Everyone in Honghuang knows that I am pregnant with the cub of Taiyi Donghuang

"Yaochi, what kind of contract did you say that Master Su Bei fiddled with, would Daozu agree to it?"

The one who spoke was a boy, about seven or eight years old, with two horns on his head, and wearing a bright red festive gown. He tilted his head and asked the girl next to him.

"I don't know either." Girls and boys are dressed in the same mold. The boy wears a gown and depicts a dragon, and the girl depicts a phoenix.

"Why don't we go and ask, maybe the uncle will tell him more about what we don't know." The boy was not satisfied with Yao Chi's answer, and jumped up and down like a monkey, explaining what it means to be like sitting on pins and needles.

"Haotian, don't move around and jump around, I'm going to be dizzy from you shaking my head." The boy didn't show any intention of stopping, and Yaochi couldn't help frowning his brows, and reprimanded him: " Let's not guess, when Master Su comes back, he will know everything."

The two of them are Taoist boys enlightened by the Taoist ancestor to serve. The Taoist ancestor didn't like to be a director, so he threw them to Su Bei, and he ordered them to be ordered. Now Zixiao Palace is closed, and there are no matters to entertain visitors. It was quite leisurely.

Haotian was a human for the first time, his excitement had not faded, and he was full of inexhaustible energy, Yaochi persuaded him a few words, but he couldn't persuade him, he simply couldn't see or worry, and sat on the edge of the table and chair to turn out a booklet .

The booklet records the miscellaneous items of Zixiao Palace. Now the big and small things in the palace are temporarily replaced by Uncle Su Bei, but the sage instructed them to come out so that they can be independent, not relying on others for everything.

Haotian had a bad nose at the Yaochi, and he came and squatted on the tree to practice and had no time to talk to himself. The two stone men, Xiaoyi and Xiaoer, were guarding him. He didn't dare to go there, and he didn't get any response , Haotian's enthusiasm disappeared for a while, and he stared at the gate of the palace in a daze.

When Su Bei came back from Hongjun's place, he saw three legs standing in the yard, and the three little dolls ignored each other and went about their own affairs.

"Uncle Su Bei, you are back!" Haotian kept staring at the door and waited, several times there was a turmoil, but this time it was true, before Su Bei could shout, he had already started broadcasting to the audience.Like a runaway little donkey, poking out its hooves and having fun, it stuck to it and asked curiously, "Uncle Master, did Dao Zutong agree with you to run such a company?"

"Well, it's almost there." Talking about this rare situation in Subei, he was in a good mood: "The sage has agreed, but it won't be done for a while."

In fact, it’s not a company, it’s a bit similar to an offline publishing house in later generations. It’s named after a tall and dignified company in order to fool the prehistoric creatures and make everyone feel reliable when submitting articles.

The content of the publication is not limited to literary works, and the prehistoric creatures can also show their unique skills or outstanding abilities, which are within the scope of the publishing house's recruitment.

To start a literary club, you must ask the author to compile, edit and review, edition release, sales consideration and many other factors. Undoubtedly, these are all inseparable from money-the prehistoric banknotes, the spiritual materials of heaven and earth, innate and acquired instruments are the hard resources .

It is not afraid of jokes to say that Su Bei is new here, and his pockets are shy. If he wants to start a publishing house, he has to find someone to raise money. As the only saint in the prehistoric period, Hongjun is undoubtedly the best candidate.

There is a strategy goal, in order to get the other party to agree, Su Bei took out the bottom of the box and stepped up to draw up a set of contracts, which included share sharing, future prospects, market demand and development prospects, and dozens of volumes of bamboo slips were listed.

In order to complete the financing, Su Bei has been planning for several months, and today's summary is almost sent to the saint.

Although Honghuang has a unified language, each race's cognition of the world comes from memory inheritance. Once the body dies and the dao disappears, the things in the head will disappear in the torrent of time before it can be announced to the world. More serious Hence the loss of change will be the entire racial system.

Only when a hundred flowers of all ethnic groups bloom together can Yangxuanmen flourish.

Besides, the publishing house mainly recruits literary works, which can be regarded as a way of entertainment in a recent view. Many disputes in the prehistoric period are caused by everyone's idleness.

If everyone is quiet and not contaminated by so many karma, the chances of surviving the calamity will be much greater.

When Su Bei approached Hongjun to mention it, he was familiar with the pros and cons, and Hongjun agreed without too much difficulty. The financing process was so easy that it made people heinously easy, and preparing such materials by himself would be useless for a while.

But the financing is successful, the rest is to find the original team for the publishing house, and to win over the diaspora authors. With the permission of the sage, he obtained a magic weapon, and when he threw it into the world, a tall and majestic building rose from the ground - on the lintel There is a plaque hanging on it, engraved with flying dragons and phoenixes, the words "Zixiaogong Publishing House".

Then Su Bei issued a call for papers to Hong Huang in the name of a sage, recruiting talented editors, because he had spent a lot of time in the circle in his previous life, but now he is very handy in drawing on the gourd.

In the early days, there was not enough manpower, so Su Bei called Haotian Yaochi and the others to help. Although the two of them were children, their wisdom was no less than that of adults in later generations. The efficiency can be seen after the training, but...

"Uncle Su Bei, have you recruited people? There are too many manuscripts, and I can't pass the review." Haotian lay on the red sandalwood table and chairs, and the manuscripts piled up in front of him. In the office, his voice was basically heard, not seen. others.

"Hurry up, several editors have been signed a few days ago, and after a few days of training, you will be able to start working, and then you won't have to work so hard," Su Bei buried in the pile of manuscripts and replied.

There were so many contributors that I didn't expect it. I thought that in the early stage of development, the economic chain was underdeveloped, and there were not many contributors. After all, it was a sage who was famous, and he was the top of the entire prehistoric world. Look at this driving ability.

Although the prehistoric creatures did not understand what the so-called publishing house founded by the sage was, they certainly did not dissuade them from submitting manuscripts. Who knew that if their manuscripts were favored by the sage, what the sage rewarded from his fingers would be Enough to benefit them endlessly.

Most of them have this in mind, so the quality of the manuscripts is all kinds of strange, and the narrative skills are not very proficient, so few of them can pass the manuscript after reviewing for several days

--The requirements for manuscript approval are actually not very difficult, but there must be a sales market, so the review is very strict, otherwise no one will pay for it when it is officially published in the future, and you must not vomit to death, which is a disappointment to the saints.

Thinking of the sales market, it is undoubtedly necessary to be able to meet the interests of the public. Of course, the public is most interested in cultivation bases in prehistoric times. After all, in places where power is barbaric, hard fists are the last word, so books on cultivation topics will undoubtedly be very popular.

But the subject matter also has high requirements on the author's cultivation level. If the author himself is no more than an immortal, who will buy it when Balabala writes a bunch of cultivation methods?Maybe follow the enlightenment, and it would be funny to go crazy after practicing, so this narrowed the author's scope very narrowly. Su Bei thought that at least he must be a quasi-sage, and he should be a quasi-sage with a good ruler.

After figuring this out, he stopped scrambling through the pile of manuscripts, pulled them apart and prepared to take a trip to Kunlun Mountain, and before leaving, he told him to come: "Come on, you will interrogate with Haotian and Yaochi, mother. go out"

Haotian Yaochi couldn't escape the manuscript review, let alone come to this son.

"Do you want to take me with you?" Everyone poked their heads out and asked, seeing the worry in his eyes, Su Bei almost wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in. After all, his own son has a higher level of cultivation than Lao Tzu, and if he is away from home, that is his mother traveling thousands of miles My son is worried, because I have come to the impression that according to his mother's cultivation, it is too easy to be crushed to death.

"No, no." How can you say that your mother is also a saint's disciple anyway. With this status alone, not many people dare to fight against her because she is afraid of Zixiao Palace's reputation.

The long and short cause and effect here can be understood by many words. He drove to Kunlun Mountain by himself on the cloud head, and there was a yin and yang fish jade pendant to guide Su Bei to find it without any effort.

Fifteen towers of Kunlun, Baiyujing in the sky.

Although poets of later generations did not have the chance to see Kunlun with their own eyes, such descriptions did not exaggerate the fact. The vines come to wrap around the vines, and the vines go around the vines. It is not uncommon to see millennium locust trees, Wanzai pine, mountain peaches, and dry hibiscus here, regardless of four seasons and four seasons.

Subei sent Shan Lingliang of Kunlun Mountain to Daotong who was guarding the mountain gate. Daotong hurriedly bowed and saluted, and then carried him to the main hall. When he entered the hall, Tongtian was playing a game with Yuanyuan. It took a few steps forward to realize the situation of the battle.

Heizi was in danger, surrounded by white pieces, struggling to move, Tongtian happened to be at the dead end again, he had no way to recover from the whole game of chess, and if Yuanyuan made one move, he would lose the whole game.

"Seventh Junior Brother, why don't you come to Kunlun if you have time? Sit down quickly." Tong Tian struggled to get up without waiting for Yuan Yuan to drop the chess, and the chess board trembled against his knees, and suddenly it was scattered all over the ground like a mountain torrent.

Tong Tian was full of annoyance: "Oh, I haven't seen my junior brother for a long time. I was too aggressive, which made me lose my sense of control for a while. The chess has been misplaced. This game will not count. After I finish chatting with the seventh junior brother, I will fight a game with the senior brother."

Su Bei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Tong Tian missed it when he was right, but he just saw that the success or failure of this game was decided, and he didn't want to lose, but he used himself as an excuse

"I'm not in a hurry, but it's not too late for Senior Brother to finish this game and reminisce about the past. It just so happens that I already know the layout of the chess game like the back of our hands. How about letting me decide to restore the chess game for the two Senior Brothers?"

Seeing that he was really going to pick up the chess pieces on the ground, Tongtian widened his eyes, couldn't help jumping up and grabbed him, saying: "The visitor is a guest, there is no reason for the guest to bend down to pick up things, you can play chess later." , it’s rare for the senior brother to come here, and the senior brother happens to be free to accompany you for a walk around my Kunlun Mountain, what do you think?”

"You really don't regret it?" Su Bei raised his eyebrows

Tong Tian waved his hands, he couldn't help but said: "The most important thing is to be with junior brother, no regrets, no regrets"

Yuanyuan remained silent, but he looked at Tongtian with contempt already in his eyes, but he didn't speak harshly, he just flicked his sleeves and put the chess pieces on the ground back into the chess basket, with a calm look, presumably Tongtian's move today is not a precedent.

Yuanyuan made a brief comment: "I don't know if my junior is coming to Kunlun this time, but what is the teacher's order?"

After they left Zixiao Palace, the teacher alone spread the story of Su Bei to the prehistoric world. Although he didn't know the teacher's intention, it was even more rare for Su Bei to be able to enter the eyes of a sage. He had a good impression of him. , he thought it was the will of the saints.

"Brother Yuan is too polite, I didn't mean to come here this time." When talking about business, Su Bei simply took out three bamboo slips and handed them to the two of them: "Brother took the liberty to come here this time, and I hope that Brother Sanqing will welcome you." Contributed by my publishing house"

Tong Tian was quite interested and said: "I really want to try one or two, but I don't know what kind of manuscript the junior brother wants?"

Su Beidao: "Anyone who dabbles in the journey of cultivation is fine, as well as talking about natural scenery, but it's not as popular as the manuscripts on practice."

Sanqing has practiced for a long time, so he should have the ability to be unique. He doesn't want to discuss it in detail in the manuscript, but he can always give some substantive suggestions and guide the way forward for those who follow the same path.

Not only that, the Dao of the world leads to the same goal by different routes, and most of the books written by the boss are to analyze the root cause, even monks of other paths can also gain insights.

In this way, it is somewhat similar to the fact that they open their doors to recruit disciples. The reason is similar, for the purpose of preaching, but now they are not saints, and their reputation is not loud enough.

After all, the master of the world is the trend of the times. The power of luck and belief in it is beyond words, and the primitive mind has always been light-hearted. At this moment, he also moved his mind: "You can try one or two."

"It's just that it's an urgent time for the elder brother to retreat and kill the three corpses, so he can't accept the manuscript." Tong Tian scratched his head and explained.

"It doesn't matter, there will be more submissions in the future, I can catch up with my brother." No wonder I didn't see Lao Tzu, beheading three corpses is a major event related to life, to become a quasi-sage, one must be beheaded, and I beheaded first It was an evil corpse, and now it is retreating again. I don't know if it was a good corpse or the real self.

No matter which one it is, after leaving the customs, the cultivation base must go further.

After Su Bei and Yuan Tongtian crossed the manuscript, they went to Buzhou Mountain to look for Nuwa, but they bumped into Fuxi by accident.

After the conversation, Nuwa was very interested and said: "Although I have nothing to talk about on the road, but the scenery of Buzhou Mountain is peculiar, and there are many dangerous and secret places that are not found in other places. We are adjacent to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but there are many stories to tell. Said, since the younger brother came here personally, I naturally want to give this face."

Seeing that his sister was keen on it, Fu Xi said, not to be disappointed, "Then I will try too."

Most of his inspirations are practical, such as the five elements and gossip, setting up formations to defend against enemies, playing nets, knotting ropes and keeping track of events, etc., which may be useless to great powers, but they are skills for surviving in remote places.

In this way, Su Bei had made an appointment with all the saints in Taoism. As for why he didn't invite Zhunti and pick him up, he thought about it or gave up. ignored.

Before saying goodbye, Nuwa suddenly said to Su Bei: "There is one more person, I hope the younger brother can also make an appointment for a manuscript."

Su Bei couldn't help asking, the one recommended by Nuwa must be good.

Nuwa said nothing, just pointed to the sky, and saw the sun star hanging on the prehistoric sky, the scorching sun scorching the earth, where the sky and the earth were clearly visible, Su Bei was stunned.

This is for him to find those two golden crows!