Zhuiwen's sword repair can't afford to hurt

I haven't seen the novel updated for a month, so Ji Wutong still asked: "Which bookseller did you get that book from? I've asked all the nearby bookstores, but none of them have heard of this novel."

Shen Wenhe said: "Have you searched everywhere?"

Ji Wutong acquiesced, and continued: "There is not even the largest bookstore in this state."

Shen Wenhe thought to himself, how could there be, it is exclusively released here.

Shen Wenhe said: "Well, I admit that I have a separate relationship with the author, but I can't guarantee when the next book will be published."

Ji Wutong's eyes brightened: "If it comes out, can you keep a copy for me?"

Shen Wenhe said: "Okay, okay, but you have to tell me one thing."

"what's up?"

"Where did the bully in this street go?"

Shen Wenhe had a vague guess in his mind.

"He? The Zongmen assigned him a job. It's far away from here. He can make money. The elders let him go."

This is different from what Shen Wenhe guessed in his heart. He thought Ji Wutong killed him, but he didn't expect that he picked up a fat job and went to live a better life.

Shen Wenhe felt a little uncomfortable. After all, the scourge had a better life than himself, and it always had to be unbalanced.

Fortunately, he thought that Ji Wutong was a person with a strong sense of justice, and would help eliminate violence and bring peace to the people.

"Did you suggest it?"

Ji Wutong acquiesced.

Shen Wenhe guessed casually, but unexpectedly got it right.

what is this?For the sake of the tranquility of this street to benefit the evil, Shen Wenhe decided not to worry about it, after all, his own side can be counted as a benefit.

Shen Wenhe said: "It is said that Ji Wutong, the eldest disciple of the world's number one sword sect, is decisive in killing and attacking. I thought you sword cultivators were the kind who would fight without saying a word."

"I...have thought about it."

"and then?"

"It's too obvious."

"What's so obvious?"

"It doesn't matter if I have an enmity with the elder, the main thing is that you will definitely be implicated."

Ji Wutong said: "So...not yet, we need to wait."

Shen Wenhe narrowed his eyes.

The person in front of him was never a big dog, it was a lion.

Shen Wenhe still tried his best to write the follow-up before Ji Wutong came to ask next time.When handing the book to Ji Wutong, Ji Wutong raised the corner of his mouth rarely.Shen Wenhe pretended not to care, but seeing him like this out of the corner of his eye made him feel beautiful.

However, the price for Shen Wenhe's rush to work was that he hadn't finished copying the twenty manuscripts ordered by his client.

These days, immortal cultivators can use jade slips to record, but the majority of ordinary people and low-cultivation cultivators still rely on hand-written copies.

Shen Wenhe watched Ji Wutong leave, and Ji Wutong's footsteps were a little happier than before.

Then Shen Wenhe sighed himself.

These twenty manuscripts... may not be completed in the next two days of burning night battles.

After Ji Wutong went back, he closed the door, impatiently turned back, and at the same time was afraid of turning too fast to finish the book.

After reading it, he had to wait for a long time for a follow-up.

Still finished it though.

Ji Wutong felt lost in bed, but he had no choice but to meditate to eliminate this feeling of emptiness.

The next day, Ji Wutong went to the bookstore again, and he needed to find some more books for the evening.

Except for the one whose author is unknown, Ji Wutong only gives himself half an hour to read novels every night.

Ji Wutong noticed that Shen Wenhe was yawning and copying books on the cash register, his eyes were red and he didn't sleep well.Ji Wutong wondered why Shen Wenhe went last night.

He thought to himself that Shen Wenhe was about the same age as himself, at this age he should get married in the mortal world, so Shen Wenhe might have gone on a tryst with a girl.Thinking of this, Ji Wutong felt that a needle had been pricked in his heart.

After buying the book and going home, when it was time to read novels at night, Ji Wutong's mind was full of whether Shen Wenhe had a relationship.

By the time he reacted, he was already at the gate of the sect.

The guard disciple asked him: "Brother, are you going down the mountain so late?"

Ji Wutong let out a "hmm", and then went to the bookstore at the foot of the mountain.

He felt as if he was going to judge himself, knowing that there might be a needle waiting for him there, but he still wanted to go to it.

Getting closer.

This usually bustling little street seems to have fallen asleep, only the faint candlelight from the windows.

Shen Wenhe's bookstore was still lit.

Ji Wutong found that Shen Wenhe was still copying books at the cash register during the day.

Ji Wutong walked in.

Shen Wenhe raised his eyelids, and said vaguely: "I forgot to close the door...it's closed now...Ji Wutong...you need to get some books quickly."

Ji Wutong said: "Are you copying books?"

"This is no nonsense."

"Why don't you write on the table?"

"Won't fall asleep standing up..."

"How many more books do you have to write?"

"Sleepy... There are still seven books."

Ji Wutong wanted to say you go to sleep and I will write, but Ji Wutong reckoned that his writing speed was about the same as that of Shen Wenhe, and it was impossible for him to write seven books in one night.

Ji Wutong took the white book and pen, and said, "I'll copy it for you."

Shen Wenhe's reaction was quite slow, and before he stopped, he saw that Ji Wutong had dropped a few words.

Neat block letters.

Shen Wenhe's handwriting is soft, while Ji Wutong's handwriting is very sharp, probably because Ji Wutong is a swordsman.

Shen Wenhe subconsciously judged that this was a good helper, not a disservice, so he let him go.

The two buried their heads in copying without a word. The cashier counter was not wide, and their heads were very close to each other.

Shen Wenhe finished copying a copy, and looked at Ji Wutong during the book change. Ji Wutong's eyes were lowered, and he concentrated on writing. The candlelight cast shadows on his sharp facial features, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face.

It turned out to be very beautiful.Shen Wenhe thought in a daze.

Until the day came, the cock crowed.

In the last book, Ji Wutong sent Shen Wenhe to sleep.

Ji Wutong continued to stay in Shen Wenhe's bookstore, waiting for the customer to come, and also helped Shen Wenhe look over the store.

Ji Wutong found a manuscript in the cabinet at the cash register, with traces of various revisions smeared on it.

It is his favorite novel recently, and the handwriting is undoubtedly Shen Wenhe's.

Ji Wutong raised the corner of his mouth.