Mountains and giant beasts, cabins in the woods

the other side.

Liu Xingmo rushed to the newspaper office and began his workday amidst the employees' slight complaints.

With two more people now, we can usually manage, but today we have an unexpected task.

Liu Xingmo rarely updates his newspaper so frequently, expanding the four-page article to five pages.

The workload increased by a quarter, and I was busy until midnight again.

The next morning, the six men carried their bags and delivered newspapers as usual.

Liu Xingmo entrusted his sales route to his companion and then headed straight for the Shuishan Restaurant.

Upon entering the hall, the two swordsmen sitting on the solid wood sofa immediately tensed up.

Although these two middle-aged men didn't know how to refine pills, they managed to pick up a few fruits to eat. However, they still dared not let their guard down when facing the legendary Blood Shadow Sect.

Liu Xingmo generously pulled out two newspapers and handed one to each person: "It's boring to stay here, why not read the newspapers to pass the time?"

The two cautiously accepted the item, placed it aside, and didn't look at it much, their eyes still fixed on Liu Xingmo.

Liu Xingmo casually said, "I'll send a copy to everyone upstairs too. I believe they need this information."

The word "intelligence" was emphasized very heavily.

The two swordsmen security guards exchanged a glance and tacitly approved of the action.

Liu Xingmo walked up the spiral staircase, passing through each floor of the metasequoia tower, and distributed newspapers to the students in the guest rooms.

After walking around the whole circle, when I returned to the lobby, there were already several people waiting there.

The two swordsmen security guards, who seemed to be illiterate, were standing around a male student, listening to him read aloud.

Seeing Liu Xingmo come downstairs, the male student put down his newspaper and quickly asked, "Wait! I want to ask, why is there still a novel by the anonymous author in this newspaper?"

"An anonymous guest?" Liu Xingmo smiled calmly. "You mean the novel's author?"

"Yes, you know him too?" The male student felt much closer to someone who shared his interests.

"Hahaha!" Liu Xingmo laughed loudly, "Actually, I wrote this!"

"You?!" Not only the male student, but also the two swordsmen stared wide-eyed.

"Yes, I originally wrote it just for fun, but I didn't expect it to spread so widely that even people from your Yin Kingdom know about it and have given me the nickname 'Nameless Guest'," Liu Xingmo shook his head and sighed. "It's truly a case of unintended consequences!"

The two swordsmen put on stern faces, still refusing to believe it.

The male student, unable to contain his excitement, jogged up to Liu Xingmo and exclaimed, "You...you...you really are the nameless guest?"

"The author of this novel is naturally me. Including 'Snow Mountain Swordsman' and a series of other works, they are all my humble creations," Liu Xingmo replied calmly.

"What is your name?"

"I am Liu Xingmo, a man of little talent. The people of Black Dragon Village asked me to write stories."

"A storyteller? That title, so simple and unassuming, yet contains a profound power! Mr. Liu, could you please sign my autograph?" The male student handed over the newspaper.

Liu Xingmo wrote down his full name with a flourish, and added two nicknames: Nameless Guest and Storyteller.

The male student folded the newspaper as if it were a treasure and put it in his arms.

Liu Xingmo said casually, "Speaking of which, you've all been reading the bound volumes published at the end of the year. You don't even know what's being serialized this year."

"Yes, yes!" the male student nodded repeatedly. "Mr. Liu, do you have any old newspapers? I could read this novel for a whole year!"

"What's the big deal? There are plenty in the library. Just come with me. I write my books in that office and have kept many manuscripts there." Liu Xingmo walked towards the main entrance.

The male student quickly followed, then froze, turning back to look at the two swordsmen with a complex and unpredictable expression.

Finally, he solemnly said, "Don't worry, I will bring you the copy you saw!"

The two swordsmen were both angry and anxious, and were about to step forward to stop them.

Liu Xingmo seemed to remember something and said, "Oh right, I also have some side stories that I never circulate, such as the story of Lu Heyan reviving Hua Xinyu after the finale of 'Snow Mountain Swordsman'."

"Huh? Really!" The male student exclaimed impatiently, grabbing Liu Xingmo's sleeve and pulling him outside. "Hurry up, Mr. Liu!"

The two middle-aged swordsmen stopped in their tracks.

A deep, resonant voice murmured, "The Snow Mountain Swordsman, the story of that man..."

A square, old-fashioned voice said softly, "Hua Xinyu, you really survived...?"

Liu Xingmo and his foreign book friends left the towering tree tower and entered the ancient town lined with wooden houses.

Stone-paved roads wind through streets and alleys, and wooden arch bridges span waterways.

The warm breeze of early summer drapes the old houses in a new coat of moss; the red tiles under the sunlight shine as brightly as glass.

A row of beetles pulled a heavy cart laden with pink peaches to the market. Round-headed carp pulled a nimble painted boat, carrying couples on an outing to the clear stream.

On the covered bridge over the long river, the male students slowed their pace.

Liu Xingmo stopped abruptly: "What's wrong?"

"This place is not what I expected." The simple-looking young man gazed into the distance through the mountains. "For some reason, I thought of my hometown. Although the two places are completely different."

"The taste of home is the same everywhere," Liu Xingmo said slowly. "The firewood in the stove, the moss in the corner, the warm cotton quilt in the sun... these things taste the same no matter where you are."

"Perhaps." The male student snapped out of his daze. "Mr. Liu, I believe you now. You really are the nameless guest. I've long admired your name, and meeting you today, you truly are extraordinary."

"You flatter me. I can only write a few articles."

A day passed slowly.

The students from Shuishan Restaurant once again showed off their skills in the courtyard.

The vendors warmly invited guests from afar to visit their homes, but some, unable to bear the loneliness, left their cramped courtyards.

Gradually, Heilongzhai, shrouded in rumors, revealed a different face to outsiders.

As darkness fell, Liu Xingmo bid farewell to his fan club.

Because swordsmanship was the foundation of the Yin Kingdom, the people of Yin were so obsessed with the book "Snow Mountain Swordsman" that their behavior and habits were distorted.

Using this influence, Liu Xingmo built closer relationships with the students.

The plan is going smoothly; leaving behind a group of alchemists shouldn't be a problem.

But the caravans and pharmacies had already set their sights on these highly sought-after talents, and the valuable individuals would soon be snapped up.

Sigh! My own alchemy workshop also needs a helper.

When Liu Xingmo returned home, the small door to the workshop was open, and a faint light shone through.

Upon entering the studio, a man and a woman were sitting at the long table; they were Su Dabao and Su Mali.

Su Mali stood up and introduced the two men separately: "Xingmo, this is Su Dabao, the child of my elder brother whom I have never met. Dabao, this is my husband, Liu Xingmo."

Liu Xingmo smiled and said, "Hello!"

Su Dabao, a simple and honest young man, quickly stood up and stammered, "Uncle... Uncle!"

"Hey, relax, let's sit down and have a good chat." Liu Xingmo pulled out a chair and sat down casually.