Chapter 68: Masterpiece

　　 The summer wind, with the heat, passes through the hall.
　　 Sun Mo walked between the bookshelves, pulling out a book from time to time, turning a few pages at his fingertips.
　　 Zheng Qingfang was sitting on a wooden chair, his eyes were not blinking for a moment, and his inattentive movements gradually became softer subconsciously, afraid of damaging the manuscript paper.
　　 To be honest, Zheng Qingfang was disdainful when he saw the first sentence at the beginning, thinking that Sun Mo was talking big.
　　 This line is simple and straightforward, and the description is accurate, but there is almost no literary talent at all. To put it bluntly, it is a vernacular.
　　 But looking down further, I find it interesting.
　　 A sacred stone gathers heaven and earth auras and nurtures a spiritual womb. When a wild monkey bursts out of the stone and rises to the sky, Zheng Qingfang is shocked and unspeakable.
　　The protagonist is a monkey?
Do not? Is it the protagonist’s pet?
　　The protagonist’s appearance is so novel, popping out of the stone? There has never been a single case in Zheng Qing’s Fangguan novels for decades.
　　……
　　 Zheng Qingfang is also considered to be very extensive, but at the beginning, he gave him a high score of nine points, which is extremely satisfied.
　　 is one point, because the literary talent is really bad.
　　 Thinking of this, Zheng Qingfang wanted to revise it himself. It really spoiled the beginning, but when he looked down, Zheng Qingfang could not think about things, but was completely immersed in the story.
　　 Journey to the west, Shi E, the Monkey King is born!
　　 Wandering around the cape, seeking growth and immortality!
Watching this wild monkey gambling with the monkeys, he was the first one to enter the water curtain cave and subdue the monkeys. He called himself the Monkey King. Zheng Qingfang happily touched his beard, and then saw the monkeys grow old, sick and die. The Monkey King was shocked. After wandering around, looking for the way of longevity, he couldn't help showing a lonely look.
　　Longevity?
　　 How difficult it is!
　　 Seeing the wild monkeys all the way to find, suffering, making jokes, and getting into a lot of innocuous troubles, Zheng Qingfang laughed.
　　 Until the wild monkeys wandered for several years, they came to the Xieyue Sanxing Cave of Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai, and worshiped the ancestor of Bodhi as a teacher. Zheng Qingfang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
　　 "Finally I can learn art!"
　　 It's just Zheng Qingfang's tone, and he quickly raised it again, and began to feel nervous, because in this world, how can there be any immortality?
　　 But then, before Zheng Qingfang was lost, he saw that the wild monkey had the name Monkey King, and he also learned seventy-two changes and a somersault cloud that can turn one hundred and eight thousand miles.
　　 At that moment, this old man, who was more than a few years old, couldn't help but applauded the case, recalling his youth.
　　 Lu Zhiruo squatted next to him, and wanted to wait for the old man to finish reading, and then read it again by himself, but he didn't even give up the manuscripts he had read. It was simply too annoying.
　　 Fight against the group of demons, regain the Shuilian Cave, go to the East China Sea, get the wishful golden hoop, then go to the Lower Mansion, change life and death, and then fight the heavenly generals...
　　 Seeing Sun Wukong being locked into the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun, Zheng Qingfang's heart was squeezed, and then he became a fierce eye and made a big noise in the palace, which turned upside down.
　　 This time, Zheng Qingfang couldn't help it anymore, he stood up suddenly, patted the table hard, and yelled, "Good spirit!"
　　……
　　 Time passed by one minute and one second, Zheng Qingfang was completely immersed in the story, and accompanied the Tang Seng and four of them on a journey to the west to learn from the West.
　　What kind of literary talent can't?
　　 Sorry, Zheng Qingfang had overlooked it early, he only had four masters and apprentices in his eyes, and ninety-nine-eighty-one difficulties!
　　 Suddenly, Zheng Qingfang's hand is empty, where's the manuscript? Gone? It's gone? He turned his head swiftly, stared between the bookshelves, and screamed hoarsely.
　　 "What about the bottom?"
Lu Zhiruo who was next to 　　 was taken aback, and stepped back in shock.
　　 Sun Mo did not respond.
Zheng Qingfang walked hurriedly, jumped over several 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 it will be a battle with Zhenyuan Daxian, right? ?"
　　 Sun Mo smiled and pulled away Zheng Qingfang's hand that was holding him.
　　 "You said it!"
　　 Zheng Qingfang is about to die in a hurry.
　　 "Does it look good?"
　　 Sun Mo asked back.
"good looking!"
"very nice!"
"Too beautiful!"
　　 Zheng Qingfang changed three sentences of praise in a row, and stroked the manuscript paper with his right hand. It was a long time since he had read such a good story. It was like drinking a good wine.
　　 "Really? Right?"
　　 Lu Zhiruo shrank half of his body behind the bookshelf, grinning openly, and a little joy on his face: "I'll just say yes, Mr. Sun wrote very well!"
　　 Papaya Niang feels proud of it.
　　 "Teacher Sun?" Zheng Qingfang looked at Sun Mo: "Which school are you from?"
　　 "Zhongzhou Academy!"
　　Sun Mo formally introduced himself.
　　 Zheng Qingfang invited Sun Mo to sit down, and served him tea personally, and even mixed with Lu Zhiruo for a cup.
　　 "Sorry, sorry, it's been a long time since I saw such a beautiful book, and I forgot the time."
　　 Zheng Qingfang was very embarrassed when it was not early.
　　 "So can I get a thousand copies?"
　　Sun asked with a smile.
　　 "Yes, absolutely!"
　　 Zheng Qingfang nodded immediately, then shook his head again: "This literary talent, can you polish it up?"
　　 "No!"
　　 Sun Mo answered cleanly, jokes, he can't write classical Chinese.
　　 In fact, Sun Mo's literary talent is good. He also published a few prose and poems in school, but in the eyes of the ancients, it is not enough.
　　 "Hey, what a pity!"
　　 Zheng Qingfang sighed and glanced at Sun Mo deeply. The meaning is very simple. If such a good story is accompanied by gorgeous writing, how good would it be?
　　 "With all due respect, what is the purpose of the novel?"
　　 Sun Mo didn't want to be underestimated, so he countered.
　　 "Look!"
　　 Zheng Qingfang smiled.
　　 "That's right, written in this kind of vernacular, old women and old men in the countryside can understand, this is the best destination for this story."
　　 Sun Mo shrugged his shoulders.
Zheng Qingfang was stunned. For Sun Mo's remarks, he didn't know how to refute it for a while. Yes, this is a novel. It was born to be read, and it is not the classics of the sages. Talents will go to see.
　　Sun Mo drinks tea.
　　 Lu Zhiruo also picked up the teacup in every way, and I was so happy to watch the teacher argue that the old man in the bookstore had nothing to say!
Ding!
　　The favorability degree from Lu Zhiruo +5.
　　 The prestige relationship with Lu Zhiruo, friendly (183/1000).
　　 "Old man Zheng, look, it's not early..."
　　 Sun Mo didn't say the second half of a sentence. It was not early. He wanted to sign a contract and took the money and left.
　　 "Oh, I was careless!"
　　 Zheng Qingfang opened the drawer, took out a bell and shook it.
　　 Soon, an old servant walked in from the backyard.
　　 "Go and prepare a sumptuous banquet."
　　 Zheng Qingfang is about to talk to Sun Mobing Zhuye, why should he dig out the following content: "Right, take another thousand taels of silver!"
　　 The old servants are well-trained and effective.
　　 Soon, the food is ready for one table.
　　Sun Mo came to Jinling and he hadn’t eaten a big meal yet, but just by looking at the dishes, he knew that the dishes were not cheap.
　　 A tray of silver ingots was also placed on the table, one fifty two, twenty in total, shining brightly on the light of the butter candle.
　　 "Old Huaifang's vintage wine, try it!"
　　 Zheng Qingfang poured a glass of wine.
　　 "Thanks to Mr. Zheng for his hospitality."
　　 Sun Mo drank a mouthful and responded to Zheng Qingfang with a glass. Then he turned the glass upside down and put it on the table: "Sorry, I can't handle alcohol!"
　　 Zheng Qingfang is a generous person. He didn't feel that he was not enough man because of Sun Mo's demeanor. He said that he was comfortable and started drinking.
　　 I occasionally got a good book today. If I don’t get drunk and Fang Xiu, I’m really sorry for this "Journey to the West".
　　 "Eat your own food!"
　　 Seeing that Lu Zhiruo was a little cautious, Sun Mo gave her a piece of beef.
"Ok!"
　　 Mugua Niang felt warm in her heart, but she was also very well-behaved. Seeing that the wine in Zheng Qingfang's cup was gone, she took the initiative to help pour the wine.
　　 Zheng Qingfang doesn't stick to the rules, and there are a lot of rules on the wine table, so it's good for everyone to have fun.
　　 After the three rounds of wine, he pushed the plate full of silver ingots to Sun Mo: "Look at my memory, now all the silver is yours."
　　 "I said, I don't sell manuscripts."
　　Sun Mo refused. This is a huge sum of money, but it is not enough to buy "Journey to the West".
　　 "Look at what you said, even if I am blind, I don't think I can buy this book at just one thousand taels. This is just for your living expenses. I hope you won't delay writing a book because of the firewood, rice, oil and salt in your life."
　　 Zheng Qingfang explained: "As for the manuscript fee for the book, don't worry, we will calculate it separately."
　　 "I can't have it!"
　　 Sun Mo took a bite of the dish and pushed the tray back.
"Sun Mo, I'll ask you to call you a little friend." Zheng Qingfang looked at Sun Mo and expressed his emotions: "It's too hard to get a good book. It's even harder to get a good book that you can't put it down. Sun Xiaoyou~www.mtlnovel .com~Please accept my kindness? I just hope that I can see the following content as soon as possible."
Ding!
　　The favorability degree from Zheng Qingfang +10.
　　 The prestige relationship opened with Zheng Qingfang, and the current status is neutral (10/100).
Sun Mo was speechless, and the prompts of the system rang. This shows that Zheng Qingfang really likes this book, he really appreciates himself, not a trick to get the manuscript of "Journey to the West", but you become a book fan. Is it too fast?
　　 At least wait until I finish reading the entire book of Journey to the West, OK?
　　 If you do this, I will be proud!
　　 Although the outline of the story of Journey to the West has not changed, the text is written by myself, and some plots and characters have also added some of their own ideas. Isn't it plagiarism?
　　 To be honest, as a teacher, Sun Mo is still very resistant to this kind of behavior. He would not write "Journey to the West" unless the money was spent too quickly.
　　 But then again, it is also a great thing to let the indigenous people of Kyushu in Middle-earth experience the literary classics of our big flower planters.
　　 Zheng Qingfang pushed the tray over again, and then couldn't help picking up the manuscript. After reading it, he couldn't help but praise it. It was so beautiful!
　　 Then his expression was lost. Hey, I won’t see books of this level anymore. Isn’t it even boring in life?
Zheng Qingfang gave Sun Mo silver. In fact, he was a little selfish. In addition to wanting to see the second half of "Journey to the West" as soon as possible, he also wanted to see "Dragon Ball" and "Transformers" from this amazing novel. Look, those two movies are not too bad.
　　Thinking about this, Zheng Qingfang, who was addicted to books, couldn't help it. He was so uncomfortable that he was scratching his heart and lungs. He couldn't wait to grab Sun Mo's head and press him against the table to write a book to himself.