Wen's sect's scumbag junior brother is back

Xu Chaoqi's Lingshi was collected by Wen Zhaoxi and put into an exquisite empty purse.

The food was brought to the table by the senior brother, Xu Chaoqi was hungry all day and devoured it hungrily.Wen Zhaoxi seldom eats, he gently sandwiches vegetables for the other party, Xu Chao's raised cheeks never stop.

If Fu Xuandao was here, he would be able to see that one inedible red pepper in this dish is worth two top-grade spirit stones.

Xu Chaoqi prepared the handout for the second day at night, and Wen Zhaoxi saw that his junior was concentrating, so he waved his hand to make this pearl brighter.

He smiled and sat at the table pouring tea and ink for his younger brother. Seeing that Xu Chaoqi was tired, he also prepared some pastries that did not accumulate food.

Xu Chao got up late at night and fell asleep in his brother's arms.

In the early morning of the second day, his eyelids were tired, but he still dressed quickly. After eating, he rode Xiaoyu to the lecture hall in a hurry.

When the disciples of Zhendao heard that he was coming, many of them were so excited that they couldn't sleep all night.The lecture hall is crowded with people, and all the disciples are concentrated.

Xu Chaoqi cheered up and spoke excitedly for another day.

Before leaving, he heard that the sect was recruiting new disciples.This time, it is not like the small recruiting related households before the century-old competition, but the once-in-ten-year big trick!

Before leaving, Xu Chaoqi looked at the mountains and seas of Yingtianzong, thinking that he would also come and see when he recruited disciples.

After returning, the senior brother still cared for him, either adding water or grinding ink.

Xu Chao raised and lowered the nib of his pen on the paper and stopped and stopped. He wrote the handout for two hours two days ago, but today he only took an hour and a half to write.

On the third day, he woke up two quarters later than usual, but fortunately he just made it in time, so it was not a big problem.

It's just that the lecture notes were written less and less, and finally reduced to an hour, half an hour, or even just wrote the key points, and then put down the pen to peek at the script.

The manuscript submitted by Xu Chaoqi finally came to fruition. Contrary to his imagination, the book was returned.

He was numb, drooping his head and looking at the comments above.

[This book is quite vulgar, and the protagonist is too simple, not like a storybook, but like a documentary.In the current mainstream market, if the protagonist wants to have a big opportunity, his practice must be extraordinary.The bigger and more exaggerated the character's opportunity, the better!

Don't be discouraged, fellow daoist, I think fellow daoist has a very good literary talent, and with a little polishing, he can soar into the sky.

My next suggestion is that the next time you write a book, don’t write about the real things around you. Be imaginative and brag more.In addition, there is quite a market for love story books now. Friends of Daoist's writing is so good, it may be a way out to switch to love. ]

Xu Chaoqi put down the suggestion, sighed softly, with white paper in his eyes.

He has already used his imagination, this person is completely fabricated by him, so how can it be something around him?What's more, he also arranged countless opportunities, isn't this cool?

After thinking about it, he simply smashed the jar, picked up a pen and changed his identity and name, and then made everything around him careless.

If the documentary is not allowed, he will.

Based on himself, he wrote two books.

The first book is "The Path of Cultivation of the Young Master of the Zongmen", and the second book is a love book called "The Power and Power: Senior Brother and Junior Brother in Charge".

Because he was writing about himself, Xu Chaoqi didn't even have to think about the plot, he just covered it up, blurred some of his experiences, and sent the first drafts of the two books in just a few days.

After finishing all this, he started busy teaching again.

It has been half a month since Xu Chao started teaching, and his fighting spirit was high at the beginning, and then he gradually faded away.

He wrote lecture notes, and it was his first time teaching.Secondly, there is a regulation in the sect that all lecturers must have handouts of no less than [-] words before each lecture.

After writing for a few days, he discovered that Taoism has been engraved in his mind, and he can talk about it even without handouts.

When writing No. 15, Xu Chaoqi couldn't take it anymore. He lay down on the table exhausted and said listlessly: "Who made the rules? Why do you have to write so much?"

The senior brother rubbed his wrist for him, and said in a low voice, "It's senior brother."

Xu Chaoqi: ...

Later, he stopped writing at all, and instead he was pouring tea and grinding ink, and the senior brother sat at the table to help him write the handouts.

Brother's handwriting is very beautiful, his speech is orderly, and he is well-informed. His handouts are better than all the elders of the sect.

The senior brother wrote for two or three quarters, then hugged the senior brother and went to sleep.

In the early morning, morning fog came in through the window. Wen Zhaoxi had already made breakfast, and he walked into the room to wake up the confused junior.

When Xu Chao got up, his soul seemed to fly away, and now he couldn't get up on his own.

The brother smiled and stood on the ground supporting his body, like a "regular wife" in the world, helping the "officials" at home to dress and tie.

The "officials" are so sleepy that they can't open their eyes, even their faces are wiped by the "regular wives" and their hair is bound by the "regular wives".

After eating like a walking corpse, he slumped on Xiaoyu's back and continued to catch up on sleep, while Xiaoyu excitedly pulled him to catch up with those cranes.

Now Xiaoyu is also well-known in the mount world in the southern border, and many mounts have come to compete with him.

The crane clan has been in the south for many years, never would they have imagined that their dominance would be overtaken by a fish? ?

fish!A sea mile swimmer surpasses them flying in the sky!

For this reason, [-]% of the cranes in the Southern Territory have received the order from above. From now on, no matter which crane sees a white-bottomed fire pattern fish, it must do everything it can to get back the dignity of their crane clan!

So in the past half a month, the elders in the southern region discovered that their cranes had gone crazy!

In the past, they were immortal, their Taoist robes fluttered, and the cranes were also full of immortality.

As a result, it was like eating bad fairy grass that had been released for a hundred years, riding them all the way.When they reached the mountain, their hair was disheveled and their beards were tangled together, and the hairs of the cranes even exploded!

Xu Chaoqi didn't notice it, but felt that the wind was getting stronger day by day.

He taught classes for a few more days, and in the evening, he found out that there was news from the bookstore.

He hurriedly entered the map of rain, and when the shopkeeper saw that he was very excited, he quickly grabbed his sleeve for fear that he would disappear without a trace.

The shopkeeper's cheeks were flushed, and he said excitedly: "Friend Daoist! I just said that I like you, you are really extraordinary!"

"Ah?" Xu Chao was taken aback.

The shopkeeper couldn't restrain himself, holding his shoulder and shaking it.

"Fellow Daoist! You are going to be popular! Your words are not so good-looking! Whether it is me or the reviewers, they say that I have never seen you so good at bragging... er... I have never seen you so good at bragging." The world likes it! Although the book "The Path of Cultivation of the Young Master of the Zongmen" is absurd and exaggerated, it is completely impossible, but it is not impossible to look carefully, at least the feet are still on the ground. After careful investigation, I found that it is logical , Fellow Daoist is really a great talent!"

Xu Chaoqi: ...

The shopkeeper clapped his palms and turned around several times on the spot.

"Yes, there is also your book Master Brother Qiao Qiao, which is loved by many women and even men! It is simply too pampered and good at handling, I have never seen such a virtuous master! I can guarantee that once this book comes out, You will definitely be able to sweep the northern border, fellow daoist, you are on fire!"

Xu Chaoqi: ...

He swallowed his saliva, hesitated again and again, and finally discussed with the shopkeeper to print less books, and printed books again to see his mood.

The shopkeeper was puzzled at first, but suddenly realized after a while.

"I understand, we just have to keep them from eating. In this way, the more they value our book, the more famous we become..."

Xu Chaoqi nodded guiltyly, and left in a panic.

After returning to the Immortal Palace, the senior brother continued to help him write handouts, and Xu Chaoqi's mood gradually calmed down.

He taught the class for almost a month, and the strength of the disciples improved by leaps and bounds.The only regret is that Song Shuiqing's grandfather was seriously ill, and he had gone to the northern border with the master of the western realm as early as the end of the Hundred Years Competition.

The flowers of the fairy palace bloomed and became more and more vigorous.

At night, after the senior brother helped Xu Chaoqi finish writing the handout, he folded a dozen or so paper men and asked them to go to the back mountain and wave a hoe to plant some vegetables that Xu Chaoqi liked to eat.

Under the moonlit night, the paper man was busy, and the whole fairy palace was full of people.It is no longer as lonely and cold as it used to be. On the contrary, with more and more flowers and trees, every time it rises with the rising sun, it is full of vitality like the rising sun.

Today's weather is a bit cold, but the embrace of senior brother is getting warmer.

Xu leaned his head against his senior brother's chest, put his arms around his firm waist, and slept very soundly.

Wen Zhaoxi opened his eyes, he did not get up early today, but hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

There was warmth in his arms, and as the moon gradually set and the window gradually brightened, Wen Zhaoxi closed his eyes and enjoyed the last ray of warmth.

He lowered his head and pressed the corner of his lips against Xu Chao's ear, and said with a smile in his eyes: "My man, it's time to get up."

Xu Chaoqi showed pain and arched his head.

"Senior brother..." He "whimpered".