I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

In the next two days, Chu He was rushing to draft almost every day.

Of course, he is only dictating, and the author is Shuling Lin Chong.

For three days, even Lin Chong couldn't bear his temper.

The moment he stopped writing, his right hand shook like chaff.

"My lord, are you still writing?" Lin Chong asked, moving his sore wrist.

Chu He lay on the bamboo chair, and said calmly, "How long have you written?"

"Chapter fifty-eight." Lin Chong said.

"Yeah!" Chu He got up and stretched, "Writing a book is really tiring, isn't it, Lin Chong."

The muscles on Lin Chong's face twitched. If this guy wasn't the master, he really wanted to annex this guy just like annihilating Wang Lun.

"Okay, you go back and rest, I have to submit the manuscript."

Chu He waved his hands.

Shu Ling saluted with his fists in his hands, turning into a ray of light and sinking between his eyebrows.

It was still early, Chu He stood with his hands behind his back, and began to absorb the literary spirit accumulated in "Water Margin" in the past few days.

The huge literary energy poured down like the water of the Yellow River, instantly enveloping him.

The rich aroma of books wafts through the entire Chu family, making one feel refreshed.

Chu He could feel that his Confucianism and Taoism were improving rapidly, and the Wenquan in the Lingtai was also expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, the spring had expanded to two inches, and the spring water in it became clearer and clearer.

After all the energy was absorbed, the spring seemed to have expanded to a radius of four inches!

This speed is not said to be unprecedented, but it is definitely unprecedented.

In just a short time, Chu He has completed the journey of ordinary Confucianism cultivators for two or three years.

When the spring eye reaches nine inches, you can enter the next level, the seventh-level pass through the classic level.

That is, among the three realms of Confucianism and Cultivation, the peak of Confucianism.

"At this speed, when "Water Margin" is over, I should be able to step into the realm of Qipintong."

Chu He yawned, turned and went back to his room to rest.

In the past few days, he has been working on drafts all night, and he has not slept well, and the dark circles under his eyes are almost coming out.

It was still Lu Tixia who kept vigil, and the wandering spirit did not come to make trouble tonight, probably because his injuries had not recovered.

Early the next morning, there was an urgent knock on the door outside the yard.

Fu Bo rubbed his sore eyes, raised his hand and opened the door.

Outside the door, a fat face poked in, but there were two dark spots on that fat face.

"Young Master Wang, what's the matter with your eyes?" Uncle Fu trembled in fright.

Wang Yingjun's eyes were black, like black coal balls.

"Uncle Fu, you're still talking about me, your old man also has dark circles under his eyes, you won't stay up late to watch it too?" Wang Yingjun said angrily when he saw the dark circles under Uncle Fu's eyes.

Uncle Fu nodded, and sighed: "Hey, this book is really good-looking, but it's a pity that there are too few of them. I finished reading it in three days."

Hearing the words, Wang Yingjun seemed to have met a confidant, and hurriedly said: "Yes, it is really good-looking. I also finished reading it today, and I want to come over and ask how Master Chu's manuscript is going."

Another head poked over from the side, with a pair of triangular eyes in the dark circles, very obscene.

It was Wang Yingjun, the shopkeeper of Donglai Bookstore. Of course, his dark circles were not from chasing books, but from excitement.

He earned nearly ten thousand taels of silver in the last book, thinking that he could earn even more after being new, he couldn't sleep the whole night.

"Boss Wang is also here. The young master is in the backyard. The old man will take you there." Uncle Fu said.

The three rushed to the backyard in a group.

In the backyard, Chu He was doing morning exercises when he saw three pandas approaching from a distance. He couldn't help being a little startled, Uncle Fu knew he was staying up late these days, but what happened to Wang Yingjun and Wang Chuyong, they also stayed up late to read?

Prompting literary energy into his eyes, he actually saw that Wang Yingjun had a little more literary energy, this guy really wanted to read miscellaneous books to become Taoist.

"Young Master Chu, how is your manuscript going? Can you publish it tomorrow?"

Seeing Chu He and Wang Yingjun, he couldn't wait to step forward to ask.

"The manuscripts are all on the desk in the study, you just go and get them, don't mess them up." Chu He said indifferently.

"Master Wang, Shopkeeper Wang, I'll get it for you!"

Fu Bo rushed to the study with a stride, the speed stunned everyone.

"Young Master Chu, when did Fu Bo's skills get so good?" Wang Yingjun said in shock.

Chu He glanced at them: "Fu Bo's skills have always been good, it's just that you don't know it."

Is not this nonsensical? The Daoist Daoist in the past, even if he is half useless now, he is still a master, can his skills be bad?

In the blink of an eye, Fu Bo brought back a thick stack of manuscripts.

"Forbe, show me!"

Wang Yingjun and Wang Yingjun's eyes lit up immediately, and they stretched out their hands to fight.

In the end, before they could grab it, an afterimage passed by, and the manuscript was already in Chu He's hands.

Even Forber couldn't react to this speed.

He looked at Chu He in surprise, the young master's cultivation has improved again, this is simply a natural Confucianism cultivation.

"There is only one copy of the manuscript. If it is damaged or messed up, the book will not be published tomorrow." Chu He said indifferently.

The two scratched their heads, both a little embarrassed, they really wanted to read the next content.

Chu He added: "Get the rubbings at the printing house first, and after the book is printed, it's not too late for you to read it."

All three nodded. Publishing a book is a major event, and it cannot be delayed because of the momentary pleasure.

They didn't stay any longer, and immediately rushed to the printing workshop after taking the manuscript.

This rubbing is in charge of the new printing workshop opened by Wang Yingjun, because the Donglai Bookstore was burned down and has not yet been rebuilt.

After the manuscript was in place, the printing workshop immediately started to operate, and hundreds of workers worked together to typeset and print at the fastest speed.

After the manuscript was handed in, Chu He could also get a short break.

He suddenly thought of one thing, why did his mother go to her mother's house for help for so long and still haven't received a reply?

He was about to go to Uncle Fu to ask for clarification, but Uncle Fu suddenly walked over.

"Young Master, news came from the Wang family's caravan. After returning to Beijing, the old man of the Shangguan family immediately went to the prison to visit the old man. With the old man Shangguan taking care of him, the situation of the old man has improved a lot." Uncle Fu said happily.

These words not only did not make Chu He relax, but made him feel even heavier.

Mr. Shangguan is a third-rank Confucian, and there is no way to get Dad out of the prison. It seems that the person who wants to kill Dad is not ordinary!

"Uncle Fu, what is the identity of my mother's natal family? Why has my mother not come back after being away for so long? Even Mr. Shangguan can't save my father. Could it be that my grandfather can help my father escape?" Chu He said I have doubts in my heart.

The expression on Uncle Fu's face suddenly froze, and he said with a sneer: "Master, this old slave doesn't know much, so don't ask."

"Forbe..."

Chu He wanted to ask more questions, but Fu Bo suddenly changed the subject.

"Young master, it's time to pay people's monthly money, and this old slave has to go to work first."

Without waiting for Chu He to reply, Forbe turned and left.

Chu He's brows were tightly furrowed, why did he hide away whenever his mother's natal Fubo was mentioned.

Maybe I should go to my mother's room and see, maybe I can find some information.