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According to the original outline, Qiao Jing planned to finish writing the book in three volumes.

The first book is the shortest, and it tells about Mei Qingyun's process from decadence to awakening, the encounter with Qian Xiaoyun and some daily stories that happened during the exam preparation days. Although the plot also has turbulence, it is relatively stable.

This is why Qiao Jing named the essay "Rebirth".

The second volume should be the longest one, and it is also the process of Mei Qingyun relying on the imperial examinations, step by step from a poor scholar to a Jinshi.Qiao Jing has been researching the imperial examination system in this world recently, and found that Daliang generally followed the way of writing questions in the previous dynasty, but there were differences in the details. These are all aspects that he needs to pay attention to during the writing process.

Therefore, the progress of his manuscript storage is very slow, the first volume is almost sold to the Western Regions, and the manuscripts at home have only accumulated a few pages - even Emperor Liang couldn't help but send someone to ask him if he needs anything For information, he can look for it from the library in the palace.

Qiao Jing naturally declined Emperor Liang's kindness. After all, when it comes to databases, there is no database more complete than 008.

... He is just a simple Calvin.

Qiao Jing plans to publish the last volume before he and Jing Xinglan leave this world, so maybe after the second volume is finished, he will write some other content to change his mood, and the third volume will be in his spare time. Occasionally bring the manuscript with me.

The reason for thinking this way is that Qiao Jing felt that the third book would involve a lot of content about officialdom, and the imperial court would definitely have a lot of advice to ban his book.

He just wanted to write, and he didn't want to think about messy political factors, let alone revise, so he happily decided to run away after finishing the book.As for others?Then it has nothing to do with him.

Jing Xinglan has also adapted well to the fact that Qiao Jing gets stuck from time to time. After jokingly reminded him once that day, he basically never mentioned the matter of making Qiao Jing rush the draft.The various rare seeds he had replanted in the ground some time ago finally germinated, and now they are taken care of as treasures every day, for fear that they will be destroyed if they are not careful.

The morning glory in the courtyard is also in full bloom. The originally bare fence is covered with vine branches and leaves. Every clear weather can see colorful butterflies flying up and down beside the petals.The not-too-hot sunlight poured into the window, light golden dust floated in the air, and the faint scent of tea mixed with the scent of ink made the time seem particularly long in this small courtyard.

Looking at the green mountains and green waters in the distance, Qiao Jing sitting in front of the desk would always subconsciously be lost in thought, imagining what kind of scene it would be like in the misty and misty mountains.

According to the villagers of Liujia Village, on the other side of the mountain, there is an ancient temple built thousands of years ago.

Once upon a time, there lived an eminent monk in the temple, with white hair and a childlike face, his eyes were as clear and clean as a newborn baby.No one knows how old he is this year. Someone once asked him this question, and the person concerned just clasped his hands together, nodded slightly, and smiled without saying a word.

Apart from his age, what people are most curious about is why he became a monk.

He came to this temple a long time ago. At that time, the eminent monk was just an ordinary sweeper, but he could easily lift a stone lock weighing hundreds of catties.There are even people who say that his skills have not declined until now, but that he is no longer easily shown in front of others.

Qiao Jing was very curious about the story of this eminent monk, so he asked Jing Xinglan to help him infiltrate the confidential intelligence center in Liujia Village—that is, the group of old people who couldn't do farm work and could only sit on a small bench every day. Among a group of old men and old ladies chatting at the entrance of the village.

In the end, it really made him ask something interesting.

The oldest man in the village said that when he was a teenager, out of curiosity, he ran to that temple with a few friends, and sneaked into his temple while the eminent monk was out fetching water. Room.

They wanted to discover some secret and peerless exercises, but the eminent monk's room only had an old scripture, a futon, a simple straw mat, and a Buddha statue.

"At that time, we were quite unwilling, and thought that there must be a secret room here, which hides the secret of immortality." The old man grinned with a toothless mouth, "Otherwise, how could the monk live?" So many years? So we opened the scripture and found a yellowed portrait inside. There was still someone else at the time. Anyway, I just took a look, and the sentry outside shouted for someone to come back, let us run quickly."

That's the end of this story. After all, even the young man has become a toothless old man, and the eminent monk is not a real Buddha, so it is impossible for him to live for such a long time.

Just one night a few years ago, he passed away quietly.

It was more than a month after he was discovered, and the summer was extremely hot, but the eminent monk's body did not rot, he leaned against the wall quietly, and maintained a cross-legged and bowed posture until his death.

He didn't leave any inheritance, and the scripture that the old man said was still placed in front of the Buddha statue, but it was covered with a layer of dust.However, people did not find any portraits inside. I wonder if the eminent monk destroyed it himself.

Maybe ordinary people passed away with a sigh after learning about this story, but Qiao Jing's thinking diverged from this, and he made up an unknown story that happened decades ago, and a possibly wonderful, It is full of regretful young years.

Regarding the eminent monk and the portrait of the young man in fresh clothes and angry horse, he had another idea of ​​two male protagonists.

As I said before, the vast majority of authors in the world have a mentality of scumbags. No matter how well the book they are serializing is doing or how popular it is with readers, for them, the next one they look forward to the most will always be the next one.

Like Qiao Jing, who hasn't even finished the second volume yet, and now a rough idea for a new article pops up in his mind.

For the next book, he wants to write a martial arts story about love and hatred.

In terms of the title of the book, it is called "Entering the Rivers and Lakes".

Because Qiao Jing often heard the villagers of Liujia Village greet each other in the early morning, and when they saw those people carrying baskets up the mountain to pick tea, they would laugh and ask, "Going into the mountains?" Over time, Qiao Jing also got used to this saying, thinking When the title of the book came to mind, the word "enter" was the first thing that popped up in my mind.

Entering the world, leaving the world, what is freedom, and how can people get real freedom and liberation, this is a question he wants to discuss in the book.

There are many ways to write the subject of martial arts. Some people want to express "the chivalrous use of martial arts to violate the ban", and some people express the involuntary sorrow after entering and leaving the rivers and lakes by writing some love and hatred in the world.But Qiao Jing didn't want to think so much, what he thought was very simple, that is, to write about the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes who are happy and vengeful, and write about their freedom, free and easy, and the opposite of their homes all over the world, wandering all their lives.

Loneliness is their choice and their destiny.There is no doubt that the eminent monk is the prototype of the characters in the book. This is the first time that Qiao Jing has already planned the ending of the protagonist before thinking about the beginning and outline.

If Mei Qingyun chose a stable and bright career that ordinary people would envy and yearn for, then the protagonist in "Entering the Rivers and Lakes" must be the kind who will deviate from the public and walk on the single-plank bridge without hesitation. A maverick once in a while.

Maybe, we can also engage in a linkage?

While Qiao Jing was thinking, such an idea suddenly popped up.

Anyway, it's all about the ancient background, "Into the Rivers and Lakes" he didn't intend to write the specific dynasty, but simply blurring the name of the dynasty will not prevent the protagonist from dealing with officers and soldiers. As for the time... let's set it after Mei Qingyun became an official.

"So," Jing Xinglan, after returning from the outside, looked down at a few pages of freshly baked manuscript paper on the table, and Qiao Jing, who passionately wrote a few thousand-word outline and kept the manuscript next to him, sighed, "You Are you planning to write a second book?"

"Of course not. Isn't this inspiration coming all of a sudden?"

Qiao Jing said confidently.

Although he didn't write a manuscript, he was still doing business and didn't fish for it.

"I began to feel that it was a wrong decision for me to set up Mirror Bookstore," Jing Xinglan said after pondering for a while, "There are only editors and publishers who urge manuscripts relentlessly in the world, because the authors will try their best to delay manuscripts... Still too soft-hearted."

When Qiao Jing didn't want to write a manuscript, the most common way to divert his attention was a kiss.

Although he knew in his heart that the young man was playing tricks, it had to be said that Jing Xinglan really liked this trick very much.So this trick Qiao Jing has tried a hundred times—of course, generally speaking, the price he has to pay later is not just a kiss.

But this sentence also reminded Qiao Jing.

Only then did he realize that Jing Xinglan is now his editor and boss?

At this moment, the image of the man suddenly grew taller in his eyes.

Qiao Jing had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain: "Actually, I finished the most difficult plot yesterday, so the second volume should be finished this month...probably?"

"When an author doesn't want to write a manuscript, what step can he do?" Jing Xinglan pressed the back of the chair with one hand and propped the desk with the other, looking down at Qiao Jing who was sitting on the chair, slightly pursing his lips. He said, "Mr. Qiao, your reason for delaying the manuscript has already been used once, and it is not enough to convince me at all."

Qiao Jing asked subconsciously, "Then how can I convince you?"

Jing Xinglan smiled without saying a word.

Time passed minute by minute, the young man's expression changed from bewilderment at the beginning, to bewilderment, and then to fidgeting at the end. The smile in Jing Xinglan's dark eyes got deeper and deeper, and he couldn't hold back.

"Unspoken rules of the industry," he straightened up, and said slowly and methodically, "authors who fail to submit their manuscripts on time will be locked up in a dark room. Mr. Qiao, I have given you two chances."

For some reason, when Jing Xinglan called him by his nickname, Qiao Jing only felt numb, but when the man called him "Mr. Qiao" in a serious manner, Qiao Jing pursed his lips tightly, but his heartbeat started to speed up involuntarily.

"Don't...not in front of the window."

In the end, he compromised and just made a request in a low voice.

"You are not qualified to bargain with me," but Jing Xinglan was very ruthless today, and he even started to count the manuscript papers, "One, two, three, four, five, six, these few days, just write Six?"

He shook his head, put down the manuscript paper, and expressed regret: "Mr. Qiao, you really let me down."

Qiao Jing couldn't take it anymore, and if Jing Xinglan kept shouting like this, he was afraid that he would have ptsd for the title of Mr. in the future.The young man took a deep breath, and did not forget to carefully put away the manuscript paper on the table. Then, under Jing Xinglan's half-smile eyes, he silently took out a book from the deep drawer.

"...Shall we watch together?"