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

Zhu Wuyao took out a small piece of silver and handed it to the old man in front of him.

She was feeling kind-hearted today, and with money about to come into her account, she was somewhat moved to meet this grandfather and grandson she had met before.

In fact, it was thanks to that wooden plaque that she came up with the idea and truly became connected with the Star-Picking Tower.

Of course, there's no need to say these things, lest people harbor other ulterior motives.

“You should also think about your grandson. He’s almost ten years old. It’s not good for him to be begging and stealing from you all the time.”

"We still need to find him a proper job."

When Zhu Wuyao saw this child, he couldn't help but think of the child who died in front of the fortune-telling stall. The child was about the same age, with clear and bright eyes.

The old man saw the silver, quickly took it, and thanked him repeatedly.

Then he saw the girl's eyes, followed her gaze, and saw his grandson, whom he had taken in and who was now dressed in tattered clothes.

I felt a bit choked up, thinking it was time to find him a proper job.

That way, I can take care of myself in my old age!

When I looked up, the girl had already left, carrying a large black sword on her back.

Yesterday, when we were wielding our swords, Brother Shen said that cultivators should always carry their weapons with them so that they can develop a tacit understanding and use them more skillfully.

Therefore, Zhu Wuyao kept it by her bedside while sleeping last night.

It really did give me the feeling of a swordsman who never leaves his sword.

Seeing the increasing number of beggars at the entrance of Mohen Bookstore, and the readers queuing outside to buy the collections of essays, Zhu Wuyao had no choice but to join the queue.

If we just go in, wouldn't our identities be exposed?

People might guess that she is the author of the book, "Mr. Speechless".

Zhu Wuyao hadn't forgotten that when her storybook first appeared in the Canglang Anthology, groups of scholars came to the inn to criticize her.

Although she has now successfully entered the Qi Refining stage, she feels that apart from being able to use a few half-baked minor spells and having increased her combat power, her only remaining advantage is that she is relatively durable.

But the sheer number of people couldn't stop it.

All I could hear were people talking about her storybooks up ahead:

"I wonder what Mr. Wuyu wrote in this chapter. After Zhou Zhi was taken as a disciple by the Sword Master and had a powerful backer, will he lose his chivalrous spirit?"

"Hey, what are you saying? How could Mr. Wuyu write it like that? Zhou Zhi will definitely perform well in the sect, make some achievements, and after rising to a high position, he will lead his men to seek revenge!"

"But... I remember Zhou Zhi's dantian was shattered, how could he possibly achieve anything?"

"Brother, you're right. That's what I'm worried about too. Could it be that Zhou Zhi will end up as a power-hungry man?"

"Hmph! If that's really the case, I'll make sure Mr. Wuyu gives me an explanation. How could that chivalrous young Zhou Zhi be so eager for power?"

……

Listening to the cacophony of discussion around him, Zhu Wuyao crossed his arms and remained silent, quietly waiting in line.

A sense of superiority, as a writer who knows the ending in advance, arises spontaneously from my heart.

These people would never have imagined that Zhou Zhi would encounter a "hidden master" and receive a secret manual as a gift.

His "Moon Appreciation Sword Technique" brought him back into the ranks of young talents, stunning the audience during the sect's grand competition.

Even after a series of victories and when his sword intent was at its peak, he triggered a heavenly tribulation in full view of everyone to temper and reforge his mutated lightning spirit root.

That high-energy scene where the sword points to the heavens was exhilarating to watch.

Just then, she changed the subject, writing about an attack by foreign enemies, and how Zhou Zhi's sword immortal master was seriously injured while protecting him through his tribulation, and needed a spiritual herb growing in the Hidden Sword Secret Realm to survive.

Because his tribulation was interrupted and his spiritual root was not fully repaired, Zhou Zhi, grateful for his master's kindness, rushed to the secret realm without hesitation. However, he encountered an enemy as soon as he entered the secret realm.

To find out what happens next, please stay tuned for the next episode!

The writing is so convoluted and captivating that it's impossible to put it down.

The sequel to the manuscript that everyone so desperately wanted was currently in her sleeve. Readers who finished today's collection of articles would have to wait another ten days to find out what happened next.

I wonder what strange phenomena this manuscript will bring...

Thinking of the increasing number of beggars in Beixuan City, Zhu Wuyao quickly shook his head, trying to shake off the strange images.

This will surely inspire those facing adversity not to give up easily. As long as they don't forget their original intentions, good fortune may come their way someday.

This can be considered a good deed.

Zhu Wuyao couldn't help but feel a little expectant.

I managed to get through an hour of queuing by indulging in these random thoughts.

After making their purchases, the customers didn't leave immediately. Some pressed Manager Li for directions to Mr. Wuyu, while others left letters on the spot, asking Ink Trace Bookstore to pass them on to Mr. Wuyu.

Therefore, Mr. Silent was stuck outside the shop for an hour.

It was quite a struggle for her to finally squeeze in front of Manager Li. She glanced over and saw that the Ink Trace Bookstore had hired three assistants: one selling books, one collecting mail, and another calming down a customer. Zhu Wuyao was dazzled by the sight.

If she hadn't spent all her money on forging the sword a few days ago, why would she have rushed over today? In her previous life, this would have been like visiting a tourist attraction during a short holiday.

When Manager Li saw her, his eyes lit up, and he greeted her with a smile, without changing his expression:

"The guest has arrived. The set of writing implements you ordered a few days ago has arrived. Let me take you to the back room to get it."

Zhu Wuyao nodded. When Manager Li arrived at the back room and saw the thick stack of manuscripts, his face lit up with joy.

Manager Li delivered the three times the agreed-upon fee, and Zhu Wuyao's face lit up with joy.

The atmosphere inside the room instantly became joyful.

It was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"Miss Zhu, thanks to your patronage, our 'Canglang Anthology' has finally taken off!"

"We have achieved mutual benefit and win-win results, and we are also grateful for Mr. Li's help."

Her manuscript was placed first, which must have been specially instructed by Mr. Li. Zhu Wuyao was naturally grateful, especially since the cheap courtyard rented to her was a lifesaver in her immediate predicament.

Zhu Wuyao, eager to repay the favor, explained in detail his ideas on how to include short stories in the anthology, which Manager Li listened to with nodding approval.

Although he understood the general idea, he didn't know exactly what this "short story" looked like.

How can an entire story be written in just a few short chapters?

Those essays on strategy and classics are not many words long, but not many people want to see them in a collection of vernacular stories...

Zhu Wuyao thought about it and realized that her "Falling for Love" needed to have a positive impact on more people, while the pen name "Mr. Wuyu" mainly refers to novels that are enjoyable to read. Although it has many readers, its influence is not as profound.

Perhaps... I could create a new pseudonym and write some different articles.

This pen name needs to be distinguished from "speechless." With this in mind, Zhu Wuyao had an idea.

My new pen name is "Youdaoshi"!

Her eyes lit up; she was extremely satisfied with the newly come up with pen name and immediately promised to send over a short story as a sample in a few days.

After finishing up his business at the Ink Trace Bookstore, Zhu Wuyao got up to go home.

It was already late, and the sound of falling leaves could be heard in the wind.

As she listened to the cicadas chirping and felt the silver in her purse, she felt a gentle breeze and a sense of refreshment.

We walked to Jiangshuang Bridge.

Zhu Wuyao suddenly paused, then continued walking forward as if nothing had happened, one step, two steps...

Until it stops completely.

She looked around and a chill suddenly ran through her.

The sound of cicadas has disappeared.

There was silence.