I created the world

After being promoted by storytellers, "Journey to the West" became famous.

So Sun Dasheng found the bookstore again, and made chapter-by-chapter serialized novels based on the content that had been narrated by the narrator, and published it as a book.

Thousands of copies were sold on the day of listing. The book has novel themes and excellent writing style, and many of the poems and lines are even more catchy.

Whether it is a cultivator or ordinary literati and common people, after only reading a few chapters, they are deeply attracted, and they are stuck in it and cannot get out.

When it came to the most exciting parts, such as the "Havoc in the Heavenly Palace", those storytellers were even blocked by many monks, who insisted on letting them finish the content before letting them go.

In the spring of this year, the whole Tiannan Mansion and even Tiannan Road were worried about a monkey named Sun Wukong.

Those monks from other countries in Tiannan Mansion who originally came here for Jingling heard about "Journey to the West" and couldn't help but praise the book.

Sun Dasheng was naturally grinning from ear to ear. In less than a week, he made a fortune with "Journey to the West".

"Why are you counting money every time I see you?"

Fan Qingqi looked at Sun Dasheng speechlessly, she really couldn't understand why this guy was so paranoid about money, it was as if he had lost money.

"Miss, you are a full man who doesn't know how hungry a man is. You have never been hungry since you have grown up."

Sun Dasheng rolled his eyes angrily, "There is no hope of cultivating immortality, I naturally have to save some money and practice martial arts to defend myself. Otherwise, I will be ravaged by violent women every time, I will lose face..."

"What did you say?"

Sun Dasheng coughed dryly and immediately confessed, "I didn't say anything..."

For the past seven days, Fan Qingqi has come to Sun Dasheng's small courtyard every day, almost as punctually as going to work.

When she saw the story of "Journey to the West", she was amazed, and at the same time, she ran over every day to read the updated chapters of Sun Dasheng in advance, always seeing the latest chapters ahead of those storytellers.

When she is really curious about the following chapters, Fan Qingqi will also use her fist to coerce Sun Dasheng to tell the following content.

However, Sun Dasheng had a look of "rather dying than surrendering", and he just didn't tell Fan Qingqi the content.

Then the two of them started fighting and bickering, but their relationship quickly heated up.

It's just that the way of getting along is basically that Sun Dasheng can't help but irritate Fan Qingqi with his cheap words, and then provokes the other party to beat him up, and he still enjoys it.

And Fan Qingqi has actually done a lot of things in secret. Sun Dasheng's book publishing business is getting more and more popular, and it has aroused the covetousness of many people both openly and secretly.

Immortal cultivators naturally don't care about the wealth of mortals, but those in the underworld who have three religions and nine streams are not included in this list.

Except for the gangsters who made it clear that they came to blackmail, Fan Qingqi secretly protected Sun Dasheng from several disasters, sometimes guarding outside the yard all night in fear of something happening to him.

Sun Dasheng sniffled suddenly, "Do you smell a bloody smell..."

Fan Qingqi was stunned for a moment, then her face turned pale with shock, "You can smell this too?"

"You..." Fan Qingqi's pretty face was flushed red like a blood-stained rag.

"You bastard is a dog's nose, I... It's only my second day today, and you actually..."

Before she finished speaking, Fan Qingqi covered her face and fled in embarrassment.

"Why is this little girl so neurotic today..."

Sun Dasheng shook his head, moved a stool, stood on it and looked towards the yard next door, because the smell of blood he smelled just now came from the neighbor's yard.

Just as Sun Dasheng stood on tiptoe and wanted to look towards the opposite yard, his expression froze suddenly, because he already understood what Fan Qingqi meant.

"I squirted out salt soda, I laughed so hard!"

"Pfft, what kind of operation is this..."

"God damn it's the second day today, wow, hahaha, it's too bad, this cute chick has been my laughing point for a year!"

"Wahhahaha, Wukong, why don't you hurry up and stop the bleeding!

......

Seeing what the group of sand sculptures said in the live broadcast room, Sun Dasheng's face turned dark.

"Chirp?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in Sun Dasheng's ears, and he saw a round, white thing like cotton candy in front of him.

"what!"

Sun Dasheng was startled suddenly, he couldn't stand upright immediately, fell off the stool, and let out a miserable scream

Chapter 588 What Are You Doing So Close To Me?

Fan Qingqi, who had already run to the door, heard Sun Dasheng's screams, she was startled, thought something had happened to him, and immediately ran back again.

When she saw Sun Dasheng fell to the ground in the posture of a dog chewing mud, and there was a cotton candy-like thing flying above the yard, her eyes widened immediately.

"Jing Ling!"

Fan Qingqi exclaimed in surprise.

After Jiujiu found Fan Qingqi, he immediately turned around and ran away.

At this time, Sun Dasheng got up from the ground grunting, and then wanted to find out what the thing that scared him just now was.

Seeing that Sun Dasheng was fine, Fan Qingqi jumped up and landed on the wall to look over.

Even ordinary people know what Jingling means, let alone Fan Qingqi, who was born in a family of cultivators.

When she saw the situation in the yard clearly, she couldn't help being a little stunned.

A boy about eighteen or nineteen years old, holding a knife in his hand, cut the throat of a chicken, and the pungent bloody smell wafted from there.

After draining the blood of the chicken, the young man soaked the chicken in a bucket of hot water beside him, then picked up another chicken that had been soaked for a long time in the wooden bucket and started plucking.

His expression was focused and serious, as if he didn't even see Fan Qingqi on the courtyard wall three meters away.

Fan Qingqi stood stiffly on the wall, her heart trembled violently as she watched this scene, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The young man in front of her had an ordinary appearance. She couldn't feel the aura of a cultivator or a warrior. No matter how she looked, she looked like an ordinary person, except for her pair of piercing eyes, which had an elegant and profound temperament.

But he was obviously just plucking chicken feathers, but his movements revealed a natural, mellow charm.

If someone had told Fan Qingqi before that even plucking chicken feathers would shock her, she would have scoffed.

Especially when she saw Jing Ling happily bouncing up and down on the young man's shoulders, making a flattering chirping sound, Fan Qingqi was beyond shocked.

She has never heard of Jingling getting close to a human being, because whether it is a monk or a warrior, the first reaction when seeing Jingling is to grab them.