Feng Qing's friend did not tell Feng Qing about this. After all, in her opinion, this was completely unimportant.

Just a few people with strange names, what does it have to do with her literary career? She still has to wait for people to urge her to submit her manuscripts. She

called out to an author she had recently caught on Penguin, "Madam, are you still there?"

"Yes, yes, yes." The other party replied, "Do you want the manuscript now?"

"Of course madam! Your manuscript is what I want most!" Feng Qing's friend said excitedly, "After all, there are not many people these days who can write this CP with your feeling!"

"Oh, it's not that exaggerated." The other party said a little embarrassedly.

"I just like this topic more, and I know my taste is more niche."

"No, there is no niche here, it is our honor that you chose us!" Feng Qing's friend said excitedly, "Madam, just send it to me! Don't worry!"

As soon as she was excited, she made an amazing promise to this lady.

"The front page of our next issue will definitely be your article!"

- On this side, while Feng Qing's friend was doing a booming business in modern times, Feng Qing herself was also running her own small business in ancient times.

"I think the famous and upright people in this world are very different from what I imagined." She complained in her heart while looking at the intelligence.

She used to be a salted fish every day and didn't care much about the things in the martial arts world, but since she could no longer be a salted fish, she was forced to start to have a deep understanding of the world's economy, culture, and human geography.

Modern people always look at things better than ancient people.

Although most of them are just talk on paper.

"But it's true, if the real world is full of hot-headed heroes like in novels, it would be a bit strange." Feng Qing said, "It should be this kind of everyone is evil!"

She instantly had a middle school second in her mind, and Feng Xiruo, who had been secretly watching her, was upset by her weird expression.

He was called over by the shopkeeper early in the morning, under the pretext of chatting about the more famous sects in the martial arts world, but he always felt like he was being evaluated annually.

Especially since the shopkeeper would often ask some very stupid questions, it made things even more difficult for Feng Xiruo.

He really had no idea what kind of answer the shopkeeper wanted, so he would often answer her questions like a striker.

"In fact, the famous and upright sects nowadays may have been stable in the martial arts world for too long, so in my opinion, they are actually a little... corrupt." Feng Xiruo considered his words.

Ever since he knew that the shopkeeper was most likely Qu Wanyuan, he was reluctant to use such things to provoke her. After all,

no matter who it is, seeing the martial arts world that they carefully protected in the past become like this, they would probably feel a little sad, right? No matter what kind of person she is.

While he was sighing with emotion, he suddenly heard the shopkeeper in front of him mutter in an inexplicable tone:

"...So that's how it is, so this is the plot."

"Ah?" Feng Xiruo looked at Feng Qing blankly.

Feng Qing didn't understand anything else.

But as someone who has watched anime for many years, she has a conditioned reflex to the word "decay".

Feng Qing thought, if you had said this earlier, wouldn't she understand it?

"The root that supports the vast tree finally rotted away?" She said with a sad face, "Danzo! Come out, I know you did it!"

...No one responded.

"...Ahem, please continue. I just thought of something strange." Feng Qing, who had just had a middle school syndrome attack, came back to his senses so as not to scare Sai Xingxing.

She pinched her nose and thought that the corruption she understood was almost the same as in the anime. After all, she was not well educated.

However, there must be some sneaky things in the sect, and there may be some corruption problems. The worst case may be that there is rampant infighting in the sect, or that all the disciples of the sect are just idling around.

Is there anything else besides this?

It's not serious to say it's serious, but it's also serious to say it's not serious. In that faraway place, there is a village called Konoha that has the same character.

But... the problem is that they are not dead, they are still alive and well.

But no matter how you look at it, this has nothing to do with Feng Qing herself. After all, this is not the problem she needs to focus on right now.

Could it be that too many sneaky people in a sect will cause that sect to suddenly collapse?

How is it possible? Nothing has happened for so many years. If something suddenly happened, it would be too unrealistic.

...

"The headmaster has been away recently, and we don't know when he will be back."

Several elders in the meeting hall of Hengshan Sect sighed.

——This is the first week that the Five Mountains Sects have discussed how to deal with the owner of the Wuming Inn.

It was the first time that several heads of sects came down the mountain together. It was also the first time in many years that the Five Mountains sects had such a big battle. Although the elders of the Five Mountains were a little afraid of the headmaster at first, now they felt that they had won.

With five heads of sects coming down the mountain together, what could be difficult for them?

An elder said, "If it weren't for the shopkeeper of the Wuming Inn, the master would not have to leave. That guy is simply the biggest scourge in the martial arts world."

"That's right." Another elder next to him sighed, "But fortunately, the disciples of this generation of our Hengshan Sect are very promising."

"If the ancestors are still alive, I'm afraid they will be very pleased."

"It's just that the master has not been on the mountain recently, and many disciples seem to be a little slack. This is not good. If the master comes back, I'm afraid he will blame us."

"Well, how about this? Senior Brother Chen has been in charge of the sect's internal discipline, right? Why don't we find some time to revise the sect's discipline and let the disciples learn it again?"

After hearing this suggestion, the elders looked at each other and suddenly thought in unison, "This is a good suggestion!"

What big sects fear most is that their disciples will cause trouble outside and tarnish the sect's image. Strict discipline can prevent this from happening.

Thinking of this, everyone clapped their hands in praise.

"I'm afraid that Senior Brother Chen will have to take more care to teach the young disciples in our sect, so that they won't go astray."

"Then Senior Brother Chen, why don't you find an opportunity to call all the disciples back and let everyone learn a good lesson?" someone suggested.

"This..." The elder surnamed Chen smiled humbly, "I can't take on such an important task. You all think too highly of me."

"And the most important thing is that the disciples in the sect are often not in the mountains. Everyone is often in various corners of the world to fight demons and defend the way. It's difficult to get together. Even if I want to say something, I'm afraid it's not appropriate."

"This is easy." At this time, someone next to him suddenly spoke up.

"You forgot that our sect has been publishing a newspaper. Brother Chen, just write the news in the newspaper and then publish it. Isn't that enough?"

- "Five Mountains Rivers and Lakes", a newspaper with extremely low readership at this time can only play a role at this time.

This is quite normal.

In this regard, it is the same in ancient and modern times, just like the pure self-indulgent magazines that some units sell on their own in modern times without even a version number.

There is basically no use except for bragging about the glory and great achievements of a certain leader, or writing some nonsense that the leader applauds and the office animals cry.

And flattery has always been a glorious tradition of mankind.

With the response from all the elders, Senior Brother Chen, who was in charge of discipline in Hengshan Sect, decided to rewrite the sect's discipline into a new catchy format, and then publish it in the sect's newspaper that everyone would buy.

Because the sales of Wuyue Jianghu were very poor, the number of disciples responsible for printing these things was also very small, and the disciples in this department were always slacking off.

So when they saw Elder Chen coming, they were all startled and quickly stood up to greet Elder Chen.

"Elder, you..." Before the disciples finished speaking, they saw Elder Chen stretched out a hand and interrupted everyone in an unfathomable way.

"This document will be published in the next issue of the newspaper. Every disciple must see the contents inside. This is the sect discipline that I have painstakingly cultivated."

"As long as you abide by the contents above, our sect will be able to get through this period of time when the master is away safely." Elder Chen said in a low but gentle voice.

"Elder Chen!" The disciples said to Elder Chen seriously, "Please rest assured, we will send it out seriously and will not let your efforts go to waste!"

After Elder Chen left, several disciples slowly put down their extremely determined expressions.

Then, they looked at each other.

"Hurry up and send this out, otherwise if the elders don't see it, I'm afraid we'll all be in trouble." A disciple said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, but now the printing of newspapers is not our responsibility. Where is the contact information of the bookstore before? Who of you still remembers it?" A disciple next to him asked.

——Because the Hengshan Sect is often lax in management, there are too many people who cheat and play tricks. The group of people who manage newspapers even entrusted the printing of newspapers to others, which not only saved them a sum of money, but also saved them a lot of effort.

After all, no one reads it.

"Let me look for it. Last time I brought a newspaper back to make steamed buns. I remember I scanned it and it seemed that the bookstore had printed its address on the newspaper. Where did they tell me to put it?" A man said as he searched.

He searched for a long time and finally found a newspaper soaked in oil from the corner.

Because it was soaked in oil, many of the contents on it could not be seen clearly.

The disciple unfolded the newspaper with a look of disgust, and without reading the specific content of the newspaper, he read out the address of the newspaper to the people around him.

...

"This title still looks a bit too bland, I need to change it." Feng Qing's friend uc did not change his nature. After receiving his wife's submission, he started to think about this title.

No, it doesn't attract people's attention and there is nothing explosive.

She thought about it, changed the title of the article that should be published on the front page, and added a few more words in small dots in the subtitle.

And these words are absolutely in line with the content of the article.

"□□, Master, Master, Younger... what else?" Feng Qing's friend muttered and thought.

"... Prohibition? Discipline?"