The next day.
The online forums on the wall are already a scene of fierce fighting, with blood flowing like a river.
[Shuiyunjian: Qingyunlou is indeed very good, but based on my more than ten years of writing experience, Qingyunlou's writing skills are far inferior to those of Mr. Liaozhai.]
They also like to feign profundity and whine without cause.
Utterly meaningless nonsense.
On the other side.
The blank wall next door.
Symposium on Vernacular Literature
[Qingyunlou's Number One Fan: Shuiyunjian, right? I've read your stories, they're so-so. Your writing ability is also so-so. No wonder you've been suppressed by Mr. Qingyun for so many years. You're just a writer with no talent at all.]
My advice to you is to honestly find a stall and, while you're still relatively young, look for fortune-telling work.
Two groups of people have already gathered and started exchanging words.
"I think it's very likely that Mr. Liaozhai will be blacklisted this time. Not only is the county school's instructor Xu making a move, but people from the prefectural school are also coming to take action."
"They are all Confucian scholars, and to be fair, Mr. Liaozhai's second work is alright, without so many erotic descriptions."
There's not much to say, except that the first work was indeed too unrestrained and wild.
This happens to hit the very spots that these teachers dislike; it's dangerous.
"I disagree. Human desires, birth, aging, sickness, death, eating and drinking are all normal things. Why do we have to look at them with a critical eye?"
It's just hypocritical nonsense, utterly meaningless.
[Rainforest Bookstore Staff: In three days, Rainforest Bookstore will release the latest storybook by Mr. Liaozhai. Please stay tuned!]
"Okay, now I think the symposium on vernacular literature actually did a good thing. At the very least, they forced out Mr. Liaozhai's new works by throwing mud at him."
"What a kind person."
[Storybook Seminar:]
Qingyunlou: As a fellow writer who makes a living by writing vernacular stories, I feel ashamed of writers who write about romance in this way.
Below are dozens of illegal scene descriptions from the A Chinese Ghost Story series.
There are dozens, even hundreds, of such places, described in great detail...
"Ha, I wasn't particularly interested in these kinds of stories before, but now that you've mentioned it and even marked it, I'm definitely going to give it a good critique!"
News of new books from Rainforest Bookstore.
The news quickly reached Instructor Xu's ears.
"It's just a death throes."
"I want to see what new type of story this guy is planning to write. If he keeps courting death, no one can save him. I'm telling you."
Instructor Xu smiled and said, "What if this guy doesn't dare to write in his usual style anymore? What if he uses serious language and doesn't even have a female lead?"
Qingyunlou laughed heartily.
He smiled and said, "Then I'll say that this person is overly cautious. When criticized, he dares not create anything and becomes hesitant, causing those who originally liked and supported him to be disappointed in him."
Instructor Xu smiled and said, "I like talents like you."
"Thank you for your praise, Master."
...
After Erzhuzi returned, he told Erzhuzi about how his father had been bullied.
Su Wenxuan, with his impressive presence, went directly to Chen Xian, who was creating art in the courtyard.
"Uncle, you just don't like asking for help, you don't like asking for favors, and you don't like bothering people."
Back then, during the food street incident, I had my dad take action. If Ma Jinping dared to bare his teeth, I'd have my dad find someone to grope him down there, and that guy would definitely be as docile as a stray dog.
There wouldn't be so much trouble later.
"Should I ask my dad to find some tutors to speak on your behalf?"
Chen Xian shook his head: "Although I don't like Qingyun Tower, this guy did remind me that the first work was too stimulating for the young people in the city, and it was indeed not suitable for widespread dissemination."
The key issue is that Erzhuzi and Dazhuzi really intend to take the imperial examinations in the future. The fact that their father wrote erotic books has been dug up is indeed not a pleasant thing to talk about.
Su Wenxuan almost laughed.
They even started imagining a scene.
Erzhuzi has a sharp tongue and criticizes his political enemies.
The man casually remarked, "Yes, your family has a strong tradition of writing pornography. Your father made his fortune writing erotic novels. He's certainly impressive."
It could make someone furious on the spot.
"So, it seems the uncle has a plan to deal with this person?"
"Um."
Nothing.
Su Wenxuan picked up a book and began to read and write.
Mr. Zhou has been very timely in getting students to focus on their studies lately.
It's rare to find an excuse to escape.
Chen Xian was still worried about the Gu family. What if Gu Er was escorted to the capital and caught the eye of a young lady from a prominent family?
A typical dark fantasy protagonist trope: his entire family is sacrificed, yet he possesses boundless magical power.
If she were to catch the eye of a young lady from a prominent family in the capital—the daughter of a prime minister or a scholar of high moral character—what if she were to rise to prominence?
He spent three years on the frontier, fighting on the battlefield, establishing meritorious service, and became the Grand General of the Frontier, commanding 100,000 troops in the imperial court.
Second only to the emperor, above all others.
Back in the small county of Lushang, a smirk appeared on his face; it was the Chen family who had perished.
What if they come to their senses and seek revenge on me?
No, we need to think of a solution.
There's no one I can rely on around me.
After thinking it over, I really did think of someone.
"Uncle, where are you going?"
"I haven't been home for a long time, I'm going back for a visit."
"Huh, this?"
Su Wenxuan: We're about to fight Qingyun Tower, and you're telling me you're going home to visit someone?
Wow, that's incredibly bold. Amazing.
...
I walked out onto the street.
Before I knew it, I was near the food street.
"Hey, what a pity, when will the Chen family's stall come back? I'm really craving it..."
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