Chapter 133 Excellent Works (25)

After sighing, Lv Changtian read the novel over and over again, until the sky turned white and his family came to urge him to eat, then he reluctantly put down the book.

Foundation-building disciples can already use pills to replace food, and it doesn't matter if they don't eat for a few days, but his fiancée has just advanced from a mortal to a cultivator, and her eating habits have not changed, so she still eats three meals a day as usual.

At the dinner table, Lv Changtian would be distracted from time to time, then pick up the chopsticks and say something inexplicably: "The Great Sun Sword of Evil Slaying", which made Feng Hui on the side quite confused.

After the meal, she asked someone to remove the bowls and chopsticks, and then pulled Lv Changtian and asked: "Changtian, what's wrong with you?"

Recalling his performance at the dinner table, Lv Changtian blushed a little.

He had always attached great importance to etiquette, but he didn't expect that he would lose his manners because of a book.

Mr. Fangwai, you have made me suffer.

In front of his fiancée, he always talked about everything, and soon told Feng Hui about his fascination with reading.

Knowing that Lv Changtian was like this because of reading a book, Feng Hui asked in confusion: "What book is so good?"

"Fang Wai's book is called "The Way of Sword", which talks about sword cultivation."

"Does Mr. Fang Wai write books again?"

"I was a little confused at first, but after reading it, I realized that masters are always masters. The book may be a little confusing at first, and the development of the plot is a little confusing, but after reading a few chapters, people can't stop. The character creation and the plot are all top-notch..."

Seeing Lv Changtian talking about the contents of the book non-stop, and even dancing when he was excited, the exaggerated performance not only did not make Feng Hui feel relieved, but made her more confused.

How could there be such a book?

She has read a lot of novels, and she has read all the books of the most famous novel "Lan Xin". She is indeed very excited after reading some books.

But she has never been as excited as Lv Changtian.

Interrupting Lv Changtian's narration, she wanted to read "The Way of Sword" and read it from the beginning.

As Lv Changtian said, the beginning of the article is full of a sense of fog, and the delicate words slowly prop up a dark world, and the protagonist is a ray of light in the darkness, leading readers to explore the foggy world.

The protagonist has almost no psychological activities, and the whole process is cold and almost no reaction, but through the cold description, Feng Hui can perceive the warm and delicate side of the protagonist, the sword cultivator.

He will be sad because of the death of a supporting role, he will stay in front of the grave, and under the cold swordsmanship is an undercurrent of emotions, and all of these are expressed through words.

As the story progresses, the malice of the world sweeps in, and Feng Hui is horrified several times, but she feels a great sense of security after seeing the protagonist.

At the end, when she saw the sword cultivator commit suicide to save the people, she put down the jade slip and was melancholy for a long time.

Although she doesn't like the tragic ending, she has to say that this is the best ending.

Moreover, it is difficult to say that this ending is a tragedy. After all, the fog has dissipated, and the will of the sword cultivator remains. This kind of ending that sublimates the theme is more shocking than comedy.

She had a lot to say, but she didn't know where to start. The image of the sword cultivator appeared in front of her, making her remember him deeply.

The article did not describe the appearance of the sword cultivator, but only said that he was a strong man wrapped in armor, but the other party's temperament was deeply imprinted in Feng Hui's heart.

Putting down the jade slip, she sighed: "After reading it, I want to become a sword cultivator. Novels can be so exciting, and games are probably more interesting."

"I have the same idea, so there should be no problem this time. I will contact the workshop to make more jade slips now, and hope to have a good start in ten days."

"Okay, Changtian. I will also contact the bookseller 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 owner of the bookseller's surname is Tang, and people call him Boss Tang.

When Feng Hui found him, Boss Tang was carefully planning the next publishing plan. After hearing the announcement, he immediately stood up to greet him.

Asking the other party to take a seat, Boss Tang ordered someone to serve fragrant tea, and then asked: "Miss Feng, I just wanted to find you recently. Lan Xin's new book is ready to be printed. I left you a sample issue, you can read it now."

Feng and Lu are both famous families in the Refining Pavilion. The descendants of the two families are intermarrying, and they will only prosper in the future, so Boss Tang also respects Feng Hui very much.

If it were in the past, Feng Hui would definitely be very happy and read it on the spot.

But today, Feng Hui just asked someone to take it back and read it, and then took out the manuscript, handed it to Boss Tang and said: "This is the book of an elder I respect very much. Please take a look at it and give some opinions."

"The book of the elder..."

Pinching his chin, Boss Tang began to consider Feng Hui's intentions.

He said it was an elder, but it is very likely that Feng Hui wrote it himself.

He has seen this kind of thing a lot. Some people write things themselves, but are embarrassed to say that they wrote them themselves. They often come to him in the name of an elder to help read the book.

Afterwards, whether it is 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 that no matter whether it was good or bad, he would give a good compliment.

This was not difficult. After all, as a cultured person, he was good at complimenting people.

And if it was a big client like Feng Hui, he would also be willing to help the other party print some books for free, just as a good relationship.

He stopped just after reading the first few pages.

He looked at Feng Hui on the side, and then moved his eyes to the manuscript, saying in his heart: "I didn't expect that Miss Feng had some literary talent."

The writing style at the beginning was different from the mainstream writing style, and it felt different when reading.

Although he didn't know what others thought, he felt that this opening was full of mysteries, which made him interested in reading.

After a few more chapters, he stopped again.

What is this about!

The cold atmosphere, the twisted monsters, the author seemed to have really been to those terrifying places, and wrote each terrifying existence vividly.

If it weren't for the protagonist who gave him a great sense of security, he swore that he really couldn't read it, and just reading the words made people want to cry.

After calming down, he continued to read.

Fight after fight, fight after fight, betrayal and killing followed like a shadow in the cold palace, but the sword cultivator never stopped.

Boss Tang breathed a sigh of relief only after reading to the end.

Wiping off the cold sweat on his head, he arched his hands and said to Feng Hui: "I am blind to Buzhou Mountain, Miss Feng, who is this elder."

Feng Hui looked at Boss Tang's expression and said with satisfaction: "Mr. Fang Wai."

"So it's him, amazing. I will give this book to you, 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 house with the manuscript.

He called all the directors over and said to them, "Stop what you are doing and reprint this book! Within 15 days, I want you to print 100,000 copies!"

"So many!" A director shouted in surprise, "Isn't that all our printing capacity!"

"Boss Tang, Lan Xin's book is also being printed. It's hard to squeeze in the volume now."

"That's right, boss, you are preparing to make everyone suffer."

Faced with the doubts of his subordinates, Boss Tang did not say much, but distributed the manuscript to his subordinates and let them read it first.

It took only half a quarter of an hour for the people below to be silent.

They gathered together, staring at the manuscript, and from time to time someone shouted softly, "Turn slowly, I want to read that page again."

The people on the outside stood on tiptoe like quails, while the people on the inside bent over to look at the book. The whole printing house was extremely quiet, and only the rustling sound of turning pages could be heard.

When the last page was turned, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and showed a slightly drunk look.

Finally, someone nodded and said, "This book really needs to be printed first."

"I will negotiate with other teachers. I believe they will understand."

"Indeed, let's get started without further delay."

"Isn't 100,000 copies a little too few? Do you want us to continue to work at night?"

Looking at the active people, Boss Tang nodded with satisfaction.

Excellent works are always scarce.

And in front of excellent works, everything can give way.