After Zhuchen made up his mind, he went to Taoist Xunshan to discuss the matter, and it happened that Xunshan also had the same intention. It was his first time writing a novel, and he wanted to pour a basin full of dog blood directly on the protagonist's head to let readers see his sincerity.

The two dog-headed military advisors discussed for a while and finally decided to make the male protagonist blind for a few periods.

Zhuchen said casually: "You can just give him a fall off a cliff or something, and then the internal injuries will be difficult to recover, and the eye disease will be difficult to cure. Give him a chance to raise the readers' expectations. For example, if he finds some rare treasures, he will be upgraded.

…”

After Zhuchen finished speaking, he thought about it and felt that given his status as the protagonist, it would be difficult for him to be happy with the rare treasures in the world.

The persona is set too high and it seems that it cannot make waves.

Taoist Xunshan is worthy of being a scholar. He has made breakthroughs in master abuse than she did. He analyzed it very logically: "It would be difficult for a monk as powerful as him to fall off a cliff and get injured. If we add a few opponents to him, it would be much better."

A few sentences of description, but it doesn’t make sense, and it won’t fit in the newspaper. It’s better to write that I encountered a thunderstorm, and was tested by the will of heaven, but at the critical moment, I couldn’t pass the test in my heart, and I was stubborn.

Abandon the way of heaven and plunge into the devil."

Zhuchen thought it was okay, but she always felt that this obsession was a bit pointed, and she was afraid that those people with aluminum alloy dog ​​eyes would find out what she was doing, and her master would be implicated.

She suggested: "Can the demon be modified into... a self-destructive cultivation? Then the immortal king will become an ordinary person, and he can start all over again, upgrade in the face, cheat all the way, and it will be smooth!"

"Then why did I write about him so well in the opening scene?" Taoist Xunshan said, "Besides, what's the point of going through the path of cultivating immortality all over again?"

Zhuchen was about to tell him the beauty of Shuangwen when Taoist Xunshan stabbed her unexpectedly: "Fellow Taoist Zhuchen, why are you thinking about cultivation and upgrading? His level of cultivation no longer requires

After practicing again, he is already the best in the world. What you and I want to write about are not the joys and sorrows between the two of them, but their separation?"

Zhuchen felt like he was struck by lightning, and he woke up instantly. He was stunned for a long time.

Suddenly I understood something. But there was no need to say it in such a tone.

Taoist Xunshan asked humbly: "Does Taoist Zhuchen have any other ideas?" It was very useful to give him reverse guidance.

Zhuchen grumbled: "No, you can figure it out. Just make the male protagonist miserable enough."

Xunshan: "Okay. I understand."

After chatting with Zhuchen, Xunshan Taoist was full of literary thoughts, and said that he wanted to retreat, write articles, and concentrate on practice, and just asked Zhuchen to send someone to bring him some fruits and meals every day.

He had previously carried a large box of paper from the school, and now there was still a lot left, which was piled high on the desk. He sat down with his clothes in hand, and his figure was mostly obscured.

Seeing that he was so enthusiastic, Zhuchen didn't want to disturb him, so he said hello and went out first.

Huai Xie was standing at the door of the house waiting for her. Seeing her appear, he couldn't wait to ask: "How is it?"

Zhuchen made a reassuring gesture: "I will be blind in the next period, and my cultivation will be ruined. My meridians are damaged, and I am seriously injured. I can no longer be proud of the world."

Huai Xie breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll be relieved."

Liang Hongluo, who happened to pass by this place: "...??" When did these brothers and sisters become so cruel?

Zhuchen came out from Xunshan to convey the printing task to the demon cultivators.

The temporary printing factory was built on the edge of the Demon Realm, beyond the boundaries of Chaowen. Zhuchen had people build a temporary straw shed for them to protect them from wind and rain.

However, these demon cultivators are used to being exposed to the wind and sun, so they don’t have great requirements for the working environment. They just hope that the sleeping area can be taken care of every day. They have recently been purchasing duvets and down jackets.

After a period of experience, these demon cultivators have learned how to produce on the assembly line, and their hands and feet have become very nimble. They have also learned to take breaks from their busy schedule and work in batches. After getting used to it, they are not as resistant to life in the printing factory as before, and they work every day

Looking for ways to be better at being lazy.

Every time I go by Zhuchen, I can find that they have achieved great success in taking advantage of opportunities.

This can be regarded as a skill. Zhuchen has a positive attitude towards this kind of innovative behavior, even if their starting point is not so positive.

The demon cultivators were a little uneasy at first and didn't dare to let her know, so they pretended to be busy every day. Later they found out that she was really tolerant and didn't insist on pushing them to work all day long without rest, and gradually they became more courageous.

When she came over, they talked nonsense with her.

Later, one time, the demon cultivator told her that he wanted to be a monk from Tiangong Pavilion.

Zhuchen had never heard of Tiangong Pavilion, and after asking about it, he found out that it was a brainwashing package given by demon cultivators in the capital of the demon world.

They imagine that the mortal world is extremely developed. They say that there is a Tiangong Pavilion in the mortal world, where they can make puppets and villains. They not only have amazing fighting power, but can also carry stones and serve as coolies.

The magic cultivator said he could lend them one and study it, and maybe he could imitate it, and then we could all make a lot of money together.

...I never expected that this was a group of engineering experts who had dreams of copycats, and their pursuits were so simple. Unfortunately, Zhuchen really didn’t know.

Although the top-notch craftsmanship of carpenters in the human world is indeed ingenious, but for craftsmen of the legendary Luban level, their craftsmanship is not spread to others, and Zhuchen doesn't know what they know.

The monks who practice carpentry on Pu Feng Mountain are also very good, but their little wooden figures are driven by talismans and are operated with a ray of their own consciousness. Using them to work is more tiring than doing it yourself. It is really not worth the gain.

What's more, they demon cultivators can't learn the magic of the human world.

This group of demon cultivators were greatly disappointed when they heard the truth. They felt as if their dreams were broken and felt depressed for a while.

Seeing that they rarely showed an attitude of seeking knowledge, Zhuchen told them some knowledge about mechanized production and basic physics knowledge, such as pulleys and levers.

Unexpectedly, the demon cultivators listened very carefully and were much more interested than those who took literature classes at school. They even took out a small notebook and wrote it down for her, and even learned to draw inferences from one instance to another.

Speaking of which, Zhuchen has been staying at Fuqiu Sect to burn calligraphy molds in the past few days, and has not come to inspect the printing factory. I wonder how these demon cultivators are doing.

As soon as Zhuchen stepped into the factory, he saw a group of people sitting in the corner drinking and eating, and a group of people sitting cross-legged on the ground, playing the "flying chess" that Zhuchen had taught them before. The printing equipment on the side was still "bang banging".

Bang" works rhythmically.

The demon cultivator who was squatting at the door drinking tea saw her and greeted her warmly: "Oh, Lord Xian, are you free to come over today?"

Zhuchen raised his hand and waved in response, keeping his eyes fixed on the type board and paper next to him.

This rhythmic work rhythm made her feel like she was back in a modern factory.

...Why has there been such a big change?

Seeing her staring intently, the demon cultivator was obviously very concerned, so he came over and explained to her: "Xianjun, this is a new method we have come up with recently."

He puffed up his chest and said proudly: "Look, this printing plate is hanging in the air. If you slam it down hard, the words will be printed clearly. The paper is stuck at the four corners. When the printing plate rises, it will print out naturally.

It's been peeled off. We only need a few people to pull out the paper and we can complete the entire assembly line. Is it called an assembly line?"

Zhuchen couldn't listen much, only heard the last sentence and nodded slowly.

The original printing process should have involved inking, laying paper, rubbing, and then peeling off the paper, so that the printed newspaper layout would be cleaner and clearer, but it would also be a waste of manpower.

Zhuchen took the finished product next to him and found that although the color of the font was not as dark as that of hand rubbing, because the quality of the lead movable type was high enough, the printed layout was still very clear.

The magic cultivator covered his head and said while thinking: "We remembered what you told us before... mechanized production is a bit difficult. But after a little design, there are a lot of things that can be improved."

A rope was hung above the printing plate. The long rope went around a newly installed pulley on the beam, and a flat plate was installed below. A burly magician sat cross-legged on the flat platform, kicking his feet up and down.

There is a similar mechanism next to it, but it only contains ink cartridges.

The printing plate in front was lifted and lowered with the movements of several people, hitting the ink cartridge once, and when the ink cartridge was removed, it hit the paper again.

That demonic cultivator, who weighs an unknown amount, can actually carry several printing plates and work at the same time.

The young man showed off endlessly: "This demon cultivator brother has no other abilities. He can control his weight in one breath and one breath. The technique is very simple. We have all learned a little bit."

Zhuchen interrupted and said: "Is Mount Tai overwhelming the top?"

Mo Xiu thought for a while and said happily: "This name is quite nice. Let's call it this from now on! Brother Bai, what do you think?"

The young man sitting on the board made a gesture, indicating that it was good.

The demon cultivator turned around and asked: "Xianjun, what do you think?"

Very good, semi-automated production has started!
Chapter completed!