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

As soon as the door was opened, Mr. Li's eyes lit up, as if he had seen a Bodhisattva who could save him from suffering!

"Miss Zhu, you're finally back!"

Heaven knows how hard he has been these past ten days. The manuscript that Miss Zhu sent before she left was only enough for three issues of the Canglang Anthology.

By the fourth episode, it was over!

It was bad enough that his small shop was lost, but if it weren't for his skills, Li Fuwei would have almost lost his life!

Adding to the absurdity, luckily he was quick-witted and ran away with Radish to seek refuge.

This is the awareness of a seasoned veteran.

Even so, his guestbook was filled with messages urging Mr. Silent to start writing soon.

"Miss Zhu, you must have brought the manuscript."

Looking into Mr. Li's expectant little eyes, Zhu Wuyao suddenly felt a pang of conscience and changed the subject:

"Well, it's quite a coincidence. I ran into robbers on the road and they stole my manuscript! What a mess this is..."

As it turns out, trust between people can be destroyed in the blink of an eye, Mr. Li said, squinting his small eyes.

"I don't believe you unless you tell me what happens next."

No matter how Zhu Wuyao looked at that aggressive gaze, she could only glean one sentence—

You think you can make this up?! Let's see how you make it up!

"Cough... Tomorrow, definitely tomorrow!"

But Li Fuwei clearly didn't want to let Zhu Wuyao's conscience off the hook. He took out three booklets and said:

"Mr. Speechless! Look at these readers, they're eagerly awaiting your storybooks, they can't eat or sleep properly..."

In addition, Zhou Zhi in that story met a powerful elder in the library.

After that issue of Canglang's Anthology sold out, the way his readers looked at him started to change.

Especially! Especially when they came to besiege Mohen Bookstore, the way he moved around made some people believe that he was not simple.

It's one thing for a few people to want to work as servants at Mohen Bookstore, but there are even people who guard the bookstore every day when it's open.

He wanted to serve himself tea and water...

Li Fuwei felt a jolt run through him, realizing that things were getting a bit out of hand.

He was just a lonely old man!

So, taking advantage of the dark and windy night, he decisively took the radish and quietly slipped away.

He only sneaked back when the Star-Picking Tower disciple assessment began and attracted Bei Xuancheng's attention, waiting for Miss Zhu.

Zhu Wuyao looked at the three thick volumes in front of him, opened the first page, and saw countless messages left under pseudonyms—

Xia Wanxing: Hahaha, I'm number one!

Ragged Immortal: How did it end here! Quickly, get the book lover a pen and write more!

Qiong: You scoundrel! Why haven't you written the next episode yet!

Loves pickled cabbage: It's been ten days and there's still no next episode. Even my cows don't get as much rest as you!

The storm is coming: I won't grab you by the collar and make you write quickly. Come back first, and we'll talk it over.

Banana: Sigh, I'm lucky to have found a good storybook, but the bad news is, it's actually a collection of Canglang stories...

Zhou Shusheng: Good heavens! As long as the writer continues to write, this story will surely spread throughout Nanli City.

Lucky cat: It looks great! You must work hard!

……

Zhu Wuyao glanced at it and suddenly felt a pang of conscience. She coughed and closed the guestbook as if nothing had happened.

"The weather is nice today."

Li Fuwei glanced at her, then handed her a small booklet, saying, "This booklet is full of insults directed at you."

Zhu Wuyao looked at him curiously and asked:

"That's all?"

She looked at the thickness of the three rolls, then at the thickness of this small roll, and suddenly realized that she could continue to make money this way.

Li Fuwei seemed unsure what to say and asked:

"Is this considered a small amount?"

No ordinary writer has ever been criticized by so many people that their names could be compiled into a book!

Zhu Wuyao didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Her writing style was groundbreaking and unprecedented, so it was inevitable that it would be controversial.

Ironically, the small number of readers who expressed dissatisfaction was somewhat unexpected.

Could it be that the readers in Nanli City are exceptionally tolerant?

"Most of what's said here is that you're uneducated and your writing is crude. Aren't you going to take a look?"

Zhu Wuyao shook her head. She was a writer of storybooks, not essays. Pointing to the volume with the "bad reviews," she said:

"Even if I read them, it won't change anything. I can't just stop writing because of these book reviews."

She glanced at the three volumes of literary reviews urging her to pick up her pen quickly, and continued with a smile:

"Wouldn't I be letting down even more friends?"

Moreover, even those who gave her bad reviews had bought the book and paid for it.

Zhu Wuyao did not forget her original intention. She was penniless and wanted to earn some money, which is why she picked up a pen and chose this profession.

In this life, life can be summed up in four words: Never forget your original aspiration!

She returned from Beixuan City, penniless once again. How could she let a "bad review" corrupt her Daoist heart?

Zhu Wuyao took away the radish that Shen Anzhi had helped him leave there, eager to go home and working late into the night.

Ah... If only I could take out that magical calligraphy brush and use it.

As soon as she got home, she realized that she had forgotten to tell Mr. Li about her new pen name.

Although he had returned to Beixuan City, there was also Mohen Bookstore in Nanli City, where he could use Mr. Li to revive the pen name "Youdaoshi".

They're located in the south and the north respectively, so people won't associate them together.

Little did he know, Li Fuwei had just received a new storybook from Nanli City.

He looked at the book title—"The Immortal in the Mortal World".

He nodded slightly. Recently, Canglang's collected works have once again come into the view of literati. Perhaps it is because of the great response to Mr. Wuyu's storytelling that many writers have begun to imitate his writing style.

But it always lacks a sense of naturalness!

Although Miss Zhu wrote in vernacular Chinese, the writing flowed smoothly, as if she had never been to school.

But when others learn it, it gives the impression that they are clearly cultured but pretend to be illiterate.

It's like wearing a fancy robe to beg – completely out of place!

It's better to stick to your own writing style.

This "as the saying goes" is quite good; it's probably just the wind from Beixuan City that hasn't reached Nanli yet.

The book title is fairly standard.

But upon turning the first page, Li Fuwei sighed, "This... is yet another book written in vernacular Chinese?"

But after patiently reading through the first few sentences, Li Fuwei exclaimed "Eh!"

Although written in vernacular Chinese, it has a very natural feel to it!

Hey, it seems "Mr. Speechless" has met his match.

He was determined to show Miss Zhu this storybook properly when she came over next time.

Young people, you still can't be too proud and complacent.

Little did they know, there are always stronger people out there, so they should be more humble and not take advantage of their abilities to delay their work.

Li Fuwei smiled smugly, imagining how shocked Miss Zhu would be upon seeing this story.

One needs an opponent to motivate writing.

I wonder if Miss Zhu, after being stimulated, will be able to write tens of thousands of words overnight!