long night walk

Chapter 237 The Book Writer

Bai Li'an really couldn't understand, someone who can write such a beautiful and refined story must be a person of elegance.

What kind of stimulation did he have to draw something that was not ashamed or ashamed?

He looked at Fang Geyu strangely: "Why are you so clear about him?"

If you haven't contacted and paid attention to this line, laymen may not know Xuan Shui Jun's name.

Fang Geyu was startled, understood the meaning of Bai Lian's question, and said angrily, "What are you thinking? I don't read that kind of stuff, it's business! It's business!"

It turns out that the forbidden map is in the world and it is difficult to transfer it. The country sweeps up the rivers and lakes. Even though Xuanshui Lord has extraordinary talents, he is helpless.

Really unwilling, he begged on the head of Shifang City.

With such a reputation, no one dares to take it.

But Fang Geyu has a cold temper. As long as she can make money, she doesn't sell anything harmful. Under her one-handed arrangement, she and Xuan Shuijun made a lot of money.

As for the money-making baby, she really has no desire to take a look at it.

The old woman who was washing dishes overheard the conversation of several people, hehe smiled, and said: "If Xiao Langjun wants to see the follow-up of this "Feng Ya Ji", you can go to the bookstore opposite to see, there are some for sale there. "

Both Yun Rong and Bailian's eyes lit up.

Fang Geyu shook his hand: "No, this book of Xuanshui Jun's stories did not sell as well as the album, and it was a big blow. This "Feng Ya Ji" was interrupted and continued, and there will be no more."

Yun Rong took it for granted: "After all, writing a book is a job for starving people. In my Tianxi Sword Sect, there is a lively and lovely inner sect junior. For some reason, I couldn't think about it for a while and gave up the sword to learn how to write like those literati. Started the storybook.

It is said that it is a story of half-human and half-demon, with no rules at all, and in the end it ended up as a family with four walls and empty pockets.

Thinking of his generation of swordsman Beijun, he was a suave and exiled immortal when he held the sword, but now he abandons the sword and writes, his style is no longer, his head is bald, his hands are trembling, his body is weak and his ears are ringing, his life is really not too miserable. "

Barry sympathized with this man.

The old woman who was doing the dishes chuckled and said, "Young lady doesn't know something, but Xuan Shui Jun is a real Xianling person, and his book is indeed not for sale, but it doesn't mean that he stopped writing and gave up, just opposite the bookstore. Every year, messengers from the inner city come to the shop to deliver books, saying that they are only sold to those who are destined to see them, but they cannot be seen outside Xiancheng."

So, Yun Rong took Bai Lian and ran to the small bookstore to buy books.

Yun Rong was looking at the sword.

Bailian went to read the story.

Fang Ge's head was black, speechless to keep up.

She suddenly felt that what was the matter with two live treasures beside her.

The bookstore is very old, and the decoration of the store is also some years old.

It was already night, there were no book shoppers in the bookstore, only a gray-haired old man stood guard between the counters of the shop, he was old, nodding his head while dozing off.

On the counter, there was a green parrot and a few potted plants, which seemed to be carefully raised by the old man.

In addition to the old man, there is also a young man in a blue shirt in the shop, who is cleaning dust and sorting books.

When he saw guests coming, he seemed not to be in high spirits to welcome them.

Because the books in this bookstore are only rented and not sold, and they can only be viewed in the store and cannot be taken away privately.

The rent is already cheap, and in the Xianling border town, every household is living a tight life, and who has nothing to do and read books here.

He knows that his husband is kind and good-natured. There are many poor people on this long street who can't afford to buy books and study, so there are always school-going children and some poor scholars who come to rent books to read.

Because the rent here is really cheap.

Of course, he is not surprised, because he is a helper here, so he can read the books in the bookstore for free every day, because the old man is his husband, and he can take home to read books that others cannot take away.

Yun Rong stepped into the bookstore first: "Is there any "Feng Ya Ji" for sale here?"

The cloth-shirted boy was sweeping the dust on the bookshelf, thinking this is another boring lady who loves to read love story books, who actually braved the wind, snow and cold to buy books at night.

He replied without shaking his head, "The books in this store are only rented, not sold, and can only be viewed in the store. If it's dark today, my husband and I are going to close the door and go home for dinner, so why don't the girl hurry up tomorrow. "

Although "Feng Ya Ji" did not sell well, it was only because there were more men than women in Xianling City, but this did not prevent those ladies from the fairy family's boudoir from loving this book.

Usually, people who read books at night have to stay all night long.

The academy exam is coming soon. The young man does not want to waste time here. Although he can study in the bookstore, it is too cold here.

Bailian saw the regret in Yunrong's eyes, and he said, "How long does Miss Yunrong plan to stay in the city, she has a place to stay."

Yun Rong hasn't had time to answer yet...

"En... Grace?" As if hearing a familiar voice, the dust-sweeping boy immediately put down the feather duster in his hand, and looked at Bai Lian with surprise and surprise.

This boy is actually Ji's elder brother, Ji Ting.

Bailian smiled at him and said, "Eunuch can't be the best, but it's just a little effort."

"No, no, no! How could it be a little effort?"

The listless look on Ji Ting's face immediately swept away. Although he was very enthusiastic about Bai Li'an, his eyes fell on the two women beside him uncontrollably, his eyes were amazing.

The woman in the black and red sword suit is tall, graceful and noble, and her solemn appearance can't hide the pure and unconventional meaning in her bones.

The girl in the white crane cloak is like jade, with red lips and white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows. Although she is young, she is imbued with an inviolable aura of nobility and extraordinary demeanor.

The two of them were both good-looking, beautiful women who were hard to see in a hundred years, and now they have all appeared in this dilapidated little bookstore in one night.

The young man who had never seen anything in the world suddenly felt that his clothes, which had been washed clean by his sister, were so filthy and unsightly.

Even though it was very clean.

"Are Duke Engong and the two older sisters going to read books? Isn't Xuan Shui Jun's "Feng Ya Ji"? I'll fetch them for you right away." The young man diligently fetched three volumes of books, as if offering them up as treasures.

Bailian and Yunrong took it one after another, while Fang Geyu looked disgusted: "Children love to watch this kind of thing, I don't want it, take it a little further."

'Children' Yun Rong was very interested in holding the sequel "Feng Ya Ji". She moved a small bench and curled up in the corner of the bookshelf, watching it carefully.

She has only two wishes in her life.

See all the sword tactics in the world.

Know the world famous sword.

'Child' Bai Lian asked puzzledly, "Don't you want to go home for dinner?"

Ji Ting, a young scholar, scratched his head embarrassingly: "Grandfather likes to read, how dare I go home for dinner first."

(End of this chapter)