The temptation of the wizard

This attitude is already quite rude, changing to another master, it is estimated that she will have to be beaten.

Yuntai said indifferently: "Yes, you will see him in the future, and you can teach you anything, even if you fight to death."

"This is what you said, the teacher." Cao Lang glared at the attic fiercely, and went back to the bathhouse to continue taking a bath.

Yuntai went upstairs, brewed a pot of high mountain tea to taste, and said, "Baye."

Eighth Ye is unmoved.

Yuntai: "One, two..." Raising his hand to make a pinch, the eighth master had already appeared in front of him with a "shoo" before his words fell.

"I... that, I didn't actually see anything, really..." Ba Ye said in a frightened manner.

Yuntai put down his hand and sighed, "I found that my mother-in-law is really kind to you."

Linghu's face turned pale on the eighth day of Linghu, "What do you mean, do you want to... want to abuse me? I usually have housekeepers!"

Yuntai shook his head, "Prisoners from the government have to be assigned to open mountains and build roads. It's not enough for you prisoners to just watch the house. Then, you will be responsible for writing novels in the future, and at least you will have to earn enough for your own living expenses."

The Eighth Master was stunned, and cried out strangely: "What did you say? You let me write a novel by Linghu Mietian?"

Yuntai: "Hmm."

"Hmm, you shit! Don't write it!" The Eighth Master was very angry, turning his face away, and babbling.

I wish Yuntai looked at him for a while before saying: "I will write a sample essay for your reference." After that, he got up and went to the study.

"Hey, you still write novels?" Ba Ye made a grimace at the back of the cloud platform, extremely disdainful.

I wish Yuntai he grew up watching. This nasty brat almost only reads reference books and only writes experimental records, and the farthest place he has been to is Yumen County. Such professional direction and experience can writing a novel?

Dead monsters, thinking that they swelled after seeing a few big people!

The Eighth Master wanted to laugh at Zhu Yuntai, and walked into the study room. Sure enough, seeing him biting his pen and frowning deeply, he sneered.

But after a while, Yuntai really started to write.

"Pretend, continue to pretend..." Ba Ye hugged his arms and watched coldly. After looking at it for a long time, he did not see Yuntai holding his pen, but he was a bit curious about what he was writing. He was about to look at it. Yuntai just finished writing. One page, hang it on the upper right corner of the desk.

The Eighth Master turned around to take a look, and saw four characters on the first line—wives and concubines in groups.

This is obviously the problem, he immediately laughed loudly, "Oh yo yo yo, brat finally got the hang of it, this is not bad, ha ha ha..."

After smiling for a moment, he didn't see the Yuntai looking at him, which was a bit boring, so he continued to look down, and his expression gradually became strange.

"The fourth wife Songlian was 19 years old when she was carried into the Chen’s Garden. She was carried into the back door of the west side of the garden by four country bearers in the evening. The servants were washing the old woolen yarn by the well and saw the sedan chair quietly. Coming in from the moon gate, a schoolgirl in white and black dress came down. The servants thought it was the eldest lady who was studying in the academy and came home. They greeted him with a look of dust and exhaustion."

"That year Songlian had short, ear-length hair, bound by a sky-blue ribbon. Her face was round, without powder, but she looked a little pale. Songlian got out of the sedan chair and stood on the grass. Looking around blankly, there is a rattan box horizontally under the black dress. Songlian's figure is thin and slender in the autumn sun, exuding a dull air like a paper man. She raised her arm to wipe the sweat on her face, and the servants noticed She wiped her sweat with sleeves instead of a handkerchief, which left a deep impression on them."

Linghu finished watching the eighth day, Yuntai raised his head and asked, "How do you feel?"

Ba Ye sneered, "The picture feels good, but the language is too straightforward and verbose."

Yuntai disagrees, "The ancients tried to write articles simply because of the high cost and the ambition of monopolizing knowledge, but now the papermaking technology is developing well, the paper is getting cheaper, the pen and ink are not easy, and there are many literary warriors. Written expressions will gradually transition from striving for simplicity to striving for precision, such as martial arts secrets and various administrative reports."

Ba Ye's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "You always look at problems from a different angle."

Yuntai smiled and said, "This is my limit level. It is a promise to the princess. She likes to use it and I don't have to lose it." This limit level is still copied.

After Yuntai finished speaking, he continued to lower his head to write, thinking in his heart: "I will guide this great demon to be a literary fighter. It should be a little help for him."

This is a bold idea he was born in the palace.

Although the Neo-Confucianism in this world is not considered a monopoly school, it is also an official school. It has a great social impact. The strict ethics and education are so strict that they obliterate human nature. Some elders are particularly horrifying to women. Yuntai doesn't like it, and he can't change it. But it might be a good thing for Linghu to vent his anger on the eighth day of the month.

Yuntai has read several "Hua Ben Novels" in the palace, and found that the current novels are mostly realistic stories such as historical romances, legends of the rivers and lakes, talented men and beautiful ladies, and horror ghost stories. The text is difficult and dry, and it feels more to read. Boring, no shadow of critical literature was found.

To guide Linghu's eighth day as the originator of critical literature, he should not write fierce critical remarks blatantly at the beginning, which is not conducive to dissemination. You must start with relatively obscure satirical novels.

Mr. Su Tong's "Wife and Concubine" is a good choice.

Think about one day in the future, this black-clothed harlot is holding a book, standing upright, and shouting to people in awe-inspiring manner: "Improve women's own quality, enhance women's awareness of rights protection, and everyone will strive to be the red flag bearer!"

It seems quite funny...

However, maybe he can get rid of his "kinky" sex.

Chapter 37: I Know the Truth

Zhu Yuntai wrote a novel for a long time. When the sun sets, he leaned on the door yoke of the balcony and enjoyed the breeze. Watching Cao Lang yelling while being chased by the leg-hugging madman, he felt comfortable and happy.

Xiaoshan Tong was ordered to learn to write in the dojo, first of all to write its own name-Tong Xiaoshan.

Epidemic calf is probably still sleeping in the shrine. She is going to patrol the territory at night. She is a very competent land god.

Linghu's eighth day was also in the hell tower, not sure what he was thinking.

The setting sun shone diagonally on the balcony, and a homing partridge fell on the railing to rest for a while, then fluttered its wings and flew away.

The old trees are swaying, the bamboo forest is rustling, and the wind has the charm of early autumn.

Yuntai's slightly restless heart has completely calmed down these days.

There was a chill in the breeze. He sat up a little bit and saw a witch in the same white shirt and red dress standing downstairs.

That is a ghost, a beautiful female ghost.

Neither the giant panda nor Cao Lang noticed her presence, and they were still chasing after her.

After the female ghost gently lifted her hair to the root of her ears, she looked around with interest, finally looked at Zhu Yuntai and smiled: "You are Zhu Yuntai?"

Yuntai looked at her quietly and replied, "Yes."

The female ghost nodded, "My name is Shaqima. I was a witch from Jinfeng Village fifty years ago, probably Shaxi's aunt."

Yuntai: "Oh."

This Shaqima looks delicious.

Female ghost: "Shaxi asked me to avenge her."

"She's dead?"

"Dead, die too hard to die."

At this time, Cao Lang noticed Zhu Yuntai’s abnormality. He quickly opened his ghost eyes. When he saw Shaqima, his expression changed drastically. A strange number among witches and a king among ghosts are very rare."

Yuntai nodded, "I know."