The summer wind brought with it a bit of heat as it passed through the hall.
Sun Mo walked among the bookshelves, occasionally taking out a book and flipping a few pages.
Zheng Qingfang sat on the wooden chair and didn't even blink. His originally casual actions gradually became gentler as he was deeply afraid of damaging the manuscripts.
Honestly speaking, when Zheng Qingfang saw the first sentence of the opening, he felt disdain and felt that Sun Mo was bragging.
The writing was simple and straightforward. The description was accurate, but there was no literary talent to speak of. To put it bluntly, it was just plain words.
But as he continued reading, he felt that it was interesting.
A divine stone gathered the spirit qi of heaven and earth and nurtured a spirit embryo. When a wild monkey broke out from the stone and soared into the sky, Zheng Qingfang was so shocked that he was speechless.
The main character was actually a monkey?
No? It was the main character's pet, right?
The main character's appearance was so novel, jumping out from the stone? Zheng Qingfang had read novels for tens of years and had never seen such a thing before.
...
Zheng Qingfang could be considered to have read a lot of books, but this opening made him give a high score of 9 points. He was extremely satisfied.
It was lacking a point because the literary talent was too poor.
Upon thinking of this, Zheng Qingfang wanted nothing more than to change it. He had truly ruined this opening. But as he continued reading, Zheng Qingfang couldn't be bothered to think about other things anymore. He was completely immersed in the story.
Journey to the West, Monkey King was born!
Roaming the world, seeking longevity and immortality!
Zheng Qingfang stroked his beard happily when he saw this wild monkey gambling with the other monkeys, becoming the first to enter the Water Curtain Cave, subduing all the monkeys and calling himself the Monkey King. After that, he saw the monkeys growing old and dying. The Monkey King was greatly shocked and continued to roam the world, seeking longevity. He couldn't help but reveal a desolate expression.
Longevity?
How difficult was that?
Zheng Qingfang laughed out loud when he saw how the wild monkey had suffered along the way, made a fool of itself, and created many harmless troubles.
It was only after the wild monkey drifted for several years and came to the Spirit Platform Mountain Fangcun where it became the disciple of Old Ancestor Subhuti that Zheng Qingfang finally heaved a sigh of relief.
"I can finally learn martial arts!"
However, Zheng Qingfang's breath quickly returned to normal, and he began to feel nervous. After all, how could there be a way to achieve immortality in this world?
However, before Zheng Qingfang could be disappointed, he saw that the wild monkey had the taboo name of Sun Wukong. It had also learned the 72 Transformations and the Somersault Cloud that could flip 108,000 li in a single somersault.
At that moment, this old man, who was already over seventy years old, couldn't help but slap the table and cheer as he recalled his youth.
Lu Zhiruo squatted at the side, wanting to wait for the old man to finish reading it before she read it again. However, he didn't even bear to let go of the manuscript he had read. It was simply too infuriating.
Fight the demons, take back the Water Curtain Cave, go to the East Sea, get the Ruyi Jingu Bang, go to the Netherworld, change the Book of Life and Death, and then fight the generals of the Heavenly Courts …
Seeing Sun Wukong locked up in Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace, Zheng Qingfang's heart skipped a beat. After that, he cultivated the Fiery Eyes of Truth and wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, turning the world upside down.
This time, Zheng Qingfang could not hold it in any longer. He abruptly stood up, slammed the table, and shouted, "How bold!"
...
Time slowly passed. Zheng Qingfang was completely immersed in the story, accompanying Tripitaka and the others on their journey to the west to obtain scriptures.
What literary talent?
Sorry, Zheng Qingfang had long since forgotten about it. In his eyes, there were only the four of them and the 87 tribulations!
All of a sudden, Zheng Qingfang's hand became empty. Where was the manuscript? It was gone? It was actually gone? He turned his head with a swoosh and stared at the bookshelves, calling out in a hoarse voice.
"Where's the next part?"
Lu Zhiruo, who was at the side, jumped in fright and took a few steps back.
Sun Mo didn't reply.
Zheng Qingfang walked quickly, leaping over a few bookshelves and found Sun Mo. He impatiently grabbed Sun Mo's hand and asked, "Where's the next part? Sun Wukong actually destroyed the ginseng fruit tree. Most probably, he's going to have a huge battle with the Zhenyuan Immortal, right? "
Sun Mo smiled and pulled away Zheng Qingfang's hand that was grabbing onto him.
"Just say it!"
Zheng Qingfang was anxious to death.
"Is it nice?"
Sun Mo counter-asked.
"Nice!"
"Very nice!"
"Too nice!"
Zheng Qingfang praised Sun Mo three times in a row. His right hand stroked the manuscript. It had been a very long time since he read such a good story. It felt like he was drinking fine wine.
"Right? Right? "
Lu Zhiruo hid behind the bookshelf and was grinning from ear to ear. She had an excited look on her face. "I told you so. Teacher Sun's writing is extremely good!"
The papaya girl felt honored as well.
"Teacher Sun?" Zheng Qingfang surveyed Sun Mo. "Which school are you from?"
"The Central Province Academy!"
Sun Mo formally introduced himself.
Zheng Qingfang invited Sun Mo to sit down and personally poured tea for him. Even Lu Zhiruo got a cup of tea.
"Sorry, sorry. It has been a very long time since I read such a good book and I forgot the time."
Seeing that it was getting late, Zheng Qingfang felt very awkward.
"In that case, can you publish 1,000 books?"
Sun Mo smiled and asked.
"Yes, it's totally possible!"
Zheng Qingfang immediately nodded. After that, he shook his head. "Can you polish up this literary talent a little more?"
"No!"
Sun Mo's reply was clean. What a joke, he couldn't write classical literature.
Actually, Sun Mo's literary talent was quite good. He had also published a few essays and poems in school. But in the eyes of people from ancient times, it wasn't enough.
"Sigh, it's a pity!"
Zheng Qingfang sighed and cast a deep glance at Sun Mo. His meaning was very simple. How good would it be if such a good story was paired with a gorgeous writing style?
"Pardon me for speaking bluntly, but what's the point of writing novels?"
Sun Mo didn't wish to be looked down on. Hence, he retaliated.
"Read!"
Zheng Qingfang smiled.
"That's right. Written in this kind of vernacular, even the old women in the countryside can understand it. That's the best ending for this story."
Sun Mo shrugged.
Zheng Qingfang was stunned. He didn't know how to refute Sun Mo's words. (That's right, this is a novel. It's born to be read by people. It isn't like those ancient and modern classics written by saints and great sages. Only scholars would read them.)
Sun Mo drank his tea.
Lu Zhiruo also imitated Zheng Qingfang and picked up her teacup. She felt very happy seeing her teacher making this bookstore uncle speechless!
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Lu Zhiruo + 5.
Prestige connection with Lu Zhiruo: Friendly (183/1,000).
"Uncle Zheng, look, it's getting late..."
Sun Mo didn't finish his sentence. It was getting late, and he wanted to sign the contract, take the money, and leave.
"Oh, I was careless!"
Zheng Qingfang opened the drawer and took out a bell, shaking it.
Very soon, an old servant walked in from the backyard.
"Go, prepare a sumptuous banquet."
Zheng Qingfang was prepared to talk to Sun Mo through the night. No matter what, he had to dig out the contents of the story. "Oh right, bring another 1,000 taels of silver over!"
The old servant was well-trained and capable in doing things.
Very soon, a table full of dishes was prepared.
Ever since Sun Mo came to Jinling, he hadn't eaten a sumptuous meal in a restaurant before. But just by looking at the dishes, he knew that they weren't cheap.
A tray of silver ingots was also placed on the table. There were a total of 20 silver ingots, each worth 50 taels of silver. Under the illumination of the butter candles, the silver ingots glistened brightly.
"Old Scholar Tree Workshop's aged fine wine, have a taste!"
Zheng Qingfang poured a cup of wine.
"Thank you, Uncle Zheng, for your hospitality."
Sun Mo drank it in a single gulp and returned a toast to Zheng Qingfang. After that, he turned the cup upside down and placed it on the table. "Sorry, I can't hold my liquor well!"
Zheng Qingfang was a magnanimous person. He didn't feel that Sun Mo wasn't manly enough just because of his actions. After saying that he was free, he started to drink by himself.
Today, he had coincidentally obtained a good book. If he didn't drink until he was drunk, he would be letting down this [Journey to the West].
"Eat by yourself!"
Seeing that Lu Zhiruo was a little reserved, Sun Mo picked up a piece of beef for her.
"En!"
The papaya girl felt warmth in her heart. However, she was very obedient. When she saw that Zheng Qingfang's cup was empty, she took the initiative to pour more wine for him.
Zheng Qingfang didn't bother about trifles. There were many fewer rules at the dining table, and everyone enjoyed themselves to the fullest.
After three rounds of wine, he pushed the tray filled with silver ingots to Sun Mo. "Look at my memory. Now, all these silver ingots are yours."
"I've said it before, I don't sell my manuscript."
Sun Mo rejected. This was a huge sum of money, but it wasn't enough to buy [Journey to the West].
"Look at what you're saying. Even if I'm blind, I wouldn't think that 1,000 taels of silver would be enough to buy this book. This is just for your living expenses. I hope that you won't delay writing your book because of the daily necessities of life."
Zheng Qingfang explained, "As for the royalties, don't worry. We will calculate it separately."
"I can't, can't accept it!"
Sun Mo ate a mouthful of food and pushed the tray back.
"Sun Mo, I'll be arrogant and call you little friend." Zheng Qingfang looked at Sun Mo and revealed his emotions. "It's too difficult to obtain a good book. It's even more difficult to obtain a good book that you love so much that you can't put it down. Little Friend Sun, please accept my good intentions. I only hope that I can read the later contents as soon as possible. "
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Zheng Qingfang + 10.
Prestige connection with Zheng Qingfang unlocked. Current state: Neutral (10/100).
Sun Mo was speechless. Even the system notification rang out. This meant that Zheng Qingfang really liked this book and admired him. He wasn't playing tricks just to get the manuscript for [Journey to the West]. (However, isn't the speed at which you became a fan a little too fast?)
(At the very least, wait until you finish reading the complete version of [Journey to the West] before becoming my fan, alright?)
(If you do this, I'll feel proud!)
Although the story outline of [Journey to the West] didn't change, the words were all written by him. Moreover, for some of the plots and characters, he had also added in some of his own ideas. This couldn't be considered plagiarism, right?
Honestly speaking, as a teacher, Sun Mo was very resistant to such actions. If it wasn't for the fact that he spent money too quickly, he wouldn't have written [Journey to the West].
But then again, it was also a very good thing to let the natives of Middle-Earth Nine Provinces have a taste of the literary classics of the Hua Clan.
Zheng Qingfang pushed the tray over again. After that, he couldn't help but pick up the manuscript and read it again. He couldn't help but praise it. It was really good!
After that, his expression turned to one of disappointment. Sigh, if he couldn't see a book of this standard in the future, wouldn't his life be boring?
Zheng Qingfang gave Sun Mo money because he had some selfish motives. Other than wanting to read the latter half of [Journey to the West] as soon as possible, he also wanted to read [Dragonball] and [Transformers]. From the looks of this shocking novel, the other two wouldn't be too bad either.
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