I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

In the main hall, Wang Yingjun was excited, talking to Chu He about how many books Wang's shop sold today.

Even his father Wang Wanwan, who always looked down on him, praised him and repeatedly told him to follow Chu He's footsteps.

Because the sales of Water Margin also drove the store, today's sales have quadrupled compared to before.

Why not be able to mix with such educated people to improve your literary literacy and make money?

"These are just small profits, the real big profits are placed in the casino." Chu He smiled lightly.

Wang Yingjun nodded and said, "Young Master Chu, we brothers and I will get rich after tomorrow, and I will definitely go to Yihonglou to let Hua Kui accompany me for the night."

As he spoke, there was a smile on Brother Pig's face.

But Chu He shuddered when he heard the word "Oiran". He could transform into a human form, and he was not found in Pingyang City.

That oiran's cultivation is probably not weak, at least it is much stronger than Xiaoqian, the female ghost in white who wanted to kill her before.

After breaking through to the seventh-rank classic realm, you must kill this fox demon, otherwise you will have trouble sleeping and eating.

"Master, Donglai Bookstore also sold 9,000 copies, adding up to 35,000 copies. When the master published the book, he never sold so many copies." Uncle Fu walked in with a happy face.

"Young Master Chu, you are really going to become a famous scholar!"

Wang Yingjun praised repeatedly. Although he is not a Confucianism cultivator, he also knows the way of it, and understands the concept of selling 30,000 copies of a book a day.

Chu He was also a little surprised when he heard the words, this number was higher than he expected, it seems that he might be able to break through to the level of full reading tonight.

After seeing off Wang Yingjun, Chu He returned to his room immediately.

He summoned the book spirit Lu Tijutsu to protect the law, and he began to absorb a huge literary energy.

The literary spirit brought by more than 30,000 books is indeed terrifying. A large amount of literary spirit gathers on the top of the head, and the aroma of books is so strong that the entire Chu family can smell the strong aroma of books.

"Master, is he going to break through?" Uncle Fu looked stunned, "Master was already in his twenties when he stepped into the eight-level full-study state, and the master is only sixteen this year. The Chu family is about to prosper!"

He immediately landed on the courtyard wall, holding a mahogany sword in his arms, and yellow talismans in his sleeves. He wanted to protect Chu He himself.

In the room, Lu Tixia also saw Uncle Fu on the courtyard wall from a distance, the two looked at each other and nodded.

One is guarding the law in the room, and the other is guarding on the courtyard wall.

Chu He doesn't know what's going on outside, he's trying his best to absorb the massive cultural energy gathered by Water Margin.

With the surging literary energy pouring into his body, he could feel that his spiritual platform became clearer and clearer, and his thinking became more active and sharp, as if his whole body was about to be reborn.

Nine feet behind him kept rising, and soon reached a height of ten feet.

And just as Setsuna reached ten feet, the cultural energy suddenly condensed, turning into a spiritual spring and appearing above Chu He's head.

Wensi springs up, this is a sign of the eighth-rank full reading. Wenqi is like a clear spring, washing away the Lingtai, and it can also support Confucianism cultivators to use stronger offensive methods.

At first, the Lingquan was only one inch in diameter, and there was a clear stream gushing from it, but the spring was small and the speed was very slow.

With the absorption of cultural energy, the Lingquan also began to expand, and after absorbing Mantian cultural energy, it was close to two inches.

He let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.

The scene in front of him shocked him, the world in front of him seemed to have changed.

He could even see the strands of hair falling on the ground, and when he looked closely, he could actually see the fine grain of the wood.

"Is this Night Vision?"

Chu He was shocked. Although the Confucianism Cultivator did not have the miraculous means of Dao Cultivator, nor the strong physique of a warrior, his ability was also extremely miraculous.

Cultivate the book spirit, recite poems to kill the enemy, talk about wars on paper, and follow the words...

This bright eye night vision is one of them, and most Confucianism cultivators will gradually awaken after entering the three realms of gifted scholars.

Similar to the father Chu Yunfu, he had the ability of night vision with bright eyes when he was in Liupin Xuefu, and he has been hailed as a genius.

Unexpectedly, I have such a magical ability when I was studying at the eighth grade.

He looked out and saw a person standing on the high wall outside the window under the darkness of night.

"Forbe, you have a heart."

Seeing that Chu He was safe, the man on the wall flew into the courtyard, became hunched again, and wandered back to the room.

Chu He withdrew his gaze and looked inside at his spiritual platform.

A clear spring is gushing out of clear water, this is Wensi Quan.

In the Lingtai, the cultural energy turned into a trickle of clear water flowing, and a little spiritual light jumped out of it.

"A new book spirit has been cultivated?"

Chu He was taken aback, he didn't expect Water Margin to raise Shuling so quickly.

However, after thinking about it, it should be taken for granted. When I only sold more than 1,000 copies before, I cultivated Luda, who was still a superintendent.

With so many sold today, it is only natural to cultivate another book spirit.

But who is this book spirit?

There are quite a few characters appearing in the current series of Water Margin. Besides Lu Da, there are Jiuzhilong Shijin, Xiaoxuanfeng Chaijin and others. Which one of them is it?

Chu He didn't think too much anymore, and flipped over a blank sheet of paper hanging in front of him.

On the altar, a blurry figure appeared. This figure had a leopard head with ring eyes, a swallow jaw and a tiger beard. It was eight feet long and short, thirty-four to five years old.

The most eye-catching thing was the long spear on his shoulder, with a wine gourd on the end of the gun.

Seeing this figure, Chu He's eyes lit up with excitement, it turned out to be him!

He turned literary spirit into a pen, and the pen was like a snake, and wrote two words on the paper - Lin Chong!

The two words manifested, the paper rustled, and suddenly turned into a stream of light and entered his mind.

With a thought in his mind, the paper appeared in his palm.

Wen Qi poured into it, and a figure stepped out from it.

"Lin Chong has met the Lord!"

The man clasped his fists in salute, his eyes gleamed, he was very extraordinary.

Lin Chong, the leopard head, is one of the most classic characters in Water Margin, with extraordinary marksmanship.

Unexpectedly, Lin Chong's popularity is so high in this world, and he has been cultivated so quickly.

"Lin Chong, what state are you in now?" Chu He asked hastily.

Lin Chong said respectfully: "I am also a book spirit, and my realm is similar to that of senior brother."

"It's not bad at the peak of the eighth-rank rock-cracking realm." Chu He nodded in satisfaction.

In addition to Fu Bo, there are three masters in the house who can fight against the seventh-rank realm. Thinking about it, even if the fox demon came here in person, he might not be able to hurt himself.

However, Chu He also had a new idea, which is to learn marksmanship from Instructor Lin.

This world is full of monsters and monsters, ghosts and ghosts coexist, it is definitely good to have an extra life-saving method.

He also thought about learning from Lu Tisha before, but he thought of the picture of him waving his Zen stick...

Of course, learning marksmanship is definitely not now, because he has other things to arrange for Lin Chong to do.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, a figure soared from the Chu family, climbed over the high wall easily, and disappeared into the darkness.