I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 89 Can novels be written like this? (three more)
After exchanging greetings in the Ten Mile Pavilion, Lin Qian walked out of the pavilion, hugged the farewell people, and boarded the carriage to Chang'an.

The carriage belongs to the government office, and the driver is also an official servant of the government office.

They didn't know that Lin Qian was the author of the biographies of "The Immortal", and naturally they didn't know what happened before. They only knew that Lin Qian was the first in the government test, Jie Yuan from Changsha Mansion!
Being able to drive the car for Xie Yuan, both of them were honored, with smiles on their faces.

The carriage was surrounded by guards from Xuanjing Si Lishi, and the leader was Qianhu Deng Rui from the Xuanjing Department of Changsha Mansion.

After the last battle, Deng Rui was not careless. He brought three of the remaining four hundred households in Changsha Mansion, leaving only one hundred households to guard. This time, he will not be able to defeat these two little guys, right? !

Although Lin Qian had no intention of running away, he already regarded Lin Qian and Lin Qian as imaginary enemies.

As the carriage went away, Wang Zhuan looked away, put away the manuscript of the masterpiece handed down in his hand, and made a certain decision in his heart.

At this time, Wei Xuezeng and Li Huachun came together.

Wang Zhuan gave the two of them a cold look, and walked towards his carriage without saying a word. He was still angry about what happened before!

"Brother Ruwen, can you lend me a look at the poem "Farewell to Master Wang Zhuan and Everyone"?"

In the end, it was Li Huachun who had the cheek to speak. Although this poem can also be seen in the sea of ​​books, reading the original manuscript and reading the hard words in the sea of ​​books are two different things.

"Humph!"

Wang Zhuan snorted coldly and walked away.

Immediately, Li Huachun and Wei Xuezeng felt cat's claws scratching their hearts, and the unsatisfied feeling made them very annoyed, "Old Wang Zhuan, you are too stingy, you and I have been friends for many years, you can't read a poem ?”

"Hmph, friends for many years?"

"When you arrested Qian'er, why didn't you remember that we have been friends for many years?"

Wang Zhuan snorted coldly, and walked into the carriage without looking back.

"As the lord of the palace, can I still resist the order and fail to obey it? Do you think that everyone will do things like you without considering the consequences?"

Li Huachun was in a hurry, this old Wang Zhuan was really unreasonable!
However, Wang Zhuan's carriage had already left, and he didn't listen to his explanation at all.

"Teacher, let's go back too!"

The autumn wind was bleak, Li Huachun and Wei Xuezeng stood in the autumn wind, angry and anxious, impotent and furious, Xu Zhisheng couldn't bear it, came to the teacher and reminded him softly.

"Go back and copy this "Farewell Master, Wang Zhuan and Everyone" a thousand times!"

"o(≧mouth≦)o"

If struck by lightning, Xu Zhisheng's whole body would be numb. It could be said that he did something wrong the previous two times, but why this time?

"Teacher, I don't accept it!"

Where there is oppression, there is resistance. If there is no mistake, why should we be punished?

Wei Xuezeng sneered, "What are you dissatisfied with? If you can write a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, you don't have to copy it a thousand times!"

Oh, well, it turns out that I despise my disciple for being too good-for-nothing!
"Aside from the talent of the disciple, don't you have any responsibility, teacher, if the disciple can't write masterpieces handed down from generation to generation?"

Xu Zhisheng seemed to have grown something extraordinary in the back of his head, and he dared to talk back, "My son said that I will reflect on myself three times a day. Is there no problem with the teacher's teaching method?"

Wei Xuezeng blushed suddenly, he was angry!

However, after thinking about it, it seems that he did not teach any successful disciples.

Could it be that there is really a problem with my own teaching method?
He began to feel unconfident.

But soon, Wei Xuezeng showed a sneer, "This is indeed the teacher's mistake, and the teacher will go back and reflect on his own teaching methods."

Hearing this, Xu Zhisheng showed joy. Sure enough, freedom and power are won by fists!
"Then go back and copy the disciple's rules a thousand times, you dare to contradict the teacher!"

However, the smile on his face froze soon...

On the carriage back to the city, Wang Zhuan put away the manuscript, and looked at Li Changce seriously, "I'm planning to go to Luojing for my teacher, and I rely on you to take care of the city these days!"

Li Changce was already in the seventh-rank Haoran realm, and he could work in Fucheng, because Lin Qian, Ai Wu Ji Wu Xia, had also become Wang Zhuan's confidant.

"Teacher is going to Luojing?"

"Ok!"

Wang Zhuan nodded without explaining too much.

That day, Han Yu asked Lin Qian to call him a teacher, and he subconsciously contradicted him, but after thinking about it for a few days, he regretted it. If Lin Qian could really worship Han Wengong as his teacher, it would have great impact on his future development. There are huge benefits.

So he was going to personally go to Luojing to apologize to Duke Han Wen, and let Han Yu accept Lin Qian as his disciple.

"Thousands of miles of long winds send passenger ships, and the gains and losses of the article cannot be controlled, and the gains and losses of such an article cannot be controlled!"

Luo Jing, Han Wengong's mansion, Han Yuqian poured out a low-pitched song, feeling the open-minded and open-mindedness in the poem, and couldn't help but admire it.

"Just let me be your long wind!"

Looking in the direction of Chang'an, Han Yu chuckled. As Wang Zhuan said, not only Lin Qian, but scholars all over the world, if they didn't make mistakes, they shouldn't suffer from indiscriminate disasters. If they made mistakes, he would be the first to let them go!

Jiang Ning and Cao Mengruan looked at this poem that suddenly popped up on the list of books, and they were full of admiration. Especially when they saw the author's name, they felt a sense of shame. Such emotions will arise.

Poetry in this world is much better than him, and writing is better than him, but in terms of novels, there are people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him, but he doesn't think he is inferior to these people.

However, Lin Qian appeared, and such a person who was better than him in both poetry and articles and his best novels just appeared!

If this son does not die young, he will surely become a semi-saint!
Unlike others, Cao Mengruan was determined.

People can lie, but words cannot be faked. Judging from Lin Qian's poems, this son must be someone like Taibai and Dongpo!

While sighing, Cao Mengruan suddenly saw an article in the sea of ​​books - "The Legend of Condor Heroes"

As a great Confucian who preaches the Tao through novels, he naturally pushes novels more frequently than others on the front page of his book sea.

Ever since Lin Qian's biography (follower) became popular, there has been a wave of novels in Dagan, and a lot of new novels have been added to the book sea. Unfortunately, the quality varies, and after all, it did not arouse the influence that Lin Qian had.

"There are already [-] hits, which is not bad!"

Click on the details.

【Look at these white clouds gather and disperse, and disperse and gather again, the separation and reunion of life is the same! 】

"interesting!"

After reading the inscription, Cao Mengruan's eyes lit up, and he continued to read.

When I read that Grandma Sun came to deliver the antidote, but was attacked and killed by an old Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect, and when Xiao Longnu appeared to kill the old Taoist priest to avenge Grandma Sun but was stopped by Qiu Chuji, the article came to an abrupt end!

[If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next chapter]

Seeing this familiar method, Cao Mengruan subconsciously looked at the column of the author.

It wasn't even a 'hidden scale'.

That's right, Lin Qian is on the cusp now, and this style is indeed very different from Qianlin's.

However, you wrote the following content!
Cao Mengruan just felt itchy all over his body, and his thoughts were lost. He scratched his head and wanted to rush to slap the old Quanzhen Taoist to death, but he didn't know where the Quanzhen Cult was...

[The Great Confucian Cao Mengruan has already made a big hit]

At the same time, there were wailing sounds from all over Dagan. Why can the story stop at this place?
Can novels still be written like this?
In this world, novels are not considered prosperous in the first place, and the authors only publish them after they have finished writing them. There is no such thing as a serialization at all.

Before they clicked on this article, they couldn't imagine what kind of torture they would suffer. Of course, what they didn't know was that this was just the beginning!

With the knife in hand, follow me and kill all the dogs in the world!

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