To be honest, this method is just a stop-gap measure that can only delay some time.
As time goes by, it will really happen as Master Kongjing said, the people of these eight sects will massacre and bloodbath their Tianquan sect.
By that time, it will be considered over.
However, the matter has come to this, and it is actually good to delay it for some time.
At this time, Wan Yu also saw some signs. Both Wan Yu and Murong Chunyu no longer held grudges against Zhao Rui.
Murong Chunyu sighed softly, sat slowly in front of the stone table, pointed at the fifth sentence of the first line and the seventh sentence of the second line, looked at Master Kongjing and asked: "What you just said are these two
Sentence?"
Master Kongjing frowned and stared at the white paper in front of Murong Chunyu, nodded, and said sternly: "That's right! Those are the two sentences!"
Murong Chunyu said: "Okay, okay, I will think about it carefully now, and I will change it after I think about it!"
He thought to himself: Damn you bald donkey, you must die for me as soon as possible, you will make me angry!
Murong Chunyu sighed, picked up the brush again, and wrote rapidly on the white paper.
After some writing, Murong Chunyu really changed the true scripture.
After Murong Chunyu made the corrections, she frowned, slowly turned her head, looked at Master Kong Jing and asked, "Now take a look at it, is it right or wrong?"
Master Kongjing looked at it intently for a long time, nodded slowly and said, "Not bad, keep writing!"
Murong Chunyu looked overjoyed and looked at Zhao Rui who was standing beside him and said: "It seems that writing is really fun. Why don't we write scripts after we get down from the mountain and live in the stories we create all day long?
I’m very happy here!”
Zhao Rui echoed: "Yes, yes, this is great. When the time comes, the two of us will casually find a theater, and from morning to night, the two of us will live in creation."
"Writing and writing, those who act and sing, there are countless businesses to do!"
Murong Chunyu smiled sweetly and said: "That's right, that's what we'll do! When the time comes..."
Before Murong Chunyu finished speaking, Master Kong Jing was so anxious that he stamped his feet and gritted his teeth and said, "Can you write it faster?"
Murong Chunyu looked displeased, frowned and looked at Master Kongjing, and said angrily: "Why are you urging me? Didn't I say that I won't write it? Just write it!"
Murong Chunyu seemed to be in conflict with Master Kongjing. Master Kongjing had no choice but to urge Murong Chunyu to continue writing.
Zhao Rui stared at Murong Chunyu and thought to himself: Hehe! Writing a play? Fart! Writing a play is a dead end!
Damn, he must be someone with whom he has such a difficult relationship. All novels and plays are bullshit and will lead to a dead end!
Whoever wants to write can write it. Anyway, even if you put a knife on my neck, I will never write this shit.
Damn it, how many sins did you have to commit in your previous life to do this!
The more Zhao Rui thought about it, the more intrigued he became.
Then I thought again: If you don’t write no matter how much money you give, this is called misleading people! Damn it...