fifth form

Chapter 326 Sequence Family
"What? Is there really something wrong with my mother's sanity?"

"My biggest headache right now is how to persuade my parents to practice with us!"

Even if Zhang Xuezhou doesn't believe in Yi Sheng's judgment, practicing "Yin Yang Great Compassion Nine Heavens Curse" and "Spiritual Strengthening" will not bring harm.

The former can rely on the stimulation of Peiyuan Pill to promote entry, while the latter requires a certain talent, and may also require greater pressure and stimulation to make it possible for the cultivation of the spiritual strengthening chapter to go smoothly, and even require the use of potion stimulation in the subsequent stage.

Zhang Xuezhou knows how to practice these two contents, but how to get Song Fengying and Zhang Weimeng to learn it is a problem.

He kept communicating with Zhang Manqian on the newsletter.

"This matter is too difficult, and my parents will definitely not believe the cultivation techniques you fiddled with." Zhang Manqian replied, "Let alone force them to drink medicine."

"These things are difficult to handle, but I'm even more afraid that my parents won't be able to fix them!"

Zhang Xuezhou's response was a little low, which made Zhang Manqian feel heavy.

In Song Fengying's view, the two children are healthy and sunny, but they have a very high demand for improvement, and they are even constantly thinking about ways to support their parents' business development.

From Song Fengying's point of view, a huge sum of 600 million was a one-time fee for their entry into a high-level nursing institution.

Zhang Xuezhou and Zhang Manqian wisely did not mention genetic fighting and cultivation techniques, because they were afraid that Song Fengying would be under pressure.

And the judgment of Ren Sheng undoubtedly made them have to explain the relationship, and even brought their parents to practice together.

Practice is not easy. Practice is not only a matter of money and resources, but also involves qualifications and even age.

It is unrealistic to expect people in their 40s to practice well, and the requirements mentioned in Ren Sheng are still extremely high. Even for Song Fengying and Zhang Weimeng, the time left in their lives is not much.

"Is Professor Ren's judgment accurate?" Zhang Manqian asked in disbelief.

"Do you dare to bet?"

Zhang Xuezhou asked back, which made Zhang Manqian no longer have any hesitation.

This kind of thing cannot be gambled, and it cannot be gambled.

"Mom will be in Xijing City these days, I'll go pester Mom!"

In the end, each had assigned tasks. Zhang Manqian persuaded Song Fengying, while Zhang Xuezhou needed to deal with Zhang Weimeng.

Zhang Xuezhou pondered for a while before taking some video records for himself, then he added the communication number and sent the video to Zhang Weimeng's communication.

"Shocked, he actually did this to his pants!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the video he sent, and then at the title he chose. He felt that Zhang Weimeng would not wait a few days before clicking on the video to take a look.

A fake trick to mix private goods in the book finally became a way to seduce Zhang Weimeng, Zhang Xuezhou only felt that the world was impermanent.

In the video, Zhang Xuezhou holds the hair in his hand, and the hair turns extremely flexibly in his hand, and finally the hair penetrates the fabric on the pants.

His level is far from Jin Chang's ability to pierce cowhide casually, but it's enough for a show.

"When did you practice the Sunflower Book?"

In just a few minutes, the new friend was authenticated, and Zhang Weimeng's familiar response was also presented in the text.

"What Sunflower Book?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in surprise.

"This is the next novel I'm preparing, it's called Swordsman, and there's a character named Dongfang Bubai in it, and she's very good at killing people with a needle and thread," Zhang Weimeng replied.

"Is Tianlong Babu coming to an end?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"The profit is not enough, and it is not enough if it is not finished." Zhang Weimeng said: "A group of readers said that if I want to write classical martial arts, I should write it well. It is anti-human to intersperse with Child Elder Qiushui Wuyazi. It is not like swordsman at all. In my book There are all kinds of sprays in it, so I can’t write.”

"Don't be unfinished, unfinished will ruin your character," Zhang Xuezhou persuaded.

"I have decided to create another author account." Zhang Weimeng replied: "The trumpet I used has become a black fan. Not only do I wantonly spray my own books every day, but I also say that I can write such rubbish novels casually. Written better than 'Wen Chao Jin Yong', I vowed in the comment section to write a book to slap 'Wen Chao Jin Yong' in the face, now it has been built 99 floors, there should be a group of readers who join in the fun !"

"Now the novel world has played to this extent?"

"You don't understand Dad's current reader market..."

Zhang Weimeng complained for a while.

In the past, when there were few people, most of them were readers who loved martial arts novels. There are various praises in his books, and the readership is small but excellent.

But when he advertised at the Sudong City Awards Ceremony, some parents who didn't like martial arts novels followed suit, and some young readers also jumped in.

The most troublesome thing is that the young students did not discover Zhang Xuezhou's outstanding ability in the adult test from his martial arts novels, but fell into the temptation of extra-curricular novels, resulting in mediocre performance in the adult test.

Zhang Weimeng received subscription money from parents a year ago, but after the adult test, he began to suffer backlash.

In the comment section of his books, apart from discussing the plot, there are more cursing.

It's not that Zhang Weimeng doesn't want to use the author account that he worked hard to maintain in the past, but his current author account is already stinky, and the benefits of opening new books are predictably poor.

"From now on, when you edit chapters for me and release them, you must not send them to the account of 'Wen Chao Jin Yong'. My new author is called 'Dongfang Shuo'" Zhang Weimeng said.

"Dongfang Shuo? You changed our Sudong City casually into a pseudonym. Will this be discovered?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"The name of my anti-fan leader is Dongfang Shuo, and his prestige among the anti-fans is already very high, so he can't change his name anymore." Zhang Weimeng said: "And I didn't change my name casually. This involves an important point in my book. Characters, this pseudonym is only possible when they are combined with each other.”

"Forget it, don't discuss the pseudonym, just be careful, don't get beaten to death!"

Zhang Xuezhou replied casually, and when he saw the word 'beat to death', he came back to the business to do.

"Tell me about the design of the Sunflower Book of Martial Arts," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"The martial art I designed is a bit similar to the little magic you play. It's set in..."

Zhang Weimeng talked eloquently, while Zhang Xuezhou watched Zhang Weimeng's long speech absent-mindedly.

"You need to bring a needle to kill people. It's too bad, Jinchang... But Jinchang can't do it either. His kind of puppet silk is too expensive, and it will be useless without puppet silk. This kind of needlework can be used to kill people. It's not useless." usefulness!"

Zhang Weimeng's top masters kill people with needles and threads, which is indeed an innovation in classical martial arts novels.

I am used to seeing swords and swords cutting each other, needle and thread will indeed bring a sense of novelty to people.

But for Zhang Xuezhou, who has experienced Jinchang puppetry, this setting is not too novel.

Seeing Zhang Weimeng's triumphant inquiry, Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to join in for a few words.

"You are a writer of martial arts novels, and you are not capable. Can others believe in this novel design?" Zhang Xuezhou finally asked.

"Isn't it just a setting?" Zhang Weimeng wondered: "It's normal to have your own setting when writing novels!"

"Aren't you afraid that black powder will spray your settings as unscientific or logical?" Zhang Xuezhou replied with a smile.

"Let me tell you, I'm the leader of black fans now, and there are nearly ten thousand Gai Lou brothers under my sect, and they all agree with me!"

"Little brother Gailou won't turn black fans?"

"What are you talking about? My book hasn't been released yet. I'm very nervous when you say that!"

Zhang Weimeng looked at the content of Zhang Xuezhou's reply, and his already uncertain heart became even more uncertain.

He was deprived of a copy of Tianlong Babu by black fans. If he deprived of another copy, he would have to drink the Northwest Wind.

Thinking of his mother-in-law's big hole in which money was spent without limit, Zhang Weimeng felt his liver hurt.

"Would you like to learn the Sunflower Book from me? Then you will be able to stand up in front of black fans!"

When Zhang Weimeng was in a bad mood, Zhang Xuezhou sent another message.

"My hands and feet are clumsy, and I can't learn your little tricks," Zhang Weimeng refused.

"It's easy to learn, but you can do it with a little effort. After I laid the foundation, I only learned this for three days. Moreover, our Canglan Academy not only has this kind of small magic, but also sprays water to cure diseases and disguise. Think about it." , you should think about whether you want to learn these quack skills or not, maybe it can also drive the sales of your martial arts novels. This is a classic book I found in the library of Canglan University. rare……"

Zhang Xuezhou threw out the bait layer by layer, which made Zhang Weimeng feel a little reasonable.

"You're right. People who write martial arts novels don't know how to perform martial arts with both hands. It's untenable to say that. Even tricks and small magic tricks can make me perform both hands!"

Looking at Zhang Xuezhou's invitation, Zhang Weimeng felt that when the manuscript fee was paid, he could go to Xijing City to gather folk songs.

"Why, you transferred the money back to me, what do you mean?"

When Zhang Weimeng euphemistically expressed his time to go to Xijing City, he only listened to the reminder from the electronic wallet in the communication.

He looked at the 5000 yuan transferred by Zhang Xuezhou, and for a moment he didn't understand why Zhang Xuezhou was so loose.

"Father, hurry up and learn this little craft. You may be the best performer among the authors. Maybe you can lead a sensation and make more money by writing novels!"

Zhang Xuezhou's response made Zhang Weimeng silent for a few seconds.

He feels that he is really a 'good son', and he is unambiguous in urging his parents to earn money, trying to be as efficient as possible.

"I am now an advanced student at Canglan University. I can eat and drink for free every day, and I have a salary of 3000 yuan a month. Of course, if you come to the school to write, I will go to the school to apply, and maybe I can give you a free meal and drink." quota!"

"Free food and drink?"

"You can choose meat and vegetables every day, and you can eat fruits as you like, and live in a spacious big house. You can rest assured that you will be satisfied!"

"real or fake?"

"Come and have a look if you don't believe me!"

In order to bring his father ashore for treatment of possible mental illness, Zhang Xuezhou also coaxed and lied.

He didn't believe it anymore, other people's family were all master sequencers, and he and Zhang Manqian couldn't even bring their parents ashore.

(End of this chapter)