Chapter 15 The Most Filial Son in the World

Lin Du said she wanted to go to the library. While everyone was inside and blocked by the bookshelves, she walked to the shopkeeper's counter and asked, "Shopkeeper, do you want the script?"

The shopkeeper was wearing a long-sleeved suit with ink-and-wash patterns, leaning on a bamboo chair with a book in one hand, his eyes half-closed. Hearing this, he lazily replied, "Storybook? What storybook?"

Lin Du passed on his hard work.

The man on the bamboo chair raised his eyelids and read word by word, "After being raped by... a beauty picked up on the street?"

His eyes, which were still a little sleepy at first, suddenly widened, and he looked at the child in front of him, who was no more than a dozen years old, in disbelief, "You wrote this?"

Lin Du waved his hands and said pretentiously, "How is that possible? I am just running an errand for my master. As a disciple, I naturally have to fulfill my master's dream."

"Look, can this book be printed? My master is old and this is his only hobby. Even if I pay for it myself, I can't let him go with regrets."

Yan Ye, who was unknowingly blamed by his own disciple, sneezed for no reason at this moment. He was thinking, how could he, a cultivator in the Taiqing realm, catch a cold?

The shopkeeper was deeply moved and said, "You are so filial."

Lin Du nodded, who else but me could be the most filial son in the world?

The man lowered his head and opened the first page. What he saw was crooked and shady handwriting. The corner of his mouth twitched, "This is really written by your master."

Lin Du exclaimed, "Oh, my master can't see, so his writing is inevitably rough. It's fine as long as it can be seen, it's fine as long as it can be seen."

It's quite good that she can write like this with a brush, even though she only practiced calligraphy in elementary school.

The shopkeeper continued to read with his head down, but soon, the sound of the pages turning became faster and faster, and his expression changed unpredictably, from a sly grin to an auntie's smile, then his eyes widened, and he gradually became depressed and angry. Finally, with tears in his eyes, he couldn't help but slam the table and stood up, "That's it? Did our senior brother die like this? Did that female cultivator get the golden elixir and ascend to immortality like this?"

"My master said that if someone reads this, there will be follow-up. Can you print this?"

"Yes, yes, yes. It's been a long time since I've seen such an addictive book. Your master is really a genius. It's just that the title... is a bit indecent."

The shopkeeper touched his chin and said, "I'm afraid this upright person won't buy it."

Lin Du raised his eyebrows, with a handsome face, and his tone was indifferent, but the content was extremely unrestrained.

"How can we know if we don't try? These seven emotions and six desires are normal for human beings. Do cultivators have no desires? Becoming stronger is a desire, and love is also a desire. What's the difference between high and low desires?"

She was clearly talking nonsense, but the shopkeeper was convinced. "Okay, please, we split the profits 70% to 30%. What's your name?"

"Lin, a double-tree forest."

"Master Lin, I'll send you a sample after it's printed. Here's your address."

Lin Du smiled and said, "No need, I will come down the mountain to see you soon."

She neatly stamped her handprint on the contract, turned around and met the puzzled looks of several fellow disciples who had just walked out, "Let's go? Let's go to Xiangmanlou?"

A group of people walked away laughing. The shopkeeper sitting on the bamboo chair squinted his eyes and watched their backs as they walked away. He shook the contract that he had just pressed his fingerprints on, looked at the fingerprints on it, and finally smiled softly.

It's interesting, he clearly handed over the pen, but when the filial apprentice took the pen, he hesitated, shook his hand, and changed it to a handprint.

Don't want to leave your own handwriting?

The master you are talking about is really not yourself?

The bookstore owner didn't expect that this would be seven days later.

He almost didn't recognize the man when he first entered the store. His sloppy blue clothes and the Taoist bun casually tied on his head were gone.

She was wearing a blue brocade gown with a cloud pattern of white cranes. Her hair was tied on top of her head with a short white jade hairpin and further secured with a net scarf tied in front of her forehead with a jade buckle. Her beautiful eyebrows and smooth facial lines finally stood out clearly. Even though her skin was as pale as paper, she was indeed a young and elegant man.

"How is it, sir? Is it ready?"

When the lazy tone sounded, the shopkeeper dared to conclude that it was the filial son of that day.

"It was five days ago. Guess what?"

Just as he was about to say something, he saw a straight-A male cultivator approaching stealthily. He looked left and right, and seeing that Lin Du was hesitating, he did not dare to step forward.

"You want that book, right? It's twenty low-grade spirit stones each. You don't have to take it out of your sleeve. Just put the money over and take it away."

Only the edge of the book was visible from the man's sleeve. Upon hearing what the shopkeeper said, he immediately took out his money and left.

Lin Du hesitated for a moment, "Could it be the book I sent you?"

"Yes." The boss nodded, waved his sleeves calmly, and put the twenty oval stones with a faint spiritual energy on the counter into his pocket.

"Is it so shameful?" Lin Du raised his hand and touched his chin.

"But you're right. Although the name is not elegant enough, it is very attractive. It has been selling very well since it was put on the shelves. However, everyone buys it secretly."

The shopkeeper was amazed, "As expected of you, my master. You are well-informed and can handle people's hearts."

Lin Du smiled and said, "Give me five copies. I want to give them away."

"Okay, I'll give it to you monthly. But I'm running out of books right now. Can you leave some for me? Three books, please?"

Lin Du walked out of the library with three books, and then met up with Mo Lin and the others.

Today is their farewell party for sending Mo Lin down the mountain for training. It was Lin Du who suggested it, so everyone was happy to have a good meal.

So the eldest senior brother received the farewell gift from the junior uncle.

"You're bound to get bored during this journey. Here, take this book. It's said to be the best-selling storybook recently. It must have a profound meaning to be so popular."

Lin Du handed the book to Mo Lin with a sincere look in his eyes.

Mo Lin took the book and said, "If I had known that Junior Uncle-shi loves reading and goes to the sect's library every day, I would have studied it carefully."

"That's right." Lin Du was particularly pleased. "When reading a story, the most important thing is to feel involved. Only by putting yourself in the shoes of the protagonist can you reflect on yourself and gain more."

Mo Lin nodded. He had never realized that his junior master, despite his young age, was so knowledgeable in studying. He sighed as he glanced at the cover.

《After being raped by a beauty I picked up on the street》

The handsome young man looked strange for a moment. He looked up at the people who had started to eat their after-dinner cakes, then looked down at the title of the book.

"Uncle Junior Master...did you give me the wrong book?"

"No." Lin Du picked up a piece of donkey roll, "This donkey roll is not enough, give me another one, there are five of us."

Mo Lin quietly put the book away and stretched out his hand to greet the waiter.