Survive, the rules of rebirth for the villain witch

“I worshipped the God of Wealth.”

Youhuang answered without hesitation.

Yan Rong clenched the "Min Bao" tightly with both hands and tried her best not to hit the girl in front of her.

"Did your mother deduct your monthly allowance?" Yan Rong asked after a moment's hesitation. You Huang didn't expect that as soon as he opened his mouth, he suspected that her monthly allowance was deducted. She was stunned for a moment and said, "My ideal is to become the richest man in the world, so of course I have to pray to the God of Wealth more often."

"To put it simply..." You Huang clasped his hands together and said, "I only seek wealth and glory, not true love."

"If a person loses his emotions, he is no different from a demon." Yan Rong retorted coldly, and after glancing behind You Huang, he said, "What is ruthless is not true emotions, but desires. When a person has no desires, that is when he is the most powerful."

"I know." You Huang said disapprovingly, "Tolerance leads to greatness, and lack of desire leads to strength."

"It's easier said than done." You Huang looked back at Mr. Yin and said, "If a person has no desire, he will lose the motivation to make progress."

"So you set yourself the goal of becoming the richest man in the world, just to keep yourself motivated." Yan Rong's smile returned to her face, and she said calmly, "Be the richest man, it's better than doing nothing, drinking and waiting to die every day."

"I'm obviously working very hard. How can I just sit there drinking and waiting to die?" You Huang retorted dissatisfiedly. She had obviously done a lot of things.

"But you never ask about the results." Yan Rong thought for a moment and said, "In the last assessment, I wrote such a good essay, but Mr. Murong didn't publicize it. Don't you feel at a disadvantage?"

"As the saying goes, anything that has nothing to do with life or death is a small matter." You Huang thought seriously and said, "Besides, Mr. Murong may feel that it is inappropriate to let a child write a love story, so he did not publish it in order to protect the student."

"You actually helped him find a good excuse." Yan Rong was a little surprised. She didn't expect that she didn't care about Murong Xuan's exploitation.

"They are all small matters, why bother with the details." You Huang glanced back at Mr. Yin and said, "You see, Mr. Yin's move at least made him think about the end of the get out of class. If it were other students, they would think that their study time was wasted. I think we can finally get rid of this old man."

"What do you think of Mr. Yin's chess skills?" Yan Rong was stunned for a moment and then asked with a smile.

"He's addicted, but he's a lousy person."

After a few days of confusion, Youhuang's peaceful life was torn apart by Chu Youyou's scream when the fourth issue of "Minbao" came out.

"Chu Youhuang, I know which one you wrote." During lunch, Chu Youyou rushed to the dining hall, put the "Minbao" in front of Youhuang and said, "No wonder you said I would know in the fourth issue. You hinted so obviously, but I didn't notice it. I'm so stupid."

"Which one?" Murong Xuan came over and asked as soon as he heard it.

"This 'Investiture of the Gods' is the novel she wrote." Chu Youyou pointed to the title of the novel.

"How did you see it."

Yan Rong didn't expect that Chu Youyou could figure out the solution to the problem he hadn't figured out.

Chu Youyou moved her finger, pointed at two words and said, "Daji, the fox she raised is called Daji."

"What a lousy fox, Daji is of spirit fox descent." You Huang immediately retorted, "Among all the foxes, it is of royal descent, very noble."

"Daji is a male fox, but the Daji in Investiture of the Gods is a female. Would it be hard for everyone to relate to the plot if they knew that?" Chu Youyou looked at Youhuang worriedly, "Even I find it hard to continue reading the book."

"Please don't bring the plot in the book into reality." You Huang said disapprovingly: "Besides, who knows that I have a male fox named Daji except us?"

"Let's not talk about the fact that Daji is a male. What a crappy pen name you gave yourself." Chu Youyou muttered softly.

"A Taoist nun." Youhuang answered generously.

"Are you afraid that others don't know? Can you, Chu Youhuang, tell fortunes for others?"

"I think it's pretty good." You Huang said disapprovingly, "A mythological novel written by a Taoist nun and an outsider is always worth looking forward to."

"It's not good if you think it's good. It's only good if everyone thinks it's good." Chu Youyou snorted coldly and said, "Just wait until you get home, where your third uncle and aunt will force you to change your pen name." After saying that, she left the cafeteria angrily.

"Chu Youhuang..."

"Mr. Murong, if you persuade me to change my pen name, I will hang myself on a tree in the southeast to show you."

Murong Xuan was interrupted by You Huang just as he was about to open his mouth. Hearing her threaten him with hanging himself, he was stunned for a moment: "Don't be upset. I'm not trying to persuade you to change your pen name."

"I mean, you should just write poetry. Writing a novel is too time-consuming and laborious. I don't think many people will read it carefully."

"Students really can't write poetry, those are just casual words." Youhuang insisted that she couldn't write poetry, she was just a copy of ancient poems, and it would be easy to make mistakes if she copied too much.

"I have seriously considered publishing the poems you wrote in the past under another pen name." Murong Xuan really didn't want to bury such good poems, they deserve to be known by more people.

"Don't think about asking me to continue writing [The desert is filled with solitary smoke, the long river is setting with round sun], anything is fine." You Huang refused to continue writing these two lines even if he was beaten to death: "Your Majesty also asked me to continue writing before, but I didn't finish it, so I just put together two random poems to get it over with."

"You also wrote two poems for His Majesty!" Murong Xuan stood up excitedly, pointing at Youhuang and said, "Why didn't you show me your new poems earlier?"

You Huang reluctantly explained the matter of the empress learning poetry, and said calmly: "The palace ladies sent all the things to the mansion, and I could only put together two poems at random to get the job done. I don't know whether it is good or bad, anyway, there is no further story."

"Write it out and I'll show it to you."

Murong Xuan loved poetry all his life, and whenever he saw good poems or lyrics, he would read them carefully.

Youhuang turned his head and took a look at Yanrong.

Yan Rong immediately said, "Mr. Murong, the canteen is open for a limited time. You should eat first and then go back to write poetry."

"Then it should be fine to read it once." Murong Xuan could only settle for the second best option. It wouldn't affect his meal after listening to it.

"It's okay to recite it once." Youhuang said without hesitation: "The first one is "Huai Xu Pavilion". I sit alone in the deep bamboo forest, playing the zither and whistling. No one in the deep forest knows, the bright moon comes to shine on me."

"This is about your fourth uncle." Yan Rong smiled when she heard it. You Huang continued to recite the second poem: "The second poem is "Snow on the River". No birds fly in the thousands of mountains, and no people are seen on the thousands of paths. An old man in a straw hat and raincoat is fishing alone in the cold river snow."

"This poem describes the scene of an old Taoist nun fishing for her students by the stream in the back mountain in winter."

The second poem Youhuang took the initiative to explain: "I originally wanted to write [A Taoist nun in a lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river snow], but I always felt it was weird, so I changed it to what it is now."

"Using 'Yi Dao Gu' means leaving the world, while using 'Yi Guan Wang' means making a living, which is closer to real life." Murong Xuan sighed after explaining, "When I saw your poem 'Jiang Xue', I thought of the scene of last spring's river trip when fishermen paddled a small boat and fished in the windy and rough river."

Hearing this, You Huang recited casually: "People who travel on the river only love the beauty of perch. Look at the boat, appearing and disappearing in the wind and waves."

After hearing this, Murong Xuan and Yan Rong looked at each other in tacit understanding, and said with a smile: "Chu Youhuang, does this poem count as half of my contribution?"

"poetry!"

You Huang looked at Murong Xuan in shock.

After a while, he explained: "I didn't write a poem, I just described an event."