up at the man who was already eating pastries, and then looked down at the title of the book.
"Uncle Junior...Did you give me the wrong book?"
"No." Lin Du picked up a piece of donkey rolling, "This donkey rolling is not enough. Let's get another one. There are five of us."
Mo Lin put the book away silently and stretched out his hand to greet the waiter.
