Chapter 146 Mr. Hongye's New Novel
Chapter 146 Mr. Hongye's New Novel
On the thirteenth day of the winter month, the wind and snow subsided.
In the pavilion, next to the stove.
The girl leaned back in a bamboo chair, hugged a thick sheepskin blanket, snored softly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
Hua Jian put down his paintbrush and tucked the corners of the quilt tightly around the girl to prevent the cold wind from blowing in.
"Under the treatment of the Qingxin Pushan Mantra, Xiaoyu's illness has indeed improved a lot."
On the snow, the person was wearing a light white satin jacket and skirt, with a slim figure. He was dancing with a long sword in his hand, the cold light was sparkling, and the branches and leaves along with ice and snow were falling down.
The sword in her hand became more and more sharp, and the branches of the pine tree were cut off completely, until only a bare trunk was left.
"Yue Jian's mind wants to be fast, but his hands move slower. This makes it difficult to practice the final move."
Hua Jian looked outside the pavilion, raised his brush, and added the last two strokes to the scroll.
After five days of intermittent painting, the scroll "Broken Branches and Fallen Plum Blossoms, with Seventeen Swords Striking Each Other" was finally completed.
She took out a delicate little seal and left her own mark on the rice paper, "Zhao Huayu".
"Stop practicing!"
The cold light fell, and the long blade flew out of his hand and stuck into the snow.
The hilt of the sword swayed, spreading the light of the cold sun in the sky in all directions.
Yue Jian walked into the pavilion and sat on the chair angrily.
"what happened?"
Hua Jian put away the seal, walked up to his sister, and took her hand with a smile.
"Who made you angry? I'll vent it for you."
"How funny! Who are we? We are just his subordinates. How can we be angry?"
Yue Jian turned his face away, his eyes slightly red.
"You are always like this."
Tears welled up in Yue Jian's eyes as he said angrily, "I am just such a bad person! Even if you behead me, I can't change! I don't want to change either. If I like it, I like it. If I don't like it, I don't like it. I am who I am..."
Hua Jian saw that she was talking incoherently and sighed in her heart. How could she not know what Yue Jian was thinking?
I can only patiently comfort her: "I heard from the adults that he and Miss Yue knew each other from humble beginnings. I believe they have a deep friendship. After meeting again after a long separation, they must have a lot to talk about. Why should you be angry?"
Yue Jian snorted coldly, "Reunion after a long separation? Then there is no need to come looking for them all the time. The only difference is that they stay at the Ping An Inn. Every time they come, they go out and no one knows where they go. They also don't allow others to follow them... This is at the foot of Huashan Sect. What if you encounter danger?"
Zhang Yu's martial arts skills were far superior to those of the other two, so he felt a little guilty when he said this.
Yue Jian knew that he shouldn't be angry. As a subordinate, he had no right to be angry.
She could feel that the adults looked at Miss Yue differently.
He had never looked at anyone else in that way.
On the way to Tongguan, Zhang Yu rescued his sister from the iron cage of the Qin Palace. The three of them opened the Ping'an Inn in Shilipo and built the Yunyu Altar in Tianyue Mountain. They experienced a lot, and unknowingly, she had placed her trust in Zhang Yu.
Hua Jian shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "Actually, think about it, Miss Yue is quite pitiful. Huashan Sect and the Divine Religion are sworn enemies. Every time she comes down the mountain to look for you, the road she has to walk is more dangerous than the cliff path on Huashan Mountain."
Yue Jian curled her eyes and said softly, "Sister, you always think about others. When do you ever think about yourself? Don't you..."
Hua Jian smiled slightly: "Some things don't need to be forced, and forcing them is useless."
Huazhou City, Dongfang Chuanmo Street.
Wangyue Bookstore, located in the middle, is the number one bookstore in Guanzhong and is very famous in the entire northwest region. Thanks to this, most of the shops on this long street are engaged in the business of books, periodicals, and study tools.
"hurry up!"
"Mr. Hongye has published a new book!"
"If we go a step later, we won't even have a sip of soup."
The sky cleared up after a long period of cloudy weather, but the snow on the streets had not melted and it was still very cold.
Several bookstore clerks hurried towards Wangyue Bookstore. There was already a long queue in front of the door. They were all bookstore owners and clerks on Chuanmo Street.
"Wenyuan, Mohai, Huaxi, why haven't we seen anyone from these three bookstores?"
"Behind them stands the big turbans of the government. How dare Wangyue Bookstore not give them face? After the new books are printed, they are given to the three major stores before the ink is dry. The remaining ones are ours."
"Alas, Mr. Hongye's novels will never be sold out. They will bring in a lot of money."
Tang poetry, Song lyrics, Yuan opera, and Ming novels. By the Yousheng period, the commercial economy was booming, and a group of citizens with some spare money appeared in the streets. In addition, the cultural and educational atmosphere became increasingly strong, the literacy rate increased significantly, and the vernacular novels of the common people gained a great influence in the market.
At the east end of Chuanmo Street, the first shop is Wenyuan Bookstore. The most popular books there are various vernacular novels.
The two walked into the store, and the bookstore owner looked up and immediately became concerned.
The woman was wearing a green silk skirt, sheepskin boots, and a feather satin cloak to keep warm.
Next to her was a young man, tall and handsome, with a high spirit, wearing a white robe and a sword hanging from his waist.
They both had outstanding looks and temperaments far superior to those of ordinary rich young men and women, like a couple from a book. She walked to the counter and asked, "Do you have Mr. Hongye's new book?"
The bookstore owner was very polite and said with a smile, "The bookshelf in the back row has a lot of people buying them. I wonder if there are any left. If they are sold out today, we will have to wait until tomorrow to restock them at the latest."
"Thank you, boss."
Yue Lingshan walked to the bookshelf and saw only two books left, but she discovered that she seemed to have read the new book before.
"The leader of the Demon Cult was originally a girl?"
There are three small words after the title of the book.
"So this is the second volume, but didn't the previous Demon Cult leader die?"
Yue Lingshan looked at the man next to her and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that his expression remained normal.
She only heard that Mr. Hongye had a new book, but she didn't know that it was related to the Sun Moon Sect. The righteous sect and the evil sect were in a dispute over their positions, and no one could convince the other. Both of them deliberately avoided this topic.
Zhang Yu chuckled and said, "It seems to be a serial as well? Mr. Hongye is a wonderful person."
Yue Lingshan was curious about the contents of the book, so she withdrew her outstretched hand and said, "Forget it. They are all fictitious stories. There is nothing interesting to read."
Zhang Yu smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt to take a look. There are only two books left. I also want to read them."
Yue Lingshan's almond-shaped eyes showed joy, and she took down the two new books: "Okay, let's take a look."
Zhang Yu went to the counter and paid six cents of silver.
Each book costs three qian of silver, and exchanging it for a good-looking Yousheng Tongbao coin would cost about two hundred and fifty wen.
There is a row of tables and chairs near the window in the store, with two people sitting on each side.
Zhang Yu opened the title page and smelled the fresh smell of ink. It was the first time he read a vernacular novel from the Ming Dynasty.
Influenced by later generations, he read novels much faster than Yue Lingshan. He finished reading the novel, which had a total of 50,000 to 60,000 words, in less than 25 minutes.
"At this point, the story seems quite novel, no wonder it is so popular."
Zhang Yu felt amused. This kind of book could only be read in Guanzhong. If it was placed in Pingding Prefecture, it would be a first-class rebellious book, much more serious than Yang Lianting's accusation in Chengde Hall that Wu Lianjiang was disrespecting the leader's precious teachings.
Yue Lingshan watched it very seriously.
After the evil cult leader Dongfang Mingyue was pierced through the heart by a sharp blade, he was doomed to die.
Who would have thought that when his life was hanging by a thread, the ungrateful man changed his mind, used his inner strength to protect his heart meridian, and led Dongfang Mingyue out of the siege of the righteous path.
There are also factions within the Demon Cult. The new leader is afraid of Dongfang Mingyue's unparalleled martial arts, so he sends experts to hunt him down.
The two were not tolerated by the world and became exiles from then on.
Finally, he fled to the freezing cold abyss in the far west.
The man fought against dozens of masters alone, and eventually died of exhaustion. He was hacked into pieces and his body was cut into pieces. He died a death that could not be more dead.
Dongfang Mingyue jumped into the abyss...
Yue Lingshan closed the book, her eyes slightly moistened, and she felt a little sad in her heart.
"Dongfang Mingyue's end was so tragic. She was hit by a sword and thought she could escape death, but in the end she couldn't escape her fate. Is it true that the orthodox and the devilish are together and will not have a good end?"
Zhang Yu handed over the handkerchief: "Miss Yue, don't be sad, Dongfang Mingyue will definitely not die!"
Yue Lingshan wiped her eyes and asked doubtfully, seeing his firm tone, "Are you Mr. Hongye?"
Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Of course I'm not Mr. Hongye."
Of course, he would not make sarcastic remarks about Dongfang Bubai just for the sake of royalties.
Even if I had the literary talent, I wouldn't have the courage.
Yue Lingshan asked: "Then how do you know?"
Zhang Yu turned the book over and pointed at the three ink characters below the title.
"It's very simple. If the leader of the Demon Cult dies, how will Mr. Hongye edit the third volume?"
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The door curtain opened, and a cold wind rushed into the store from the street.
Another new guest walked in.
"I want a copy of Mr. Hongye's new novel!"
The owner of Wenyuan Bookstore smiled apologetically and said, "I'm very sorry, today's quota has been sold out. Several customers have just asked about it. Sir, you can come earlier tomorrow."
Zhang Yu felt that the voice seemed familiar and looked up.
The man was seven feet tall, and his entire body was covered in a black cloak, making it difficult to see his features. He was standing in front of the counter, wearing cowhide boots, which were the standard military boots for the frontier.
(End of this chapter)