Do not engage in underworld operations in the human world!

Chapter 140 Bailiu Sect’s one-stop industry

"Ling Ling, go to Ghost Ax Pavilion and find someone to repair the gap. Jiang Bao, come with me."

After making arrangements, the master picked up Jiang Lu's drawings, left the Sutra Pavilion, and went downstairs.

Jiang Lu didn't know why, but he followed the other party obediently and left here.

When I arrived at the door of the attic, there was a woman, not much taller than my master, with gray hair and a childish face but a gloomy face waiting here.

As soon as she saw the master, she muttered impatiently: "Why did it take so long?"

"Say a few words to the new disciple, let's go upstairs." Master replied casually, and pulled Jiang Lu over: "This is your uncle, the master painter, and the dean of the real painting academy, come and salute. "

"Oh, hello, Uncle Painter." Jiang Lu greeted obediently.

Only then did Hua Fu notice Jiang Lu.

"Hey." She stared straight at Jiang Lu, not knowing what she was thinking.

Jiang Lu also observed from this that the gloominess of this painting did not seem to come from a gloomy personality.

Her dark circles under her eyes, slightly pale lips, and lackluster eyes are more like the extremely depressed depression caused by being in an unstable state of constantly revising drafts for a long time and may go crazy at any time.

At least when he looked at Jiang Lu, this gloom disappeared.

The master, who had already walked a few steps, looked back and saw that Hua Ji was still standing there blankly, so he urged: "Let's go."

Only then did Huaji come back to his senses and said with emotion: "You little disciple, how about you lend me your help for two days?"

After all, she has been a close friend since she was young. As soon as she sticks her butt out, the master knows exactly what posture she is going to use.

"You want to capture a strong man from me again to be a model, right?"

"Sisters, to be honest, the moment I saw you, my little disciple, I felt like the male protagonists in my drawings all had a face."

Regardless of Jiang Lu's wishes, Hua Cai raised and lowered his hands to check whether his body was strong or not:

"I really like this. Just let me paint it for two days."

"No need to talk." Master shook his head and sneered: "What did you say to my second disciple last time? When I saw him, I felt that the scholars you drew had faces. What was the result?"

"Oh, that was an accident." Hua Kai defended awkwardly.

But the master did not give her any face, and said: "I don't know what your definition of a scholar is, I only know that he is a writer, and when he came back, he told me that he never wanted to write essays again.

I haven’t even asked you yet, what on earth did you ask him to do, so that he would rather go to the mortal world to be a little duck, euphemistically called Cai Feng, than come back to continue studying, saying that he feels that being a duck is more dignified? . "

"It's not a coincidence. What I drew happened to be a four-love book."

Hua Kai said apologetically:

"In this case, if you let him come back, I will promise to arrange a harem for him this time."

"Even if you tell me about flowers, my little disciple can't lend them to you. Besides,"

The master paused:

"He doesn't necessarily have to be just a painter. He is also a good painter, at least no worse than your senior disciple."

Hua Kai was stunned for a moment: "Are you kidding? There are still people in your academy who can draw? Why didn't I know?"

"Just come."

As the master said, he deliberately walked back a few steps, pulled Jiang Lu to let him walk in front, and walked in the middle to separate the two of them.

The three of them quickly arrived at Master's study.

As a writer, the study is actually a practice room, and as a writer who writes novels, I spend almost all day in the practice room. I hardly go out unless I have something to do, and I just concentrate on creating stories.

So this study room is actually not much different from Master's bedroom.

A small bed, which is small but still spacious for Master, is placed in the corner on the right side of the door. There are also some dolls and toys piled on it.

It can be seen that the article written by Master is indeed very strong.

As for the floor of the study room, there are scattered papers everywhere, most of which are scrap manuscripts. The ones that really satisfy the master are now piled flatly on the desk.

The smell of ink fills the room, and at the same time it's filled with a light scent of incense, making it feel safe.

Several wicker chairs were placed around a tea table on the left side of the study. At Master's greeting, the three of them sat down.

Seeing that Jiang Lu also sat down instead of leaving after sending them here, Huaji felt a little strange, but the master didn't say anything, and it was hard for her to interfere, so she just thought that the other party dotes on this new acquisition. Disciple, he didn’t think much about it.

Jiang Lu, on the other hand, looked at the plaque hanging in the center of the study room, which read three characters - Wen Tao Pavilion.

Noticing Jiang Lu's gaze, Master suddenly asked coldly: "Are you trying to say that it's ridiculous for me to use my own name as the name of the study room?"

"Ah? No." Jiang Lu was surprised for a while.

"Oh." Master nodded lightly: "I saw that you have been staring at it for a long time, so I asked. If there is no such thing, it would be best."

"Ah, so my master, your name is Wen Tao?" Jiang Lu finally came to his senses.

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The painting on the side suddenly laughed out loud: "Is he really your apprentice? How come he doesn't even know your name?"

"He always calls me Master with respect, and he doesn't even dare to call me by my first name. He doesn't use this title at all, so it's normal for him to forget, right?" Master Wen Tao supplemented.

"We'll talk about him later." The painter waved his hand: "Let's talk about business first. If we decide on the schedule early, I can go back and continue painting."

"Well, first show me the plan provided by the theater."

Wen Tao nodded, and while he was preparing for the painting, he took out a cigarette rod from somewhere, skillfully stuffed tobacco into it, and started puffing away.

I used to think that the two senior sisters were abnormal, and Wen Tao just had a special figure. Now it seems that this is also a heavyweight.

Jiang Lu's eyelids twitched as he saw her fiercely returning to the dragon. He felt that the scene was too magical, and he was afraid that the cigarette rod, which was almost half her height, would be broken by her.

Perhaps because he felt it was not satisfying after taking two sips, Wen Tao picked up the teapot on the tea table, turned over several clean upside-down teacups, and poured tea into them.

Hua Fu, who was still looking out from the lining of his clothes for the agreement fed back from the theater, picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "The year is right."

"That's not."

Wen Tao smiled proudly, and then poured Jiang Luye a glass:

"Disciple, taste the golden nectar of being a master."

Jiang Lu's eyelids twitched again.

As expected of a top literary cultivator, the first thing he started talking about was this kind of double-entendre and bad words.

With this in mind, Jiang Lu picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then his expression changed.

He stood up, took the candlestick on the desk, and then put the candle close to the teacup. The next moment, the tea in the teacup actually ignited.

"It's not just the vintage, right? The purity is also right! So why is there wine in the teapot?"

Jiang Lu stared at the two people who had drank a full glass of nearly alcoholic drinks and still felt no discomfort. For the first time, he understood that writing and drawing were such stressful tasks.

But when faced with Jiang Lu's questioning, Wen Tao remained calm: "This is called burning tea."

Jiang Lu was stunned: "Did Dongfang Yeye give you money?"

At this time, Hua Cai interjected and asked: "Oriental leaves are not tea either."

"Do you still know about Eastern leaves?"

"Sure, I use it every day." Hua Cai nodded as expected.

Jiang Lu was stunned: "Use?"

Seeing Jiang Lu's confusion, Hua Fei took out a few green leaves from the sachet, which looked like catnip.

Then she put it on her left hand and activated it with spiritual power. After a while, the leaves were shaken into a pile of fine powder.

Immediately afterwards, Hua Fu brought the powder to his nose, pressed one nostril with his right hand, leaving only one nostril pointed at the powder, and inhaled sharply.

"Ah Shutan" Hua Kai made a sound that was almost a moan.

"You'd better apologize to Dongfang Yeye now." Jiang Lu's face turned extremely dark.

Wen Tao was obviously disgusted with Hua Ji's behavior.

"This crazy woman, I don't know how long it will take for her to get over it and regain her senses."

"That's great, I shouldn't have expectations for the evil sect."

Jiang Lu showed a fake smile.

I don't know how much time passed, but Hua Kai finally started talking about business with a depressed look on his face.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Jiang Lu felt that the dark circles under her eyes were getting heavier.

"Anyway, they want to adapt the popular movie "My Father-in-law is the Holy Ancestor". Although my picture book is more popular than your original novel, because my pictures are also an adaptation of your novel, I think It’s better to leave this leadership to you.”

Hua Fu said listlessly:

"I've done some research. The forces in Yunzhou are complex. It's difficult to win from the front without making a big fuss and paying a price.

Therefore, starting from this aspect, gradually establishing the influence of the sect and then gradually losing the minds of Yunzhou people through cultural invasion is the safest way.

Although Yunzhou is a place of blessings that is not inferior to Zhongzhou, it is close to Beicang and the righteous hand cannot reach so far. Relatively speaking, the blow will not be so strong. We can also worry less and make a big show of it.

If this matter is completed, more places should be allocated to both the Sacrifice Academy and the Painting Academy this year.

So the adaptation must be changed, it just depends on how to change it. "

"Then have you told the sect leader?" Wen Tao asked.

"She's in retreat."

The painting replied:

"But she will definitely not refuse. In order to cover up others' eyes, after the sect collapsed and reorganized in Kunlun Mountain, she specially selected the new site in Lord Xuankong. It was dark under the lamp. It has been considered a good thing for hundreds of years. Stay safe and sound.

But now that the Bailiu Sect is getting stronger and stronger, it is an inevitable trend to go out. Otherwise, even if Xuankong Pavilion turns a blind eye, there is no guarantee that other interested people will not take our ideas.

The Kunlun Incident cannot happen again. Now Yunzhou is the best place to gain a foothold. If she has this opportunity, she will definitely not miss it. "

"So, do you want to give her a surprise and tell her after you're ready?"

"correct."

"In that case, I have no objection."

Wen Tao took a fierce sip, blew out the smoke ring, and a wisp of determination flashed in his eyes:

"Our Academy and the Painting Academy have always been both prosperous and destructive. They have always been looked down upon by people in the sect and are regarded as evil heretics among evil heretics.

Since we have this opportunity to show the power of words and pictures and rectify our names and those of our disciples, we cannot miss it. "

The conversation between the two was very passionate. If Jiang Lu didn't know the inside story, he might actually feel a little emotional.

But when he thought about how the two men were discussing how to rule the world through banned books and notebooks, Jiang Lu felt that the style of painting was too distorted and he was unable to complain.

However, there was still some gain. Through the conversation between the two and his subsequent interjection inquiries, Jiang Lu also obtained a lot of useful information.

One is that every July 15th, when the Yin Qi is at its strongest, the Bailiu Sect will hold a sacrificial ceremony to worship the Baiyi Mother and seek opportunities for ascension.

Although no one has successfully ascended in the past hundred years, there have indeed been successful examples before, so everyone in the Bailiu Sect firmly believes in this.

Another thing is that the Bailiu Sect's sacrificial ceremony is derived from ancient methods and can really communicate with ghosts and gods, so even if they don't get the favor of Baiyi Old Mother and open the door to the netherworld, some talented Bailiu Sect disciples often can. Being able to get some gifts from other ghosts and gods will greatly increase your cultivation level. This is a dream opportunity for every monk.

And this is exactly what Jiang Lu needs.

In fact, although his goal is to find his own avatar through sacrifice, he has no idea how to perform sacrifice.

As Zeus said: In the past, others had sacrificed to me and begged to see me. How the hell do I know what the sacrifice was for?

Now it takes no effort at all to get it.

As long as you can get a place to participate in the sacrificial ceremony, this path will be cleared. As for whether you can achieve your goal, it depends on what happens next.

However, there was one question that confused Jiang Lu a little.

He pretended to be a novice and asked some things about Baiyi's mother from the two of them.

Judging from what the two said, Baiyi Old Mother should not be in this world. Her identity is more similar to the gatekeeper of the Netherworld Gate. She can only rely on the very short period of time that the sacrificial ceremony lasts to judge whether the sacrificial talisman is in line with her own. Ask, do you want to open the door from the inside.

This means that if there really is a god in this spiritual realm where the time passes at a rate of 1:1000, it is definitely not Baiyi Laomu.

This is equivalent to an additional unstable factor. Jiang Lu cannot judge whether the other party is a friend or an enemy, and he cannot ensure whether there will be any obstacles in the process of finding the clone.

While Jiang Lu was thinking about it, Wen Tao and Hua Ji had already decided to participate in the adaptation and began to discuss the details of the adaptation.

"However, I actually think that the work "My Father-in-law is the Holy Ancestor" has very limited adaptability, and the original audience range was actually a bit too narrow. It was created specifically for female cultivators."

Wen Tao said slowly:

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. At that time, I was breaking through the integration stage. It wasn't that I needed too much will power. On the contrary, it took a lot of practice resources to break through. So when I wrote this book, I actually wanted to earn practice resources. Written for the purpose.

After all, female cultivators have stronger spending power than male cultivators. They always like to spend their cultivation resources on unnecessary things. This is a fact recognized in the cultivation world.

If our goal is to establish ourselves in Yunzhou, then I don’t think this work is a suitable choice. I think we must choose a work that is more suitable for male cultivators to adapt, so that it can be accepted by the top level in Yunzhou, both in terms of influence and The degree should be more in line with our expectations. "

"You mean you don't want this work?"

Huafei sighed softly:

"What you said makes sense, but you have to know that male cultivators have much more sophisticated tastes, and it's not just a matter of casually fooling around with sexual dramas as long as the characters and emotional scenes are well handled.

Everyone has different hobbies, but we only have one chance to adapt it. How can you ensure that a work can be accepted by everyone? "

"Hey, don't say it, don't say it."

Wen Tao smiled mysteriously: "Look at this."

She handed Jiang Lu's masterpiece to the painter.

"Hua?" Huaji was very surprised.

She had long noticed the roll of manuscript paper that Wen Tao had been holding, but she only thought it was Wen Tao's latest proud work, waiting to be shown off in front of her, but she never expected that it would actually be a painting.

"No matter what the hobbies are, they are all erotic in nature, and this work can be called a complete collection of .”

Wen Tao smiled.

"Are you sure?" Hua Kai was a little unconvinced.

"Of course, I have experienced it." Wen Tao took a deep breath: "It was the darkest period in my life. I wrote all the most evil scenes I could think of into the book, and then I got the guidance of my practice The highest rating ever.”

"what?"

"Do you have any recommendations for books similar to this one?"

"Then I have to take a closer look."

Hua Fu nodded doubtfully, lowered his head and looked at it carefully.

Just seeing the character design, I was amazed: "There is something about this style of painting."

And as the painting went deeper and deeper, her expression became more and more exciting.

"This line, this composition, this form."

She was astonished and said: "It's completely different from the traditional erotic pictures with a picture and accompanying text. I feel like I can see the movements of the characters in the picture!"

A layman looks at the fun, while an expert looks at the door. This is the truth.

Zhou Luwei was heartbroken after watching Dao, Four Senior Brothers were shocked after watching Binzhou Circulation, Ling Ling was shocked after watching it, and Wen Tao was amazed by the plot and copywriting. Only paintings can show the originality and subversion of the times.

"Yes, it will be easier to adapt it this way."

Wen Tao’s experience: “A hundred people will have a hundred perceptions when reading a book, and the content rehearsed by the screenwriter will often be very different from what we, the authors, have in mind.

In this way, this problem does not exist.

And in addition to the painting skills you mentioned, the plot is also top-notch, and every aspect is taken care of. Except for the audience of cuckolds and danmei, I don’t think anyone will refuse it. "

"Let's put these aside for now."

The painter asked in disbelief: "You painted this?"

"Of course not, it was painted by my new disciple."

Wen Tao laughed extremely wildly:

"Why do you think I received a painter who is better than all the painters in your art academy put together, and who also has top literary talent?"

"You?" Huaji looked at Jiang Lu, who had been silent, in shock.

At this time, Jiang Lu was still thinking about how to get a quota, but he never thought that the opportunity would suddenly come to him.

As the saying goes, opportunities always come to those who are prepared.

"That's right, Uncle Painter, this is what I painted."

"You..." the painter said with a solemn expression, "what's the name of a painting?"

"I call it a comic!"

Jiang Lu paused:

"The wave-particle duality of evil depravity and struggle is serialized in the weekly beast Jerk off!"

Hua Kai took a deep breath: "I'm starting to feel a little jealous of your talent."

"Jealousy never comes."

Wen Tao sighed: "He was born with the holy body of Slaanesh. Buddhism and Taoism say that form is emptiness, and emptiness is color. However, the holy body of Slaanesh can only form when it is empty. As long as it is related to Sese, the holy body of Slaanesh can do it without any guidance." Tong, even if it doesn’t exist originally, he can create it.”

"If that's the case, then I can understand why you don't let him be my model. It's really an insult to your talent." The artist said helplessly.

Wen Tao changed the topic: "So, my idea is that you take these manuscripts to Yunzhou, let the people in charge there take a look, tell them that we want to use this for adaptation, and then we can discuss the details after they confirm it. "

"With this quality, finishing the draft is definitely not a problem. The only problem is how to shoot it."

Hua Kai thought about it and said:

"After all, the scenes here are not as simple as the previous works we have collaborated with. If you want to present them completely, you must use more advanced photo balls. In this way, cost is an issue, and it also increases the audience's expectations. threshold.

They may not necessarily raise the cost to take this risk, and even if they agree, I guess they will squeeze the screen as much as possible and make the content rough in order to control costs. "

"Photo ball?" Jiang Lu was a little confused.

Huafei explained: "It is a magic weapon that can record images. Different levels, the length of the image that can be left and the width of the screen are also different. Based on your world view, ordinary photo balls will definitely not be able to meet the needs."

"Ah?" Jiang Lu realized something and said in shock: "You are not talking about a real film, are you? I thought the adaptation was rehearsed into a play and performed on the stage."

"It must be a real shot."

Hua Fu shook his head disdainfully:

"How many audiences are there for one play? And if you want it to be widely circulated, you have to train more performers to learn, and the cost is even higher.

Besides, you don’t even think about what content we are adapting. How can the actors handle so many performances in one day? "

Hua Chi's words were so reasonable that Jiang Lu couldn't even refute them.

"So, how to solve this problem is the most important issue."

Huafei said with some distress:

"High-end photo balls are more than ten times more expensive than ordinary photo balls. Even if Yunzhou is willing to make them, whether the target group is willing to spend the money is still a question."

But at this moment, Wen Tao suddenly said: "I have an idea."

"what?"

"We can first use a high-end photo ball to film a section based on Jiang Bao's comic and take it with us as a demo. I believe they will be instantly impressed after seeing it."

Wen Tao said seriously and solemnly:

"As for promotion, it's not a problem. We can cut out the exciting parts and combine them into a preview version. I dare say that as long as those male cultivators see the trailer, they will definitely buy it even if it is ten times more expensive!"

Hua Fu was surprised, and then he really started to think about the feasibility.

And Jiang Lu also felt inexplicably a little admired.

They also say that I am a self-taught person when I have free time. You are not bad either. In other words, there is no Internet in this world. If there is an Internet, why are you a literary cultivator? If you have such brains, you can directly become a welfare sacrifice and practice Qi speed. Mahayana is not a dream at all!

"This is not a bad idea." Hua Kai thought about it and felt it was feasible.

"In that case."

Wen Tao turned his gaze to Jiang Lu, who was still amazed:

"Disciple, this matter is of great importance and cannot be spread outside. Your comic is a taboo that even your senior sister can't bear. I can only rely on you for the trailer."

"Me?" Jiang Lu pointed at himself, with a confused look on his face: "Rely on me? Master, are you going to let me go into the sea?"

"It doesn't matter." Wen Tao consoled him, "If your second senior brother goes down the mountain to be a duck, wouldn't he be recognized as his disciple as a master? You don't have to have any psychological burden."

"That's not the problem, I mean"

But before he finished speaking, Wen Tao interrupted: "I know you are young and inexperienced, so your uncle and I will teach you."

As he said this, Wen Tao and Hua Ji looked at each other and gradually came closer.

　I started writing at seven o'clock, but I got a little stuck. I didn't finish until half past twelve. I thought it was too late anyway, so I'll mark 13:14 for everyone. I love you all and good afternoon~

　　Recommend this senior's book "Who is the Weird One?"

　　You can become stronger by absorbing weirdness!

　　When He Qiushui woke up, he found that he had traveled to a haunted house and was being targeted by a female ghost who sucked the yang energy of living people.

　　Fortunately, he has awakened the ability to become stronger by absorbing strange things!

　　Since then, offense and defense have changed!

　　If you run away and I chase you, it will be hard for you to fly!

　　He Qiushui looked for weirdness everywhere, either absorbing weirdness or on the way to absorb weirdness.

　　He was killing everyone like a strange nemesis.

　　"Little Weiyi, don't run away, let me suck you, just once."

　　Wherever he passed, evil spirits retreated, and all the ghosts were frightened!

　　He became a nightmare that would never go away in Wei Wei's heart.

　　Weird: "Who is weird?"

　　One day, when He Qiushui looked back, he realized that he was already at the top of the world.

　　The body controls the mountains and rivers, and the blood burns demons and ghosts!

　　Become the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons and lead a hundred ghosts on a night march!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)