Chapter 210 The Sword Immortal Who Loves to Write Storybooks
Yun Muchen said: "Zhu Mingming!"
Zhou Jin said: "This name is a bit special. There is no sharpness or arrogance. It seems like an ordinary ordinary person. Do strong men like to pretend like this?"
"Hehe, maybe."
Yun Muchen shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Let's go back to Xuanji Gate first. The Immortal Master is not here, so he probably has more important things to do."
When Mrs. Wen Qu heard this, she waved her sleeves, and a BMW carved car as majestic as a mountain and as gorgeous as a galaxy appeared.
She smiled and said: "This is a space carriage. Its speed is comparable to that of a saint traveling through space. I give it to you. Come on, get on it."
"As expected of a domain lord, this is such a handiwork, tsk tsk!"
Yun Muchen gave a thumbs up. He suddenly approached Mrs. Wen Qu, blinked, and asked: "Madam, I have a presumptuous question, um... Forgive me for being abrupt, why are you called Mrs. Wen Qu? Whose wife are you?
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"My husband is a swordsman. Seventy thousand years ago, he unfortunately died while pursuing the supreme path of martial arts."
Mrs. Wen Qu said calmly.
There was a touch of sadness in her eyes unconsciously.
Zhou Jin immediately pulled Yun Muchen away, "Okay, stop talking, let's get in the car!"
"Master, I will go back in a few days!"
Chang Ying was the first to board the magnificent and sparkling tall carriage. Her white clothes were fluttering, and she waved with a smile on her lips.
Mrs. Wen Qu smiled and said, "Little one, please don't break your appointment."
Chang Ying smiled with narrowed eyes and nodded heavily.
Zhou Jin, Yun Muchen, and Zhou Zhulu got on the bus one after another.
Mrs. Wen Qu whispered to Li Mayfly again: "Tianxuan Lord, Xie Feng is the benefactor of me, Kaiyang Lord, and Tianshu Lord. Without him, the three of us might still be trapped in the lower world.
"There is nothing busy in the Seven Stars Region at the moment. You can stay at Xuanji Gate for the time being. If there is any provocation from others, there is no need to report it and you can resolve it yourself. If anything goes wrong, I will take care of it for you."
Li Yufeng nodded and said: "Understood!"
"Old Chongzi, hurry up, I'm waiting for you!"
On the space carriage, Zhou Zhulu opened the curtain, urged loudly, and smiled happily at the same time.
Due to his obsession with the devil, Zhou Zhulu has an irritable personality and is relatively taciturn. He likes to think and practice quietly alone.
Most of the time, his face is frozen and expressionless. Although his aura is strong, his presence is weak because he hates being disturbed by others.
He didn't have any close friends in the Xuanji Sect. He talked more to Zhou Jin because he was of the same clan and origin.
It's not that the others are bad, it's that he is too cold! Too autistic!
But now!
He is very happy!
Be happy from the bottom of your heart!
He met his old friend Lao Chongzi. What’s commendable is that Lao Chongzi hasn’t changed!
He was still the good brother he knew with a bad temper, who would kill at the slightest disagreement, but who was affectionate and righteous!
Hearing this, Li Yufeng cupped his hands at Mrs. Wenqu, turned around and jumped onto the carriage!
"Let's go back to Xuanji Gate!"
Yun Muchen shouted loudly, and the carriage flew away in the sky, disappearing into the horizon, leaving only a faint trace of clouds.
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Second sequence.
In the southernmost part of this vast land, there is a sky with towering buildings and bright colors, as hot as its name——
Red tomorrow!
There is only one power in this heaven, the Sun and Moon Palace!
The Sun and Moon Palace is tens of thousands of miles across, and the cities are like giant swords standing tall in the sky, towering into the clouds and majestic, giving people a thrilling shock.
Sun Moon Palace, Flame Palace.
A man was leaning on a reclining chair. He was dressed in silver and red clothes, with black hair and a handsome and solemn face.
His eyes were slightly closed, his right hand was rubbing his temples, looking like he was deep in thought.
Behind him, a maid in blue was holding a fruit plate, pricking a piece of peach flesh full of energy with a silver skewer, and gently brought it to the man's mouth.
He is the fifth lord of the Sun and Moon Palace, Zhu Mingming!
Zhu Mingming opened his mouth, bit off the peach flesh, squinted his eyes, and chewed it with enjoyment.
"Palace Master!"
Suddenly, a figure in white clothes hurriedly came over. The woman had a pretty face and her brows were filled with joy.
Zhu Mingming opened one eye: "Xiao Bai? Why are you so happy?"
The maid in white raised a book in her hand: "Your story book has sold out again!"
Ba.
Zhu Mingming opened his other eye, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and sat up straight.
He smiled and said: "Xiaobai, Xiaolan, have you read this storybook by my palace master?"
Both maids shook their heads.
Xiaobai said: "We are new here. We dare not read it privately without your permission."
Zhu Mingming raised the corners of his mouth: "Now, let's see!"
Xiaobai and Xiaolan looked at each other.
Three days ago, they were transferred to the Yan Palace to work for Zhu Mingming. According to rumors, the fifth palace master was free and unrestrained, free and loose. He liked to write story books the most, and his story books were quite famous.
After they arrived at Yan Palace, they discovered that the rumors were true! The Lord of the Fifth Palace was very friendly and never treated his servants harshly. He only focused on creating every day, and it was easy to be his maid.
The yellow storybook "Waiting for the Light to Come" in Xiaobai's hand is written by the name "Hermit", which is Zhu Mingming's pen name. If he revealed his real name to others, it would probably cause a sensation in the entire First Heaven.
This book tells the story of the protagonist who works hard to expose the villain's shocking conspiracy.
Xiaobai and the two watched attentively, and Zhu Mingming paid attention to their reactions.
Although he is also a very experienced author, he still feels a strange sense of shame when someone reads his script...
After a while.
Zhu Mingming coughed lightly and asked the two women: "How is it?"
Xiaobai nodded: "Very good!"
Xiaolan nodded: "Very good!"
Zhu Mingming continued to ask: "Do you have any other comments or suggestions?"
Xiaobai hesitated to speak, thought about it, and finally couldn't help but said: "Uh... don't have a romantic affair in every chapter..."
"cough."
Zhu Mingming clenched his fist, put it to his mouth, and coughed again.
He smiled and said: "Well, if a person is not romantic, then it will be in vain for youth, in vain for youth, in vain for middle age, and in vain for old age!"
noob:"……"
Xiaolan: "..."
Zhu Mingming lay back on the recliner again, crossed his feet, and started a new round of thinking:
"I have another idea. I want to write a story about an ascended person's counterattack. This one is relatively niche. I have already thought of a name, and it will be called "Thunder: The Cultivation of Heaven"! What do you think?"
After that, he looked at the maid with a smile.
Xiaolan nodded: "The name is very domineering and special, and with the blessing of your pen, Palace Master, it will definitely become popular!"
Zhu Mingming frowned again: "Most of the ascendants written by the predecessors were inspirational articles about self-improvement. This kind of story is already a cliché. I want to write about something different, about a peerless genius who is invincible among his peers!"
Xiaobai said: "Palace Master, there are ready-made materials!"
"Come and tell me."
"You have been immersed in creation recently. You don't know what is happening outside, but a blockbuster genius has appeared at this Ten Thousand Immortals Conference!
"He was originally an ascended person who came from the wilderness of the tenth sequence. However, he defeated the three major forces in the conference and won the championship in one fell swoop. Palace Master, isn't this the protagonist you want?!"
