Luzhou City is also a very special city.

In this world where sea trade does not exist, the seaside often means wilderness, which was originally the residence of fishermen. There is a Feilu Mountain about five or six hundred miles away from the coast. The mountain is not high and not large in size, but it looks like an island. Egrets often swirl here, with the sea fog swaying, and it looks faintly aura.

More than a thousand years ago, the founder of Wujiu Temple started his sect here and gradually grew stronger. Over the past thousand years, Feilu Mountain, which was not too big, has not seen many mountains left. There are pavilions and temples everywhere, surrounded by continuous lines. Looking around, there are stone pagodas and eaves, and Buddha light is shining everywhere.

The foot of the mountain also developed from a market to a village, and then into a city, built around the mountains. It continued to expand outward as the population increased, and gradually became a big city with millions of people. The center of the city is Feilu Mountain, and the houses of the market are scattered all the way around, scattered all the way eastward to the beach.

There is no wall in such a city. When Xue Mu stepped into the scope, the first feeling was like coming to the modern urban-rural fringe, which was very interesting. Of course, the most typical sign is Buddhist temples and pagodas everywhere. Every family worships Buddha statues, and the atmosphere of burning incense and chanting scriptures is extremely strong. Walking there is like a Buddha country.

Xiao Ye looked around and pursed his lips, "Dad, I don't like this kind of place."

Zhuo Qingqing and Luo Qianxue also nodded and agreed: "Pretending to behave, I feel like I'm cheating money even more than bullying Tianzong."

The witch's ideology is absolutely in conflict with such a place. Xue Mu can understand it and smiled and said, "Actually, I don't like this place either."

Mu Jianli glanced at him and said nothing.

Xue Muxu said: "This kind of city that is round after circle reminds me of the past when I got lost all night in a place called Undercity and fell to death countless times in the elevator. It is such a painful memory, and I can't bear to look back on it."

The girls were not angry and said, "Where is the Undercity?"

“What is an elevator?”

"I'm falling to death countless times, but now is the ghost talking to us?"

"If you are serious, you lose..." Xue Mu looked at a teahouse not far away and smiled, "I didn't have a good rest for a few days when I was rushing to the road. I went to have a bowl of tea to take a break, and then inquire about the situation in the city?"

Of course everyone had no objection and followed Xue Mu to the teahouse.

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard a message from the inside: "But he heard the Buddha's son shouting angrily: Evil cannot overcome righteousness, gods and Buddhas in the heavens bless me! Then auspicious clouds fell from the sky, and Bodhisattvas in the heavens chanted in unison: Good. The Buddha's son's practice soared, and he punched out with supreme divine power. The Buddha's light in the sky blew on the body of the demon, and the demon was destroyed with endless fear."

The tea guests applauded.

Xue Mu: “…”

All the girls, including Mu Jianli, were speechless. There were many people applauding this level of storytelling. For those who are used to listening to the Legend of the White-Haired Witch and Journey to the West, this is simply a child's silly speaking.

It was afternoon, and it was a remote "urban-rural fringe". There were not many people in the teahouse. The group randomly found a table in the corner to sit together, and a waiter came up attentively: "What tea do you want to order with you? We have..."

Before he finished speaking, Xue Mu interrupted: "Pick the best one and have some refreshments."

Seeing that everyone was of extraordinary temperament, the waiter quickly took the order and took a pot of tea in a short while and brought a few small plates on it. Seeing him pouring tea, Xue Mu asked, "How is the plague?"

"With the great monks in Wujiu Temple, there will be no trouble. I heard that there is help from the doctor fairy. Isn't this the blessing of the Bodhisattva? It will definitely turn bad luck into good luck."

Xue Mu laughed: "You are very confident in them."

"That's natural." Xiaoer smiled and said, "The monks in Wujiu Temple are all Buddhas descending to earth."

This brainwashing... Zhuo Qingqing and others rolled their eyes when they heard this, and even Mu Jianli shook their heads. Xue Mu was afraid that Ye would not hide his words and would cause trouble again, so he said before she pouted and said: "Then are all the people in the martial arts world who come to participate in the world's martial arts discussion?"

The waiter looked at him for a while and smiled, "What should be arrived is almost the same. There are only a few people in the past two days. Can't the guest officer come to participate in the competition too, right?"

Xue Mu opened the folding fan with a "swish" and said with a smile: "Can't I participate in the competition?"

The waiter shook his head and said, "I think it's better for the young master to write a book."

"Puchi..." The girls all laughed, Xue Mu's face was a little hot, and he deliberately said, "How do you talk about this here? The "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" by Sanhao Xue Sheng has finished?"

Before the waiter could answer, a tea guest next to him sneered: "I didn't say it at all! What are the things written by people like Xue Sheng who teaches despicable and steals vulgarity? What are the things written by him? What kind of witches? You don't have to think about it? It's just a witch who spreads his legs or something, which is dirty and visual!"

Xue Mu's face changed. He was not angry. He was afraid that the girls around him would kill people. He had clearly felt several murderous auras soaring into the sky, including a sharp sword aura. Xue Mu wiped the cold sweat and shook the girls to signal them to keep a low profile. He turned to ask the tea guest: "Do you think the story of the Buddhist son I just told is good?"

The tea chef was also dressed as a scholar and sneered: "That story is even more stinky. When a warrior practices, he should seek his own diligence and move forward bravely without fear of hardships. How can he always ask Gods and Buddhas to pray and ask for blessings?"

This is a bit reasonable, Xue Mu bowed: "Did you have read other wonderful articles on the stage? I wonder if you can recommend one or two?"

At this time, the waiter spoke: "In the past two months, there have been many stories about all kinds of stories, and the guest official said a lot of bravery."

It seems that Xiaochan is right. Southern literary style is indeed quite popular, and all kinds of novels have emerged. Xue Mu smiled and said, "My second brother is very well-educated. I heard that you were Buddhist in your previous tone. You obviously have different opinions from what that guy said. You are not angry?"

The waiter shook his head and said, "No greed, no anger, no ignorance, no anger, this is practice. How can I, Buddha, have no such demeanor?"

These words made Xue Mu and the girls look at each other, and they feel a little awesome. A mere waiter has such practice. Wujiu Temple is indeed a bit of a Taoist practice, but it is not only a fool to cheat money on incense and oil.

The tea chef next door threw a book over and sneered, "Look at it, you are also aware of the goods. Look at this book, isn't it much better than the dirty and dirty words of Sanhao Xue Sheng?"

Xue Mu was shocked by his show of style and thought to himself that he might have met some literary genius. He didn't dare to be proud of himself, and took the book humbly and took it and took a look: "The Legend of Dragon Aotian".

this……

Before Xue Mu could complain, Xiao Ye snatched the book unconvincedly: "Let me see!"

The booklet is very thin, and it seems that it is only a short and medium-sized story of 20,000 to 30,000 words. Xue Mu understood it after thinking about it briefly. The inspiration they received was based on their three short stories before. The inspiration they wrote was based on their previous revelations. The inspiration they wrote was not much longer, which was approximately equivalent to the development of the Tang legend in their own world.

Xue Mu also leaned over and watched Long Aotian while drinking tea with the girls. The article was not long and he finished reading it soon. Xiao Ye sneered and threw the book back: "What kind of bad book can you dare to compete with my dad... with the Sanhao Xue Sheng!"

A thin booklet with few pages was thrown by Xiao Ye, and it hit the table opposite like a thunderous thunder, smashing the table to pieces. The people in the hall were shocked and looked at it. The arrogant tea chef turned pale and didn't dare to quarrel. He picked up the booklet and ran away.

Xue Mu glared at Ye, and Ye stuck out his tongue: "I just can't stand them scolding my father."

Xue Mu smiled. This was a good behavior to him. Of course, he would not blame her without any knowledge. He felt a little warm. He reached out and pinched Xiaoye's face: "Ye Ye is the most obedient."

Xiao Ye giggled. It seemed that this was the first time Xue Mu saw her making trouble and praised her when he saw her making trouble. It can be seen that Xue Mu was not so generous on the surface, and he was angry when he was scolded!

In fact, Xiao Ye misunderstood that Xue Mu's generosity exceeded her imagination. He really didn't care about being scolded like this. Since ancient times, literati were neglected. What's the use of using force to beat people like this? Moreover, his mind is not at all about competing with others for the length of paper.

He has always been very clear that upgrading battles are not his strengths, and he has never forgotten his world strategy. The development and dissemination of entertainment is a strategic link, and the top priority is. He has never wanted to control the title of writing the world's number one book, which can drive the development of world entertainment and gradually form the cultural soil he needs. This is the key. The key is to drive the creation of novels that inspire others. He does not care that someone writes better than him, and even hopes that some real talents can emerge.
Chapter completed!