For a long time, Jian Zhibai walked around Guanyu Peak, and even carefully avoided Chen Yin in his daily practice. It was terrible that he would come whatever he wanted. Seeing the young man in white who was smiling at him not far away, Jian Zhibai's scalp numb. However, he could not pretend not to see him, so he had to tighten his body and walk over stiffly.

"Senior Brother." He called out in a regular manner, looked up at the face of the man in front of him, and then quickly lowered his head.

He is the personal disciple of the Lord of Piaomiao Peak. His best attitude is to refine alchemy, but his martial arts value is not very high. He has to be defeated if he has only 50 moves under the Mo Liuguang sword. Chen Yin made Mo Liuguang feel that he was in a disadvantage. Jian Zhibai felt that his life was over.

Especially the elder brother is serious and always cold when facing his fellow junior brothers, so he is not as smiling as he is now? After careful consideration, the smile reveals three points of disregard, three points of carelessness, and four points of intention. Jian Zhibai felt a slap in his heart and complained secretly.

This was completely the peace before the storm came! His thin body shook, his eyes glanced left and right in a panic, and accidentally fell on Shen Yin's hands with distinct joints.

He saw a few books in his slender hands, and the words on the cover were exposed through his fingers. Jian Zhibai narrowed his eyes, and the words "evil" and "chasing love" fell faintly into his eyes. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt that his eyes were getting hot again.

"Senior Brother, listen to my quibble!" He shouted in a hurry, and actually shouted out his heart. Looking at the smile-smile look of the young man in the white robe, Jian Zhibai smiled awkwardly, but he didn't show any signs of his face: "I mean, listen to my explanation, this matter has its own difficulties."

Chen Yin raised his chin and found a place to speak. He sat upright on the stone bench, spreading nearly ten books of covers on the stone table. The elegant man brewed a pot of tea and took two clean cups to fill it. He pushed one of them in front of Jian Zhibai, and played with the other cup against the edge of the cup, without drinking it.

He was nervous. When Jian Zhibai was thinking about how to explain the storybook and the news about the Taoist couple who had spread throughout the world of immortal cultivation, the young man with a calm and gentle face spoke first: "I have heard a lot of news recently."

Jian Zhibai's head unconsciously lowered a inch down, and his hands were frantically stirring his Taoist robe under the stone table. It's over, this is the standard line of Autumn Hou.

"I won't mention anything else, just talk about this book. I heard of these book

If you can sell well in the world of immortal cultivation, you and Junior Brother Liuguang have put in a lot of effort and even got a commission?"

His head lowered again, Jian Zhibai felt cold in his heart, and he stuttered his lips: "It's this, but..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the man sitting calmly on the opposite side slowly pulling out a thick stack of paper from his cuffs and putting it in front of him. It was obvious that there were about forty pieces of paper, each of which was full of words. Jian Zhibai recognized that the vigorous and powerful font was written by Chen Yin at a glance.

His eyes were filled with doubts, and he held the stack of paper in his hand and read it carefully. He hadn't seen half of the top page yet, so shocked that he almost knocked over the teacup placed at his hand.

"This, is this?" With trembling hands, Jian Zhibai widened his eyes, shocked and crawled into his handsome face, and at the same time he felt extremely complicated.

He thought it was a rare technique that was worth the senior brother's effort to copy it by himself. No matter how bad it was, it would have something of special significance?

However, Jian Zhibai's eyes fell on this stack of paper that was full of words in one word, with an unprecedented expression of confusion. Because the stack of paper in his hand was not a skill or anything else, it was completely a story!

He received the finished product sent by the store from the store that was sold in a book on the market, so he was sure that the story written on the stack of paper had nothing to do with him.

More importantly, this story is so fucking bloody!

Although the names of the stories he and Mo Liuguang were a little tacky, the content was novel and the plot was also cheerful. On the other hand, this stack of works was from unknown to anyone. Jian Zhibai quickly read it with a glance, and only felt that the blood and the sky thunder were flying together, combining amnesia, serious injuries, body capture, newlyweds, and children lost, which made people feel very sad.

This is also a talent. There are so many messy plot developments that it takes only 40 pieces of paper. Jian Zhibai was secretly shocked and didn't know where the elder brother copied it.

Seeing that dozens of pages were roughly read, Shen Yin leaned forward slightly, his face looked faintly expectant, and asked, "How?"

The eldest brother was asking him how this story was written?

Although I don’t understand why Shen Yin asked him about such a bloody story, based on his rich experience of reading a lot of scripts, Jian Zhibai still commented truthfully: “It’s both bloody and old-fashioned, the plot is still hard to make up, and the character setting is not full. In short, it has no advantages.”

“…”

One more popping out of Jian Zhibai's mouth

With just one word, Shen Yin's face became darker again. After talking a lot of words, Jian Zhibai, who had a dry mouth, poured himself a glass of water, and finally remembered to ask who wrote this vulgar story.

The man with a dark face was silent for a while, his eyes looked over and his voice was faint: "I wrote it."

"Hahaha, it turned out to be... written by Senior Brother..." Jian Zhibai's smile froze on his face, and he was scared to death the next second and almost burst into tears.

Who would have thought of this? A great disciple of the sect is not diligent in practicing and spends so much energy to write his own fan stories by hand? Isn’t it delicious to write those stories circulating on the market? Isn’t it good to cut your legs and produce food?

Suddenly hearing this shocking secret, Jian Zhibai was in a daze. He had never heard of the master who ended in person, and the eldest brother was the first person in the world of immortal cultivation. It is said that Zhenyan Taoist Lord is like a lotus from a mud, and can only be seen from afar and not played with. He never expected that he would do such a thing in private!

Jian Zhibai's head was empty, and he felt that the image of the elder brother's unworldly fireworks in his heart had completely collapsed. He raised his head a little more, met the elder brother's dark eyes, and asked in a harsh manner: "I wonder what the elder brother meant to come to me with the story he wrote?"

"It's nothing." Shen Yin pinched the teacup and took a sip, and said lightly: "I just write and play with nothing. I heard that you have a way to publish a book, and I wonder if it can be released."

"...Of course." After the fright, Jian Zhibai calmed down and even breathed a sigh of relief that Shen Yin had come to settle the score with him. Isn't it just a book? What's the difficulty? His relationship with those stores is just a matter of one sentence.

"Then I'll thank you for your junior brother." The man smiled faintly, without too much distortion.

"Pack it up on me." Jian Zhibai rolled the stack of paper into his sleeve, and said casually: "This is the whole manuscript, no omissions?"

Chen Yin shook his head: "There is no omission, but this is just the content of the first volume, and I will write a follow-up in the future. I plan to write a story of ten lives and ten lives."

"...Okay." Jian Zhibai's heart was turbulent and his face was well-behaved.

Taking helping the senior brother publishing books as a top priority, Jian Zhibai immediately contacted the book shops to seek cooperation. Originally, the bloody story of being so popular a long time ago but now being eliminated by the market, the store would not agree to sell it in the store. However, due to the fairy's affection, he gritted his teeth and agreed. However, if the book was written, there were very few books, which were placed on the shelves.

On sale

In the first few days of the sale, no one really cares about it. The person who was bored at the back brought the book back casually. Looking through the previous pages, he felt bored. He wanted to throw it aside and felt that he had spent money, so he forced himself to read it.

After reading one-third, I felt it was interesting. I turned over the carved bed and then looked at it. When I reached two-thirds of the part, I licked my mouth and looked intently. However, in an afternoon, a book was turned to my head, and the last page read "If you want to know what happens next, please wait for the next volume."

The man scratched his head irritably, feeling his heart was empty and he couldn't lift anything he did. He rolled on the bed, then got up and hurried out of the door.

The store saw that the customer who had just bought several books in the morning came back. Although he was confused, he still greeted him with a smile: "What do the customers need?"

The casual cultivator wearing a black robe felt a little embarrassed. He looked around and saw no one, lowered his voice and asked, "Where is the next volume of that book "Dust in Troubled Times"? I want to buy one."

"Ah?" The store owner showed doubts. If he remembered correctly, he should have been brought by Jian Xianchang from Lingyunmen. He had been kept in the store for several days and no one had any questions. Why did he even have a loyal fan of books?

The store owner apologized: "That book is a trial sale. There are only a few books in the store. Where can I get the next volume? Why don't you choose something else?"

The casual cultivator showed disappointment on his face. He rolled up his robe and left in a hurry.

He said in his heart that the store did not take this matter to heart. However, three or four days later, the books "Dust in Troubled Times" in his store had been sold out. Not only that, people kept coming to the store to ask if there was still this book for sale and when the second volume will be released.

At first, there were only three or five people asking, but later a large number of people came. The store owner was puzzled and rushed to make nearly a hundred copies. After the news was released, it was snatched up in less than a day. After smelling business opportunities, many stores keenly captured a message: This bloody book "Dust in Troubled Times" became popular.

When Jian Zhibai met Mo Liuguang in the kitchen hall, he was holding a book in his left hand and holding chopsticks in his right hand. He quickly took a big mouthful of rice into his mouth while chewing his eyes while sweeping over the page. When he saw somewhere, he took out a brocade platter and blew his nose, his eyes were red.

"..." To be honest, the picture is a bit indescribable. Jian Zhibai silently and turned the direction down. He didn't really want to have dinner with a man who was crying and cried at the same table.

But his figure

Before he could walk far, he was seen by the sharp-eyed Mo Liuguang: "Zhibai, come here quickly and have something for you to see!"

Jian Zhibai, who was called, had to accept his fate. As soon as he sat down, a storybook was stuffed in front of him. The familiar style of writing and the familiar smell of blood, he felt suffocated when he glanced at it, and asked carefully: "How could you have this book?"

"Why can't I have it?" Mo Liuguang looked at him strangely, as if he was asking such a stupid question: "Have you not read the storybook for a long time? Don't you know how famous this book is in the world of immortal cultivation?"

"It's not just me who's reading. Not to mention other sects, just take our Lingyun Sect as an example. The junior brothers and sisters almost all have a copy. They all cried so hard that they were moved by the beautiful love that had gone through all kinds of difficulties."

"..." Jian Zhibai opened his mouth and finally remained silent. He began to wonder if his taste had deviated, so his ideas were contrary to everyone's.

Just as he was doubting his life, he was caught off guard and heard Mo Liuguang say with longing, "I really want to know the genius who wrote books. His book is so beautiful. After reading it two or three times, he still hasn't finished it. I just don't know when the next volume will come out."

Jian Zhibai's face looked strange and sighed in his heart. You know that genius, isn't it just the serious senior brother we look at?

But he didn't tell Mo Liuguang about this secret. After all, with Mo Liuguang's temperament of talking about everything, he would have to shout that the whole world of immortal cultivation knew about it within a day.

With his hand on the book that was folded so far that the corner of the page was folded, Jian Zhibai thought it was time to talk to his senior brother about the next volume.

When the fan-written storytelling of Zhenyan Daojun and his junior sister was popular in the world of immortal cultivation and was talked about by others, the five-year fairy gate competition is about to come.

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