He Wanru held "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and placed it in front of He Changwen like a treasure.
"Dad, this book is for you."
He Changwen smiled and pinched his beard, "What? What happened today?"
"No, I just want to show Daddy this storybook."
He Wanru stuck out her tongue and said, "Dad, you must watch it."
He Changwen glanced at the cover of the storybook, and his expression immediately turned bad.
It’s that Qinglian again!
March has just ended, are you still coming in April?
"This is... a martial arts storybook?" He Changwen looked at He Wanru, "Wanru, you really have nothing to do with your father?"
"No." He Wanru put her hands behind her back and intertwined her fingers, "Dad, after reading it, remember to tell me what it said."
He Changwen looked at He Wanru suspiciously, then smiled and said, "I know, dad will take a look when he has time."
"Thank you, dad." He Wanru coquettishly shook He Changwen's arm, and then trotted away.
After burning the incense, He Wanru's personal maid was called to He Changwen's study.
"Miss, what didn't you do today?"
"No, no." The maid shook her head hastily.
"What's the story about?" He Changwen clicked on the "Legend of the Condor Heroes" in front of him.
The maid looked embarrassed and said, "Master, sir, the lady won't let me say anything."
"Tell me, I won't tell her." He Changwen said in his heart. Sure enough, how could he not understand his precious daughter?
Sure enough, I was hiding something from him.
The maid glanced at He Changwen cautiously, and then whispered, "There are rumors outside that Qinglian's storybook will definitely not be sold."
"The young lady was not convinced, so she bought it and made a bet with someone, saying she would finish it all..."
He Changwen couldn't help coughing twice and waved his hand, "Okay, you can go down."
The maid, as if she had been granted amnesty, quickly bowed and left.
"This little girl..." He Changwen shook his head helplessly and smiled, "I don't want to see it, but let her father do this job."
"It's Qinglian again, don't let me find you, otherwise..." He Changwen still opened "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".
There is no way, I still have to do what my precious daughter tells me.
He didn't know about martial arts, but he thought it should be similar to martial arts scripts.
The story inside is 80% impossible to escape from being beaten and killed.
Let’s read a small part of it first, and then just make up some random stuff later.
He Changwen started reading with the intention of dealing with the problem...
An hour later, the study door was gently pushed open, and He Wanru poked her little head in, "Dad..."
He Changwen suddenly woke up at this moment, "Wanru, what's wrong?"
He Wanru stuck out her tongue and walked into the study with a smile, "Dad, what are you doing?"
"Look at the storybook you gave me." He Changwen replied subconsciously and picked up the storybook in his hand.
At this time, he was horrified.
Unknowingly, he had already seen the middle volume!
He Wanru was also stunned.
She never expected that her father, who usually devoted himself to studying the classics of sages and saints, would spend so long reading a storybook.
And I have actually seen the middle volume.
"Dad, isn't this a nice thing to say?"
He Changwen put down the copy of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and said, "Qinglian's writing this time is very good."
Hearing what her father said, a happy smile suddenly appeared on He Wanru's face, "Let me tell you, can the storybook written by Qinglian be good-looking?"
"People outside say that Qinglian will definitely fall into trouble this time. I think they are jealous of Qinglian's talent."
He Wanru grabbed He Changwen's arm, "Dad, tell me quickly, what is "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" about?"
This question stopped He Changwen.
He Changwen was stunned for a moment, and his mind instantly recalled the storyline in the storybook, but it was difficult to summarize it.
The story frame of this storybook is huge, including the hatred between the country and the family, as well as the children of the world.
To write a story about a simple commoner named Guo Jing who makes his way in the world would be too thin and not enough to summarize this novel.
Every character in it has flesh and blood and a story.
Guo Jing, Huang Rong, Yang Kang, Mu Nianci, Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng...
Which one is not impressive?
What's more, the national conflicts and struggles in it have elevated the story to an unprecedented level.
It's like watching a piece of real history.
"It's hard to say...I'll tell you after dad reads it," He Changwen said.
"Ah?" He Wanru was stunned. This was the first time that her father actually said that she wanted to read the entire storybook.
Is this "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" really that good to watch?
How about I take a look too?
No, no, the martial arts script is completely meaningless, I don’t want to read it.
But dad has actually seen it till now, so it must be good, right?
He Wanru left He Changwen's study with full of questions in her heart.
He Changwen returned his attention to the storybook in his hand.
Another hour passed,
He Changwen closed the storybook and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, "This storybook is amazing."
"Qinglian...how could you write such a storybook!?"
"No wonder it's called a martial arts storybook. Although it's about martial arts, the chivalry and concern for the country and the people are the true meaning of the storybook."
"It's really incredible..."
He Changwen suddenly frowned, looking at the three volumes of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" on the table, and fell into a tangle.
After a while, He Changwen suddenly stood up, picked up the complete set of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and hurriedly left the study.
He Wanru, who was just about to come over to see the situation, quickly shouted, "Dad, where are you going?"
"Dad is going to the Hanlin Academy."
"Then..." He Wanru also wanted to ask about "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", but she didn't dare to disturb her father's important affairs, so she could only say "Oh" with a helpless pout.
He Changwen rushed to the Hanlin Academy, and it happened that old Li Li Wenbin was still there.
"Old Li, come quickly." He Changwen waved to Li Wenbin.
As soon as Li Wenbin saw He Changwen's expression, he knew there was something good, so he trotted over quickly, "What? Is there something good?"
"It's really a good thing." He Changwen pulled Li Wenbin to the desk and placed "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" in front of Li Wenbin.
Li Wenbin was stunned, and then looked at He Changwen in disbelief, "Old He, is this the script?"
He Changwen nodded.
"Are you crazy? Are you watching this stuff in the Hanlin Academy?" Li Wenbin quickly closed the door, "The last time "Babble" could be said to be for Taibai's master's calligraphy."
"Come again this time? It's really not good to be seen by others. Even if nothing goes wrong, it's inevitable to be pointed out behind your back."
He Changwen didn't say much, "You read it first, and we'll talk about it after you've finished it."
Li Wenbin turned around and left, "Old He, such a thick storybook must have a million words, right? I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave first."
He Changwen grabbed Li Wenbin's sleeve and said, "Old Li, can I still harm you? You believe me, you will know after reading it... Taibai's handwriting will let you read it for half an hour."
As soon as he heard Taibai's handwriting, Li Wenbin suddenly smiled, "One hour."
"Okay! You're not allowed to take action for an hour." He Changwen also risked his life.
Taibai's handwriting, even if his daughter wants to read it, she has to be careful for fear of leaving any wrinkles on it.
"Deal!" Li Wenbin sat down decisively and opened "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".
Then, there is no more.
Two hours later,
The sky has already darkened.
Li Wenbin closed "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" with a complex expression on his face, "This is the first time I have ever seen someone write to this extent."
"This Qinglian is a great talent."
He Changwen looked at Li Wenbin with piercing eyes, "Old Li, don't you think now is a good time?"
Li Wenbin was startled for a moment, then seemed to remember something, and his eyes suddenly focused, "The war in Beiliang!?"
"That's right!" He Changwen affirmed, "Although martial arts has long been in decline, martial arts are indispensable in wars."
"As soon as these words came out, it simply raised the momentum of martial arts to a higher level. It may be of great benefit to the Beiliang war!"
Li Wenbin frowned, "Old He, do you want to think about it again?"
"Since ancient times, important matters such as war and luck have been focused on the classics of saints first, followed by military strategies, and then poems. This still has the glory of the literary saint list."
"Since when did war have to rely on scripts to boost energy and luck?"
He Changwen patted Li Wenbin on the shoulder and said, "Old Li, since poetry and prose can be used, why can't words be used?"
"In order to gather our luck, we have competed for Wenchang monuments in various counties and counties. Aren't we just unwilling to give up any bit of fame?"
"Now the war in Beiliang is about to start, and it is very likely to affect the entire northern battlefield. Our Jin Dynasty's war luck cannot be lost at all."
Li Wenbin was still a little hesitant.
He Changwen finally said, "We are the Hanlin Academy. Even we are timid, how can we expect others to succeed?"
Li Wenbin was finally persuaded, "Okay, this time I will go crazy with you!"