Seeing that Zhuchen didn't answer, Xunshan thought she was unhappy, so he called out anxiously: "Fellow Taoist Zhuchen?"

Zhuchen came back to his senses, clapped his hands and laughed: "Okay! Fellow Taoist Xunshan, please don't be too polite and ask for a little help. I am in need of talents like you."

When Taoist Xunshan was praised by her, he also smiled happily. The joy on his face could not be concealed, and his white teeth were exposed. He also said a few modest words in his mouth: "You are so polite, Taoist Zhuchen, how can you call him a talent?"

?If there is any use for a place on the trail, just ask."

Zhuchen hopes that every citizen can have such an awareness, so that she doesn’t have to worry about anything. Not only does she take the initiative to deliver it to her doorstep, but she also brings her own publicity traffic for free. It turns out that there is such a good thing in the world.

She forgot what she was doing for a moment, and was about to look forward to the future development direction with Xunshan. Taoist Xunshan said hesitantly: "It's just that I have many enemies. I have offended several sects because of my articles in the past."

If I stay here, I might get Chao Wen into trouble, so I need to make it clear to you first."

Zhuchen smiled heartily and said: "No problem, no one dares to come in front of my master and cause trouble. Just live in peace!"

Xunshan felt very relieved. He squinted his eyes and said with a naive smile, "Thank you for your kindness. Fellow Taoist Zhuchen can tell you are not a stickler for trivial matters."

Zhuchen didn't know what this had to do with the "small section", so he just agreed: "Where? Fellow Taoist, you're too polite."

Zhuchen put away the Hanxu Sword, took Xunshan to the restaurant in front, ordered a table of food, and invited him to sit down and chat slowly.

When Xunshan saw something was going on, he suppressed his excitement and poured himself two glasses of rice wine to calm his shock.

If he is really just used as a handyman, why should the head personally entertain him? There must be some important task to be entrusted to him.

But as a person who earns a living by writing, what big responsibility can he take on? He won't be asked to be an envoy, right?

Then he is really not good at it. He only knows how to offend people, and he is afraid that there will be no return.

Taoist Xunshan thought a lot and became anxious, then Zhuchen said: "Actually, I wanted you to stay before."

Taoist fellow Xunshan was the first to express his position: "I can't be an envoy."

"Who wants you to be the envoy?" Zhuchen said, holding the wine glass in front of him, "I want you to be the head of the Propaganda Department."

Taoist Xunshan couldn't understand a word: "Huh?"

Zhuchen said with a smile: "Just write something. There are many people reading your book. Please write more good things to Chaowen and spread the word for us."

To put it another way, Xunshan is about to fall out. This is simply an insult to his integrity as a scholar. Whatever he wants to write, he will follow his original intention, so why do he need outsiders to give guidance?

But when Zhuchen said this, he felt it didn't matter and thought it was just a joke.

"Fellow Taoist Zhuchen also wants a good reputation?" Taoist Xunshan said teasingly, "But Chaowen is indeed prosperous, and it is the most stable sect I have ever seen. The government is well-organized and people are harmonious, and everything is prosperous. It is like a paradise in this world.

Generally speaking, these are inseparable from the benevolence and righteousness of Taoist friend Zhuchen. If you don’t mention it, I will praise it."

As he spoke, he poured a glass of wine for Zhuchen himself, raised his own glass with a smile, and drank it all first.

"Not just this, I also want you to write about something else."

The rice wine here is slightly sweet, with only a hint of wine. Zhuchen tilted the wine glass, drank a sip in his hand, and then said euphemistically: "The fields in Chaowen have been cultivated now, but the population is still lacking. You see,

Most of the people walking around here are monks who are here to help."

When Xunshan heard this, his eyelids twitched, and he laughed dryly and said: "Chaowen is on the edge of the demon world after all. Ordinary people are afraid of getting close. It is normal for there to be few people. I wonder what Taoist friend Zhuchen has planned?"

He thought that Zhuchen was intending to conquer the outside world, and he was frightened when he remembered what the previous sects had said that Chaowen might become the second Pu Feng Sect.

He had always been timid, but when he thought about this, his expression became uncontrollable and he began to show fear.

If Zhuchen insists, he will definitely stop it. If he can't stop it, he will pack his baggage and run away today.

Zhuchen's expression became serious: "I heard that many people were forced to leave the sect and had no choice but to wander around. They had no fixed place to live, no food to eat, or were directly killed by monsters on the way. As long as they didn't have evil intentions, there would be no harm.

If they have done evil things, Chaowen can protect them."

Taoist Xunshan's expression softened, and it wasn't until he heard her finish that his cold hands and feet began to feel blood flowing again.

He turned around in a big circle, but he was frightened to death.

Xunshan followed her words and smoothed over his thoughts, organized the words clearly in his mind, and lamented: "Fellow Taoist Zhuchen is right, countless souls starve to death on the roadside every year. Especially this year, because

There have been many more refugees due to famine. Did you know that in recent years, the yield of farmland has been getting lower and lower? Not only did the seedlings wither inexplicably after being planted, but the grain grown was twice as small as the original.

Dry and tasteless.”

He put one hand on the table and recalled the scenes he saw on the road, and he couldn't bear it: "Oh, the monks who entered the door are okay, ordinary people rely on the weather to make a living, now they are all desperate. Some of them are desperate.

The sect was worried that the victims would take the opportunity to cause trouble, so they simply kicked them out, and now I don’t know where they are lingering."

Zhuchen said: "If they are not even afraid of death, they will not be afraid of coming to court."

"If you're afraid of death, you'll even come to court. They're fine, so where else can they dare not go?" Taoist Xunshan raised his hands and clasped his fists, thanked everyone, and said, "If Taoist friend Zhuchen is really willing to help,

I will definitely write this article well for you. It’s just that not all of the victims are kind-hearted people. If fellow Taoists treat each other mercifully, they may not repay their kindness."

"You don't have to worry about that. I can tell their character." Zhuchen said with a smile, "Chaowen here is guarded by people. No matter which local snake comes over, it won't cause trouble."

Xunshan: "My fellow Taoist said this, and I felt at ease, so I went back to write an article!"

He stood up in a hurry, turned around, and remembered that there was still a lot of food on the table that was not eaten. He felt reluctant to give it up. He sank his buttocks, sat down again, and gave Zhuchen a silly smile.

Zhu said with a smile: "Don't leave in a hurry, I have other things to trouble you with."

Taoist Xunshan listened attentively.

Zhuchen said word for word: "Chaoxuan needs you!"

Taoist Xunshan's mouth is really powerful. Even if it's just a random dead tree on the roadside, he can come up with all kinds of innovative allusions.

He seemed to have a whole set of storytelling in his mind. While others picked up a famous quote, he picked up a late-night story at his fingertips.

No longer lonely.

Zhuchen first told him that he hoped that he could export their Chaowen culture to the outside world. If foreign monks came to visit in the future, he would ask him to help entertain them.

These are all trivial matters, and Taoist Xunshan answered them casually.

Zhuchen again told him about writing a novel with some embarrassment.

Really, with Taoist Xunshan's writing skills, not writing popular novels would simply be burying his talent. Such a hidden gem in the ocean was picked up by Zhuchen, how could she remain indifferent?

Zhuchen gave him some knowledge about the writing experience and essence of modern online novels, hoping that he could get some inspiration from it and write a contemporary creation.

To this end, she listed many fantasy masterpieces written by her mother-in-law back then, describing the scenes in an extremely grand way and making the atmosphere exciting. She also recommended several well-known juvenile comics to him, striving to bring out the highlights of online literature from both ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad.

Show it before him.

Xunshan listened with great interest, but his mood did not fluctuate much. He just kept nodding his head, and echoed from time to time, saying "Wonderful".

Zhuchen always felt that his "wonderful" words were not very careless, and he thought to himself that these stories might not be to his taste, so he recommended a few sentimental love stories to him.

Sure enough, Taoist Xunshan was so excited that even his eyes changed. He stared at her keenly, urging her to move to the next step quickly.

...As expected of him.

Zhuchen finally aroused his interest, but his mouth was already dry, so he finished the ending hastily, then got to the point and said: "Actually, I want to start a newspaper, which will publish some useful information or daily information."

News, let all channel friends help us promote it, just pay a small amount

You can purchase it annually for the price. But Chaowen is such a small place and there is really nothing to write about, so I hope to use novels to increase the popularity. When the time comes, we will create a serialized article, using your name, Taoist Fellow Xunshan, to

The newspaper's reputation will be opened up and its first customers will be developed."

Mastering the propaganda outlet, to a certain extent, means mastering a certain right to speak.

In this era of inconvenient communication, monks have to rely on expensive talismans to transmit information, and there is no centralized platform for daily gossip. If Chaowen's popular newspapers or magazines can be successfully promoted, it can quickly expand the popularity of the sect...

You can also earn some advertising fees later.

There are countless specific benefits, and she thinks it has great potential.

Taoist Xunshan listened very seriously and kept stroking his beard. His cloudy eyes were full of deep thoughts. After brewing his emotions, he pulled her and asked: "Fellow Taoist Zhuchen, I have a grudge, so that

What will happen to the traitor who steals a dragon and turns into a phoenix? How should a woman feel towards her adoptive mother who is half gracious and half grudge? Has she forgiven her? Or will we never see each other again? "

Zhuchen was silent for a while, then continued his topic: "The biggest problem now is that before large-scale mass production, our costs are relatively high. For example, paper, such as pen and ink. I want to create two sets of movable type printing.

After all, if Chaowen wants to develop, such equipment must be purchased, and we cannot just rely on children to help hand-copy. Unfortunately, there is still a shortage of some manpower and materials, and I would also like to ask fellow Taoist Xunshan to help take care of it."

Taoist Xunshan was still thinking about it and couldn't listen to her words at all: "I think the book you just mentioned is also very interesting. It's just a pity that it is not full of twists and turns, and it is not as deep as sadomasochism."

Zhuchen: "..." Brother, don't be like this. How can you get yourself addicted before you even start?

Taoist Xunshan got so excited that he didn't even eat, and grabbed Zhuchen and refused to let her go.

"Tell me more. I'm now flooded with thoughts and have an idea in my mind. Just tell me one more paragraph and explain the story clearly to me. I'll write it to you when I get back tonight! You can write as much as you want!"

Zhuchen is short of breath: "I——"
Chapter completed!