You turned out to be such a senior [Transmigration Book]

The distance between the book shop and the tea house is only one street, and it is only a dozen steps away.If it wasn't for the sound-proof barrier on the side of Fusheng Building, I'm afraid that the storyteller's vivid voice could be heard in the book shop.

When Chu Yan and Xie Yunming walked into the book shop, the boy in the book shop respectfully handed over a small spirit breath stone.

This spirit breath stone can also record information, and if you put your hand in it, you can perceive the inventory and location of all the storybooks, books, picture albums, etc. that are on sale in this bookstore.Kind of like electronic retrieval in modern use.

The environment inside the book shop was very quiet, everyone kept reading in a tacit understanding, and no one made any noise.

"If the two guest officers have books that you want to buy, you can just come to the counter to check out when the time comes. If there is a record in the spirit breath stone, you can buy them. If the two of you are telling stories, you can move to the back The private seat has its own book boy registration."

"What do you mean by telling a story?" Isn't the story telling in the teahouse across the street?Could it be that storytellers still work here?

Chu Yan didn't know why.

The little boy replied, "The storybooks in the world originally originated from gossip or personal experiences. Later, some writers compiled them into words. When the writers had no inspiration, this book was The shop will also collect some folk stories, and will provide rewards to the storytellers, and then sort out and publish books."

Chu Yan: "..."

It turns out that the one who tells the story is to provide the script inspiration and prototype.

Chu Yan was not interested in telling stories. He used his spiritual sense to check the Spiritual Breath Stone, and saw the book of stories that he hadn't read in the Jianzong Library Pavilion last time, and he became a little interested for a while.

【Junior Brother, I'll go find a few books first, and then I'll come to you later. ] It just so happened that Xie Yunming used his consciousness to transmit sound to him at this moment.

【Brother, what books are you looking for? Don't you need my help to find them together? 】Chu Yan asked curiously.

[Then go to the cultivation books first and help me find three books related to ice spirit roots. 】Xie Yunming replied.

【OK. ] After continuing to read the script, Chu Yan took a rest, and walked towards the area of ​​practice books following his senior brother's instructions.

In this bookstore, in the area of ​​books related to cultivation, there are very few people reading and not many people walking around. Compared with the area of ​​storybooks and picture albums next to it, it seems a bit deserted.

The first book shop on the top of the dignified east.

There are no monks who are obsessed with real serious books. Instead, they all go to read miscellaneous books such as story books and picture albums.

While cursing in the bottom of his heart, Chu Yan began to rummage in this quiet corner to see if there were any books his senior brother wanted.

Xie Yunming watched Chu Yan's figure disappear into the area of ​​practice books, and then walked towards the elegant room behind the book shop.

He had already covered himself with the barrier that isolated the breath, and then took out the ghost mask that his junior brother had chosen to wear, so he was not afraid of being recognized by others.

There are not many people telling stories here in the private room. A few book boys propped their chins with their hands, pinching their brushes in boredom, and wrote on the rice paper.The right is to practice calligraphy.

"A guest who tells a story has come in." The little boy guarding the door of the private room informed the inside.

"What, is there any story now that can compare to the newly released "Sword and Love Flower" yesterday?"

"That's right, it's probably another boring story about finding an opportunity to advance to the realm in the secret realm. This kind of story book has long been out of sales."

"Hey, don't complain, anyway, there aren't many people to tell stories, let's listen to it first. I'll tell you the gossip I just heard at noon later."

"What gossip? Could it be the one I heard?"

"It came from the hospital?"

"That's right! That's it!"

"..."

When the book boys were talking about their excitement, a monk with a hideous ghost face appeared at the door. He was dressed in white, but the aura around him was as cold as ice, as if he was a ghost seeking revenge. It's not scary.

The book boys all fell silent, looking up at the person tremblingly——

Could this be the person who told the story that the boy just said?

There is a decree prohibiting killing on the top of the East!Those who have personal grudges are not allowed to commit murder in the main city, or they will be expelled from all the main cities in the east.

A bolder book boy recited this passage in his heart quickly and silently a dozen times, and then he said bravely, "Excuse me, are you the guest who wants to tell the story?"

If not, East Peak also has clear regulations that it is forbidden to kill people in the main city to seek revenge.

Although the book boy didn't say the words behind him, they occupied his throat. Whenever the fierce-looking man in front of him made any rash moves, he would yell for help.

"No." The voice of the ghost-faced man in white was cold.

The previous book boy was already scared to death when he heard this, and it was another book boy who answered the white-clothed ghost-faced monk: "Then what are you doing here! This is the book shop—"

This is not a place for you to take revenge, and we scholars have a very good personality. If there is any misunderstanding, please don't use swords and swords. Everyone can see the truth with words, and just use words instead of martial arts to compete.

The ghost-faced man in white said lightly, "Let me correct the mistakes in your script."

"Ugh?!"

The gazes of a few book boys became astonished. They looked at each other for a while, and finally calmed down the tension in their hearts.

Since this guest has said so, he probably didn't come here to seek revenge. You might as well listen to his opinion...

One of the book boys said cautiously: "May I ask you, which script do you want to correct the mistakes in?"

"Sword chaos love flower."

After the ghost-faced monk in white uttered these four words, the schoolboys picked up their pens almost reflexively, their eyes swept away the previous fear, and replaced it with love.

"Say it, please say it."

The rice paper was flattened and spread squarely, and the ink dipped on the brush was of appropriate thickness.

The schoolboys sat upright, listening intently to the opinion of the white-clothed ghost-faced monk.

These bookboys are not the book writers of the book shop, they are at best apprentices, and they are only responsible for sorting out the clues of the stories for the gentlemen on weekdays.

Now someone just happened to bring clues to the best-selling storybook at the moment, and recording it could be considered a great achievement.

The monk with a ghost face in white sat down in front of the book boy's table and began to correct the unreasonable assumptions in the script.

"Junior brother doesn't like to eat sour food, even if he accidentally eats sour fruit, he won't act like a baby."

The book boy asked involuntarily, "Then how will he react?"

"He would frown and eat it bit by bit."

The book boy hurriedly took notes, and asked while taking notes, "Since it is a fruit that I don't like to eat, wouldn't it be better to spit it out? Why didn't the younger brother spit it out?"

"Because his brother picked it."

The book boys all said "Oh—" in unison, and the drawn-out coda had a somewhat unspeakable but understandable meaning.

"Junior brother likes sweets..."

The ghost-faced monk in white had a calm and elegant voice, and there was no trace of impatience or fatigue in his words, as if he was talking about something he was accustomed to.

The book boy's brush was brushing quickly, and the rice paper was written one after another. The densely packed fonts had to become wild cursive from the beginning to the end in order to catch up with the progress of the narration.

Although the book boys are very happy to have a correction clue - but there are too many clues! !

On the faces of the book boys, there was pain and joy walking together.

Over there, there is a section for books on cultivation in the book store.

Chu Yan carefully selected the cultivation books of Bing Linggen for his senior brother, but it seems that there is no practice "counseling book" that can guide the senior brother who is already in the out-of-body stage... At most, he will reach the Nascent Soul stage.

Moreover, this book was not specially written for monks of Bing Linggen.

"Hey, this book is a little hard to find. The records on the Spiritual Breath Stone are ambiguous. Why don't I ask the boy in front of the counter..."

Chu Yan talked to himself in a voice that he could only hear clearly.

After wandering around again, and finding that there was indeed no suitable book, Chu Yan took the spirit breath stone and asked the little boy of the book store who was guarding the counter.

"My guest, there are not many Bing Linggen monks, so don't talk about your experience. Only the major sects have books on exercises. If our book shop can have books that can be used during the out-of-body period, Then my shopkeeper can create his own sect, so there is no need to sell books for a living."

Chu Yan: "..."

What he said made sense, but he couldn't find the right words to refute for a while.

"But fellow daoist, you are looking for the cultivation books of the ice root monks. Could it be that you have been influenced by the new script?" the little boy from the book shop asked him.

"What new storybook..." Chu Yan felt a bad feeling in his heart, could it be him and...

"It's "Sword and Love Flower". The book was just released yesterday, and it was sold out that night. So the bookstore reprinted it all night and rushed to draft it all night. It is also in a state of being out of stock." Xiaotong explained, and found Chu Yan's expression Still very dazed, a little surprised that the person in front of him hadn't read the script yet, so the words were more detailed.

"The two protagonists in this storybook are both gifted with ice spirit roots, which has caused many people to come to understand the preferences of ice spirit root monks."

Chu Yan: "..."

This "Sword Chaos Love Flower" is indeed an unscrupulous storybook inspired by him and his senior brother! !

"Fellow Daoist, are you also here to learn about the preferences of the Ice Spirit Root cultivator?" the little boy from Shusi asked.

Chu Yan: "..."

He thought to himself, of course not, he came in to read the scriptures with a serious purpose and reason, and it has nothing to do with him to understand the preferences of monk Binglinggen——

But—but his senior brother is a certain Ice Spirit Root cultivator.

At the end of his thoughts, he was stopped abruptly by Chu Yan himself.

So, Chu Yan lowered his head slightly, and said a disappointing answer, "Yes, where are these books?"

The little boy in Shusi looked at Chu Yan with such an expression, and then replied with familiarity, "In the self-cultivation area for single monks, there is a clear map guide in the spirit breath stone, you just follow the map."