peerless teacher

Sun Momomo commented that if Qi Shengjia, an honest man, was accepted as his apprentice, he would be able to contribute 100 favorability points in a few days.

Of course, with Sun Mo's character, he would not recruit Qi Shengjia for the impure purpose of goodwill.

After Sun Mo finished opening the three boxes, and Lu Zhiruo finished cleaning the dormitory, he immediately took Papaya Girl to Yuelaixuan Bookstore.

Jinling City is a bustling city. There are horse-drawn carriages on the street. Sun Mo hails one at random, and he can afford the fare for a few copper coins.

Lu Zhiruo was holding a linen schoolbag, glanced at Sun Mo from time to time, and hesitated to speak.

"Look at it if you want!"

Sun Mo leaned against the car wall, admiring the scenery outside the window, while thinking about how to deal with Zheng Qingfang and maximize his benefits.

With permission, Papaya Niang's eyes immediately bent into two crescent moons happily, and impatiently and carefully took out the manuscript paper.

Even though she had already read the previous part, Lu Zhiruo couldn't help but read it again, and after reading it, she was immersed in it.

……

"Get out of the car!"

After paying the fare, Sun Mo yelled.

Lu Zhiruo didn't respond.

dong dong!

Sun Mo bent his fingers and knocked on the wall of the car.

Lu Zhiruo was still unaware, reading the novel eagerly.

"Lu Zhiruo, we're here!"

Sun Mo turned up the volume.

"what?"

Papaya Niang was startled, raised her head, and looked around blankly, what happened?Oh, no matter, "Journey to the West" is good to watch, but Sun Mo actually made a big disturbance in the Heavenly Palace, really domineering.

Just when Lu Zhiruo lowered her head and was about to read this passage again, she suddenly realized that she wanted to accompany Teacher Sun to the bookstore.

All of a sudden, Lu Zhiruo packed up the papers in a hurry and got off the carriage.

Sun Mo turned around and entered Yue Lai Xuan, a faint smell of incense immediately lingered in his nostrils.

"coming?"

Zheng Qingfang, who was lying on the wooden chair, saw Sun Mo and straightened up: "I haven't seen you for so many days, I thought you were joking?"

As Zheng Qingfang spoke, he glanced at Sun Mo, seeing that his hands were empty, a sense of disappointment immediately surged into his chest.

The Journey to the West, Dragon Ball, and Transformers with weird names, I don’t know what it’s about, I really can’t see them.

Hmph, I know young people are unreliable.

Zheng Qingfang is a book addict. After returning to his hometown, his old friends were not around, and he couldn't get together to chat. Reading became the only pleasure. However, he read too much and had no more books to read.

Ever since he heard the three names mentioned by Sun Mo that day, Zheng Qingfang has not been able to eat well or sleep well in the past few days, always thinking about what it would be about.

The so-called good book is just a name, which is enough to make people imagine.

"Is our agreement still count?"

Sun Mo chuckled.

"Of course, as long as your book is good enough to sell out, I'll go all out and print a thousand copies for you, and I'll give you all the proceeds!"

Zheng Qingfang thought about who I am, so naturally he must do what he says, but he still played a trick. All the books that can be sold out are all blockbusters. Every year, there are one or two books that are good. Most of the books will be backlogged on the shelves of bookstores to eat ashes.

"That's good!"

Sun Mo nodded: "Zhiruo, give him the manuscript!"

"Ah!"

The one who followed came in was holding the schoolbag, feeling a little bit reluctant, can you give it to the old man after reading it by yourself?

"Oh? Did you really write it out? Quick, show it to me!"

Seeing Lu Zhiruo's hesitation, Zheng Qingfang got up, rushed to her in three steps at a time, and took the schoolbag away.

"Oh, be careful, don't break it!"

Seeing Zheng Qingfang's actions, Lu Zhiruo felt distressed.

Chapter 68

The summer wind, with dry heat, passed through the hall.

Sun Mo wandered among the bookshelves, pulling out a book from time to time, flipping through a few pages casually.

Zheng Qingfang sat on the wooden chair, without blinking his eyes for a moment, and his movements, which were originally casual, gradually became softer subconsciously, fearing that the manuscript paper would be damaged.

To be honest, Zheng Qingfang was disdainful when he saw the first sentence at the beginning of the chapter, thinking that Sun Mo was talking big.

The writing is simple and straightforward, and the description is accurate, but there is almost no literary talent to speak of. To put it bluntly, it is vernacular.

But it's interesting to look further down.

A divine stone that gathers the aura of heaven and earth and conceives a spiritual fetus. When a wild monkey burst out of the stone, soared into the sky, and hung straight into the sky, Zheng Qingfang was so shocked beyond words.

The protagonist is actually a monkey?

Do not?Is it the protagonist's pet?

The appearance of the protagonist is so novel, jumping out of the stone?Zheng Qingfang has been observing novels for decades, and has never seen a case.

……

Zheng Qingfang can be considered to have dabbled in a wide range, but this beginning made him give a high score of nine points, which is extremely satisfactory.

One point short, because this literary talent is too poor.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qingfang wished he could write and revise it himself. It really ruined the beginning, but looking further down, Zheng Qingfang couldn't care less about thinking, but was completely immersed in the story.

Journey to the West Shi'e, the Monkey King is born!

Travel around the corners of the world, seeking immortality!

Seeing this wild monkey betting with other monkeys, being the first to enter the Water Curtain Cave, subduing all the monkeys, calling himself the Monkey King, Zheng Qingfang stroked his beard happily, and then seeing the monkeys dying, the Monkey King was shocked, Then wandering around, looking for the way of longevity, he couldn't help showing a lonely expression.

Longevity?

How difficult it is!

Seeing the wild monkeys come all the way, endure hardships, make jokes, and get into a lot of harmless troubles, Zheng Qingfang laughed.

Until the wild monkey wandered for several years and came to the Xingyue Sanxing Cave in Fangcun Mountain of Lingtai, and worshiped the Bodhi ancestor as his teacher, Zheng Qingfang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally I can learn art!"

It's just that Zheng Qingfang's tone quickly raised it again, and he became nervous, because in this world, how can there be any technique of immortality?

But then, before Zheng Qingfang lost his mind, he saw that the wild monkey had the name of Sun Wukong, and learned 72 changes and a somersault cloud that could turn hundreds of thousands of miles.

At that moment, the old man, who was already over seventy years old, couldn't help applauding, recalling his youth.

Lu Zhiruo squatted beside her, wanting to wait for the old man to finish reading it and read it again by herself, but he didn't even let go of the manuscript that he had read, it was just too irritating.

Fight the monsters, take back the Water Curtain Cave, go to the East China Sea, get the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, then go to the Underworld, change the book of life and death, and then fight against the generals of the Heavenly Court...

Seeing Sun Wukong being imprisoned in the alchemy furnace of the Taishang Laojun, Zheng Qingfang's heart ached, and then he practiced his sharp eyes and made a big disturbance in the heavenly palace, turning the world upside down.

This time, Zheng Qingfang couldn't bear it anymore, he stood up abruptly, slapped the table hard, and shouted: "How bold!"

……

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Zheng Qingfang was completely immersed in the story, and accompanied Tang Seng and the four on a journey westward to learn Buddhist scriptures.

What's wrong with literary talent?

I'm sorry, Zheng Qingfang ignored it a long time ago, he only has four masters and apprentices and ninety-nine 81 difficulties in his eyes!

Suddenly, Zheng Qingfang's hand was empty, where is the manuscript paper?Gone?It's gone?He turned his head with a swish, stared at the bookshelves, and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"What about down there?"

Lu Zhiruo who was next to her was taken aback and took several steps back in shock.

Sun Mo didn't respond.

Zheng Qingfang walked quickly, jumped over a few bookshelves, found Sun Mo, and couldn't wait to grab his hand and asked, "What's next? Sun Wukong actually destroyed the ginseng fruit tree. I'm afraid he's going to fight the Great Immortal Zhenyuan." ?”

Sun Mo smiled, and pulled away Zheng Qingfang's hand that was holding him.

"You said it!"

Zheng Qingfang was dying of anxiety.

"Does it look good?"

Sun Mo asked back.

"nice!"

"very nice!"

"Too beautiful!"

Zheng Qingfang exchanged three words of praise in a row, and stroked the manuscript paper with his right hand. It's been a long time since I read such a good story, it's like drinking fine wine.

"Is it? Is it?"

Lu Zhiruo huddled half her body behind the bookshelf, her eyes widened, her face full of excitement: "I'll just say yes, Teacher Sun's writing is excellent!"

Papaya Niang felt proud.

"Teacher Sun?" Zheng Qingfang looked at Sun Mo: "Which school do you belong to?"

"Central State Academy!"

Sun Mo formally introduced himself.

Zheng Qingfang invited Sun Mo to sit down, served tea for him personally, and even had a cup with Lu Zhiruo.

"Sorry, sorry, I haven't seen such a beautiful book for a long time, I forgot the time for a while."

Seeing that it was getting late, Zheng Qingfang was very embarrassed.

"So can a thousand copies be published?"

Sun Mo asked with a smile.

"Yes, absolutely!"

Zheng Qingfang nodded immediately, then shook his head again: "This literary talent, can you polish it up?"

"cannot!"

Sun Mo answered neatly, jokes, he can't write classical Chinese.

In fact, Sun Mo's literary talents are good, and he published a few prose poems in school, but in the eyes of the ancients, it is not enough.

"Oh, what a pity!"

Zheng Qingfang sighed, and took a deep look at Sun Mo. The meaning was simple. If such a good story was accompanied by gorgeous writing, how good would it be?

"With all due respect, what is the novel written for?"

Sun Mo didn't want to be underestimated, so he fought back.

"Look!"

Zheng Qingfang smiled.

"That's right, if it is written in this kind of vernacular, even old women and old people in the countryside can understand it. This is the best destination for this story."

Sun Mo shrugged his shoulders.

Zheng Qingfang was stunned. For a while, he didn't know how to refute Sun Mo's remarks. That's right, this is a novel, and it was born to be read by people. It's not the famous ancient and modern works of sages and great sages. Only reading books Only people will see it.

Sun Mo drinks tea.

Lu Zhiruo picked up the teacup in a similar manner, watching the teacher argue with the bookstore old man without anything to say, so happy!