I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 163 The Story of the Stone

It was only then that Lin Qian realized that he was just a bait, no wonder the imperial court had to send him all the way to southern Xinjiang.

In this Southern Expedition, the protagonist is not the Southern Expedition Army at all.

"It's not that we don't take your safety seriously."

"Two half-saints protect you personally, this kind of treatment is not available to everyone."

Lu Xun was not worried about the half-holy battle outside, and came to Lin Qian with a smile, as if he was worried that Lin Qian would be dissatisfied because of this.

Lin Qian nodded, and after thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong. Before the imperial court transferred him to Southern Xinjiang, no one should have known about the witch clan's conspiracy.

"Haha, you don't need to think too much, we set up this game after we found out that there was a rain master from the Wu Clan robbing and killing you."

Lu Xun seemed to see what Lin Qian was thinking, and then seemed to think of something, and quickly added, "We happened to be passing by at the time... just in time for the meeting, just in time for the meeting."

"The grace of saving life is unforgettable."

Lin Qian didn't understand why he had to explain the last sentence, but he also understood why Master Yu didn't come to chase them down in the end. It turned out that Lu Xun and Li Qingzhao saved them.

At the same time, he was also a little thankful that he had maintained his character just now. If he had agreed to join the Wu Clan just now, he would have been embarrassed on the spot.

"Hahaha, easy to say, easy to say..."

Lu Xun smiled all over his face, and after sneaking a look around, he said to Lin Qian, "Well, Yi An's biography, was it written by you?"

"biography?"

"It's the article about the good girl who drinks and plays cards."

"Oh!" Lin Qian nodded.

"Can you change it?"

Lu Xuntu saw it poorly, "The thing about Zhao Mingcheng in your book is simply nonsense, and that Zhang Ruzhou is simply an insult to the half-sage Yi'an. Changed to Lu Xun, Yi An obeyed Lu Xun's words..."

"Uh……"

Lin Qian was sweating profusely. When he wrote the article, he only paid attention to the storyline and avoided allusions to the imperial court. He didn't even use his real name, but he forgot. Although his name was Zhao Mingcheng, everyone knew that Yi An The layman's husband is Lu Xun!

No, it's a bit embarrassing for the writer to be approached by the master.

Seeing Lin Qian's expression, Lu Xun thought that Lin Qian was unwilling, so he took out a finger in his pocket for a long time, and took out a finger, "This is a cultural treasure inscribed with the great Confucian supernatural power 'Sun and Moon in a Pot'. The space, which I usually use to hold some gold and stone artifacts, is given to you now."

Lin Qian's eyes lit up. He had experienced the benefits of space-type treasures before. If it weren't for the gift bag that the younger sister gave to the elder brother before departure, the two of them would have been beheaded for missing their promises.

After all, the fabric needed for a glider is not enough for two people even if they take off their clothes.

Of course, Lu Xun could see the liking in Lin Qian's eyes, and put his finger into Lin Qian's hand, "Then, biography, look, can it be changed? It doesn't matter that Yi An obeys Lu Xun's words, Zhao Mingcheng abandoned her, And Zhang Ruzhou..."

"Ha ha!"

Before Lu Xun finished speaking, a sneer came from his ear, and there was already a goose-yellow figure beside him.

"Ah...haha, is it over so soon?"

The familiar voice made Lu Xun's hairs stand on end, he laughed dryly, and could only pretend that he didn't say anything.

"Let's go back to Qingzhou. Fighting is really boring. Why don't you drink and play cards..."

Li Qingzhao glanced at Lu Xun, who was like a quail, nodded slightly to Lin Qian, and disappeared in place.

Looking at the place where the two disappeared, Lin Qian also smiled from the bottom of his heart. It is really a great joy in life to see Lay Yi An living such a happy life in Daqian, thank you for your talent!

Unfortunately, talent is not everything.

For example, Wang Zi'an was also very talented back then. A preface to the Tengwang Pavilion blew up the literary world, and even the half-sages praised him for his half-sage appearance, but unfortunately he was attacked by barbarians when he was out on a sea trip. He died at the age of 27, otherwise the human race would definitely have another half-sage.

If he hadn't happened to meet Lay Yi An and Mr. Jiaxuan today, I'm afraid he would have followed in Wang Zi'an's footsteps.

Yong'an on the side was also smiling like a flower. He didn't know what happy things he thought of. He looked at Lin Qian and said, "Let's go back to Annan. Fighting is really boring. Why don't you go back and play backgammon and hopscotch..."

Why are these words so familiar?
……

"Eh? Why is this article different from what I read before?"

"Why did Zhao Mingcheng swear to protect Lay Yi An to the death? Did I remember wrongly?"

"Brother, read carefully. How can there be Zhao Mingcheng, isn't it Lu Xun?"

In Chang'an, in the tavern, three or five scholars drank and had fun together, occasionally reviewing the past and learning the new. Although Lin Qian's biography had been published for a while, it was still the topic of conversation among the scholars after dinner.

No, everyone will talk about it at the party, and soon they have a dispute. Everyone is clearly reading the same article, so why are the storylines so different?

It can't be said that it has nothing to do with it, it's the complete opposite!

In the end, everyone entered the Palace of Literature, read it again, and then began to doubt life a little. They remembered that this article was obviously not like this before?
"Huh? Can you still play like this?"

In the bamboo forest of Wangchuan, Wang Wei sat up from the reclining chair, and a sudden inspiration came to his heart. Who wouldn't want the pleasure of modifying one's life?

"Shame of the literati!"

"Where is the character of the literati?"

"Author, if you are kidnapped, you can blink."

As soon as the article was revised, there were countless comments in the background, which made Lin Qian a little helpless. He originally thought that he modified it secretly, and no one would find out. After all, he has been publishing for so long. Who the hell is so boring? Still often brush twice and three times?

Forget about the others, what's the matter with you, Wang Wei?

You are a half saint!Are you so free?

But there's nothing he can do about it, he also wants to maintain his literati style, but Lu Xun gave him too much!
Of course, the matter of Zhao Mingcheng and Zhang Ruzhou can be changed. As for the layman Yi An's obedience to Lu Xun, Lin Qian still doesn't have the guts. Of course, Lu Xun probably doesn't want him to change like this, otherwise he will be the first to be unlucky. I'm afraid it was himself.

Jiang Ning, Cao Mengruan smiled.

After all, the novel is not history, let alone this kind of more interesting biography, so it doesn't hurt to change it.

But after reading this article, he suddenly stopped a fictional biography he was writing.

He has written quite a few biographies like this these days. With his writing style and conception, he naturally beat up a lot of followers, but the interest is slightly worse than Lin Qian's, and the statistics are naturally not as good.

This made him a little suspicious of life. He is a dignified Confucian, so he is not as good as a junior?
Although I have heard the Tao first and then, and I have specializations in art, but after all, I have become a great Confucianist through novels, and I am still overwhelmed by others in writing novels. Is this unreasonable?

Until just now, he suddenly realized that this kind of fictional biography is indeed a kind of novel, but after all, it is not what he is good at. Why should he compare himself with others in the field that he is not good at?

"Why don't you write something you are good at?"

"Why don't you write about yourself and the people around you, what kind of stories would happen in a world without talent?"

Lin Qian's biography gave him inspiration, but unlike Lin Qian's short stories, he is preparing his next novel!
For a while, Cao Mengruan's mind was full of thoughts, and inspiration burst forth. This was the first time he felt the pleasure of bubbling in his head after he became a great Confucianist.

Then call it "Story of the Stone"!

Gathering his thoughts, Cao Mengruan wrote the name of the novel on the case wall.

(End of this chapter)