Chapter 133 Excellent Work (25)
After sighing with emotion, Lu Changtian read the novel over and over again several times. It was not until he saw that the sky turned white and his family came to urge him to eat that he reluctantly put it down. Book.
The Foundation Establishment disciple can already use elixirs instead of food, and it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t eat for a few days. However, his fiancée has just advanced from a mortal to a monk, and her eating habits have not changed yet. She has three meals a day. Still business as usual.
At the dinner table, Lu Changtian would be distracted from time to time, then pick up his chopsticks and say inexplicably: "The Great Sun Evil Sword", Feng Hui who was watching on the side was quite confused.
After finishing the meal, she asked someone to remove the bowls and chopsticks, then pulled Lu Changtian and asked, "Changtian, what's wrong with you?"
Recalling his behavior at the dinner table, Lu Changtian blushed a little.
I have always attached great importance to etiquette, but I didn’t expect that my merit would be broken because of a book.
Mr. Fang Wai, you have hurt me.
In front of his fiancée, he always talked about everything, and he soon told Feng Hui about his obsession with reading.
Knowing that Lu Changtian looked like this because of reading a book, Feng Hui asked doubtfully: "What book is so good-looking?"
"Fang Wai's book, titled "The Way of the Sword," is about sword cultivation."
"Does Mr. Fang Wai still write books?"
"I was a little confused at first. , but after reading it, I realized that an expert has always been an expert. The book may be a little confusing at first, and the development of the plot is a bit confusing, but after reading a few chapters, you can't stop reading it. The development of the characters. Both the plot and the plot are top-notch..."
Looking at Lu Changtian talking endlessly about the content of the book, he even danced when he talked about the exciting parts. The exaggerated performance not only did not make Feng Hui feel relieved, but actually More confused.
How can such a book exist?
She has also read a lot of novels. She has never read the most famous novel "Lan Xin". She will indeed be very excited after reading some books.
But she had never been as excited as Lu Changtian.
Interrupting Lu Changtian's narration, she wanted to read "The Way of the Sword" and read it from the beginning.
As Lu Changtian said, the beginning of the article is full of a sense of fog. The delicate words slowly prop up a dark world, and the protagonist is a ray of light in the darkness, leading readers to explore A misty world.
The protagonist has almost no psychological activity, and the whole process is cold and almost unresponsive. However, through the cold description, Feng Hui can understand the warm and delicate side of the protagonist as a swordsman.
He will be sentimental because of the death of a supporting character, he will stay in front of the grave, and there are undercurrents of emotions under the cold swordsmanship, and these are all expressed through words.
As the story progresses, the malice of the world sweeps across the world. Feng Hui was horrified several times, but she felt a great sense of security after seeing the protagonist.
At the end, when she saw Jian Xiu committing suicide to save the people, she put down the jade slip and felt sad for a long time.
Although she didn’t like the tragic ending, she had to say that this was the best ending.
And this ending can hardly be called a tragedy. After all, the fog dissipates and the sword cultivator's will will last forever. This kind of ending that sublimates the theme is more shocking than a comedy.
She had a lot to say, but she didn't know where to start. The image of Jian Xiu appeared in front of her, making her remember him deeply.
The article did not describe the appearance of the sword cultivator. It just said that he was a strong man wrapped in armor, but the other person'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, and games are probably more interesting."
"I think the same way, So there should be no problem this time. I will contact the workshop to make more jade slips, and hope to have a good start in ten days."
"Okay, I'll go too. Contact booksellers and ask them to print this book as soon as possible and try to use this book to create more momentum.”
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 his future publishing plan. After hearing the announcement, he immediately stood up and came out to welcome him.
Invite the other party to take a seat, Boss Tang ordered people to serve fragrant tea, and then asked: "Miss Feng, I just wanted to see you recently. Lan Xin's new book is ready to be printed, and I left a copy for you. You can read the sample issue now.”
The Feng family and the Lu family are both famous in the Lianqi Pavilion. The descendants of the two families are getting married, and they will only prosper in the future, so Boss Tang is also quite happy. To respect Feng Hui.
If it were the past, Feng Hui would definitely be very happy and read it on the spot.
But today, Feng Hui just asked someone to go back and read it, and then took out the manuscript and handed it to Boss Tang and said: "This is the book of an elder I respect very much. Boss Tang, please read it. Then give me some advice.”
“The elder’s book...”
Pinching his chin, Boss Tang began to consider Feng Hui’s intentions.
It is said to be an elder, but it is very likely that it was written by Feng Hui himself. He has seen this kind of thing a lot. Some people have written something themselves, but are embarrassed to say that they wrote it themselves. They often come over in the name of their elders and ask him to help them read the book.
Afterwards, no matter good or bad, they will choose to print some, which can 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."
Opening the manuscript, he made up his mind , no matter whether the writing is good or bad, he will praise it well.
This kind of thing is not difficult. After all, as a cultural person, his level of praise is not low.
And if it was a big customer like Feng Hui, he would also be willing to help him print some books for free, which was regarded as a good relationship.
He stopped just after reading the first few pages.
Looking sideways at Feng Hui, he shifted his gaze to the manuscript and said in his heart: "I didn't expect that Miss Feng still has some literary talent."
The writing style at the beginning is the same as The mainstream writing style is different, and you will have a different feeling when reading it.
Although he didn't know what others thought, he felt that this opening was full of mystery, which made him interested in reading.
After a few more chapters, he stopped again.
What is written here!
The cold atmosphere, the twisted monsters, the person who wrote the book seems to have really been to those terrifying places, and brought each terrifying existence to life.
If the protagonist hadn't given him a great sense of security, he would have sworn that he really wouldn't be able to read anymore. Just reading the text makes people want to cry.
After calming down, he continued reading.
Fight after fight, fight after fight, betrayal and killing followed each other in the cold palace, but the sword cultivator never stopped.
After watching the end, Boss Tang breathed a sigh of relief.
Wiping the cold sweat off his head, he cupped his hands and said to Feng Hui: "I am blind and blind, Miss Feng, who is this elder?"
Feng Hui looked at Boss Tang's expression and said with satisfaction: "Mr. Fang Wai."
"It turns out it's him, he's amazing. I'll give this book to me, and 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 in hand.
Calling all the directors over, he said to everyone: "Stop what you are doing and print this book! Within fifteen days, I want you to print 100,000 copies!"< br>
“So many!” A director shouted in surprise, “Isn’t that all our printing volume!”
“Boss Tang, Lan Xin’s book is also being printed, but not now. It’s so crowded.”
“That’s right, boss, you are preparing to eat.”
Faced with the doubts of his subordinates, Boss Tang did not say much, but divided the manuscript and let his subordinates read it first.
In just half a quarter of an hour, the people below fell silent.
They gathered together, looking at the manuscript intently. From time to time, someone would shout softly: "Slow down, I want to read that page again."
Outer layer The people stood on tiptoe like quails, while the people inside were bent over reading books. The entire printing shop was extremely quiet, and only the rustling of pages could be heard.
When the last page was turned, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and looked slightly tipsy.
Finally, someone nodded and said: "This book must be printed first."
"I will negotiate with other teachers. I believe they can understand."
"Indeed, it is not appropriate. Chi, let’s get started.”
“Isn’t one hundred thousand copies a little too little? Do you want us to continue working at night?”
Looking at the people who were getting excited, Boss Tang nodded with satisfaction. nod.
Excellent works are always rare.
In front of excellent works, everything can give way.
(End of this chapter)