Abuse reformation

script?

I heard that the boss is stagnant.The ugly words that just came to his mouth were swallowed back in his stomach.

He cleared his throat, "What script? Take it out and have a look?"

"I can't take it out for the time being, because I haven't written it yet."

Hearing this, the boss' eyes widened suddenly, and there was a bit of displeasure between his brows: "Are you kidding me?"

Ye Huai smiled apologetically: "Boss, you have misunderstood, because I am here for the first time, and I don't have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone with me, so I can't give it to you."

Hearing this, the owner of the book store frowned, "Since there is nothing, what can I say? I'll take the air."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, "Go, go, don't disturb my business."

Even though he was ordered to evict customers, Ye Huai was still not in a hurry or angry, and just said in a low voice: "Doesn't the boss want to defeat Zhouji Bookstore and become the best bookstore in Yongning Town?"

Upon hearing this, the boss paused.

He looked up and down at the plainly dressed but still imposing young man in front of him, and after a while, he asked suspiciously, "Do you have a solution?"

But Ye Huai frowned, "The boss can listen to my story first, and then decide whether you want my storybook or not."

Hearing that, the owner of the book store finally understood. It turned out that this kid was going around and trying to sell his book.It was the first time he had met such a person in all the years he had opened the bookshop.

Anyway, there are not many customers in the store now, so you might as well listen to the stories he told.

As an old white reader who has read countless cool articles, and a part-time online novelist who has written several best-selling novels, Ye Huai can write stories with ease.And the first book he chose to set his foot on in Dawei is the most classic one--Waste wood upgrade flow.

Although this routine of novels is already rotten in modern times, it is undoubtedly an unheard of novel theme in Da Wei.

Thinking about it, Ye Huai smiled slightly, and lightly parted his thin lips: "On the top of that distant Shu Mountain, there is a sect called Tang Sect."

"A disciple named Tang An in the Tang Sect. Both of his parents died, and he was adopted by the head of the sect since he was a child. However, perhaps he was born unsuitable for martial arts. No matter how hard he tries, his kung fu will always be the worst among the disciples." .”

"Because he is an orphan, his kung fu is not good, and he can't speak. Tang An has always been the one who is bullied in the sect. Whether it is the senior brother who is called the sect's pride or the slave in charge of sweeping in the sect, whoever You can step on him."

"One day, Tang An was once again taunted and bullied by senior brother Tang Wencheng. Perhaps it was because he had suppressed it for too long, but this time he finally broke out and started to fight back. But he never thought that he would be seriously injured by his senior brother, his meridians were cut off, and he became a complete mess. Useless people."

Hearing this, the owner of the bookstore, who had been a little unconcerned before, stood up straight, "What about after that?"

"Because of fighting, the brother was fined and grounded. But Tang An was not so lucky, because he lost all his martial arts skills and could not continue to practice martial arts, so the elder expelled him from the school."

"Without the protection of a sect, Tang An, who lost his martial arts and became a cripple, felt ashamed. He felt that God was unfair to him, but he was powerless to resist. Under extreme pain, he jumped towards the cliff and committed suicide."

I heard that the owner of the bookstore frowned and was about to speak, but the handsome young man in front of him continued——

"Tang An thought he was going to die, but he didn't expect that after waking up, not only was his body unscathed, but all the meridians that were broken due to the fight with his senior brother were also connected."

Hearing this, the owner of the bookstore changed his previous impatience, and immediately became more focused.

At this time, other chattering voices of questioning suddenly came from beside my ears: "What's going on? Why didn't this Tang An die? Who connected his meridians?"

Looking back, at some time, other customers in the book shop surrounded him.

Ye Huai didn't answer, but just continued to tell the next story.

"Tang An tried to move his body, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that there was an inexplicable power in his body. This power not only allowed him to break through the barriers of his previous martial arts training, but also made him invincible! "

"'Where did this power come from? Who healed my body?' Just as Tang An was wondering, an old man's low voice suddenly came from his mind—it was me."

Having said that, Ye Huai stopped abruptly.

This made the audience anxious, "Who the hell is that? Why don't you continue talking?"

He glanced at the group of people in front of him with a half-smile, then turned to look at the owner of the bookstore who had already been fascinated, "How is it? Are you interested in buying my story book owner? "

"The boss is not interested, I am interested!" Without waiting for the boss to speak, one of the people present said: "If this little brother publishes a script, I will be the first to buy it!"

"Yes! I will buy it too!"

What's more, he immediately urged the owner of the book store, "Boss, buy it! We want to know the follow-up!"

The boss of Wuji Bookstore has never seen such a battle.The last time so many people rushed to buy books in his store was when Mr. Changling's "Yuefangzhai Notes" had just arrived.

There are still very few people in this small town who are willing to spend money to buy a collection of scriptures and histories. The vast majority of ordinary people like to listen to stories, and read this book as a pastime after dinner.Therefore, the story books in his store are the best sellers.

However, since Zhou Ji Bookstore on the opposite side bought a large number of fresh scripts, his business here has been worsening day by day.Although he really wanted to change this situation, he didn't have the connections like Boss Zhou opposite him, who could get the popular scripts in the metropolis and Fucheng.To be honest, he is also very worried these days because of this matter.

But the story told by this young man right now is refreshing.

With years of experience in doing business, Boss Wu keenly sensed the business opportunities.Thinking about it, he immediately raised a smile and said, "My little brother's words are interesting, of course I'm interested in buying them. It's just that..."

Ye Huai stretched out his hand and said: "If the boss is willing to provide me with pens, inks, papers and inkstones, I will pay fifty-fifty."

Hearing this, Boss Wu's face was a little hesitant, "Isn't it a bit..."

Too expensive?

Ye Huai raised his eyebrows, "If that's the case, then I'll go to the Zhou Ji Shusi opposite to ask..."

As soon as he turned around, his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.Looking back, I saw Boss Wu gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his heart: "Five five is five five!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Huai immediately showed a triumphant smile.

……

After leaving Wuji Bookstore, Ye Huai not only got the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he needed, but also got a deposit of one tael of silver.He made an appointment with Boss Wu, and ten days later he would come to him with the first volume of the story.

Near noon, Ye Huai squinted his eyes as he looked at the gradually rising sun.Decided to go to a nearby tea stall to rest for a while, avoiding the scorching sun.

At this moment, a terrifying scream suddenly came from a distance: "Dead man! Dead man!"

As the voice fell, crowds of people gathered around, and many people who liked to watch the excitement immediately ran to follow the sound.

Ye Huai is not interested in this kind of thing, after all, he used to deal with the souls of dead people from time to time.

Although I don't know who this person is, it is very unlucky to die at this time.Right now it happens to be three o'clock in the afternoon, and in ancient times, Wen Zhan always picked this time.The purpose is to suppress the Yin Qi of the deceased with Yang Qi.But the so-called prosperity must decline, and over time, this time point has gradually become the time when the yin is the most serious.

If you die at this time...

"Wow-"

Suddenly there was a cry of a little baby, accompanied by the mother's comforting voice: "Bao, be good, don't cry, don't cry..."

Ye Huai turned his head, and saw a woman hugging her doll and coaxing her at the side of the tofu stall, but the child kept crying.

"What's wrong?" The other women around were discussing, "Is the child hungry?"

"No, I think it's urine."

"Don't be scared, are you?"

Ye Huai stopped walking when he heard this, and opened his dark eyes to look at the little doll.I saw that the three souls and seven souls in his body were missing one soul.And the soul that slipped out of Lumen actually drifted towards the direction of the dead person in the distance.

Seeing this, Ye Huai didn't dare to delay, and immediately walked up to the woman: "One of his souls was frightened, so he must be brought back quickly, otherwise it will be troublesome."

The group of women were stunned when they saw the handsome young man suddenly appearing in front of them, but they became serious when they heard what the other party said.

The child's mother turned the crying baby and hurriedly said, "Then I'll go back to the village to find the sorceress."

Ye Huai shook his head: "It's too troublesome to go back and forth. When you go back to find someone, this soul doesn't know which horn has gone to Gada. It's easier to call back now that the soul has just been lost. "

The woman became anxious when she heard it: "But... I don't know how to call a soul!"

Ye Huai: "I will."

The only advantage in this era is that you have to use non-scientific methods to save people. Not only will no one call you superstitious, but they will do their best to provide you with what you need.

Ye Huai asked the tofu stall to order a bowl of rice and three sticks of incense, and asked the woman to take off the child's coat and wrap the bowl of rice.Then he lit incense and recited a mantra: "The fragrance spreads all over the dharma world, please ask the soul-receiving patriarch to come down to the clouds..."

After reciting a long spell, he asked the woman to keep calling her son's name to the place where her soul was lost in the distance.

The woman quickly followed suit: "A Bao! A Bao! A Bao, come back!"

Just keep shouting like this, for a long time, I saw a faint little transparent soul floating back from a distance.Not long after, it got in from the doll's forehead.

After a while, the child who had been crying in the woman's arms finally stopped crying, raised his head after a while, and yelled inarticulately: "Cool."

Seeing this scene, the woman wept with joy, and then hugged the child tightly, "Baby, it's good to be back."

The soul-calling was successful, except for the child's mother, the other seven aunts and eight aunts who were watching couldn't help talking——

"I didn't expect this little brother to have such abilities at such a young age."

"Yeah, I thought he was a scholar when I saw his appearance before, but I really didn't expect it."

On the other side, the child's mother, who had gradually calmed down from the excitement, wiped the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes and said with a smile: "My little brother, thank you. There is nothing good here." The paper bag was passed to Ye Huai: "You take this pancake with you to eat."

Ye Huai opened it and saw that it was a few pancakes, still warm.

Seeing this, he immediately raised a smile and said, "Thank you, big sister."

After saying goodbye, Ye Huai saw that the sun was not so vicious anymore, so he hurried towards the fish market.

But what he didn't know was that in the opposite restaurant, a man who had witnessed all this was staring at his back with deep eyes.

After a while, he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, got up and left his seat...