I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 21 If you like me, just say it out loud.
In the Qidian editorial department, editor Qingzhou was browsing the daily news after finishing lunch.

Then I saw the request from Li Yan.

"Four Nine, is that him?"

Upon seeing the book title's notes, Qingzhou immediately remembered.

The book he saw in the library yesterday, "Cultivation Chat Group"

The writing style is witty and humorous, with delicate and touching details. Moreover, the entire book is written in plain language, making it easy to read and not like it was written by a novice.

Most importantly, this book gave him a refreshing feeling.

There aren't many online articles that focus on daily life yet, and none of them have become popular.

Most of the time it's because the opening is too bland, but that's what makes it so appealing.

So he signed without hesitation.

However, this kind of humorous writing requires a lot of imagination and skill, and it's hard to say whether the author can write a long one.

After accepting the QQ request, Qingzhou was about to greet the other person when...

He was stunned when several messages came in quick succession from the other end.

49: Qingzhou, there's been a problem with the contract.

49: I'm a minor, I need to talk to my parents.

Light boat:
After typing out a string of ellipses, Qingzhou was a little suspicious. Was this author just messing with him?

He finally confirmed it through the video.

Damn, how can there be authors who are young, write well, and are also handsome!

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Li Yan turned off his phone and immediately went out to find Ms. Fang.

"Mom, I found a summer job."

I briefly explained to Ms. Fang outside what an online writer is.

Ms. Fang, who was still distrustful of the internet, was not entirely at ease. She chatted briefly with Qingzhou and looked at the proof before finally agreeing.

In fact, Li Yan could have simply taken his household registration booklet and signed the contract himself, but he felt it was unnecessary.

After signing the contract, Ms. Fang even took out her phone to look at his book a few times.

"Cultivation chat group? What does that mean? It's all nonsense. Who would actually read this?"

"Even period dramas have an audience, so why isn't this one?" Li Yan joked.

"Forget it, you're all grown up now. I don't understand anymore, and I can't control that much. Go and sort out and sell your dad's books."

After giving orders, Ms. Fang didn't forget to make a few sarcastic remarks about Old Li from afar.

"They just buy useless things to make a show of things, and I've never seen them look at them."

Li Yan remained silent. It's best not to argue when Ms. Fang is being sarcastic.

Li Yan went to his parents' room to clean up the books.

There is a row of bookshelves next to the window, mostly filled with daily necessities, and within a one-meter radius, all the books are books.

The most common genre is probably martial arts fiction. Li Yan remembers reading a book about Li Xunhuan when he was a child.

The descriptions of women in the book had a huge impact on him!
How big is it?

It should be no less impressive than the episode in the Li Ruotong version of "The Return of the Condor Heroes" where Xiaolongnu is defiled.

Innocent teenagers, for the first time, realized that there were such plots in television/video works!
The book is now missing, and Li Yan doesn't know how it disappeared.

It didn't matter; he placed a few martial arts novels aside and read them himself.

The rest of the self-help garbage was thrown on the ground.

When Li Yan was throwing it, he moved it a little too roughly, and suddenly a book fell apart.

Then he saw two or three bright red bills fall out of the book!

Li Yan was taken aback, then glanced at the door.

"Tsk tsk, wild, secret stash of money. It's mine now."

He picked up the bills and then checked all the books on the ground, finding that each book had about two or three bills.

There are even more thicker books!
"There are golden houses in books; the ancients were right."

After checking the books on the ground, Li Yan shook the thousand yuan in his hand, feeling happy.

Money in your own account is never as sweet as money found on the street.

Old Li, this is the price you pay for your carelessness.

"Oh wow, there are quite a few golden houses here."

Li Yan turned his gaze to the bookshelf and began organizing again.

The tedious tidying work suddenly became interesting.

Just as he picked up a book titled "Tai Chi Tutorial," the system, which had been gathering dust for a long time, suddenly issued a notification.

[Ding! Martial art "Tai Chi Fist" detected. Do you wish to allow automatic training?] Li Yan: "?!?!?!?!?"

Li Yan was shocked, which led to a sense of doubt.

Is this something similar to radio calisthenics, or martial arts?
Give it a try, it won't waste anything anyway.

With this in mind, he chose to entrust his child to another company almost without hesitation.

"System, take over Tai Chi practice for five minutes."

[Ding! Hosting started.]

The next moment, Li Yan lost control of his body.

But the system didn't stand there and flip through the book as it had before.

Instead, he controlled his body and slowly began to practice boxing indoors.

Stand with your feet parallel, shoulder-width apart, head held high, shoulders relaxed and elbows dropped, as if standing in the void.

The moment Li Yan assumed the Wuji stance, he felt his entire body's muscles and bones enter a special frequency, and he could faintly feel the rolling blood and qi within his body.

Then his body began to move.
Grab the queer tail!
White Crane Spreads Wings!

Wild horses part their manes!

The five-hit lightning whip combo doesn't exist.

The system ran more and more smoothly, and Li Yan felt his whole body getting warmer.

As the arms moved, a strong wind crackled and popped.

"Li Yan, what are you doing in the house?!"

Jiang Yingzhu's words came, and then he saw the door be pushed open, and Ms. Fang and Jiang Yingzhu walked in together.

Then, they saw their son/childhood sweetheart performing a ritual by the window.

Left hand, right hand, one slow motion.

The swirling motion created a whistling wind, which surprisingly had a unique charm.

Li Yan: "."

Ms. Fang: "."

Jiang Yingzhu:

The two looked at each other silently for a few seconds, then Ms. Fang covered her forehead and walked out.

Why don't we talk to Lao Li and not rush to open the shop, but instead have another one?

This might be infected with a virus.

Jiang Yingzhu continued watching, and then clapped her hands.

"Hey! Why did it stop?"

Li Yan rolled his eyes at her, annoyed. This social media stunt was the fuse that ignited the fire.

Every time I die, it's always related to her!

hateful.

"What are you here for?"

"Come see the sand sculptures."

Jiang Yingzhu glanced at him twice, looking curious, "Hey, did you see that?"

Li Yan remained unmoved; as long as he wasn't embarrassed, it was others who would be.

Who are you calling a "sand sculpture"?

"You idiot..." Jiang Yingzhu suddenly stopped, but it was too late. She yelled, "You're the idiot! I just took a picture!"

Li Yan's vision went black for a moment, but then he didn't care anymore.

He felt that his body was lighter after finishing a set of punches, and he felt a little different.

I'll definitely be calling often in the future; it's just a single photo.

His expression suddenly turned cold and stern. He slowly walked to Jiang Yingzhu's side, his starry eyes narrowed, and his well-defined fingers pinched her chin.

"You take pictures of me every day without my consent, woman. Who gave you the audacity to treat me like a private collection and record my life?"

"If you like me, just say it out loud, and I'll dance by your bedside every day from now on."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ms. Fang, who had been eavesdropping at the door, adopted the expression of an elderly person on the subway and silently walked away.

Jiang Yingzhu hissed and gasped, then pushed him away with both hands.

"are you crazy!"

After saying that, Jiang Yingzhu hurriedly ran away, afraid that he would go crazy again.

(End of this chapter)