Chapter 667 Academy

The next day.

Linghuang Realm, Jade City.

Hanfeng Bay is a famous place in Jade City, and the surrounding economy is extremely prosperous.

At this time, the weather was fine and the sun was bright, and there were many tourists.

Feng Chenye, dressed in a white shirt, found a slightly spacious place by the lake, took out a big stone from the storage ring and put it on the ground, then jumped on it.

Just as he was about to tell a story, he suddenly raised his head in confusion.

He could clearly feel that a large amount of literary energy was gathering towards him from all directions, vast and boundless.

This feeling appeared in the early morning.

It was just that the literary energy was relatively weak at that time, so he didn't take it seriously, just thinking that someone was reciting his story, bringing literary energy.

But as the literary energy became more and more, he finally realized that something was wrong.

The amount was too large!

Could it be that the sky was leaking? Or was Wenquxing going to fall?

After watching for a long time, he didn't see anything unusual. Instead, his strange performance art attracted many tourists to stop.

Seeing that someone was paying attention to him, Feng Chenye suppressed his doubts and spread his voice: "Look at the Yulong Mountains in the distance, don't they look like a giant dragon lying down?

Twenty thousand years ago, on a stormy night with thunder and lightning, the mountains suddenly rose into the air, stretched out their claws, and really turned into a dragon.

The dragon called the wind and rain, attracted the water of the East Ocean, and flooded thousands of cities..."

The exaggerated beginning made more people stop.

This story tells the story of a human boy who bravely slayed a dragon.

Just halfway through the story, a loud male voice suddenly sounded in the crowd: "Are you Mr. Feng?"

Feng Chenye was slightly stunned. He hadn't introduced himself yet. He hurriedly bowed and said politely: "Yes, brother, have you seen me?"

"Then are you looking for Mengyao?" The man asked again.

Feng Chenye suddenly became excited: "Do you know where Meng Yao is?"

The man shook his head and explained loudly: "I don't know.

But I just saw a few books in the bookstore. The opening chapters were very interesting, so I bought a few books and planned to go back and read them carefully.

One of them has the same story as you said.

The last page has the information that the young master is looking for his best friend.

I didn't expect to see the compiler himself in Hanfeng Bay.

I was so excited that I interrupted the young master's story. I'm ashamed! Young master, please continue!"

Feng Chenye hurriedly asked: "Can I take a look at the book?"

"Of course!" The man walked out of the crowd and handed over five books.

Feng Chenye took the book and looked at it.

The cover is decorated with exquisite patterns, with the title of the book, the compiler and the printing bookstore written on it.

The compiler is his name Feng Chenye.

The books are jointly printed by Qiantong Pavilion and Yuncheng Tianyi Bookstore.

Seeing Qiantong Pavilion, Feng Chenye was stunned.

Could it be that the old man took pity on him and helped print the books?

"Sir, did Bai Xiaochun kill the dragon?" someone in the crowd asked.

Feng Chenye collected his thoughts, returned the book to the man, thanked him, and said with a smile: "Continuing from the previous story, Bai Xiaochun's sword was destroyed, and he deeply felt that the gap between him and the old sword god was as big as the sky, and he was disheartened for a while..."

After telling a story, Feng Chenye took out Meng Yao's portrait and asked everyone about her whereabouts.

Unfortunately, it was still fruitless.

Feng Chenye was a little disappointed, and begged everyone to help keep an eye out for her, and then went to look for bookstores in the city.

After visiting several bookstores, Feng Chenye was shocked to find that, without exception, several stores had their own storybooks placed in the most conspicuous position on the bookshelf.

On the last page of the storybook, there was a notice to find Meng Yao.

Arriving at Tianyi Bookstore, Feng Chenye found the shopkeeper and asked politely: "Shopkeeper, why did your shop suddenly print these five books?"

The shopkeeper thought he was a boring person and replied lazily: "It doesn't matter what you print. Why are there so many reasons?"

"Feng is the editor of this book, so I am a little confused." Feng Chenye revealed his identity.

"Who are you? How do you prove it?" The shopkeeper was a little suspicious.

Feng Chenye took out the portrait of Mengyao and said, "Feng is looking for his best friend Mengyao in Linghuang. This is a portrait of someone he is looking for. It was not made recently, and it is the same person as the last page of the book."

The shopkeeper saw the portrait in Feng Chenye's hand and found it was indeed not drawn recently. He immediately bowed and said, "It turns out that it is really Mr. Feng. Please don't blame me for not recognizing him because of my poor eyesight!

We received the "Heavenly Secret Order" from Qiantong Pavilion, entrusting our bookstore to print Mr. Feng's works immediately, with the greatest publicity efforts, and strive to spread the influence of the book in a short time.

And they bear the publicity expenses and advance the printing costs.

Mr. Feng's story is excellent and has the potential to become popular, so we will go with the flow and cooperate with Qiantong Pavilion's requirements."

"Only print in Yucheng?" Feng Chenye asked.

"More than that!" The shopkeeper waved his hands and exclaimed: "I heard that the bookstores in hundreds of thousands of cities in the entire Linghuang world are urgently printing and selling together!

This is so big that I have never seen it in my life!

Looking back at the history of Linghuang, there are no more than ten books that can be printed on such a large scale!

Young master will be famous all over the world in the future.

By the way, didn't Qiantong Pavilion tell you about this?

Then you can ask for the royalties. With the style of Qiantong Pavilion, the remuneration will never disappoint you."

Feng Chenye was stunned when he heard this.

Hundreds of thousands of cities are urgently selling his works together.

For a force like Qiantong Pavilion, the printing cost of books may not be a big deal, but the urgency and the massive publicity, the hidden costs here are incalculable.

I don't know why Qiantong Pavilion wants to help me?

When I find Mengyao, I must thank her in person!

"Thank you, shopkeeper, for reminding me that they have already paid the royalties." Feng Chenye thanked him and said goodbye to the bookshop.

…

The northern part of the spiritual wilderness.

The world has always been dominated by academies.

There is a huge abyss hidden in the rolling Hanlin Mountains.

At the bottom of the abyss, a tall statue of a literary saint stands impressively.

At the bottom of the abyss, black smoke is constantly rising.

I don’t know what kind of evil thing the black smoke is, but the scary laughter, roars, and roars are endless, and the scalp of those who listen to it is numb!

The literary saint holds a pen, which emits a faint white light.

All the black smoke rising from the bottom of the abyss will be absorbed by this pen.

Around the abyss, sat sixteen people.

They are all dressed up as Confucian scholars.

At this moment, sixteen people continued to send literary energy to the stone statue.

The upper body of the statue of Literary Saint is quite plain, but below the waist, there are stripes of marks, as if a strange rope is binding Saint Literary!

"Dean, the demonic energy is too strong, and the power of the seal of the Literary Saint is constantly being collided, and is on the verge of breaking!

I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on much longer! "A master said with worried eyes.

Not far away, a thin old man in a green shirt said calmly: "The seal can still last for half a month, so why panic!

The demon clan is cunning and good at disguise. It is very likely that they are strong on the outside but weak on the inside and are struggling to their death.

And even if the seal is broken, we must defend it!

Once the human race mixes into the big demon, it will be a catastrophe for the world! "

"What if I can't keep it?" Master asked again.

The dean comforted him calmly: "We are all dead, so why worry about what happens after us?"

Everyone agreed in unison.

If Feng Chenye were here, he would definitely recognize that among the sixteen people there is a graceful woman, who is the one he dreams of - Mengyao!