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Suddenly there was a dull rumbling sound in the cave, as if a mountain torrent erupted.

Water came from nowhere, rushing from all directions, submerging the storm in the cave at once.

The clam essence is free again, like a duck in water.

If it took advantage of the chaos and fled at this time, there might be a chance.

It's a pity that it has lost its mind and decided to use the power of the inner alchemy to completely kill the opponent.

Dozens of beads suddenly transformed into hundreds of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, rushing towards Gu Ming.

At this time, the cave was already full of water, submerging the top of Gu Ming's head.

However, this did not affect his actions in the slightest.

"Wow!"

A wave hit the cave wall.

Gu Ming rose up on the waves, with a murderous intent.

"Yaksha devil, kill!"

"Evil spirits, kill them!"

With the wolf's hair slashing, the killing sound circled, and the whole cave trembled.

The surrounding stalactites and rocks shattered one after another, mixing with the water waves and colliding back and forth, like a strong earthquake.

Under such power and influence, those shrimp soldiers and crabs will be crushed one by one and melted into the water.

"what!"

At the same time, the clam spirit let out a scream.

These shrimp soldiers and crab generals were transformed by its inner alchemy. They expected to kill their opponents, but they turned into powder one by one.

As a result, the clam spirit was immediately debilitated, and the water waves in the cave began to subside quickly.

"cut!"

With Gu Ming shouting again, a crack finally appeared in the hard shell of the clam essence.

This time, it was so frightened that it was scared out of its wits, and it didn't care to pretend to be a river god, begging for mercy loudly: "Shangxian, spare my life, Shangxian, spare my life!"

Forgive me?

is it possible?

Gu Ming ignored it at all, and instead recited a murderous poem.

Although there were only a dozen or so short words, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The shell of the clam spirit made a sound of shattering ice, and finally broke completely.

With the loss of protective ability, coupled with the fact that there was no inner alchemy left, the clam essence became meat on the chopping board, and was finally chopped into several pieces by Gu Ming

Just in case, Gu Ming clicked on the task interface to check

Very good, the task can be submitted, and 40 points will be obtained.

Including the previous points, it is enough to exchange for a level 4 skill talisman.

Therefore, Gu Ming changed the painting without hesitation and upgraded the painting to level 4.

As a result, his calligraphy and painting have reached a relatively high level, which is completely comparable to some famous artists.

Then, Gu Ming returned the same way.

When it surfaced, it was found that the previous ferry was still docked in the distance and did not leave.

Gu Ming stepped on the waves and walked over.

"The villain has no eyes, please forgive me!"

As soon as he boarded the boat, the middle-aged man knelt down on the board of the boat and kowtowed in fright.

Gu Ming reasoned lazily, and said loudly to the others: "Your so-called river god is a clam spirit, which has been destroyed by me now."

"Thank you, Shangxian, thank you, Shangxian!"

The boatman quickly kowtowed.

Gu Ming smiled and waved his hands: "I'm not a fairy, I'm just a scholar!"

student?

All the passengers couldn't help but look at each other.

Can scholars still call the wind and call the rain?

Three days later.

When Gu Ming arrived at Yuhang Mansion, he immediately went to look for Ma Yun.

"Taobao Zhai?"

When he came to Ma Mansion, Gu Ming raised his eyes and glanced at the newly changed name of the store, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

At the beginning, he just suggested it on a whim, but he didn't expect that the Ma family really changed the name of the store.

"Master, may I ask you? Are you Mr. Gu?"

As soon as Gu Ming entered the shop, a clerk came forward to greet him. When he saw Gu Ming's appearance clearly, he couldn't help being stunned again, as if he was not sure.

"Yes, is your young master at home?"

"It should be there, it should be here, the little one will take you there."

The guy was very enthusiastic and immediately led Gu Ming to the backyard.

Before arriving at the place, the man opened his throat and drank: "Young master, young master, Mr. Gu is here!"

Ma Yun was reading a book in the small courtyard, when he heard the word Gu Gongzi, he jumped up without thinking, and rushed out like a whirlwind.

"Haha, Brother Gu, what kind of wind brought you here?"

"What? Not welcome?"

"Where is that? In fact, my younger brother got the news when you left Gusu. I guess you might come over. Walk around, go into the courtyard and chat slowly."

The two entered the courtyard and chatted for a few words, Ma Yun couldn't help but said: "By the way, Leping has sent someone to send over the manuscripts and drawings of Farewell My Concubine, and they are about to print them. Would you like to have a look?"

"You don't need to look at it, the draft has been revised almost before. Besides, I came to you this time mainly to send another manuscript."

Gu Ming took out the manuscript he had prepared from his pocket and handed it over.

"The Legend of the White Snake? This..." Ma Yun took the manuscript with a look of shock on his face: "My God, how long has it been since you finished writing it?"

How did he know about Gu Ming's adventure?

It seems that I went to Gusu Mansion for a few days, but actually stayed in the world in the painting for several months.

If Gu Ming took out the second volume of Dream of Red Mansions again, maybe Ma Yun would be shocked.

Not to mention conceiving and polishing, even if it is copied, it is impossible to finish it in such a short time. After all, the two manuscripts add up to 50 million words.

"Don't ask so many questions, just see what's going on first."

"Oh, let's see first"

Ma Yun responded subconsciously, and then began to read the manuscript intently.

Although Gu Ming wrote this Legend of the White Snake comprehensively based on several versions of his previous life, he also combined a lot of his own thoughts and styles.

The important thing is that in order to adapt to the current environment in the book, some poems and more than a dozen illustrations are also included in the book to make the finishing point clearer.

After watching it for a while, Ma Yun couldn't help but look happy and said: "That's great, brother Gu is really full of knowledge, I admire you a lot"

After a few words of politeness, Gu Ming said: "Since Brother Yun thinks this book is good, let's publish it together with Farewell My Concubine."

Ma Yun nodded immediately: "No problem, my brother will send someone to the workshop in a while, and let them speed up printing."

"By the way, is Brother Xu in Yuhang Mansion or Jinhua Mansion now?"

"He went to the capital together with Shopkeeper Wang, and is planning to find a bookseller in the capital to cooperate with us to expand the market."

Upon hearing this, Gu Ming couldn't help but nodded in relief.

After all, the capital city is a special place. Once it establishes a firm foothold in the capital city, it will gradually expand to the whole country from point to point.

From this point of view, Ma Yun and Xu Jiaying are not acting impulsively, but are serious about doing it well.

1Chapter 16 Wow, my uncle is back!

Next, Gu Ming stayed in Yuhang Mansion for two days.

During the period, I visited the printing workshop with Ma Yun.

Judging from its scale and facilities, it is indeed not comparable to the workshops in Guobei County.

The printed book looks more exquisite in terms of paper, layout, binding, illustrations, etc.

As a result, Gu Ming is naturally very satisfied.

Although he is not involved in the management now, in addition to the content of the book itself, the quality of printing, paper, and layout will also affect the word-of-mouth and sales of the book, and it is also closely related to him.

After that, Ma Yun invited many classmates and friends, as well as some talents and celebrities from Yuhang Prefecture, to hold a grand banquet.

This banquet is both a welcoming banquet and a farewell banquet.

There were about 40 to [-] participants, almost half of whom Gu Ming knew or was familiar with.

After all, he stayed in Yuhang Mansion for more than a month during the provincial examination, and had contact with many scholars in Yuhang Mansion, and some of them were students from the same batch of candidates.

When they met again, there were more topics to talk about, and the atmosphere was naturally very harmonious.

When the wine was in full swing, a scholar suggested through the wine: "I heard that Gu Jieyuan recited a poem at the Jingui Poetry and Painting Conference. In it, there is a sentence in the Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City. The bell rings to the passenger ship at midnight. It is really shocking." It is amazing, and many people remember Hanshan Temple.

Now that we come to our Yuhang, do you also write a song to add to the fun? "

"It's not just this sentence, there is also the poem sung by Gu Jieyuan, When will the bright moon come? Ask the wine to the blue sky. It can be called a masterpiece of the ages. How many of us scholars in Yuhang Mansion don't know it? How many people don't know it?"

"According to Xiaosheng, a classmate of Gusu Mansion, now even the great talents in Gusu Mansion are convinced by Gu Jieyuan's talent, and are respected as the five great talents in the south of the Yangtze River."

"I admire Gu Jieyuan's demeanor very much, and I hope that Gu Jieyuan can compose an impromptu poem, so as to leave a good story for us in Yuhang Mansion."

"That's right, Brother Gu, since you're here and everyone is so enthusiastic, why don't you write a picture?"

Ma Yun smiled and joined in the fun.

"Hahaha, good! Since you are so kind, I will write an impromptu poem!"

Gu Ming didn't push back, and readily agreed.

Why not just write poetry, trivial.

"Great, come on, Fang Sibao is waiting!" Ma Yun was overwhelmed with surprise, and immediately ordered.

At the moment, some people went to look for pens, ink, paper and inkstones, while others vacated the table early.

After everything was ready, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Gu Ming raised his breath a little, then swung his pen with a pen, and the pen was like a snake, and he finished it in one stroke:

"Sparkling water is good when it's sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If you want to compare West Lake to West Lake, it's always appropriate to wear heavy makeup."

The scene was silent for a moment, and then there was a burst of applause, applause, and exclamation.

"Haha, that's great. It's really well written. The calligraphy is excellent, and the poetry is also excellent, so I will put it away first."

In order to prevent other people from scrambling, Ma Yun couldn't help but take the scroll in his hands first.

In this way, it is hard for others to say anything. After all, Ma Yun is the host and has a close relationship with Gu Ming. Apart from him, who else is willing to fight?

At the end of the banquet, Ma Yun warmly invited Gu Ming again, and took Gu Ming to a romantic place to continue drinking, and also brought a few girls to play the piano and dance for fun.

This meal lasted until midnight before returning home with all my heart.

The next morning, Gu Ming finally left Yuhang Mansion and started his return journey.

This time, neither by boat nor on foot, but on horseback.

What he was riding was a purebred Dawan horse named "Zhuifeng", which Ma Zhengshan asked someone to buy at a high price.

Ma Yun insisted on giving Chasing Wind to Gu Ming, saying that this horse dare not say that it can travel thousands of miles a day, but it can easily travel five or six hundred miles a day, which is convenient for Gu Ming to travel in the future.

The kindness is hard to turn down, Gu Ming couldn't refuse, but finally accepted it.

In fact, if he runs at full speed with his current pace, he can easily walk hundreds of miles a day.