Douluo: Invincible from copying books

The moon rises and the night falls.

Cheng Mo ate the food prepared by his father and listened to his father telling what happened during this period.

Cheng Mo couldn't help but secretly smacked his lips when he heard this. He didn't expect Zhu Xian's sales to be so popular.

Listening to his father talking about the housekeeper of the City Lord's Mansion and the girl's visit to the bookstore in the afternoon, Lao Cheng still broke out in a cold sweat.

This was the first time that he had turned away such a big shot.

Cheng Mo listened thoughtfully, for the sake of subsequent copyright?

He asked: "Did those two people say when they would come again?"

Lao Cheng said helplessly: "That adult left in a very angry manner. It would be fine if he didn't ask any questions. How could he come back?"

Cheng Mo said nonchalantly: "Okay! In that case, dad, let's print out another 100 sets of the first volume of Zhu Xian."

"I will write the second volume and print 100 sets."

"When everything is ready, we will start selling."

Lao Cheng nodded, looking forward to it. Seeing other pirated books selling like hotcakes every day in the past two days, he had already become extremely jealous.

However, he thought about it and asked: "Xiao Mo, will this not delay your cultivation of soul power?"

A smile appeared on Cheng Mo's lips and he said happily: "Dad, my soul power has been upgraded to level three."

Lao Cheng was overjoyed when he heard this and couldn't wait to ask: "Really? I knew my son was a genius."

Cheng Mo nodded, but the fact that his father said he was a genius really made people blush.

As for me now, it would be good if I could not be called a waste. How could I be a genius?

After the father and son put away the dishes, Cheng Mo continued writing the story of Zhu Xian.

Cheng Mo was sitting at the counter of the bookstore, his jade book martial spirit hanging in the air, and his brows glowing brightly.

Lao Cheng was on the side and bound the blank pages one by one. When the time comes, all he needs to do is print them directly with Wuhun.

Lao Cheng was doing what he was doing, occasionally looking up at Cheng Mo with a pleased smile on his lips.

At this time, Cheng Mo was completely immersed in creation and completely lost his perception of the outside world.

The Seven Meridians Martial Arts Competition is over, Master, I finally won’t let you down anymore!

The feeling of flying in the air and overlooking the heaven and earth is really intoxicating!

In Kongsang Mountain Ten Thousand Bats Ancient Cave, Lu Xueqi turns out to have such a girly side.

Darkness, boundless darkness, just keeps falling like this. I'm probably going to be buried in the abyss of death like this!

So I'm not dead?

Is this dreamy and beautiful woman like an elf my fantasy?

It turns out her name is Baguio!

I will probably die trapped in this ancient cave with Baguio!

She actually let me eat her flesh and blood to survive?

What do you think I am?Is he a beast?

Listening to her talk about her past, why does my heart hurt so much?

There was an urge to hold her in my arms.

I finally found a way to survive, but the sentence "Heaven and Earth are unkind and treat all things as stupid dogs" is firmly engraved in my mind!

Cheng Mo seemed to have entered that world, transformed into Zhang Xiaofan, and personally experienced those thrilling stories!

This time, it was written all the way to Qingyun Mountain, where the demon sect launched a massive attack.

Under the Zhuxian Sword, Baguio recited the infatuation curse and sacrificed her life to save Zhang Xiaofan.

Cheng Mo stopped, but tears were already shed on his face.

What is righteousness?What is a demon?

Everyone is blaming me, who should I blame?

Only Baguio loves me and is good for me!

I don’t even know who to hate!

It took a long time for Cheng Mo's mood to calm down, and he felt a little sad in his heart.

Will one day I can meet such a woman who will sacrifice her life for me?

Remembering that he now had to go through the back door to go to school, Cheng Mo smiled bitterly and stopped thinking about it.

He turned around and saw Lao Cheng looking at him anxiously.

It turned out that Lao Cheng was binding blank pages aside, but it turned out that Cheng Mo's face kept changing, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes angry, sometimes scared.

Later, Lao Cheng even saw Cheng Mo crying.

This scene frightened Lao Cheng very much. He wanted to wake Cheng Mo up, but he was afraid that something would happen if he woke him up. For a moment, he was so confused that he was beside himself.

Cheng Mo couldn't help but feel warm in his heart as he listened to his father fearfully talking about his various performances. It was really good to have someone who cared about him like this.

He took Lao Cheng's hand and said, "Dad, don't worry, I'm fine."

"This is the normal situation when I use Wuhun to write a book."

"It's too late today, let's rest first and continue binding tomorrow!"

Lao Cheng felt relieved when he saw that he was really fine. He laughed and scolded: "You kid, one day I will be scared to death by you."

As he spoke, he sat down again and continued binding the blank pages.

"The bookstore's business has been delayed these two days. You go to bed first, and I will bind some more blank pages."

Cheng Mo walked over, pulled Lao Cheng up without any explanation, and said, "Okay, Dad, there is always money to be made, we will do it tomorrow."

Lao Cheng had no choice but to be dragged out of the bookstore by his grown-up son.

"Wait a minute, the lights aren't out yet!"

"I'll turn out the lights, don't worry about it, go to bed!"

The voices of father and son echoed in the night, making people feel at ease.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Lao Cheng got up and went to the bookstore to work.

After Cheng Mo got up, he ate the breakfast that his father had prepared before going to the bookstore.

At this time, there were almost a hundred bound blank books in the bookstore.

These blank books were bound according to the pages of the first volume of Zhu Xian. Cheng Mo directly used Wuhun to print them all into the first volume of Zhu Xian.

Lao Cheng looked on in amazement!

Although we have seen process ink printed with Wuhun before, such fast and regular printing and typesetting is really far beyond any bookstore.

In less than 10 minutes, these blank books had been printed.

Cheng Mo took out some more blank pages, printed a hundred copies of the second volume, and asked Lao Cheng to slowly bind them.

After Cheng Mo finished doing this, he ran to the bedroom to continue refining the energy in the martial soul.

He discovered last night that if he didn't absorb it, the energy would be stored in the martial soul and would not be lost.

Cheng Mo also had some guesses about these energies. Although he could not completely determine the nature of these energies, they must be related to the Zhu Xian novel.

Cheng Mo simply called these energies bounty, which meant the reward given to him by those who read the book.

Thinking of this, Cheng Mo felt like he was back in his previous life when he wrote books and asked for rewards, and couldn't help but smile.

As long as more people read the book, the more rewards you will receive.

When the time comes, the speed at which my soul power increases may not be any worse than that of those soul masters with good talents.

Cheng Mo felt full of confidence and fighting spirit at this time, and couldn't wait to run into his room to absorb the bounty and refine it into his own soul power.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a big belly wearing a silk robe came into the bookstore.

This guy has gold and jade pendants hanging everywhere on his body, and his whole body exudes the aura of a nouveau riche.

When Lao Cheng saw him, he couldn't help but said with a smile on his face: "Master Jia, you are here to buy books again today!"

Mr. Jia said: "Old Cheng, has Zhu Xian in your bookstore come to stock the goods?"

Lao Cheng said with a smile: "You came at the right time. I just got a batch of new books here. I will get you one right now."

Mr. Jia said unhappily: "Old Cheng, don't you look down on me?"

"Am I like a poor guy who only buys one book?"

Lao Cheng said quickly: "Look at me, I didn't ask you clearly, how many books do you plan to buy this time?"

Mr. Jia waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, Lao Cheng, do you still have five copper soul coins for Zhuxian in your store?"

Lao Cheng nodded and said: "Of course it's still five copper soul coins. I, Lao Cheng, always mark the price clearly and will never increase the price casually!"

Mr. Jia waved his hand and said impatiently: "Then wrap up all the Zhuxian novels in your store for me."

"Master, I bought them all!"

Lao Cheng was dumbfounded. He stared at Mr. Jia blankly and didn't react for a long time.

Mr. Jia patted Lao Cheng on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Old Cheng, from now on, I will own all the Zhu Xian stories in your store. You can only sell these books to me."

"You should know that my brother-in-law is the soul master of the Notting City Guards."

"If you secretly sell it to others, don't blame me for hurting our harmony."

Lao Cheng's face suddenly turned livid, and Master Jia's threatening gaze only aroused the honest man's anger.

He shouted loudly: "Get out of here, you are not welcome in my store. There is not a single book today."

Mr. Jia did not expect that Lao Cheng, who had always been dull and upright, would become so angry.

He was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

His face turned red, and he pointed at Lao Cheng and said, "You, a lowly commoner, dare to be so shameless. Just wait for me."

After that, he threw off his sleeves and angrily left the bookstore.