Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 67 The Condor Hero spreads the flames

"An Shuzhen, don't you just want to sit in front of Bao Guowei? Do you have a crush on him?"

Wei Junming, who had been watching all this, curled his lips and said without mercy.

An Shuzhen was stunned. Qi and blood suddenly rushed to her face, and even the foundation couldn't cover it.

She turned her head and said, "That's not true. Don't talk nonsense. I just think I can study better here."

"It seems that boy Bao Guowei is right! Some women are like this."

Shaking his head, Wei Junming felt a little emotional, looking like he had seen through the world of mortals.

He felt that this guy Bao Guowei was really amazing. After spending a month in the library during the vacation, he not only got better at his homework, but he also had a clear understanding of his heart.

"Wei Junming, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll show you!"

An Shuzhen said with her arms crossed and raised eyebrows.

Leaning on the chair, Wei Junming didn't frown at all. In the past, he would never have dared to speak like this.

But since Bao Guowei set an example, he understood that these young masters and ladies were bullies and afraid of the strong.

From then on, Wei Junming was no longer afraid of anyone in the class. He pointed to a building on the far side outside the window and said with a smile: "You don't know yet, right? Bao Guowei and Zhang Nianyue went to the top class. It’s nothing to do with you.”

"How is this possible?" An Shuzhen was a little surprised.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Yang."

Wei Junming spread his hands and said.

"You!" An Shuzhen's face turned from red to green with a swipe of the floor, and she gritted her teeth.

Ignoring the other party, Wei Junming waved his hand and said to Wu Ziyuan.

"Wu Ziyuan, please sit down. The teacher didn't arrange it. Why should she sit here? It doesn't make sense!"

"Uh-huh."

Wu Ziyuan felt as if she had received an amnesty, and seemed to have confidence in her heart, so she responded in a low voice.

"If you don't sit down, don't sit down!"

Stomping her feet, An Shuzhen returned to her seat angrily and threw the book on the table.

Bai Xiaotian next to him shook his head helplessly when he saw all this.

When the girls around him saw Wei Junming's fierce look, they didn't dare to say anything and dispersed.

Someone dropped a line.

"How rude!"

"Hey!"

With a sneer, Wei Junming continued to look down at his magazine.

After a while, when no one was around, Wu Ziyuan turned around and said, "Thank you, Wei Junming."

Wei Junming showed two big white teeth, waved his hands and said, "It's a small matter."

"Hey, what kind of book are you reading? They are all about women. The woman on the cover is very beautiful."

Wu Ziyuan noticed the colorful magazines in the other person's hands and asked curiously.

"No, no, I read martial arts novels!"

Wei Junming was a little embarrassed, his face turned red, and he quickly explained for fear of being misunderstood as some strange reading.

He turned the page to the other person.

"Look, this is a magazine for serialized novels. This new serialized novel is really good. I'll lend it to you after I finish reading it."

Wu Ziyuan covered her mouth and smiled, then focused on the title above and read it word by word.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Part 1"

at dusk.

Hangzhou, at the end of Hefang Street.

Jiuhua Martial Arts School.

Its door is in tatters, the iron door buckle is full of rust, and the original heroic paintings on the door have also faded.

The open space in front of the door was originally a martial arts arena, but now it has become empty. Even some weapons and wooden stakes are scattered on the ground.

Under the wall, there was an old man and a young man huddled together on a chair, holding a "Red Rose" magazine in front of them.

"Hey, Master, it's time to turn to the next page. I've finished reading." A lean, dark-faced young man stretched out his dusty hand, ready to turn to the next page.

"Bang!" The old man clapped his hand down with a bang and said angrily: "Fugui, you bastard, you didn't wash your hands just after finishing work. What should you do if it gets dirty?"

The dark-faced young man named Fugui scratched his head. The ash was on his hair again. Fortunately, he didn't have much hair.

He said with some grievance: "Master, isn't this "Legend of the Condor Heroes" so beautiful? I just came back from the dock and I couldn't take my eyes off the first line."

The master's surname is Huang and his given name is Yiwu. He is the great martial artist and the shopkeeper of Jiuhua Martial Arts School.

His body bones are a little shriveled, but the airs of his youth can still be seen.

Huang Yiwu said angrily: "Go, go, wash your hands quickly. Don't dirty the pages of this book. I will look at the illustrations on it later."

"Oh~" Fugui didn't dare not listen to his master's words. He turned around and said halfway. "Master, you can't look too much, you have to wait for some disciples."

"I know, I know." Huang Yiwu waved his hand and said impatiently. "I'm reading it word by word. I might not be able to finish the page when you come back!"

After his apprentice left, Huang Yiwu stopped and continued to point at each word with his finger and read over it. He didn't know much about reading, but he often listened to street storytellers and could read roughly, and muttered in his mouth.

"Zhang Shishi bought wine for Guo and Yang, drank another glass for himself, and said: "Grandpa Yue has two lines of poetry: 'Aspirations are hungry for meat, and jokes about thirst for blood. ’ These two lines of poetry really speak to the inner thoughts of the Chinese people.”

His face suddenly turned upside down. Thinking of the world in recent years, he felt a sense of depression in his chest. He patted his thigh and said.

"Aren't the Jin soldiers of the Song Dynasty the same Westerners and Easterners today? It's really heartbreaking!"

"I wish I were an official."

Before he finished speaking, he heard his disciple's voice. He was back now.

"Master, please stop talking and let others hear it. If you report it to the police station, you will be in trouble again."

Fugui grimaced, and there seemed to be some bad memories at this time.

"Am I afraid of them?" Huang Yiwu, who was nearly sixty years old, seemed to be very excited because of reading martial arts novels, and he said with gestures with his hands. "Huang Yiwu, the orthodox successor of Baguazhang, is not afraid of them. If he takes action, he will be killed or injured!"

"Hey, Master, let's not mention this matter!"

Fugui looked at the abandoned yard. If he hadn't been picked up and adopted by his master since he was a child, he might have run away long ago.

"What nonsense are you talking about? My master is Dong Haichuan, the founder of Baguazhang! Why can't you mention it!"

Huang Yiwu was a little anxious.

"But he is a real Zhijiang native. He has stayed in Zhijiang his whole life and has never been to Jizhou Province."

"Nonsense! Nonsense! Those are all rumors from outsiders. Don't believe them. I even participated in the Chinese Martial Arts Entertainment Conference held by the provincial government last year."

When Huang Yiwu saw that the other party was hesitant to speak again, he was not annoyed and just waved his hand and said.

"Don't mention this, let's read this novel carefully."

Speaking of this, Fugui's face relaxed and he came over eagerly to speak.

"Where are you? Where are you? Is it the part about Grandpa Yue?"

"Next page, next page, finished reading that section."

"Hey, wait! Master!"

at the same time.

Zhixin Bookstore.

Many readers in Hangzhou have been excited by the word-of-mouth reputation and rushed here one after another.

they crowded to the counter and asked.

"Do you have this "Red Rose"?"

"Sold out so quickly? What does your bookstore do for food?"