In the outside world, Yun Tianqing had been in seclusion for more than two months.
Uncle Meng also sent the copies of Yun Tianqing's follow-up novels and poems to the shopkeepers of the bookstore at the time of each update. Soon, it was time for another update.
"Zhangsun Chong, hurry up. Cheng San and the others have already gone to line up!”Fang Yizhi urged.
"I'm here, I'm here. It's all the teacher's fault for insisting on pulling me to check my homework.”Zhangsun Chong's face was also filled with resentment.
Then, the few of them hurriedly ran to the nearby bookstore.
In addition, at the entrance of the bookstore, the three brothers of the Cheng family were at the first place, waiting for the bookstore to open.
"Zhangsun Chong and Fang Yizhi, those idiots, are still waiting for the Headmaster to finish his lesson. Today, if they can buy the book without spending money, I, Cheng Chusi, will write the three words backwards!”
Cheng Chusi looked at the line behind him that stretched all the way to the end of Vermilion Bird Avenue and was full of confidence.
"After we buy the book, we'll go to Zhangsun Chong and read it in front of him!”
Cheng Chuliang thought of a good idea and suggested to the two brothers.
"We skipped class to buy books. If the Headmaster tells Dad, I'm afraid we'll be beaten up again.”
Cheng Chubi was a little depressed. He had wanted to come back later. At most, he could just spend money to buy it. After all, his family was the top family of the Tang Empire. They had this little money.
"What's there to be afraid of? Even if we buy it, Dad will have a share in it! After reading the books we bought, he still wants to beat us up. Father isn't that shameless. If he's really so shameless, let's go and reason with Mother!”
Cheng Chusi patted his younger brother on the shoulder, indicating that there was no need to worry.
In the restaurant opposite Chang 'an Bookstore, the Imperial College's Chancellor and Left and Right Ministers were looking down at the long line in the private room facing the street. The three Cheng brothers at the head of the line were especially eye-catching.
"Humph, you actually skipped class and went out during class. If you don't punish such behavior, it's not enough to correct the style of study!”
Sima Zhang looked coldly at the Cheng Brothers who were gloating. Unfortunately, the three Cheng Brothers had been caught red-handed by Sima Zhang.
"Hehe, I didn't expect Du Gou and the others, who told me that they weren't feeling well and needed to take leave, to recover so quickly. They have the time to queue up to buy books. Since he was so eager to learn, he should have the time to copy the Confucian classics a hundred times.”
Although Song Ru had a smile on his face, his words did not have the slightest intention of sparing this unworthy student who had deceived his teacher.
"Let me see. Li Yesi, Qin Huaiyu, oh, and Yuchi Baolin are here too. It seems that in the past, I didn't teach them according to their aptitude, which caused them to be so disgusted with learning. I might have to educate them properly.”
Fang Zhixing also noted down the students in the team. It was obvious that he planned to deal with them later.
In Taiji Palace, Li Shimin was reading memorials. A servant came forward and said respectfully,"Your Majesty, the new issue of 'Demon Seeking' and 'The Greatest Demon God in History' have been delivered.”
"Is there a new book?" Li Shi Min asked without raising his head.
"There's no new book for the time being. Why don't we go down and rush it?”the attendant suggested.
"There's no need for that. I'll leave a copy of 'Records of the Elegance of Time's Poems',' The Greatest Demon God in History 'and' Demon Seeking.' As for the rest, send them to the imperial concubines, princes, and princesses as usual.”
"Yes, Your Majesty."
It was clear that while the others were still waiting in line for the new issue, Li Shimin had already received it. After all, the Twelve Book Houses could ignore the others, and even the Cheng Brothers, who were descendants of noble families, did not need to be afraid as long as they were in the right.
However, facing Li Shimin, the emperor of the Great Tang, this was not something that the Twelve Bookstores could refuse. They did not even dare to accept money, but simply gave it away for free.
However, while everyone was lining up to buy the book, the shopkeepers of the Twelve Bookstores were gathered together. Other than discussing the sales volume of each other, how to coordinate and arrange the staff, they were also discussing the new novel.
"Have you guys seen the new episode of 'The First Demon God in History?”
"Of course I did. The most unfortunate and touching one is none other than Sword God. Why do you think Pavilion Master Yun wrote Sword God to death?”
"This wasn't written by Pavilion Master Yun. How can you blame it on Pavilion Master Yun?”
"Are you stupid? Have you seen these novelists for so long? I reckon that it was most likely written by Pavilion Master Yun. He was just using the title to cover the disaster.”
"Catastrophe? Why do you say that?"
"Let me ask you, how did you feel when you saw the Sword God being captured and even being tortured by the Light and Darkness for thousands of years?”
"Of course it's sad and unfair! If it wasn't for the fact that the author wasn't here, I would have taken a knife to force the author to save Sword God.”
"That's right. I reckon that the readers will feel indignant after reading this new issue. It's still fine if there are ten or a hundred of them, but don't forget that our daily sales are over ten million in the entire Great Tang. If so many people start to cause a ruckus, we won't be able to handle it either.”
" That's right. I reckon that Pavilion Master Yun is also in seclusion for this reason. If there's a commotion, we can just push the blame to Pavilion Master Yun. We also got a copy from Pavilion Master Yun, so there's nothing we can do.”
With a few words, the group of old foxes found a way to shift the blame. They immediately narrowed their eyes in joy.
..
At this moment, the doors of the Twelve Book Houses had already been opened. People like the three Cheng brothers who were at the front of the line had already bought books to read.
In the Cheng Manor, three long shouts suddenly sounded, and their voices were filled with resentment.
"Why, why did the Sword God have his divine body shattered, and his soul had to suffer the punishment of light and darkness for thousands of years!”
Cheng Chusi slammed his fist on the table in front of him, shattering it.
"We just need to give the Sword God a little more time. Just a little more time is enough for the Sword God to protect the Seven Swords and become a god. Why didn't he give the Sword God some more time?”
Cheng Chuliang's eyes were red. He saw that the Sword God had burned all his life for the sake of the Seven Swords, even if he was at the end of his rope and his blood was about to run out. He was burning all his life just to see him reach the highest point and support him to reach the highest point. That was the greatest pride of his life!
When he saw the Sword God use the last of his life to burn a sword, he cut open the last shackles for Lin Huang and paved a smooth path to the final creation.
Cheng Chu Bi, Cheng Chu Liang, and Cheng Chu Si were all crying.
How high were the towering mountains? An inch of green mountain was an inch of blood!
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