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Before he finished speaking, Lei Laowu rushed over like a cheetah, grabbed the manuscript paper in Jiang Yi's hand, and couldn't wait to read it, wanting to know what kind of image he would be in Jiang Yi's book.

The speed was so fast that even Bai Zhantang, the robber saint, was speechless.

Guo Furong, Bai Zhantang, and Da Zui also wanted to see how Jiang Yi's book was written, so they put their heads together.

"Don't squeeze, I'll watch first, squeeze again and I'll hit you."

"Old Bai, you blocked me."

"Let's watch together, don't rob indiscriminately, if you rob again, I will block you."

After arguing for a while, everyone grabbed their seats and began to read the manuscript paper quietly.

Looking at the lines of writing on the paper, a story with twists and turns and ups and downs came into everyone's eyes.

The mysterious savage ditch, the deep and terrifying tomb, the powerful and terrifying zongzi, the snowy glaciers, and the weird and unpredictable blue fire ghost.

As the story unfolds, everyone seems to have stepped into a bizarre, unpredictable and mysterious new world, following the protagonist through a series of fantastic adventures.

After reading the manuscript, the story came to an abrupt end at the climax, and everyone who watched was scratching their heads, eager to know the next plot.

Guo Furong jumped in front of Jiang Yi, grabbed his hand, and asked repeatedly: "What happened to the nine-story demon tower? What happened to Lei Lao Wu (the protagonist in the book)?"

Xiaobei also looked at Jiang Yi eagerly: "Brother Jiang, tell me quickly, is that blue fire ladybug real? Are there really zongzi in the world?"

Although Bai Zhantang and Da Zui didn't speak, they also looked at Jiang Yi with searching eyes, waiting for him to give an answer.

In this regard, Jiang Yi can only give a non-spoiler answer, calmly expressing that the next chapter will be more exciting.

As for Lei Lao Wu himself, after reading the manuscript, he fell into a daze, and after a long time he muttered to himself: "This, is this really me, Lei Lao Wu, so I have experienced such a wonderful thing."

He has already begun to suspect that he has really experienced those weird and bizarre things as described in the novel.

Everyone praised Jiang Yi's novel, but the scholar on the side was a little sour, and muttered: "The writing is so-so, and the stories are all about ghosts and monsters, without any depth."

Guo Furong was dissatisfied with the scholar's slander of her new idol, and retorted: "You said Brother Jiang's book is not good, write one if you have the ability."

"That's right, if you can do it, go ahead, if you can't, don't push me."

Xiao Bei stood in front of Jiang Yi like a furry cat, defending her Jiang Yi Ouba, and said:

"Do you know Brother Jiang? Do you know how hard Brother Jiang works? He practices martial arts hard every day and writes novels until midnight at night. You don't know his hard work at all. What right do you have to say about him?"

Da Zui also criticized him: "You must be jealous of Xiao Jiang's talent, so you deliberately blackmailed him."

Xiucai didn't expect that he would attract crowds' siege just by mentioning one sentence, and he couldn't help but said wronged: "I didn't say the story was bad, but I just felt that the depth and connotation were not enough."

How can Lei Laowu let Xiucai slander this masterpiece with himself as the protagonist, pointing at Xiucai sternly and saying: "Do you know what is depth and what is connotation? You must know that a book that the public loves is a good book. What kind of deep connotation is it?" , it's all nonsense."

"Besides, Jiang Yi is a wanderer who has returned from overseas. It is not easy to write such a book with the charm of Ming Dynasty. Do you know that you dare to slander him? You are not worthy of being a commoner of Ming Dynasty."

Xiaobei: "That's right, you are still a scholar, but you have never written anything decent. You must be jealous that Big Brother Jiang can write such a good book. If you have the ability, write a book."

Seeing how everyone was spitting on talent in order to defend himself, Jiang Yi could only express that it was really cool to feel like a fan of brains.

"You people don't understand literature at all, and it's useless to tell you this."

How could a scholar be able to speak up against a group of idiotic fans, and he had no choice but to walk away in the face of everyone's ridicule.

Before leaving, he turned his head to look at the crowd unwillingly, and said, "Look at it, I'm sure I can write a better novel than this ghost blowing lamp."

After finishing speaking, he lifted the curtain, angrily returned to his room, took out a stack of manuscript paper, and spread it on the table.

On the manuscript paper are four large characters "Wulin Biography".

This is the novel he intends to write, but it's a pity that he only wrote two pages after more than a month, and the speed is as slow as a snail.

The scholar gritted his teeth, picked up his pen and began to write, secretly swearing in his heart: "My martial arts biography will definitely be more exciting than the ghost blowing the lamp, and then I will let you know what is the real talent."

From then on, the scholar was in a trance like a demon, and he was in a trance all day long, and he didn't know how to answer when he talked to him.

I have been standing behind the counter all this time, and I don't count it anymore, just frowning, biting the tip of my pen, and writing novels.

It's a pity that inspiration is rare, and Xiucai still has obsessive-compulsive disorder. After writing a page of the plot, when I look back, I feel that it is not good and needs to be revised.

In this way, non-stop writing, overturning and revising, the speed is extremely slow.

35 there are people on it

After reading the manuscript written by Jiang Yi, Lei Laowu was very satisfied, and taught Jiang Yi the tomb robbery and bone shrinking skills as promised.

At the same time, they also hid the treasures from King Xin's tomb in an underground passage.

When does Jiang Yi plan to leave this world and take out these treasures.

More than ten days later, Jiang Yi finally "wrote" Ghost Chuideng's first book, Exquisite Ancient City, and contacted a bookseller to start selling it in Guangyang Mansion.

As soon as the book was put on the shelves, it immediately caused a sensation and was sold out by the readers.

All of a sudden, paper was expensive in Luoyang.

In the streets and alleys, in teahouses and restaurants, the topics people talk about are inseparable from ghost blowing lights, Lei Laowu, tomb robbers, and rice dumplings.

When big booksellers from other places saw the popularity of the book, they contacted Jiang Yi one after another, planning to sell the book nationwide.

Outside the Tongfu Inn, surrounded by a group of men and women, each of them held a book written by Ghost Blowing Lamp in their hands, cheering and screaming:

"Jiang Yi!"