Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 775
The second floor was quiet, she was the only one roaming in the series of books, but the first floor had exploded.

"A new edition of Aotou Tongshu has been released! Hurry up if you want to buy it!"

The Veterinarian directed the assistants to move the still warm books onto the counter, and the monks who had been squatting inside and outside the study for a long time rushed forward immediately, crowding out the Vegetarian and the assistants.

"My God, I snatched it first, you bastard, get the hell out of here!"

"Obviously I did it first!"

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, you know who I am!"

"Silly, unless you are a disciple of the Holy Land or a relative of the emperor, otherwise anyone picked up here will be a successor or successor."

In just one or two breaths, the bookshelf was as clean as if it had been washed.

The Veterinarian counted the monks who did not get the Aotou Tongshu, and said with a smile, "Today's first batch price is two hundred high-grade spirit stones for a volume."

After such a long period of time, everyone has long been accustomed to the behavior of various book stalls and bookshelf raising prices. Even if they wait a few days to buy pirated copies, they still have to pay [-] or [-] spirit stones.

Most of the monks obediently paid for the Lingshi, only a few complained that it was too expensive.

Gui can't help it, the monks who didn't grab the brochure are all waiting like wolves!
"Boss, when will the second batch be released!"

"That's right, hurry up, if you don't release it, we'll let other people read it."

"Don't worry, we also snatched it from Yilan Tower. They haven't produced the next batch of booklets yet, so we have nothing to do."

"Can you remind me? I'm too lazy. Each volume is issued with [-] copies. Who can snatch it? Boss, you are not working hard this time. You only shipped [-] copies."

"That's right, and it's still so late. It was posted as usual, but today we were made to wait until it was dark."

"The release is late, is it because of the battle outside the city this morning?"

"It's also possible."

"Look at how fast those who took the brochures ran, borrow it to see what's going on!"

The master of the studio listened to their complaints with a smile, occasionally responded with a word or two, and waited for a voice transmission in his ear, and said to the monks who were still staying in the study, "The second batch will come out of Yilan Tower soon. Please wait outside the store first!"

The book making department of Yilan Building was so busy that it finally put the last volume in the box, and in the next breath, it was picked up by a man in blue.

"Mr. Lan, what's the problem?"

"It's nothing." The man in the green shirt turned to the last chapter of the book, and pulled out the white jade pen that was inserted into the topknot as a hairpin, with a tangled expression.

The steward next to him was even more troubled, "The brochure has already been issued, so we can't change it anymore, Mr. Lan, and this manuscript was not written by you."

Originally they wanted to use the manuscript he had compiled, but he tore up the manuscript suddenly, and then hurriedly selected one from the submissions.

"God, I knew it, I knew it!" The man in the green shirt didn't listen to him at all, and changed his expression on his own, and put the white jade pen on the back of his head bitterly, and walked away talking.

"Hey, here." The steward pushed the book frame out wordlessly, "The second batch is released!"

Yilanlou usually keeps [-] volumes for sale, and sells the other [-] volumes to Zhujia Study's stalls. After all, they often rely on those book circles to collect materials, expand their influence, and properly share profits in order to maintain long-term cooperation.

The book sale site of Yilan Tower is even more spectacular. More than [-] monks crowded the nearby streets, roofs, and sky, staring at the door of Yilan Tower, waiting for it to open!
When the steward yelled, they swarmed into the store, grabbed the books and ran away. It was true that those who entered were fighters and those who came out were deserters.

Among them was a nine-foot-old man who stretched out his long arms and pushed everyone aside like chickens. He took out a book and came out. Many monks were envious and jealous, but they didn't dare to do anything. people.

"Look at those battles again." A man hung back the golden bow in his hand, took the Aotou Tongshu and flipped it over, "I heard that recently, many masters have come, but it's a pity that we only stay in the corner gone."

"Haha, do you dare to say it in front of the big hexagram master?" The nine-foot savage is exactly Shuo Prison, he squeezed his way to the left and looked closely at the title page, "It's strange, why is there a vacancy for the leader of the seven days?"

"Look at the footnotes below, Jiang Chimu from the Shensha Realm and Chi Yuan from the Yunze Realm are the leaders, but it's a pity that the tie failed to determine the winner."

"Look at the competition between these two first."

Zuo Zhuzhi followed the table of contents and turned to the last chapter.

The content of Aotou Tongshu is full of pictures, text and sound. The pictures are not ordinary pictures, but moving pictures.

As soon as I turned to the last chapter, a piece of bare land appeared on the paper, and two villains who looked like Jiang Chimu and Chi Yuan jumped out of the paper and stood facing each other.

The voice sounded, "But it said that Peiran won the championship last year, and many masters wanted to compete with him. Shen Shajiang Chimu and Yunze Chiyuan invited him to fight at the same time. He said lightly, 'You two fight, who will win? Then compare with me', this remark opened up the battle between the two."

Both Shuo Prison and Zuo Zhuzhi couldn't stand the slow explanation, they scanned the words on the paper at a glance, turned page after page, and saw the end in a short while.

"At the critical moment, one water and one fire seemed to be held in place by the hand of the gods. When I looked closely, it turned out that it was the real king of Daotaihui who made the move."

"Look at the drawing of this villain, it looks like our patriarch."

"It looks a bit similar from a distance, but from a closer look, hey, it's much uglier than the patriarch." Shuo prison shook his head, "Let's go, go back to Daotaiguan, we haven't been back for several months."

"Isn't that right, I followed Taoist Hua for quite a while, but it's strange to say that it's normal for the small worlds to be closed, but most of the middle worlds in Laohuang are also closed. let."

"Occasionally there are a few open middle realms. Once you enter, you are in the tribal era. Everyone is busy with survival and training. Fighting against fierce beasts, the belief is still so crazy."

Zuo Zhuzhi didn't know how to express himself, so he sighed, "There are differences in all walks of life."

Shuo Prison touched his nose. He was born in a state of high force and low civilization. He thought that he had always yearned for the life of childhood and youth, and always wanted to return to tribal life. In the world, they only felt uncomfortable, and even despised their barbaric backwardness.Ugh.

The two returned to the Daotai Pavilion and entered the Jinyu Memorial Archway. The red dragon hung down its beard, "Someone left a message, Lin Yao has reached Laohuang."

Shuo Prison and Zuo Zhuzhi looked at each other, full of surprises, and walked quickly into the Daotai Pavilion.

Hua Jianci didn't wander around, so he came back one step ahead of them.

The two came to her residence and asked, "The patriarch has come to Laohuang, fellow Taoist, have you seen it?"

"I've only been back for a while. Besides, she only left a message, but no address. Who knows where she is now." Hua Jianci said slowly.

"Maybe it's in the museum, I'll go ask." Zuo Zhuzhi strode away.

Shuo Prison was about to follow, when Hua Jianci stopped him.

"What are the plans, friend Daoist?"

　The first few chapters caught the worm
　　
　
(End of this chapter)