Chapter 351: Jing Zhichun's troubles 4 even asked for monthly tickets

After attending the meeting of the Chinese Metaphysics Promotion Association and returning to the editorial department of Lingwu Periodicals, Jing Zhichun felt only a little upset.
Although the chief editor’s office is luxuriously low-key, full of culture and comfortable, this was originally carefully arranged by Jing Zhichun. Staying here always made him feel good, as if he had forgotten that he had lost Hand-held facts.
But now, this scene has made Jing Zhichun even more upset.
He rubbed his temples hard with his only hand, where he was beating suddenly, and the pain was terrible.
Even a few green muscles were exposed on his forehead, which was the result of violently biting his teeth.
With his cultivation practice, it will always be like this, and there is only one possibility: Dao Xin loses his heart!
Before he encountered a major disaster, he had just reached the sixth stage of the early cultivation practice. However, after being imprisoned for so many years and suffering so many tribulations, one day he was rescued and cultivated, and after his recovery, he rose to the top of Tier 6 as if he were on a rocket. Visible one of his talents.
Although, due to the loss of one hand, his limbs were incomplete, causing him to have no way up, but after his ordeal, Dao Xin should have been polished to a considerable extent.
But even so, when he heard the content of the meeting that shocked him, he still lost his heart.
"I... what should I do?"
Jing Zhichun groaned in pain. The severe pain in the temple, although unbearable, was far inferior to his inner struggle.
"Abolish the martial arts system and promote the academy system..."
Thinking that the China Metaphysics Promotion Association had already listed this content as the focus of future work, Jing Zhichun closed his eyes in pain.
As an outstanding disciple of the Maoshan School, who was previously trained as a candidate for teaching, Jing Zhichun's deep feelings for the school can be imagined, how can he accept such a result.
but……
According to the information obtained during the meeting, this proposal was actually proposed by his great benefactor Yang Chenzheng, one side is the life-saving grace, the other is the cultivated grace and family-like feelings...
As a deeply influenced by traditional ideas. The grace of dripping water will be reported to Yongquan. He even longed for those who paid any price in return for gratitude in ancient times, and he didn't know how to choose.
The point is that he has now lost the possibility of rising among the martial arts, although he is not reconciled. But he who lost an arm is no longer able to be vigorously trained by the martial arts. Martial arts have limited resources. People like him have no chance.
But his life-long belief was to advance on spiritual practice. How could it be just given up? Not to mention losing one hand, even if you lose all your hands and feet and become blind and deaf. As long as the breath is still there, I don't want him to stop asking for the avenue.
It is impossible for the school to train him. Now the only possibility to cultivate his strength, I am afraid that only the Chinese Metaphysics Promotion Association. At least, this Chinese Metaphysics Promotion will cultivate people. It doesn't look at your background or qualifications, it only depends on your credit. Just make a big contribution. Natural resources will be given to you.
Otherwise, even with the support of the government, it would be impossible for the China Metaphysics Promotion Association to develop to this day.
Thus. He faced a difficult choice: whether to choose to be loyal to the school or to rely on the Chinese Metaphysics Promotion Association.
Loyal to the martial arts, then he will lose his last future of spiritual practice, and at the same time will disappoint the grace of the big benefactor. You can choose to rely on the Chinese Metaphysics Promotion Association... after all, it was the sect that he grew up with. After all, it is to treat him like a master of a parent and child. To face them, how does he endure?
At this time, the door was opened, and Xiao Mo'er, Jing Zhichun's female assistant, rushed in: "Editor-in-Chief, with your electricity..."
Halfway through, the young female assistant closed her mouth subconsciously.
In front of her, was that Jing Zhichun, who had lost her hand but was still personable and full of charm of a mature man, making her and even other women in the editorial department unmoved?
In the past, Jing Zhichun took care of his whole body in an orderly manner, and there was also a kind of firmness and calmness that would only occur after suffering. It felt like a towering mountain, and there could never be anything that could break him down. Can make people rely on at any time.
Such a person can fascinate any woman.
But now?
What happened?
Now Jing Zhichun, with his rumpled clothes, his hair covered with hair, his breath is scattered, his eyes are indifferent, and his eyes are full of bloodshot blood, how can he have the slightest style?
The assistant even suspected that this was not the previous editor-in-chief, wouldn't he change his personal?
Jing Zhichun suddenly raised his head, his eyes startled the assistant: "What's wrong? Didn't you let me in without you?"
After all, he was from the main gate, and he was a very good monk in every respect. Even in this distracted situation, his tone was only a little more impatient, and he did not have the slightest sense of anger.
However, his movements and eyes that looked a bit vicious, and although he was only a little impatient, but he brought his own powerful words because of the cultivation behavior, but Xiao Moer was terrified: "Total... Edit... You... What's wrong with you?"
Xiao Mo'er frowned slightly: "You don't care what happened to me, what's the matter with you coming in?"
Xiao Moer flinched and lifted the phone in his hand, shaking his face and replied: "Editor...you...your phone..."
She closed her eyes halfway, fearing that there would be a terrible storm.
"phone?"
Jing Zhichun's patience was impatient. With one move, a whirlwind rolled Xiao Mo'er's mobile phone in his hand and grabbed it with his hand and placed it on his ear. The tone was very bad and said, "I am Jing Zhichun."
There was silence for a while, and Yang Chen's voice came: "Jing Daoyou, this is Yang Chen."
Jing Zhichun's complexion immediately changed. He took a few deep breaths, and Xiao Mo'er was surprised to see that the editor in chief had returned. Although he was still disheveled and covered in hair, his temperament was not much different than before.
"Yang Zhenren, it turned out to be you! Thank you for the real rescue, Zhichun is grateful!"
Yang Chen smiled and said: "I also encountered it occasionally, but I just noticed by the way that the merits of rescuing Jing Daoyou can still be sent by the factions and nobles to teach the true people, and it has nothing to do with me. It's just a matter of raising hands, Jing Daoyou don't have to worry too much. "
Jing Zhichun shook his head hard, even though he knew that Yang Chen couldn’t see it on the phone, it was still like this. It seemed that only in this way could he express his firmness in the heart accurately:
Yang Zhenren, although you’re doing everything, but for me, But it is the grace of reconstruction! Without your notice, the master and the martial arts side, it is impossible to know my whereabouts. This biggest benefactor is still a real person!"
Yang Chen quickly humbly.
The two exchanged greetings back and forth in this way, and finally Jing Zhichun mentioned the topic: "A real person calls Zhichun, I don't know what to say? As long as Zhichun can do his best, go to the chase and go all out."
Yang Chen smiled easily: "No need to be so nervous. It's not a big deal, that is, I have a manuscript that I want to submit to Lingwu Journal, and I hope it can be sent out as soon as possible."
Jing Zhichun was still a little worried, whether Yang Chen would let himself be a pioneer in overthrowing the martial system. Yang Chen’s great grace was there, neither was he refused, nor was he refused, and his heart was entangled.
Unexpectedly, Yang Chen answered him this way, he was suddenly overjoyed, and he was still ashamed: on the side of a villain, you really spend the belly of a gentleman, how can a person like Yang Zhenren do such a mean thing? I'm so sorry Yang Zhenren's kindness to you!
On the one hand, Jing Zhichun promised nothing: "Yang Zhenren can come to surrender, that's the honor of our Lingwu Periodical! No problem, the real man's manuscript is the priority for publication. Let me take a look at it, and take down one manuscript first. , To be republished in the next issue, let the real man's manuscript be published first.
Yang Chen said: "Jing Daoyou, I'm not a manuscript. There are several papers. There are a lot of content, but it's really impossible. I will leave it for the next issue."
"So how do you do? How many manuscripts do you have? Really can't. If you want to withdraw more manuscripts, you should give priority to the man..."
"However, I have a lot of manuscripts, I am afraid it is not a matter of several manuscripts. According to my estimation, according to the previous planning of the Lingwu Periodicals Department, a journal has a total of two hundred pages. I need at least one hundred pages. ! Is it time to change the layout now? When will this journal be published?"
"Just go to the printing house today, and it will be sent out at night." Jing Zhichun frowned, but also a little embarrassed: "There are so many real-life manuscripts, and it is really too late to modify the typesetting..."
As he said, "I have, real people, it's better to do this. I made the real man's manuscript into a special supplement, and I don't have to change the typesetting. I will send the e-mail to the real man later. The real man sends the manuscript and directly types it. , Which is faster and should be printed with the main issue."
"Wait..." Yang Chen heard something wrong: "So fast~EbookFREE.me~ There is not enough time to review the manuscript."
"What is the review of the man's manuscript?"
Xiao Mo'er beside was also curious. She knew, though, that the editor-in-chief was personable and gentle, but that was everyday life. When faced with official business, but the eyes can not rub the sand.
You must know that this Lingwu periodical itself was created and developed in the midst of controversy. Although it is disgusted and criticized by many people, there are also many monks who want to make a big name on the Lingwu periodical, in order to be famous. This manuscript is always indispensable. There are many of them who want to take the opportunity to gilt themselves. From the moment when the periodical was returned to the China Metaphysics Promotion Association, no one had ever come to intercede, and wanted the editorial department to accept manuscripts that were in their hands.
However, since Jing Zhichun was airborne and became the editor-in-chief, the check on the manuscript suddenly became extremely severe. No matter who you are, no matter what your origin is, no matter who's face, the manuscript is not good, I won't give it to you. There was even a time when he dismissed his master's reputation as a real person, which was unselfish.
Unexpectedly, when this real person who didn't know what to say started, Jing Zhichun agreed so unprincipled, and she didn't review the manuscript at all. (To be continued.) Activate new URL