Outside a small shop, a man was wearing a black cloak and a black mask on his face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
If he took off his mask, people would find out that he was actually Lin Yan, the genius of the Lin family who had lost his cultivation but is now rising again.
At this moment, he was standing outside the door excitedly waiting for the bookstore to open. He was not worried that his dress would attract other people's attention, because there were many people around him dressed like this.
This has even become their symbol - Master Chunqiu's fan support clothing.
"Mr. Chunqiu's new book is finally going to be released. I have waited so long for this day that I dare not even touch it when I go to the toilet."
"Yeah, yeah, I keep my hands outside the quilt every night when I go to bed."
"It is our blessing for Qinghong City to have Teacher Chunqiu!"
"Yeah, every time I look at Mr. Chunqiu's pictures again, I have a new feeling. Obviously nothing is exposed, but it's so sexy! It's completely different from those straightforward sluts!"
While waiting for the bookstore to open, several men in black had gathered together to discuss something, and Lin Yan on the side kept nodding in agreement.
He couldn't help but recall the day he met Master Chunqiu (picture):
Because his cultivation had regressed, his fiancée took the opportunity to break off the engagement. He was filled with rage and made a three-year agreement, but he also knew that with his current condition, he would definitely lose in three years.
That day he had no intention of practicing, and walked into a bookstore in a daze. He saw several people with tightly wrapped things buying a book. It seemed that seeing his miserable appearance, one of them bought an extra book and stuffed it into his hand:
"Brother, I don't know what you've been through, but there are no obstacles in life that you can't overcome. If you're really tired, just read this. Life needs to be indulged occasionally!"
After saying that, the tightly wrapped people left.
Lin Yan lowered his head and looked at the book that was stuffed into his arms. There was nothing on the cover except the words "Spring and Autumn".
He opened it and his eyes widened immediately.
"This... this is despicable..."
He quickly closed the book, his face flushed, and raised the book to throw it away.
But in the end he withdrew his arm. He didn't know why he did that. He stuffed the book into his arms and went home.
He wanted to hide the book in a secret place and never open it again, but the pictures in the book kept lingering in his mind. For some unknown reason, he took out the Spring and Autumn Annals and began to read it.
Ah, this shape, ah, this shadow, it looks just like the real thing, yet it is different from real people and has a different kind of beauty.
For a moment, Lin Yan didn't know how to describe it. After thinking about it, there were only two words in his mind - art!
In this world that focuses on artistic conception rather than form, Bai Feng's sketches are like firecrackers stuck in cow dung, giving the people of this world a shocking baptism of rough pictures.
It’s not like Lin Yan hasn’t seen this kind of book before. When he was a kid, he found several copies in his father’s room, but none of them was as exquisite as this one. Compared to this book, his father’s collection was simply shit!
After reading it, he couldn't calm down for a long time, and he ran to the bookstore before dawn the next day.
Since then, he has gained a new hobby and is looking forward to tomorrow again.
Once again facing the ridicule of others and the stagnant progress of his cultivation, he rarely felt angry or blamed others. He still wanted to continue looking at Master Chunqiu's paintings. How could he be defeated by such a small setback!
He really likes what Master Chunqiu said in the interview - what doesn't kill you will make you stronger!
Although in that interview Master Chunqiu was talking about the fact that his books were banned and he was forced to change his pen name, he felt that this sentence was very suitable for him. To be a little narcissistic, this sentence was tailor-made for him.
It was also with the help of Master Chunqiu (his book) that he was able to get out of the low point in his life.
"The door is open, everyone rush!!"
An angry roar from someone beside him pulled Lin Yan out of his memories. He quickly raised his head and moved so swiftly in the crowd that he was like a loach. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of the crowd.
"The signed copy of Master Chunqiu's new book is mine!"
"Damn it, I was a step too slow!"
"Damn it! Tomorrow I will learn a better body movement technique and see who dares to compete with me next time!"
"Friend, please stay, I am willing to pay double the price!"
"I triple!"
But Lin Yan ignored him, paid the bill quickly, and once again used his body skills to rush out of the chaotic crowd.
On the way back, the old man in the ring was hesitant to speak. He couldn't understand why Lin Yan didn't practice in the sect, but went out to the bookstore to grab a copy of "The Emperor's Uncle".
"Well, my disciple, we can't be too indulgent. Although you are still young, you can't..."
"Don't worry, Master. I know what's going on!" Lin Yan looked around and made sure that there was no one around before pulling off his mask and cloak. "I just really like Master Chunqiu's paintings. I can see the tenacious spirit of Master Chunqiu in every stroke of his paintings."
“…”
The old man opened his mouth. What kind of tenacity can you see from a rough picture?
Could it be that he had been absorbing spiritual energy for too long while sleeping, causing his disciple to have psychological problems?
Forget it, he just likes looking at pornographic pictures, it’s not a weird hobby, so just let him be.
…
[Luck value +1]
Bai Feng stopped painting and frowned slightly - here it comes again!
In the past year, there have been system prompts popping up from time to time. Although each time only adds a few points, it happens so often! Now his luck value has exceeded 100, and the luck value is already 114!
He carefully reviewed what had happened in recent years and made sure that he had not met the son of luck.
If there is any difference, it is that his sister joined the Tianjian Sect. Could it be that this luck value was provided by his sister?
Forget it, I don’t want to think about it too much. My new book is released today, so I might as well relax a little and go listen to some music.
Bai Feng changed his clothes from a plain blue robe to the gorgeous clothes that dandy disciples liked. He held a fan in his hand and had a frivolous smile on his face. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary dandy disciple.
You should wear this kind of clothes when you go to listen to music, so that you can blend in with a group of playboys and stand out.
Cautiously slipping out from the back door of the Bai family, Bai Feng left the Bai family with a step that showed he didn't care about any of his relatives. Except for not having any followers, he looked like a real dandy boy.
"Should I get a follower? A dandy boy without a follower seems a bit conspicuous."
Bai Feng was also thinking about this matter, but he couldn't find anyone willing to act with him in a short time.
Forget it, I’ll talk about it later when I have the chance.
"Um?"
Bai Feng suddenly frowned slightly - his luck was really bad today. He actually ran into the son of luck on the street. I hope he doesn't notice me.
If I had known this earlier, I would have stayed at home and not gone out today.
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