Fantasy: Kyushu Hitting Workers

Chapter 44 The Novelist

As the night fell, the lights came on.

Dozens of islands in Jixia Academy are shining brightly.At this time, there are always some disciples who can't stay idle and like to socialize. They hold banquets in various houses and mansions.

At night, Liuyun Island is not lit, and it still looks gloomy and gloomy, and it is pitch black from a distance.

The dim light that can be seen faintly is emitted by fireflies living wantonly because no one has dealt with the weeds on the island.

Li Mubai lives in a remote attic in the island, he is sitting in front of the table right now, a red candle is lit on the table to provide him with some light.

He stared at the rice paper with his eyes, holding a wonderful pen in his hand, looking like he was thinking hard, and the wastebasket under the table was already full of his waste manuscripts.

"Depend on!"

Li Mubai threw away the pen, scratched his hair angrily, rubbed the rice paper on the table into a mess, and threw it into the wastebasket casually.

What to write?
He had thought about it for a long time, and wrote a random one, but none of the stories satisfied him.

"May I come inside?"

There was a gentle knock on the door, it was Xuan Lingmo's voice.

"Master, please come in."

Li Mubai said dejectedly.

"It's hard work, look, I'll tell you you can do it."

Looking at the pile of waste manuscripts under the table, Xuan Lingmo smiled and said, "Writing a book while holding a candle, and dancing to the sound of chickens, this reminds me of my youth."

Li Mubai smiled embarrassingly when he heard the words, and he didn't know why the downcast man in front of him suddenly fell into self-movement.

"What did you write? Show it to the teacher, so I can guide you."

"Reporting to master, I am not satisfied after writing for a long time, so I lost it all."

"Ok?"

Xuan Lingmo frowned, then randomly picked up a ball from the wastebasket, spread it out and looked at it carefully.

Seeing this, Li Mubai coughed lightly twice, and threw off the jade bone fan to cover his face.

"It's pretty good."

Xuan Lingmo sighed while watching, "The princess kissed the frog, and the frog turned into a prince. It's very novel, you."

Li Mubai covered the folding fan up again, his whole face was buried under the folding fan.

"The prince knelt down on one knee to thank the princess and said: Princess, thank you for saving me. I still have one wish."

"The princess blushed and said: I will meet your request, just tell me."

The more Xuan Lingmo reads, the more satisfied he feels, Li Mubai is really talented. Although the story is very old-fashioned, and the ending can be guessed at a glance, it is still very attractive, isn't it?
"The next thing is the prince proposes marriage to the princess, right?"

Xuan Lingmo smiled lightly, shook his head and continued to look down.

"what?"

"Then the prince took another frog out of his pocket?"

???

After reading this, Xuan Lingmo's expression froze. The reversal happened so fast that he couldn't react at all.

Li Mubai coughed lightly when he heard the words, "This is me, I wrote it casually when I was upset, so you don't need to read it, master."

Xuan Lingmo turned his head and looked at him with a rather speechless expression. What is this writing?
The princess saved the prince, so the prince took out another frog, and the princess rescued the frog again, so, this is the story of two frogs becoming two princes, and then the two princes live and fly together?
"You really deserve to be the genius I fancy."

Xuan Lingmo sighed in admiration, and then picked out another ball from the wastebasket. He wanted to see what else Li Mubai could write.

"Once upon a time, there was a man who had a big mountain in front of his house. Every time he traveled far, he had to bypass that mountain. Then one day, he made up his mind to dig up this mountain."

Xuan Lingmo read slowly, then turned his head and glanced at Li Mubai again, this time the story feels a bit ordinary.

Is it to express perseverance to the world?Where there is a will, there is a way, and if you think about it that way, the story is not bad.

"The wise men in the village laughed at him: Can you finish digging at your age?"

"He said: I will have endless descendants after I die, so I will definitely be able to dig it."

The story should end here, Xuan Lingmo nodded approvingly, and continued to look down.

"The wise man smiled: Do you have a girlfriend?"

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Xuan Lingmo has been writing novels for more than [-] years. He has seen a lot from learning to writing as a child, but he has never seen such a flamboyant story.

Opening his mouth, he felt his throat was a little congested, and he didn't know what to say for a moment, he just turned his head to supervise Li Mubai, as if he wanted to see through what strange things were in his mind.

"Why don't you always go to another house to see?"

Suddenly, Xuan Lingmo felt that maybe he was wrong, and he shouldn't accept apprentices. The luck of the novelist has already died, and it should be the limit to pass it on to his generation.

"Master, I can still save it!"

Li Mubai hurriedly said, "I think I have the potential to be discovered. If you teach me yourself, maybe I can write some popular stories!"

"you?"

Xuan Lingmo raised his eyebrows, looked back and forth at Li Mubai, he shook his head, expressing his disbelief.

"I can!"

"You can not."

In the remote attic, the master and apprentice argued and talked for a long time.

"You bastard!"

Li Mubai said it in a good voice at first, but after Xuan Lingmo could only shake his head, he finally couldn't help it, and cursed loudly.

"You! Who do you say is a hitchhiker!"

Xuan Lingmo was so angry that he blushed and his neck was thick. He rolled up his sleeves and took a step forward, panting.

"Your writing is so bad that no one reads it. Either you are on the street or you are on the street!"

Li Mubai was not in the slightest, he poked his neck forward and said angrily, with the look of 'I have the guts to hit me'.

"you you!"

"What are you, you bastard!"

Li Mubai didn't show any weakness, stepped on the table with raised eyebrows and chattered endlessly, "Is anyone reading your broken book? Huh?"

"I"

Xuan Lingmo was speechless, and slowly lowered his outstretched hand. After a long time, he spoke in an inaudible manner: "No one asked me when I wrote a book for ten years. I just talked to myself. What's the point of telling the story in my heart?" Wrong, why is it rushing to the street?"

Seeing his appearance as a down-and-out scholar, Li Mubai's anger disappeared in an instant, as if what he said was too much.

Indeed, no matter what, you shouldn't hit a person who sticks to your heart, right?

"Cheer up! Let's revive novelists together!"

Li Mubai shouted: "Master, I think that as long as we work together, we will definitely be able to create a well-known story!"

"Good apprentice!"

Hearing the words, Xuan Lingmo cast aside many prejudices for a while. Yes, at least in this world, his knowledge of novels is unparalleled. If he is willing to teach with his heart, he will surely be able to teach a master of novels. Come out?
"As the saying goes, three cobblers are as good as Zhuge Liang, even if we are just two crooked melons, we can still be half as good as Zhuge Liang, right?"

Li Mubai's eyes lit up, he was already thinking about the novelist's future.

Although he didn't know who Zhuge Liang was, Xuan Lingmo could still understand him. He was speechless for a long time, and didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong.

So in the silent night, in the remote attic, in front of the simple wooden table, there was another downcast figure.

Holding the candlelight, the master and the apprentice sat at the table and began to write vigorously.

Under the bright moonlight, looking from a distance through the window, the two of them have the same appearance of nibbling on the tip of a pen, like
Two scumbags who are thinking hard but have no clue.

Another unknown time passed.

"I'm done writing."

"Yes, me too."

The two masters and apprentices looked at each other and smiled, then exchanged each other's manuscripts, holding them in their hands and examining them.

Xuan Lingmo is about a down-and-out scholar who has failed in the election for ten years, and meets a girl who has been fascinated all his life. In the end, the two are not together because of the mockery of fate and the obstruction of bullies and corrupt officials.

"Ha ha."

Li Mubai sneered, "What are you writing about? Do you know what is the most important thing in writing a novel?"

Xuan Lingmo was puzzled, but just looked at the other party suspiciously, "The character and the story, if these two points are satisfied, wouldn't it be enough?"

"Damn!"

Li Mubai scolded: "The most important thing in writing a novel is the explosive point, you can't get it started at all! Why aren't they together?"

"because."

Xuan Lingmo frantically tried to explain.

Li Mubai didn't listen at all, and interrupted him with a wave of his hand, sneered and said: "The down-and-out scholar is named on the gold list, returns to his hometown with fresh clothes and angry horses, marries a girl, punishes bullies, fights corrupt officials, wins a good name, fights against the faint king, and wins the world!"

After saying that, Li Mubai's aura also rose, and he looked at Xuan Lingmo contemptuously. At this moment, it seemed that the identities of master and apprentice had changed.

These cold words are extremely hurtful, and a few words have been impacting Xuan Lingmo's thoughts for decades, but the words are like a beam of long-lost bright light, illuminating Xuan Lingmo's long-lost heart, and he feels that he has an epiphany Well, it turns out that novels can still be written like this.

"Apprentice teach me!"

Xuan Lingmo said very sincerely, a rare light flashed in his pitch-black eyes, it was an expression of longing for knowledge.

(End of this chapter)