Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 133 Excellent Works (25)

After expressing his emotion, Lu Changtian read the novel over and over again several times. It was not until the sky turned white and his family members came to urge him to eat that he reluctantly put down the book.

Foundation-building disciples can already use pills to replace food, and they don’t even have to eat for a few days. However, his fiancée has just advanced from a mortal to a cultivator, and her eating habits have not changed, so she still has three meals a day as usual.

At the dinner table, Lu Changtian would be distracted from time to time, then pick up his chopsticks and say something inexplicably: "The Great Sun Sword to Kill Evil", which made Feng Hui, who was standing by, quite confused.

After finishing the meal, she asked people to remove the dishes and chopsticks, then pulled Lu Changtian and asked, "Changtian, what's wrong with you?"

Thinking back to his performance at the dinner table, Lu Changtian blushed a little.

I have always paid great attention to etiquette, but I didn't expect that I would be ruined by a book.

Mr. Fang Wai, you have caused me so much trouble.

He always opened up to his fiancée, and soon told Feng Hui about how he was so engrossed in reading.

Knowing that Lu Changtian was like this because of reading, Feng Hui asked in confusion: "What book is so good?"

"Fang Wai's book is called The Way of the Sword, and it talks about sword cultivation."

"Is Mr. Fang Wai still writing books?"

"I was a little confused at first, but after reading it, I realized that the master is always the master. The book may be a little confusing at first, and the development of the plot is a little confusing, but after reading a few chapters, you can't stop. The character creation and the plot are both top-notch..."

Watching Lu Changtian talking incessantly about the contents of the book, even dancing when he got excited, his exaggerated performance not only failed to make Feng Hui feel relieved, but made her even more confused.

How could there be such a book?

She has also read quite a few novels, and she has read all of the most famous novels, "Lan Xin". She does get excited after reading some of the books.

But she had never been as excited as Lu Changtian.

Interrupting Lu Changtian's narration, she wanted to read "The Way of Sword" from the beginning.

Just as Lu Changtian said, the beginning of the article is full of a sense of fog. The delicate words slowly support a dark world, and the protagonist is a ray of light in the darkness, leading readers to explore the foggy world.

The protagonist has almost no psychological activities, and the whole process is cold and he has almost no reaction, but through the cold description, Feng Hui can perceive the warm and delicate side of the protagonist, a sword cultivator.

He would feel sad because of the death of a supporting character, he would linger in front of the grave, and beneath the cold swordsmanship there were undercurrents of emotions, all of which were expressed through words.

As the story progresses, the malice of the world sweeps in, and Feng Hui is horrified several times, but she also feels a great sense of security after seeing the protagonist.

At the end, when she saw the sword cultivator committing suicide to save the people, she put down the jade slip and felt melancholy for a long time.

Although she didn't like the tragic ending, she had to say that this was the best ending.

Moreover, it is hard to say that this ending is a tragedy. After all, the fog has dissipated, and the swordsman's will remains. This ending, which sublimates the theme, is more shocking than a comedy.

She had a lot to say, but didn't know where to start. The image of the swordsman appeared in front of her, making her remember him deeply.

The article did not describe the swordsman's appearance, only saying that he was a strong man wrapped in armor. However, the other party's temperament was deeply imprinted in Feng Hui's heart.

Putting down the jade slip, she sighed, "After reading this, I want to become a swordsman. Novels can be so exciting, so games are probably even more interesting."

"I had the same idea, so there shouldn't be any problem this time. I'll contact the workshop to make more jade slips now, and I hope we can have a good start in a dozen days."

"Okay, Changtian. I will also contact the bookseller and ask them to print the book as soon as possible, so as to create more momentum with this book."

After the division of labor, Feng Hui immediately printed the contents of the jade slip on paper, and then went to the largest bookseller in the Refining Pavilion.

The bookseller's surname is Tang, and people call him Boss Tang.

When Feng Hui found him, Boss Tang was carefully planning the future publishing plan. After hearing the announcement, he immediately stood up and came out to greet him.

Inviting the other party to take a seat, Boss Tang ordered someone to serve fragrant tea, and then asked, "Ms. Feng, I just wanted to see you recently. Lan Xin's new book is ready to be printed. I left a sample copy for you, and you can read it now."

The Feng and Lu families are both well-known families in the Equipment Refining Pavilion, and the descendants of the two families are intermarrying, so they will only prosper in the future, so Boss Tang also respects Feng Hui very much.

If it were in the past, Feng Hui would definitely be very happy and would read it on the spot.

But today, Feng Hui just asked someone to take it and read it. Then she took out the manuscript, handed it to Boss Tang and said, "This is the book of an elder I respect very much. Boss Tang, please take a look and give me some advice."

"The elders' books..."

Pinching his chin, Boss Tang began to consider Feng Hui's intentions.

He said he was an elder, but it was very likely that Feng Hui wrote it himself. He had seen this kind of thing a lot, some people wrote something themselves, but were embarrassed to say that it was written by themselves, and often came to him in the name of an elder to help him read the book.

Afterwards, no matter good or bad, they would choose to print some, which could be regarded as a consolation for their own interests.

Nodding slightly, Boss Tang felt that he understood what Feng Hui meant, so he smiled and said, "Then I have to take a look."

As he opened the manuscript, he made up his mind that no matter whether it was written well or badly, he would praise it.

This is not a difficult thing. After all, as a cultured person, his level of praising others is quite high.

Moreover, if the client is a big customer like Feng Hui, he would also be willing to help the other party print some books for free, as a way of making good connections.

He stopped after just reading the first few pages.

He glanced at Feng Hui beside him, then he shifted his gaze to the manuscript and said in his heart, "I didn't expect that Miss Feng has some literary talent."

The writing style at the beginning is different from the mainstream writing style, and it gives a different feeling when reading it.

Although he didn't know what others thought of it, he felt that this opening was full of mystery, which made him interested in reading on.

After a few more chapters, he paused again.

What is written here!

The gloomy atmosphere, the twisted monsters, it seems that the author has really been to those horrific places, and he describes each terrifying existence vividly.

If the protagonist had not given him a great sense of security, he swore that he really could not continue reading. Just reading the words made him want to cry.

After calming down, he continued reading.

Fight after fight, time and again, in the cold palace, betrayal and killing were everywhere, but the sword cultivator never stopped.

Boss Tang didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the end.

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, he cupped his hands and said to Feng Hui, "I am blind and don't know Buzhou Mountain. Miss Feng, who is this elder?"

Feng Hui looked at Boss Tang's expression and said with satisfaction, "Mr. Fang Wai."

"So it's him. That's amazing. Just give the book to me. I promise to give Miss Feng a satisfactory answer."

After signing a series of contracts with Feng Hui, Boss Tang rushed into his printing shop with the manuscript.

He called all the directors over and said to them, "Stop what you are doing and reprint this book! I want you to print 100,000 copies within 15 days!"

"So many!" a director exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't that all the print runs we have?"

"Boss Tang, Lan Xin's book is also being printed, and it's hard to squeeze in volume right now."

"That's right, Boss. You're asking everyone to prepare for the feast."

Faced with the doubts of his subordinates, Boss Tang did not say much, but distributed the manuscript to his subordinates and let them read it first.

In just half a quarter of an hour, everyone below fell silent.

They gathered together, staring at the manuscript intently, and from time to time someone would whisper, "Turn slowly, I want to read that page again."

The people in the outer layer stood on tiptoe like quails, while the people in the inner layer were bent over reading books. The entire printing house was extremely quiet, and the only sound was the rustling of pages turning.

When the last page was turned, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and looked slightly tipsy.

Finally, someone nodded and said, "This book really needs to be printed first."

"I will negotiate with the other teachers. I believe they will understand."

"Indeed, without further ado, let's get started."

"Isn't one hundred thousand a bit too few? Should we continue to work on it tonight?"

Looking at everyone who was getting active, Boss Tang nodded with satisfaction.

Excellent works are always scarce.

In front of excellent works, everything can give way.

(End of this chapter)