Zhuiwen's sword repair can't afford to hurt

It was already afternoon when Shen Wenhe woke up.

When he arrived at the store, Ji Wutong sat in front of the cashier, and Jianxiu in white robe sat on the bench solemnly. Ji Wutong looked outside the door, and the westward sun helped him draw a layer of outline.

Shen Wenhe thought that in the future his wife of the bookstore owner would look for them in this way.

It's so eye-catching.

Seeing that he woke up, Ji Wutong was about to leave.

Shen Wenhe hurriedly said: "I haven't thanked you for helping me yet, I'll treat you to a meal..."

Ji Wutong just smiled: "I'm going back, I've been out for too long, there are still things to do in the sect."

Then Shen Wenhe couldn't stop him, so he said: "Then next time, next time, it's settled."

Ji Wutong nodded: "Okay."

Seeing Ji Wutong walking away, Shen Wenhe covered his beating little heart.

It's not an illusion, Ji Wutong suddenly became gentle to him.

Back at the Zongmen, no one came to look for Ji Wutong today, and the master didn't care where he went.

Ji Wutong breathed a sigh of relief.

His attire is all because of what Master said back then.

"As the chief disciple of the number one sword sect in the world, you should be the face of our sect. You must pay attention to your image outside."

In the eyes of the younger brothers and younger sisters, he is a reliable senior brother who is devoted to swordsmanship and has outstanding talents.

No one knew that he liked to read novels, except Shen Wenhe.

Just like no one knows that Shen Wenhe is writing a novel except himself.

After that, Ji Wutong occasionally helped Shen Wenhe copy books.

Shen Wenhe was also helpless, Ji Wutong's writing was much more popular than his.

Ji Wutong sometimes thinks that if he is not stuck in the bottleneck period and can only look for an opportunity to break through, he would have been punished by his master long ago for not doing his job properly.

For Shen Wenhe, he sees Ji Wutong's kindness to him.

After thinking about it, Shen Wenhe asked clearly, "You are not short of money, so what's the benefit of copying books for me?"

When asking this sentence, Shen Wenhe secretly clenched his fist nervously.

Ji Wutong replied: "In order to give you more time to write."

Shen Wenhe: "..."

Shen Wenhe: "How do you know?"

Ji Wutong: "The last time I helped you look at the store, there was a manuscript in the cashier..."

Shen Wenhe raised his hands in surrender in his heart: "Okay, okay, I understand."

Shen Wenhe, who was looking forward to another answer, never expected his authorship to be exposed.

Then the two chatted about the novel.

Ji Wutong: "How can a monk encounter a treasure of heaven and earth every six months on average. If this kind of thing happens once in a lifetime, he can cover his mouth and laugh."

"I hope he meets, can't you? He is the darling of the heavens, and the luck of the world rests on him."

Just as Shen Wenhe is an ordinary three-spiritual root, and because he is a family of immortal cultivators, he has achieved this foundation-building level, so the protagonist in the novel is also a three-spiritual root at the beginning.

After Shen Wenhe became an adult, he was not satisfied with his cultivation in the foundation building period, so he went out to look for treasures of heaven and earth, but he couldn't find them.

On the way, I met Moxiu, but fortunately, Xiuxian Da Neng who was passing by came to the rescue.

After that, Shen Wenhe only wanted to have a stable income, support himself, and not rely on his family.

So I became a small bookstore owner here.

He doesn't have adventures, but he hopes his characters will.

Ji Wutong continued: "But my master said that these external things are not as powerful as oneself, and monks should only rely on themselves..."

Shen Wenhe: "But don't you look very cheerful? Come and give me a pen, and you write."

Ji Wutong dodged Shen Wenhe's pen and said, "The author is very supportive."

Shen Wenhe smiled angrily.

"What do you think of the ending of this article?"

"Wenhe, you haven't written half of the last article..." Ji Wutong said this, but still read Shen Wenhe's new short story.

"This... the woman died in the end?"

"That's not it," Shen Wenhe said: "The general and her are just a romantic relationship. She is an actress, and the general didn't want to have a development with her."

"But there's no need to jump off a building..."

"What else can we do? Can we rely on the general to marry her?" Shen Wenhe continued: "If you continue to entangle, this woman will cause resentment instead, and her choice is not to take revenge on the general."

"...That's too stupid, maybe I will meet her lover..."

Shen Wenhe looked at Ji Wutong's unbearable look, and was overjoyed. She is stupid, and you are even more stupid than her.

Ji Wutong suddenly said seriously: "Wenhe, you should stop writing about the relationship between men and women. That's not suitable for you."

Shen Wenhe: "..."

Shen Wenhe: "But now books about love between men and women are selling well."

"Those are all for little girls to watch. The male lead that little girls like must be single-minded. You can't sell it."

"Go, go, go, go and fuck you."