Yuanshen: Liyue Storyteller, Zhongli Gives Me God's Heart

He could clearly perceive the surroundings of the Butterfly Sword.

He has a panoramic view of the direction of the wind and the position of the clouds.

That is to say, if Lin Zhibei can really control his sword for three thousand miles.

Then, every flying sword is a surveillance probe!

Knowing this, Lin Zhibei nodded quite satisfied.

The subtlety of this fencing technique seems to be beyond his expectation.

No wonder the introduction says, please explore the specific application by yourself.

There is such a magical usage.

In the future, it will be quite convenient if you want to monitor those fools who want to make trouble.

"receive."

He spoke softly.

The concubine who was originally fixed in the sky, as if exhausted, began to fall freely, falling quickly from the sky.

Just when he was about to fall into a house with lights.

Lin Zhibei moved his fingers.

Pick up the needle-like butterfly again, and drag it back into the sword box.

"This Flying Sword Twelve is indeed made for imperial use."

During the practice just now, Lin Zhibei had already realized the difficulty of Yujian.

The size of the sword directly affects the success of Yujian.

If you find a giant sword, it is estimated that the Peach Blossom Sword God is enough to defend it.

But these twelve small swords are different.

Even a novice like Lin Zhibei, who is just getting started, can use two handles.

But two handles are his current limit.

Knowing his limit, Lin Zhibei did not continue.

The remaining spring water also returned to the sword box safely, as if it had spirituality.

Next, he's going to try another thing.

That is destructive power!

It is necessary to try the destructive power of the flying sword and the destructive power of the sword.

But in this Liyue Port, it is obviously impossible to try.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhibei looked out of Liyue Port.

It seems that I don't know which Qiuqiu family will suffer tonight...

PS: The new book is about to start, and the seedlings need everyone to take care of them. I sincerely ask everyone for a wave of data, a flower, and an evaluation ticket are the endless motivation for the author's code words!

Chapter 12 Zhong Li and the new book Fen Hutao (asking for flower evaluation tickets)

In the calm Liyue Port.

But there is one place that is not so calm.

That is Wan Wen Ji She, who is in charge of Lin Zhibei's publishing work.

Ji Fang's Wanwen Jishe has never been so lively.

A huge crowd of people lined up from indoors to outdoors, holding money bags one by one, as if they were afraid that their money would not be spent.

"Boss! Mr. Lin's serialization yesterday!"

"Without Mr. Lin's serialization, I would die!"

"Yesterday, I squeezed in Heyu for a long time and didn't get in. I even lost a shoe. I have to buy it today!"

"I want to buy two! One to read and one to collect!"

"I'll buy ten copies as family heirlooms!"

at the same time.

Ji Fang, who was standing inside the counter, looked at the fans of Mr. Ye's books outside, and was a little bit scared, but she still kept smiling and explained to everyone.

"Don't worry, everyone can buy it!"

"We give priority to printing Mr. Lin's serial magazines, there must be enough!"

After having the experience of selling out of stock last time, Ji Fang almost stopped printing all other books and periodicals because the appeal of Mr. Lin Xuedao's serialization was too terrifying.

The first issue of the magazine sold more than 5000 copies in two days when not too many people knew about it.

You know, for an ordinary issue of a magazine to sell [-] copies, Ji Fang will burn the incense, thanking King Yan for his protection.

However, Lin Zhibei's serialization alone has boosted the sales of Wanwen Jishe magazine by more than ten times!

You know, the magazine is not just a serialization by Lin Zhibei alone.

At the same time, it also supported countless colleagues who wrote articles in Wanwen Jishe magazine.

If it is said that Ji Fang still had an estimate for the sales volume of the magazine in her heart.

Then after Mr. Lin uttered harsh words to Xiao Longtao.

Even Ji Fang didn't know how much the second issue of the magazine would have to sell before it could stop printing.

Not to mention, I have to supply to Dao's wife according to Mr. Lin's request.

Dao's wife's order to lock the country is not so easy to agree with, but since it is Mr. Lin's request.

Ji Fang had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to clear up the relationship.

Finally got on the line with Big Sister Beidou of Death Omen.

Because even Big Sister Beidou was full of praise for Lin Zhibei's Xuedao.

Said that the Xuedao story had the style of her back then, and was willing to help Ji Fang and Lin Zhibei by transporting the magazine to Dao's wife.

Although she finally managed to sell the magazine to Daozuma, Ji Fang was exhausted.

But to make money, no matter how hard and tiring it is, seeing Mo La who keeps making money makes me feel sweet.

Ji Fang only felt that her luck was really good.

It just so happened that I ran into Mr. Lin as a storyteller that day, otherwise the magazine's chance of being a hit would probably be handed over to others.

While Ji Fang was maintaining discipline and persuading customers.

From the back of the shop a guy poked his head out.

He leaned over and said something in Ji Fang's ear.

After listening to the man's words, Ji Fang also lifted her spirits, and said loudly:

"Everyone, the second issue of the magazine is here!"

"Hey, hey! Line up and don't rush!"

"That one over there, you paid too much!"

"It's okay! Mr. Lin's snow knife is worth it!"

There was another commotion in the store.

Rebirth Hall.

Liyue is the place where Liyue is in charge of "farewell" matters.

Even the most discerning old pedant who is obsessed with piles of old papers can't find fault with the Hall of Rebirth.

Liyue attaches great importance to the matter of "farewell", so the status of Xiangshengtang can also be seen in Liyue.

And in the side hall of the Rebirth Hall, sitting a man who looks like an exiled immortal.

Wearing a brown and black gold-plated suit, embroidered with Fang Sheng patterns and back patterns, he looks extraordinarily elegant

It's just that at this moment, what he's holding in his hand isn't some well-known anthology.

It is a "Wanwen Magazine" produced by Wanwen Jishe.

He was flipping through the pages carefully, looking very engrossed.

Just when he saw the wonderful place.

A girl suddenly shot out from the slanting stab, and a flash appeared directly in front of the man.

She took off the Qiankun Taigua hat on her head and put it on the head of the exile man who was fascinated by reading.

Then he patted it again, and said coquettishly with some dissatisfaction:

"Zhongli! You're fishing again! Everyone said that business is very busy these days!"

The girl stared at a pair of plum-blossom pupils, looking at the man in front of him whom he called Zhongli.

This immortal-like figure is none other than Morax, the strongest rock god among the seven gods.

It's just that people never expected that this rock king could not put it down because of Lin Zhibei's snow knife story

After being caught out by the girl, he calmly said, with a smile on his face:

"In terms of general rationality, I really have a little leisure."

Zhong Li directly beautifies his fishing behavior as "sneaking".

Then he said with some regret:

"It's just that the story told by Mr. Lin is really unsatisfactory."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Li looked at the sky outside the door, with a melancholy look, as if he remembered some old people's past

"It's just serialized novels, what's so good about it?"

"When the hall master is free someday, go to Wuwangpo to collect materials and write a novel!"

The girl put her hips on her hips and seemed very unconvinced.

It's not like she hasn't read "Wan Wen Magazine", how good can it be?

But looking at Zhongli's fingers rubbing the magazine with reluctance, Hu Tao's heart softened.

"Hey, there's really nothing I can do about you."

"After reading it, hurry up and help, I'm really too busy with Mrs. Ren's side!"

More or less, even she became interested in the series of novels that Zhongli was reading.

"Let me take a look after you finish it. I'd like to see what can confuse the well-informed Zhongli."

Hearing Hu Tao let go, Zhong Li immediately put away his melancholy look, and his voice became brighter.

He clasped his hands and said:

"Hehe, this is the best, thank you Hall Master Hu for your success."

Together with Zhongli who came late, he finished cleaning up the affairs of Mrs. Ren.

By the time everything was done, it was already late at night.

Hu Tao finally had time to read the novel that fascinated even his own guests.

For a total of two episodes, Zhongli sent them to her.

After about half an hour.

"There is such a moving story in the world..."

"That's a good one. I'll pay my respects with my life!"

"Why didn't this old man come to Changsheng Hall to place an order before leaving, I'll give him a [-]% discount!

Hu Tao's plum blossom pupils were a little moist, and she murmured with emotion.

It's just estimated that if Lao Huangquan knew it, he would be so angry by Hu Tao that he would come back to life.

All in all huge.