Chapter 15 The Most Filial Son in the World

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

The shopkeeper, wearing a long-sleeved black-and-white dress, leaned on a bamboo chair with a book in one hand, his eyes half-closed. Hearing this, he replied lazily, "Storybook? What storybook?"

Lin Du handed over 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, 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 it?"

Lin Du waved his hand and said pretentiously, "How is it possible? I was just running errands for my master. As a disciple, I naturally have to fulfill my master's dream."

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

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

The shopkeeper was deeply moved, "You are really filial."

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

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

Lin Du exclaimed, "Oh, my master can't see, so the handwriting is inevitably rough. It's okay as long as it's readable, it's okay as long as it's readable."

She, who only practiced writing big characters with a brush in elementary school, can write like this with a brush, which is good.

The shopkeeper continued to read with his head down, but soon, the sound of pages turning became faster and faster, and his expression changed unpredictably, from a sly grin to an auntie's smile, then his eyes widened, gradually becoming depressed and angry, and finally with tears in his eyes, he couldn't help but slam the table and stood up, "Is that it? The eldest senior brother died like this? That female cultivator got the golden elixir and ascended to become an immortal like this?"

"This, my master said, if someone reads it, there will naturally be a sequel. Look at this, can it be printed?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I haven't seen such an addictive book in a long time. Your master is really a genius. It's just that the title of this book... is a bit indecent."

The shopkeeper touched his chin, "I'm afraid that people of the right path will not buy it."

Lin Du raised his eyebrows. He had an extraordinarily handsome face, and his tone was indifferent, but the content was particularly unrestrained.

"How do you know if you don't try? These seven emotions and six desires are normal human emotions. 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'll split it 70% and 30% here. What's your name?"

"Lin, Shuangmulin."

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

Lin Du smiled. "No need. I'll come down the mountain to see you soon."

She neatly stamped her handprint on the contract, turned around and met the puzzled eyes of several fellow disciples who came out from inside, "Let's go? To Xiangmanlou?"

A group of people walked away with laughter. The shopkeeper on the bamboo chair squinted his eyes and watched the backs of the group of people walking away. He shook the contract with his handprint just now, looked at the handprint on it, and finally smiled lightly.

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

Don't want to leave your own handwriting?

Is this master you are talking about really not yourself?

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

He almost didn't recognize the person when she first entered the store. Her sloppy green clothes and the Taoist bun on her head were gone.

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

"Shopkeeper, how is it? Is it printed?"

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

"It was posted five days ago. Guess what?"

He was about to say something when he saw a straight-faced male cultivator sneaking over. He looked around and saw Lin Du was hesitating but didn't dare to approach.

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

The man's sleeve only showed the edge of the book. Hearing the shopkeeper's words, he immediately took out the money and left.

Lin Du pondered for a moment, "Isn't it the book I sent over?"

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

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

"But you are right. Although this name is not elegant enough, it is really attractive. Since it was put on the shelf, it has sold very well. However, everyone buys it secretly."

The shopkeeper was amazed, "You are worthy of being my master. You are knowledgeable and can control people's hearts."

Lin Du smiled, "Give me five books. I want to give them to others."

"Okay, I will give them monthly. However, the supply of this book is a bit insufficient at the moment. Can you leave some for me? Three books?"

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

Today is their farewell banquet for Mo Lin to go down the mountain for training. It was Lin Du who proposed it, and the group was happy to have a feast.

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

"You will inevitably get bored during this journey. Here, take this book. It is said to be the best-selling storybook recently. It is so popular that it must have a profound meaning."

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

Mo Lin took the book, "If I had known that my junior uncle loved reading and went to the sect's bookstore every day, I would have studied it carefully."

"That's right." Lin Du was particularly pleased. "The most important thing when reading a story 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 didn't realize that although his junior uncle was young, he was so experienced in reading. He sighed and glanced at the cover.

"After being raped by a beautiful woman picked up on the street"

The handsome young man suddenly looked strange. He looked up at the people who had started to eat the cakes after dinner, and then looked down at the title of the book.

"Uncle Master...did you give 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 silently put the book away and reached out to greet the waiter.