The male protagonist of the novel is the head of Wuxi Town. He lives in seclusion in the mountains on weekdays and does not care about worldly affairs. He will only come out with a sword in times of crisis. He is rich and handsome, has no obstacles and no worries, and is quite similar to the Taoist tradition of "success comes from success"

The aloofness of "retiring" has become the road to immortality and godhood.

Although he has reached the realm of cultivation and is famous, few people have actually seen his appearance. He is like a breeze drifting in the world, with no place to come and no destination to return to.

Ho--the young man understood it as soon as he saw it.

"This must be Daojun."

The two nodded and continued to look down.

There is no time in the mountains, hundreds of years pass by in a daze, until one day, a woman suddenly appears in the mountains and forests.

She was wandering in the mountain road at a loss, she was weak and had nowhere to go. Seeing that she was like duckweed, the immortal king kept her here. Pitying her origin, he personally taught her to read and practice, and enlightened her.

The woman is smart and sweet, but the mountain is lonely and desolate. The two get along day by day, and the fairy gradually falls in love.

The two young men gasped again when they saw this.

So...is this what it turns out to be?

Speaking of Daojun's disciples, there was indeed one whom he picked up and is still living with him on the edge of the Demon Realm.

I heard that Daojun was very fond of this young disciple.

I heard that Daojun gave his natal magic weapon to his young disciple, just to keep her safe.

After hearing that the Taoist Lord was furious, he destroyed the sect that had offended his disciple with a sword and gave it to his disciple to make her happy...

It turns out that these ridiculous things are not just rumors...

Neither of them dared to speak or make random guesses. Their brains were thinking wildly for a while, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

They lowered their gazes and looked down as if they were walking on thin ice, as if every word they read afterward was accompanied by the dazzling light and shadow of swords, and they were exploring someone else's great secret.

This feeling of repeatedly jumping on the edge of danger gave them a strong sense of pleasure. The violently beating heart was accompanied by increased blood pressure, causing their brains to lose the ability to think.

The article said that the immortal king noticed his own thoughts, and the Taoist heart that had been stable for hundreds of years collapsed instantly...

The two of them tightened their lips and wanted to read on, but the content of the first chapter was already over. It was followed by the experience summary of an unknown Taoist friend: "I think the most important thing in cultivation is to be calm."

Two people: "..."

What's the use of being calm? Ah?! Isn't this harming people?!

What's the difference between being stuck in this place and cutting them in the neck?

The two of them flipped through the newspaper over and over again, but couldn't find the next sentence or even the title of the next issue.

Although they already knew, then the immortal king was possessed by the devil, then the fairy king escaped from the mountains, and then the woman chased him out, always by his side.

But what they want to see is what’s behind this!

The young man eagerly picked up the newspaper and ran back to find the monk he had just met at the city gate. He opened his mouth and raised his voice, and heard a fellow Taoist from the next block yelling at the top of his lungs:

"Jin Yi Sect - Are the monks from Jin Yi Sect still there? Where's the second issue? I want to order a ten-year edition! Bring me all the newspapers at the end! I'll pay double the price!!"

Dear!

I read a little bit of Taoist Xunshan's novel Zhuchen and thought he got inspiration from The Legend of the Condor Heroes, which is similar to the sexually-transformed version of Little Dragon Girl and Yang Guo.

Xunshan told her some outlines, but because it was too bloody and too deliberate, Zhuchen lost interest in the novel and had no desire to follow up on it.

She had warned Xunshan that the pace of your article was too fast, throwing out so much information at the beginning, that it would be easy to run out of things to write about later, and the plot would be weak, causing readers to abandon the article.

Taoist Xunshan did not accept her suggestion, and said that he still had many powerful plots that he had not written. Zhuchen thought about his experience and let him go.

Little did she know that people who read books were just playing with their minds while wearing an 800-fold magnifying glass, and their thoughts were not pure at all.

Because the factory is in Fuqiu Zong, I have to run in both directions to arrange business every morning, and I am so busy that I am naturally not in the mood to take care of these trivial matters.

In the next few days, she burned several sets of movable lead type using typeface molds, hoping to increase the output of the first edition of the newspaper. After all, it contained the content of the first chapter of the novel, which would not be omitted if the scale was expanded in the future.

The monks in Chaowen saw that she was so busy and occupied, so out of curiosity, they also bought a copy and brought it back to pass the time.

This was so unbelievable that I felt like my decades of self-control had been blown away. I didn’t count myself having read it, but I also secretly bought dozens of copies for Ji Yi Sect to show to my brothers.

The demon cultivators even have ten pieces in hand, which they ordered back as souvenirs. They plan to go back to the demon world to visit relatives in the future, and take them as gifts or as greeting gifts - look, these are the calligraphy stencils carved by me myself!

As a result, newspapers quickly became popular within Chaowen. The recent newspaper output can only meet internal demand.

When Zhuchen heard about this, he was quite happy, secretly thinking that it was really rare that these stupid straight men knew how to support domestic products.

However, when I was walking on the street again in the morning, I always felt that something was wrong in the eyes of everyone.

I can't say it's a point of reference, but it does contain a lot of complex emotions.

Every time Zhuchen wanted to ask them, the monk immediately turned pale, took a few steps back, and left in a hurry, as if he was afraid that she would see the clues and make Zhuchen confused.

In the afternoon, Quantong sent a letter to Chaowen, asking where she was and saying that she had something to discuss today. Zhuchen had been waiting for him in Chaowen.

All the friends in the channel were glowing with red faces, and the word "get rich" was almost written directly on their faces. As soon as they looked at each other in the morning, they knew it was good news. Sure enough, he quickly approached and greeted them when they met, and celebrated loudly: "The newspaper is selling extremely well.

Ah! Fellow Taoist Zhuchen, congratulations!"

"No, it's just everyone's kind support."

Zhuchen was happy when she talked about this. Guang Chaowen's internal sales had allowed them to maintain profitability. She asked: "How much did you sell?"

Quan Tong stretched out a hand.

Zhuchenle said: "Sold five thousand copies?"

"More than that?" Quan Tong said excitedly, "More than 100,000 copies were sold!"

Zhuchen was stunned when he heard this over-the-top number, and then calmly calculated its rationality in his mind.

Since the type stencils have already come out, it is not difficult to burn a few more sets of movable lead type, but the cost will be higher. According to Chaowen's current manpower, the output can be stably increased to over 10,000 in a short period of time. However, in this case, the stencils will

There are fewer magic cultivators, and the second issue of their newspaper may have to be moved later.

Quan Tong saw the change in her expression and remained silent, thinking that she was frightened by the number, so he called out twice: "Fellow Taoist Zhuchen? Friend Zhuchen!"

Zhuchen raised his head, clasped his fingers and said, "How can you compare more than one hundred thousand servings to one hand?"

"I lost my composure. It was really because I was too happy." Quan Tong took his hand back with a smile, took out an ordering details from his sleeve, and handed it to Zhuchen with both hands, "Although there are only more than 100,000 copies, I received 50

Thousands of spiritual stones!"

Zhuchen was surprised: "Why are there so many? Everyone started ordering for one year?"

She opened a spiritual stone in the first quarter without telling how many newspapers there would be in the first quarter. In fact, the price was inflated. She made such a pricing decision considering the limited sales volume and high cost.

She also planned to do some discounts and hold a big promotion at a low price when her business stabilized. Little did she know that the first issue was sold out.

Is Taoist Xunshan’s name so useful?

Quan Tong muttered twice, his expression became a little weird, and he put on a stiff smile and said, "It's not much, is it? I still think it's less."

Zhuchen Xindao is friendly and has a big appetite. He was not like this before. His mentality is a bit wandering.

Quan Tong has hastily changed the topic: "Oh, by the way, many monks have come to our Jinyi Sect recently to inquire, saying that they want to donate some spiritual stones to Chaowen. How do you think they should be received?"

Zhuchen asked: "Why donate?" Is the poverty of her Chaowen already so famous? Is there still someone who is thinking about helping them get rid of poverty?

How dare all Taoist friends say that this is life money for Taoist Xunshan. I hope Zhuchen can save his life for the sake of Lingshi so that he can complete the novel. If that doesn't work, they can also come and save Xunshan Taoist.

Those who were picked up by the mountain will definitely not be left here to hinder her eyes.

Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Zhuchen suddenly realized and said, "Is this a reward?"

All channel friends nodded: "Yes, yes!"

Zhuchen said: "But Chao Wen is making a newspaper now. The most lacking thing is people, not money. Even if you give me a reward, it won't speed up the update. You should make it clear to them."

Seeing that she had no intention of interfering, Quan Tong breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, as long as we can go on. Many fellow Taoists are waiting anxiously."

He felt that Zhuchen was really a gift, so he clasped his fists and saluted her solemnly, his eyes full of respect.

Zhuchen didn't know what was going on, so he bowed to him without hesitation.

The two agreed on a time to pick up the newspaper next time. Quan Tong was afraid that Zhuchen would regret it, so he took two steps and flew away with his sword, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Not long after, Huai Xie, who had heard the news, came over with a newspaper.

He found Zhuchen who was settling accounts in the house, and stood in front of her desk, blocking her light, with a forbearing look on his face, as if he had something to say.

Zhuchen put down his brush and waited patiently for him to speak.

But Huai Xie opened his mouth, hesitated again and again, and in the end his brows only became more and more wrinkled.

When Zhu Zhuchen couldn't bear it any longer and asked them why they were acting so weird today, Huai Xie politely asked: "Little junior sister, have you read this article written by Taoist Xunshan?"

Zhuchen nodded: "I've seen it."

Huai Xie: "Don't you think there's something wrong?"

"What's the problem?" Zhuchen's expression turned serious and he said righteously, "No problem! What problem can there be?"

She already has more than 500,000 spirit stones in her pocket, that’s more than 500,000! In the future, the media will definitely become one of the pillar industries of their Chaowen industry. How could it die just like this?

Whatever the problem is, it doesn't exist.

Huai Xie pondered undecidedly: "People who see it will inevitably think too much."
To be continued...