Just as the Brown Partridge said, being close to Zhichunzhou did make dual cultivation much more convenient, and he basically didn't run into anyone on the way there or back.

After returning from dual cultivation, he can sleep as long as he wants. He feeds the fish here, and no one comes to supervise him. Only someone will deliver fish food once every half a month.

Fang Chaozhou calculated the time and found that it had been more than half a month since he last submitted his manuscript, so he asked for leave and went down the mountain.

This time, he was treated very well in the bookstore, in stark contrast to the first time.

"Come, come, sit here." The boss pulled Fang Chaozhou to sit down and personally made a cup of spiritual tea for him. "Try the new tea I bought and see if it tastes good. If it tastes good, you can take some back to make some."

Fang Chaozhou was a little relieved by his boss's overly enthusiastic treatment, "Boss, has my manuscript been approved?"

"Passed!" The boss patted his thigh and said excitedly, "The person was very satisfied. He even said he would like you to write another one."

Fang Chaozhou couldn't help but hesitate when he heard this.

He already felt ashamed enough when he wrote that fan fiction last time, and now he’s doing this again?

The boss noticed Fang Chaozhou's hesitation and immediately said with a smile: "The boss said that this time the price will be increased, one spirit stone per character. As long as the writing is good, I will charge you as many characters as you write."

"He writes!"

The boss paused, and after searching around, he finally saw the sparrow's head sticking out of Fang Chaozhou's collar. He was surprised, "It turns out that this sparrow is a spiritual pet. This kind of spiritual pet is rare."

The brown pheasant ignored its boss. It was sleeping, but when it heard about the spirit stone, it came out, raised its head and said to Fang Chaozhou: "One spirit stone for one word, Fang Chao..."

Fang Chaozhou quickly cast a silence spell on the brown pheasant, and said to his boss, "I still want to try to write my own original work."

The boss gritted his teeth and said, "Two spirit stones for each word."

Fang Chaozhou's hand on the armrest trembled. He pursed his lips and put his inexperienced hand into his sleeve. He tried to make his tone sound calm, "I wonder what that person wants? Is it the same as last time?"

"There are a few differences this time. First, we need to add some erotic scenes. Although you wrote well last time, you didn't write about those parts. You just glossed over them. What he meant was that he hoped you could write some erotic scenes. The more detailed the better. The more the better. Second, the baby must be born this time. It can't die in the womb. Third, the focus should be on the inseparable relationship between Fang Chaozhou and Li Zhu."

The boss paused here, pulled out a piece of paper from his sleeve, looked at it carefully for a while, and then added.

"Fourth, we need to add a character."

"who?"

The boss handed the paper to Fang Chaozhou and lowered his voice, "The new abbess of Fengyue Temple, Song Lianyi, wants you to write down all the ugliness of Song Lianyi as detailed as possible."

Fang Chaozhou took the paper, a little confused, "But I don't know what kind of person Song Lianyi is."

The boss blinked and said, "That's easy. Just write him like the villain in the storybook. Remember to make him look ugly."

Fang Chaozhou hesitated, "How ugly does it have to be?"

"As ugly as it can be." The boss replied, "Uglier than you."

Fang Chaozhou: "...Okay."

Fang Chaozhou got another order and started writing articles late into the night again, but the erotic scenes in it were a bit tricky.

Watching erotic scenes and writing erotic scenes are completely different. When reading, Fang Chaozhou's attention was focused on the atmosphere of harmony and mutual development between the two protagonists, and when writing, Fang Chaozhou couldn't help but wonder whether this posture was reasonable.

Because of this, Fang Chaozhou couldn't help but pay more attention when practicing dual cultivation. He even secretly took out a pen and paper to write something down while bathing.

After Fang Chaozhou inadvertently revealed that he felt Zhichunzhou was dilapidated and there was not even a place to take a hot water bath, and he had to fetch water to bathe, Xue Danrong created a hot spring. No one knew how he did it, but with that hot spring, Fang Chaozhou felt much more comfortable.

"What are you writing?"

Fang Chaozhou was startled by the sound coming from the side. He immediately wanted to put the paper in his hand away, but it was too late. A slender, snow-white hand reached out and snatched the paper from his hand.

Fang Chaozhou quickly turned around and saw Xue Danrong looking at his paper. He wanted to snatch it away, but he felt that this was too cowardly and it would also make him look like he was trying to hide something.

“Just writing something out of boredom.”

Xue Danrong was soaking in the hot spring like Fang Chaozhou. His long hair was scattered, and his snow-white face was pink because of the hot spring's heat. After staring at the paper for a while, he raised his eyes, and the emotion in his phoenix eyes was unclear, "Who is this about?"

"I told you, I just wrote this because I was bored, and I didn't mention anyone in particular." Fang Chaozhou was glad that he didn't write a name, but used simple symbols to replace "Fang Chaozhou" and "Li Zhu". "Have you finished reading it? Return it to me if you're done."

Fang Chaozhou reached out to take the paper back, but Xue Danrong not only did not return it, he also grabbed his hand and pulled him over.

"Some of what you wrote is wrong." Xue Danrong moved his hand to his waist.

Fang Chaozhou sensed the danger and couldn't help but reach out and hold the other person's shoulder, looking a little nervous, "Really? Then I'll change it later."

Xue Danrong twitched the corners of his lips slightly, as if smiling, "Change it now."

After some hands-on corrections, Fang Chaozhou completely understood where he was wrong. Xue Danrong held his hand and corrected all the mistakes bit by bit with a pen.

It was also because of this profound correction that Fang Chaozhou made deviations when writing his manuscript. He himself didn't notice the deviation, it was the brown pheasant that discovered it.

"Don't you think the 'Li Zhu' you wrote looks like a person?" the brown pheasant said earnestly.

Fang Chaozhou looked at the clip it was pointing at, confused, "Who does it look like?"

The brown pheasant used its wings to draw two heavy strokes on that line. "Phoenix eyes and snow-white clothes. You almost wrote that he has a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows."

Fang Chaozhou: “…”

He carefully read through what he had written. Fortunately, only during the erotic scenes did "Li Zhu" have a pair of phoenix eyes and love to wear snow-white clothes.

"If you want to change this, do you need to change a lot?" The Brown Partridge asked when he saw Fang Chaozhou's heavy face.

Fang Chaozhou nodded, then shook his head, "I'm really conflicted right now. If I change the looks of the erotic scenes, I'll have to change a lot, but if I change the non-erotic scenes, it's easy, as there are only two places in the front that describe the looks."

After hearing this, the brown pheasant gave a direct answer, "Then you should change the front."

Fang Chaozhou nodded in agreement, "Then let's change them all into Phoenix Eyes Snow Robes, it will save trouble."

Strangely enough, after changing the description of "Li Zhu's" appearance, Fang Chaozhou found that he was no longer stuck in the writing, especially the erotic scenes, which he could almost copy as long as he made slight changes in the details.

So he spent twenty days without going anywhere and finished the manuscript in one go.

After finishing writing, Fang Chaozhou finally remembered Xue Danrong whom he had forgotten in Zhichunzhou. He immediately checked his sea of ​​consciousness. Almost as soon as he entered, the baby in his sea of ​​consciousness started crying.

Therefore, Fang Chaozhou had no choice but to bite the bullet and attack Zhichunzhou at night, because he had been writing manuscripts for twenty days in a row and was now both excited and exhausted.

He sat down beside Xue Danrong's bed, glanced at him, and quickly said, "We will practice dual cultivation today."

After saying this, his eyes shifted elsewhere.

Unlike Fang Chaozhou's wandering eyes, Xue Danrong's eyes were fixed on Fang Chaozhou. "Okay."

Seeing that the other party agreed, Fang Chaozhou paused before moving forward. When he saw those beautifully shaped lips, he pursed his lips before actively touching them, just lightly. After the touch, he kissed down, first the chin, then the Adam's apple...

…

"Wait!" Fang Chaozhou grabbed Xue Danrong who was about to lie down. He first looked into Xue Danrong's eyes, but before long, he shifted his gaze to his hands, "No need for the fish-catching-scales style today."

Xue Danrong slowly sat up straight, and stared at Fang Chaozhou with his dark eyes, "Why?"

"I think it's not fair that I always go on top first. Today I'll let you go first." Fang Chaozhou said in a nonchalant manner.

Anyway, he would never admit that he didn't use the fish scales because the posture was too tiring. To be honest, he didn't know how he managed to hold on to the fish-scale-connecting pose twice during his first dual cultivation, although he didn't last the entire second time.

Anyway, he didn't want to use the fish-scale-attaching method today. He was so tired from writing the manuscript that he didn't have the energy.

If you think about it carefully, it is better not to have such a tiring initiative. It is better to lie down comfortably. Although the final outcome is almost the same, with sore waist, weak legs and broken bones, but at least he does not have to exert much effort in the process.

Fortunately, his illness requires water. If he wanted the water to be delivered, wouldn't he have to exert force throughout the process? It’s so tiring just thinking about it.

Lying down is convenient and comfortable.

Because he felt so comfortable, Fang Chaozhou couldn't help but take out a candied fruit from his storage ring and secretly put it into his mouth. But when he was chewing, he suddenly met Fang Xue Danrong's eyes.

Fang Chaozhou: “…”

He silently took out another one and handed it to Xue Danrong's lips.

Xue Danrong raised her eyes slightly and took the dried fruit into her mouth, but at the same time she touched Fang Chaozhou's fingertips. When Fang Chaozhou felt the wetness on his fingertips, the corners of his lips twitched. When Xue Danrong finally finished eating the preserved fruit, he quickly withdrew his hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully.

Xue Danrong: “…”

Then Fang Chaozhou found that he could no longer feel comfortable.

He hated fish grafting, and he hated being forced to graft even more.

Fang Chaozhou did not return until the early morning of the third day. As soon as he came back, he fell onto the bed, but as soon as he fell, he bounced up again with a "whoosh".

The brown pheasant was sleeping soundly, but was awakened by Fang Chaozhou's noise. It stared with dazed eyes, "What happened to you?"

Fang Chaozhou gritted his teeth, changed his position and sat on the soft bed.

After sitting down, he raised his hand to cover his chest, "It hurts, my whole body hurts." His eyes slowly turned to the brown pheasant that had just woken up, "I now feel less and less that this is revenge against Xue Danrong, I feel that this is revenge against myself."

Because of the way he wiped his hands, Xue Danrong almost swallowed him. If he hadn't forced a few tears afterwards, he might not have come back today.

Why is Xue Danrong so diligent? It was just a dual cultivation, but it almost cost him his life. Could it be that Xue Danrong was so afraid of the so-called poison?

"It must be revenge on him. You were using him to treat his illness. What could he get from you? And didn't you notice that your temper has been getting better recently? You haven't stolen things from others anymore." The brown pheasant smacked its lips and closed its eyes.

Strictly speaking, it's not robbery, it's stealing.

When he lived in a dormitory before, Fang Chaozhou stole people's things at night, but he always got up in the middle of the night to steal. The people in the same room were so soundly asleep that they had no idea their things were being stolen. Brown Partridge and others would return the stolen things to Fang Chaozhou after he fell asleep holding them.

It actually didn't want to return it, but when Fang Chaozhou was sober, he told it that it must return it, otherwise he would deduct its snacks.

Fang Chaozhou hummed, "That's true, but when will this day end?"

"If you don't sleep with him every few days like you do now, it would have been over long ago." The brown pheasant opened one eye. "If you want to make a quick decision, you can go back to Zhichunzhou today and sleep with him for nine or ten days in a row. If it doesn't work, sleep with him for another nine or ten days in a row. If it still doesn't work, sleep with him for ten days or a month. If you work so hard, you will succeed. Where there is a will, there is a way!"

Fang Chaozhou imagined what the brown pheasant would say, and his face turned pale. "No! Definitely not!" He said as he slowly lay down and wrapped himself in the quilt like a long worm. "I won't go to Zhichunzhou. I would rather be attacked, possessed, or die than go."