I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"My lord, Mr. Nan is here!" In the box of Beifeng Building, Ji Zhong walked in with Nan Yuanxi who had just stepped off the stage.

Seeing Chen Luo, Nan Yuanxi thought that the other party wanted him to talk about "The Story of Zhong Kui" alone. After all, he had seen a lot of such things in the past two days, so he arched his cupped hands: "Young master, "The Story of Zhong Kui" " is too exhausting and can only be played once in the next day. If you want to watch it, please wake up early tomorrow and come back."

Before Chen Luo responded, Ji Zhong first laughed. Chen Luo glanced at Ji Zhong, stood up and saluted: "Mr. Nan, I'm next to you, Chen Luo."

"Oh, Mr. Chen, next... what? Chen Luo? Which Chen Luo?"

"Wan Anbo, Chen Luo!"

Nan Yuanxi looked Chen Luo up and down, and blurted out, "What evidence do you have?"

Ji Zhong: "I can prove it!"

Chen Luo smiled lightly and shouted in a low voice: "Zhong Kui!"

Suddenly, a black mist rose behind Chen Luo, and Zhong Kui's shadow loomed in the black mist.

Nan Yuanxi saw clearly the burly figure and ferocious face in the black mist, and instantly recognized that this figure was Zhong Kui whom he played every day for the past two days. With Zhong Kui Shuling with him, the person in front of him is really Wan Anbo Chen Luo!

Nanyuan Xi hastily bowed deeply: "Student Nanyuan Xi, to have Eyes but fail to recognize Mount Tai, met Wan Anbo!"

Chen Luo waved his hand, Zhong Kui disappeared and went to rest again. Chen Luo lifted Nan Yuanxi up and smiled: "It's okay. Mr. Nan, I heard you woke up early today, very good!"

Nan Yuanxi's face was flushed, this Chen Luo has long been his idol, when Chen Luo praised him, he felt that his bones were three points lighter, and he quickly waved his hands: "Uncle's article is well written..."

"No, I'm not talking about "The Legend of Zhong Kui". I'm talking about the analysis of the mansion newspaper, which is very good!"

Nan Yuanxi was startled, and then a layer of excitement surged in his heart. Generally speaking, when a noble person says this, the next step is to ask yourself if you want to follow.

This is the rhythm to close the staff!

"Do you have friends who are as outstanding as you?"

"I do!"

The words of the two came out almost at the same time, and they both looked at each other in surprise.

"What do you want?"

"Is uncle asking me to recommend friends?"

Again in unison.

Chen Luo sorted out his emotions and asked Nanyuan Xi to sit down.

"Mr. Nan, it's like this. I plan to start a newspaper, which will include content such as wake up and talk. Let the gentlemen's high-spirited speeches be presented in words."

"Of course, you can wake up early and say it, then go back and sort it out, and finally form a text and publish it in the newspaper."

"I intend to hire Mr. as the first editor-in-chief of this new newspaper, and be responsible for selecting suitable content. I will be in charge of the workplace, and the monthly salary..."

"Wait a minute!" Nanyuan Xi interrupted Chen Luo's words, got up and saluted, and said, "I respect my uncle, but Yuan Xi is still a Confucian student, and he knows the truth that poverty cannot be moved. I will talk about it when I wake up, and I will discuss it later." It is to speak out for the heavens, to explain the policies of the court and the affairs of the world to the common people, which is barely considered a preaching. How can such remarks be kept on the same paper as brothel scandals and business news. Let’s let it go... ..."

After Nanyuan Xi turned around and wanted to leave, Ji Zhongheng took a step forward and blocked Nanyuan Xi's way. Chen Luo quickly explained: "Mr. Nan misunderstood, the new newspaper I want to publish is not a grassroots newspaper."

"It's not a grass newspaper?" Nanyuan looked at Chen Luo in doubt, "What is that?"

Chen Luo smiled and said: "The grass newspapers are vulgar, and they are all waste paper; the literary newspapers are elegant, but the price is too high, and they are only aimed at Confucian disciples. I want to create a new newspaper for the common people of Li, so that they can afford it. Love it, it's worth it!"

As soon as Chen Luo finished speaking, the whole room was slightly suffocated. Ji Zhong raised his head and seemed to find something, but he couldn't find any trace. One hand clenched the hilt of the broken sword at his waist, just in case.

Nanyuan Xi was also a little shocked. He couldn't imagine what kind of newspaper it was, and asked, "Could it be possible for us to talk about it?"

Chen Luo shook his head: "Of course not. At present, my new newspaper only has two sections, one section is the eye-catching articles that I want to publish, and the other section is reserved for myself, which publishes the articles I wrote .”

The doubts on Nanyuan Xi's face dissipated: "Uncle, you want to use the new newspaper to complete 'Liyan'? It's useless, 'Liyan' requires Heavenly Dao's approval, and you must use Yawen!"

"Of course Yawen is Yawen, but...it's not 'Li Yan', but a story!"

"story?"

"Yes, a story even better than "The Legend of Zhong Kui"!"

Nan Yuanxi stared blankly at Chen Luo. He had read the classics of sages and sages for half his life, and he already felt that "Zhong Kui Lue Biography" is enough to give people imagination in just 200 words. How could there be a better story?

Ji Zhong behind Nan Yuanxi let out a contemptuous laugh, with a Tsundere look on his face.

Chen Luo thought for a while and said, "This is not urgent. I have to communicate with Wenchang Pavilion about the newspaper. Mr. Nan can think about it first."

Nanyuan Xi was taken aback again, the other party wanted to communicate with Wenchang Pavilion for a draft newspaper?

Is this the difference in the world?

Chen Luo got up and walked out, suddenly thought of something, turned around and said: "By the way, I will send a new story later, and if Mr. Nan thinks it is appropriate, he can tell it in the morning when he wakes up."

After saying this, Chen Luo walked out of the box.

...

"Young master, do you want to show that Mr. Nan first "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes?" When he walked to a less crowded place, Ji Zhong approached Chen Luo and asked in a low voice.

Chen Luo shook his head slightly.

To be honest, the reason why Chen Luo suddenly wanted to present the story to Nanyuan Xi was because Chen Luo planned to use the custom of waking up early to warm up own new newspaper!

After all, the old gentleman also relied on own to attract readers in the early days.

But Chen Luo didn't intend to come up with "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes" right away.

After all, it is a long novel, and there are still many procedures for running a newspaper that have not been completed. It is not a wise choice to blindly throw out the contents of previous chapters.

A "Biography of Zhong Kui" can have such a good effect, so it shouldn't be a big problem to find some short stories.

For example, "Nie Yinniang", the story of the legendary female knight, is it exciting?

Anyway, the last time the spirit of the secret realm said, luck is exchanged for books, and I opened the celestial road by myself before, but I have a lot of luck!

...

"What? Books to smoke?"

In the forest of flowers in the dream, Chen Luo looked at Zhong Kui, who had an illusory figure, with a dark face.

Just now, the spirit of the secret realm told Chen Luo through Zhong Kui that he could not specify which book to redeem, so he could only use his luck to go to the woods to attract the spirit of the book!

"Is there anything special about it?" Chen Luo asked with a look of displeasure.

Zhong Kui also looked a little embarrassed, and replied: "My lord, choose the size of your luck, and just walk around in the woods in the world of mortals by yourself. The matching book spirit will fly to the lord by itself."

Zhong Kui thought for a while, and then said: "It stands to reason that the more luck you hold, the more difficult it is for the book to manifest, which means the stronger the spirit of Wenhua!"

Chen Luo nodded, looked at the clouds of luck in the sky, stretched out his hand, and luck immediately flew towards Chen Luo.

This time Chen Luo just wanted a short story, so when Qi Luck was about the size of a basketball in his hand, Chen Luo stopped moving. Then Chen Luo walked into the world of mortals holding this ball of luck the size of a basketball.

Sure enough, after only a few steps, a few petal butterflies flew towards Chen Luo, but they were a bit smaller than the petal butterflies in "Swordsman Rivers and Lakes" last time.

Chen Luo took a look at the several petal butterflies around him. Among them, there was a red butterfly that was particularly conspicuous. It looked angry and kept bumping into other petal butterflies.

"It's up to you!" Chen Luo reached out and touched the red petal butterfly, the luck in his hand dissipated, and the petal butterfly turned into a ray of light and shot into Chen Luo's mind.

...

Outside, Chen Luo slowly opened his eyes.

An article was formed in Chen Luo's mind, and Chen Luo sensed it for a moment, with a weird expression on his face.

"It's you, no wonder you're so angry!"