Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"Master, Mr. Nan is here!" In the box of Beifenglou, Ji Zhong walked in with Nan Yuanxi who had just stepped off the stage.

Nan Yuanxi saw Chen Luo, thinking that the other party wanted to tell him a piece of "A Brief Biography of Zhong Kui" alone, after all, he had seen many such things in the past two days, so he handed over his hands: "This son, "A Brief Biography of Zhong Kui" It’s too exhausting, and I can only perform once the next day. If you want to see it, please wake up early tomorrow and come back.”

Chen Luo didn't respond yet, Ji Zhong first laughed. Chen Luo glanced at Ji Zhong, stood up and saluted: "Mr. Nan, here is Chen Luo."

"Oh, Young Master Chen, next... what? Chen Luo? Which Chen Luo?"

"Under Wan Anbo, Chen Luo!"

Nan Yuanxi looked at Chen Luo up and down and blurted out, "What evidence do you have?"

Ji Zhong: "I can prove it!"

Chen Luo smiled lightly and whispered, "Zhong Kui!"

Immediately, a black fog rose behind Chen Luo, and Zhong Kui's shadow loomed in the black fog.

Nan Yuanxi could see clearly the burly figure and hideous face in the dark fog, and instantly recognized that this figure was the Zhong Kui he played every day for the past two days. With Zhong Kui Shuling with him, the person in front of him is really Wan Anbo Chen Luo!

Nan Yuanxi hurriedly bowed deeply: "Student Nan Yuanxi, who has eyes but does not know Mount Tai, has seen Wan Anbo!"

Chen Luo waved his hand, Zhong Kui disappeared and went to rest again. Chen Luo helped Nan Yuanxi with a smile on his face: "It's okay. Mr. Nan, I heard you wake up early today, it's good!"

Nan Yuanxi's face was flushed. Chen Luo had long been his idol. When Chen Luo praised him, he felt that his bones were lightened by three points. He quickly waved his hand: "It's the uncle's article that is well written..."

"No, I'm not talking about "The Brief Biography of Zhong Kui", I'm talking about Mr. Di Bao's analysis, very good!"

Nan Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then a layer of excitement surged in his heart. Generally speaking, when a noble person says this, then they have to ask themselves whether they are willing to follow.

This is the rhythm to close the staff!

"Do you have any friends as good as you?"

"I will!"

The words of the two came out almost at the same time, and they both looked at each other in surprise.

"What would you like?"

"Did Uncle ask me to recommend friends?"

Again in unison.

Chen Luo sorted out his emotions and let Nan Yuanxi sit down.

"Mr. Nan, this is the case. I plan to start a newspaper, which will include content such as Xing Zao Shuo Wen. Let the gentlemen's eloquent speeches be presented in words."

"Of course, you can wake up and say it early, then go back and sort it out, and finally form a text and publish it in the newspaper."

"I intend to hire a gentleman to be the first editor-in-chief of this new newspaper, who is responsible for selecting the appropriate content of the speech. I will be responsible for the work location, and the monthly salary..."

"Wait a minute!" Nan Yuanxi interrupted Chen Luo's words, got up and saluted, and said, "I respect my uncle, but Yuan Xi is still a Confucian disciple, and he still knows the truth that the poor cannot be moved. I'll talk about it when I wake up. It is to speak up for the sky, to explain the policies of the court and the affairs of the world to the people of Limin, and it is barely a preacher. How can such remarks be kept on the same page as the news of the brothel and the businessmen. …”

After speaking, Nan Yuanxi turned around and wanted to leave, but Ji Zhongheng took a step forward and blocked Nan Yuanxi's way. Chen Luo quickly explained: "Mr. Nan misunderstood, the new newspaper I want to run is not a draft one."

"Isn't it a draft report?" Nan Yuanxi looked at Chen Luo suspiciously, "What is that?"

Chen Luo smiled and said: "The draft newspapers are vulgar, they are just scraps of paper; the newspapers are elegant, but the price is too high, and they are only aimed at Confucian disciples. I want to create a new newspaper for the common people, so that they can afford, Like to see, valuable!"

As soon as Chen Luo's voice fell, the entire indoor space was slightly suffocated, Ji Zhong raised his head and seemed to find something, but he couldn't find a trace. One hand clenched the hilt of the broken sword at his waist, just in case.

Nan Yuanxi was also a little shocked. He couldn't imagine what kind of newspaper this was, and asked, "Can we do it by talking about it?"

Chen Luo shook his head: "Of course not. At present, my new newspaper only has two parts, one part is the eye-catching articles that I want to publish, and the other part is reserved for me to publish the articles I wrote. ."

The doubts on Nan Yuanxi's face dissipated: "Uncle, did you want to use the new newspaper to complete 'Liyan'? It's useless, 'Liyan' needs the approval of heaven, and Yawen must be used!"

"Of course Yawen is Yawen, but... it's not 'Liyan', it's a story!"

"story?"

"Yes, a story even better than "The Brief Biography of Zhong Kui"!"

Nan Yuanxi stared blankly at Chen Luo. He had read the classics of sages and sages for half his life, and already felt that the short 200 words of "Zhong Kui Biography" were enough to give people enough imagination. How could there be a better story?

Ji Zhong, who was behind Nan Yuanxi, let out a contemptuous laugh with a proud face.

Chen Luo thought for a while and said, "This matter is not urgent. I have to communicate with Wenchang Pavilion about the issue of the newspaper. Mr. Nan can consider it first."

Nan Yuanxi was startled again. The other party even had to communicate with Wenchang Pavilion when he started a draft newspaper?

Is this the difference in the world?

Chen Luo got up and walked out, suddenly thought of something, turned around and said, "By the way, I will send a new story later. If Mr. Nan thinks it is appropriate, he can tell it when he wakes up tomorrow morning."

After saying this, Chen Luo walked out of the box.

……

"Master, do you want to show "Swordsman" to that Mr. Nan first?" Ji Zhong approached Chen Luo and asked in a low voice when there were few people.

Chen Luo shook his head slightly.

To be honest, the reason why he suddenly wanted to tell Nan Yuanxi a story first was that Chen Luo planned to use the custom of waking up early to warm up his new newspaper!

After all, the old gentleman used his novels to attract readers in the early days.

But Chen Luo didn't plan to show "Swordsman" as soon as he came up.

After all, it was a long story, and there were still many procedures for running a newspaper. It was not a wise choice to blindly throw out the contents of the previous chapters.

A "Zhong Kui Biography" can have such a good effect, so it shouldn't be a big problem to find some short stories.

For example, "Nie Yinniang", the story of a legendary heroine, is it exciting or not?

Anyway, the Spirit of the Secret Realm said last time that luck changed books, and I opened the way to the sky before~www.wuxiamtl.com~ But there is a lot of luck!

……

"What? Books to smoke?"

In the dreamland of flowers, Chen Luo looked at the illusory Zhong Kui in front of him with a dark face.

Just now, the spirit of the secret realm told Chen Luo through Zhong Kui that he could not specify which book to exchange for, so he could only take the luck to the woods to attract the book spirit!

"What's the point?" Chen Luo asked with a displeased expression.

Zhong Kui also looked a little embarrassed and replied, "My lord chooses the size of good luck and just walks in the red dust forest. The matching book spirit will fly to the lord on its own."

Zhong Kui thought for a while, and then said, "It stands to reason that the more Qi Luck you hold, the more difficult it will be for the book to manifest, which means the stronger Wenhua Qi is!"

Chen Luo nodded and looked at the cloud of luck in the sky. As soon as he stretched out his hand, luck immediately flew towards Chen Luo.

This time, Chen Luo just wanted a short story, so when Qi Luck was about the size of a basketball in his hand, Chen Luo stopped. Then Chen Luo walked into the world of red dust holding this basketball-sized piece of luck.

Sure enough, after walking a few steps, a few petal butterflies flew towards Chen Luo, but they were smaller than the petal butterflies in "Swordsman" last time.

Chen Luo himself looked at the few petal butterflies around him. Among them, a red butterfly was particularly conspicuous, looking angry, and kept bumping into other petal butterflies.

"It's up to you!" Chen Luo reached out and pointed at the red petal butterfly, the luck in his hand dissipated, and the petal butterfly turned into a light and shot into Chen Luo's mind.

……

Outside, Chen Luo slowly opened his eyes.

An article was formed in Chen Luo's mind, Chen Luo sensed it for a moment, with a strange expression on his face.

"It's you, no wonder you're so angry!"