Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Recently, Gu Lang took a trip to the territory of the Taibai Sect in the west.

With the Immortal Cultivation Conference approaching, I decided to visit Beixuan City first.

He didn't tell anyone when he came back, wanting to give Old Li a surprise.

To his surprise, as soon as he reached the vicinity of the Ink Trace Bookstore, he saw lanterns on both sides, illuminating his way home.

Gu Lang was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.

Sure enough, those who care about you will always find out news about you.

He wanted to surprise Mr. Li, and Mr. Li also made a grand entrance to welcome him back.

Is this... what it feels like to be missed?

A warm feeling welled up in his heart, and Gu Lang couldn't help but quicken his pace.

When they arrived at the Ink Trace Bookstore, he saw the servants dozing off, but he neither scolded them nor woke them up.

I'm sorry I came back late; Old Li must have been waiting for a long time!

I walked silently to the front hall, but there was no one there. However, I heard a lot of noise coming from the gate leading to the backyard. It sounded like a lively scene.

Gu Lang was so excited that he didn't have time to think things through and decided to make a grand entrance!

He kicked the door open and shouted:

"Elder Li! This young hero is back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened, and Gu Lang was stunned by the scene before him.

The once noisy banquet hall fell completely silent in an instant.

Gu Lang was left alone, still in the position of kicking the door, facing this awkward situation.

……

!

Gu Lang took a deep breath and slowly placed the raised foot on the ground.

"Haha... everyone, have a good meal and drinks. That was just a little interlude to liven things up."

No matter how unreliable he was, he was still raised by the Gu family. With just one glance, he immediately realized that he had guessed wrong and gave himself a way out.

His eyes quickly scanned the room, noticing that each person had a storybook on their table.

"I was just imitating Zhou Zhi from 'Sword Immortal Master,' right? How was it? Did it look like him?"

As he spoke, Gu Lang forced himself to walk into the room, pretending not to be embarrassed.

He glanced at Old Li and saw him wiping away cold sweat. Considering the commotion before he entered, he understood everything.

Were they arguing and you interrupted them?

A sense of responsibility welled up in Gu Lang's heart instantly. Although he and his father had been at odds recently, they were still surnamed Gu after all.

How can you argue on his property!

Gu Lang straightened up instantly, walked to the center of the platform, gripped his sword, raised his head, and said:

"The reason I imitated Zhou Zhi's entrance is because Ink Trace Bookstore is about to hold a new gathering—"

"Imitate your favorite characters from the storybooks, put on their clothes, assume their identities, and walk onto Xulan Street!"

"I will be waiting for you all on the third day of this month!"

After speaking, he clasped his sword and bowed.

He pulled Old Li over and said:

"Manager Li will be imitating the Sword Immortal Master. How about it? Doesn't it look very similar?"

Gu Lang concocted a gathering in just a few words, leaving Zhu Wuyao amazed.

Isn't this just cosplay?

Sure enough, people can come up with anything when they're pushed to the limit!

Lady Sun became interested and stopped arguing with others, immediately saying:

"If Manager Li is going to imitate the Sword Immortal Master, then I'll imitate Ming Chi. She suits my taste the best!"

"Haha, this gathering sounds interesting. I'm going to imitate the beggar who was saved by Zhou Zhi!"

"Alright, since you're a beggar, then I'll carve a wooden sword for you and use it to bully you, hehehe."

……

A dispute vanished without a trace, and the hawthorn feast finally came to a successful conclusion.

Manager Li was very tired.

He had intended to resolve the conflict between the readers of Youdaoshi and Wuyuxian, but unexpectedly, the argument only escalated.

Gu Lang already knew about the new storybook at the hawthorn banquet. He was extremely anxious and had to work with Manager Li to maintain the atmosphere.

Once the event was over, he immediately took up the "outer gate servant" job.

He also got there first, reading the subsequent chapters that Old Li hadn't had time to read.

Zhu Wuyao, drawing on her past life's role-playing experience, offered suggestions to Mr. Li.

For example, what—

Find someone to tailor clothes and accessories that fit the character's image, make some souvenirs, and set up a food stall on the day...

Unfortunately, Gu Lang's impromptu improvisation was rushed, and he couldn't prepare thoroughly.

However, the group was in good spirits and even planned to bring along Madam Sun and others to seize the initiative.

Finally, Zhu Wuyao said earnestly:

"Mr. Li, you've opened Pandora's box!"

"What magic box? What do you mean by that?"

That's a bit unfair to Manager Li. If we're talking about influence, it was Zhu Wuyao who disrupted the progress of the times.

She pondered for a moment and said:

"Since it has already happened, there is no room for regret. The pursuit and worship of an individual is a very dangerous thing."

"In particular, I am not a literary master, nor can I serve as a role model in terms of knowledge and character."

Manager Li understood what he was saying.

He sighed deeply and said:

"I have witnessed its power today. Fortunately, my friends at the Hawthorn Banquet only have an excessive fondness for Mr. Silent and are inevitably protective of him, but they know right from wrong and will not do anything too extreme."

Then he said:

"I will try my best to suppress this matter and make everyone pay more attention to the quality of the storybooks themselves, rather than praising or idolizing specific writers."

Zhu Wuyao nodded, "That's the best way."

Just like in her past life, she liked many songs, but most of the time she couldn't remember who sang them.

Thinking of this, she frowned slightly and said:

"What I fear is that someone with ulterior motives will notice this and deliberately do such a thing."

Manager Li immediately realized:

"Tianya Zi?"

Zhu Wuyao nodded. Before realizing that Mr. Wuyu and Youdao were two different people with the intention of creating a star, Qingzhai Wenji was unconsciously building momentum and reputation for Tianya Zi.

However, she knew too little about this circle in her previous life, so when the signs appeared today, she suddenly saw the turbulent undercurrent beneath the clear water.

If Shopkeeper Wu Cang has grasped the essence of "idols," and his actions are deliberate yet impure, especially since the scribe is someone who wields a pen...

Zhu Wuyao also couldn't see the future clearly.

Manager Li nodded solemnly and said:

"I'll pay attention."

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After leaving the Ink Trace Bookstore, they met up with Hua Yingting and prepared to return to the mountain.

Before going to Zhongling City, she wanted to try refining the Wufeng Sword and then use the remaining contribution points and spirit stones in her hand to exchange for the Hidden Trace Manual or Escape Technique.

Hua Yingting, holding the reins in his hand, seemed to be in a good mood and said upon meeting:

"Ah Yao, do you know that Granny Feng of Chunhui Hall treats me differently!"

It turned out that the old woman's surname was Feng. The two mounted their horses, and Zhu Wuyao asked:

"How can this be seen?"

"She's given me another problem!"

"Hmm? If they're treating you differently, shouldn't they be giving you guidance and instruction?"

"Ah Yao, you don't understand. There are so many ways to make things difficult for people, but Granny Feng chose a way that would allow me to understand new things. This shows that she cares about me!"

Zhu Wuyao gasped for breath, realizing this idea sounded strangely familiar...

Indeed, only magic can defeat magic!