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Liang Tao stretched his head and saw that the page read:

It was almost dusk. Zhou Chun had fought for half a day and knew that he could not win easily. He suddenly stretched his body and danced his sword to form a sword flower about a foot long..."

Then he read it in. Fortunately, there were less than 15,000 words left, and the shopkeeper finished reading it quickly. ●⌒, Liang Tao snatched the book. At this time, he felt that he was so tired that he had just bent down and stretched his head, with a back pain, stiff back, and a sore neck. He quickly found a chair to sit down. When the shopkeeper saw Liang Tao, he didn't say anything. He leaned his back on the chair, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his thinking was still immersed in the story of "The Legend of Shushan".

Liang Tao's eyes first fell on the cover of the book, and his eyes lit up and he couldn't help blurting out.

"Good word!"

Seeing the words "Biography of Shushan" and "Huangshiweng" written on the cover, I thought that the author should be an old man, and a fairy-like old Taoist appearance appeared in front of me.

At this time, he didn't bother to appreciate the fonts, so he hurriedly opened the first page and started to read.

From time to time, some people come in and buy a few books and leave, and some people notice the "fifty taels" label, but when they see that it is empty, they think they have sold it.

Some people could resist curiosity and left without asking anything. Some people couldn't help but ask curiosity, so they asked the guys, and the guys answered the scholars like Liang Tao just now. Most scholars shook their heads and left when they saw Liang Tao's fascinated look, but a few scholars walked behind Liang Tao like Liang Tao, stretched their necks and looked up.

These scholars standing behind Liang Tao also knew Liang Tao. They originally glanced at him for a few quick glances and then laughed at Liang Tao for a few words, but without looking at a few lines, they were attracted by the story inside. The plot of the story became more and more attractive, with continuous climaxes. The bizarre world, those plots that had never been dreaming of, made the scholars forget to laugh at Liang Tao, and they all watched more and more focused.

The fight of swordsmen, unexpected adventures, searching for immortals and seeking Taoism. Love, friendship...

As Luo Xin said, in an era when the spiritual culture of the Ming Dynasty was still very poor, this kind of story was incomparable to the scholars of this era.

The book unfolds an incredible world to them. It is said that it is the late Song Dynasty and the beginning of Yuan Dynasty, but it is completely different. Those swordsman have completely separated from the descriptions of ancient knights, but are a world of fairy tales. This is the time when the world makes them indulge in themselves.

Inside the inn.

Luo Xin finally finished ten times, and his throat was so tired that he was angry. But Zhou Yu stared at Luo Xin and said:

"What happened later? What happened later? You continue to say?"

Luo Xin rolled his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "I haven't written it yet."

"Then you tell me first!" Zhou Yu was not discouraged.

"I haven't figured it out yet."

"No way?" Zhou Yu's eyes were filled with disappointment.

"I'm hungry!"

"I'll treat you!" Zhou Yu jumped up and said, "After the meal, think about the next story."

"I want a good meal."

"no problem."

In the Zhuangyuan Bookstore.

The shopkeeper finally came back to his senses at this time. He finally came out of the world of "The Legend of Shushan". Looking around, he saw Liang Tao sitting on a chair with the book "The Legend of Shushan" and watching. Four people behind him were looking at him. His heart was full of shock.

"I didn't expect that the story written by the young master was so attractive. Did you talk to him about publishing the book?"

He looked at Liang Tao and some scholars again and said to himself: "Look at the reaction again. Anyway, there are five days, and even if I want to talk to that young master now, I don't know where he lives."

As the sky gradually dusk began, Liang Tao finished reading the last page, his expression was a little wandering. His eyes were a little illusory. He had not yet walked out of the world of "The Legend of Shushan".

"Ouch..."

There was a burst of pain behind him. It turned out that the four scholars who kept hunching and stretching their necks were crying and moving their bodies. The burst of pain finally woke Liang Tao up, jumped up from the chair with a roar, and came to the shopkeeper in three steps in two steps, put the book on the counter, and asked anxiously:

"Shopkeeper Song, where is the second volume?"

"The effect is very good!" Manager Song was secretly happy. A smile appeared on his face and said, "The second volume has not yet, maybe there will be a second volume in five days."

A look of loss appeared on Liang Tao's face. At this time, the four scholars also came over. Liang Tao read it from beginning to end. They read it halfway, and a scholar asked:

"This book is really fifty taels of silver?"

"Yes!" Manager Song nodded.

The four scholars looked a little regretful, even Liang Tao's face also showed regret. He felt that it was not enough to read it once, and he really wanted to buy it and go home and read it a few more times.

However, buying a novel for fifty taels of silver was too expensive. In the end, Liang Tao left with regret, while the four scholars lay on the counter and turned "The Legend of Shushan" from the first page to see the part they had not read before.

After Luo Xin and Zhou Yu finished their meal, Zhou Yu took Luo Xin to buy the four treasures of the study and asked Luo Xin to go back to the inn to continue writing "The Legend of Shushan". Luo Xin didn't want to waste time, so the two brothers hurriedly bought the four treasures of the study and came back, and Zhou Yu paid for it.

When he returned to the inn, Luo Xin began to write from the eleventh chapter. Luo Xin wrote a piece of paper, and Zhou Yu went over to look at a piece of paper. Before he knew it, midnight had passed.

"call……"

Luo Xin let out a long breath, his legs were sore and his wrists were sore. If Luo Xin had not practiced martial arts since childhood, he would not have been able to hold on at all, if it were Zhou Yu, he would have been slumped on the ground long ago.

Turning his head and looking at Zhou Yu, he saw Zhou Yu holding a piece of paper in his hand and was fascinated by looking at it comfortably, and sighed.

"Why is my life so hard!"

"Are you finished writing?"

Hearing Luo Xin's sigh, Zhou Yu raised his head and his eyes fell on the paper on the table. He reached out and took the page of paper, looked down and said, completely as if Luo Xin did not exist.

Luo Xin shook his head and sighed, stood in the middle of the room and moved for a while, then took off his clothes and lay on the bed. Before he could fall asleep, he saw Zhou Yu walking over a few steps, holding a stack of paper in one hand and pushing him in the other:

"Why are you sleeping? Get up and write quickly?"

Luo Xin was about to cry and grinned, "Brother, it's already midnight, okay? Can you let me sleep for a while? I'm still eleven years old, young and weak..."

"Oh..." Zhou Yu turned his head and looked out the window, murmured: "It's midnight!"

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*(To be continued.)
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