Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey Chapter 381: Legend

The reed swayed in the wind, and the soldiers on both sides of the strait were separated a little further, listening to the screams of the boat and gradually listening to them.

"Quick, quick, swim over."

The team is roaring and roaring, and they can swim desperately towards the boat in the river.

Zhang Ling and a few Taoist officials watched in the reeds with solemn faces. It's no wonder that the people didn't realize it at the beginning. The troops and individuals are completely different things. Several people have Taoism, so it's not easy to hide them.

The ship lost its control and flowed down the river. Many soldiers swam desperately to catch up.

There are corpses everywhere on the deck of the ship, blood is still flowing down like a stream, and the river is flushed with red.

Pei Ziyun seemed to be a little unhappy. He walked to the side of the ship and took Xiao off his waist. Xiao Se was shining with natural patterns and played.

Xiao's voice is low and ups and downs, which seems to be suspenseful, more bearish and persistent.

Everyone is their own protagonist.

Zhang Hu, who heard the name just now, has a very powerful spear technique. Looking at this situation, it is only a very long one. Pei Ziyun does not think that a talented person can be in position, but he has to practice such martial arts, I don’t know. How much effort and sweat it takes.

Furthermore, when a war occurs, this kind of people can rise by virtue of battle as long as they do not die.

Maybe his future is a star.

Not to mention Hoope.

But such a person died, and there was nothing left. Because of this, he became more persistent. With this thought, Xiao Sheng became even more profound.

At this moment, a team is leading a few good swimmers. They have caught the edge of the boat. They are climbing with a knife in their mouths. Some cuts in their mouths. Blood is flowing out. Hearing the sound of Xiao, his neck has blue veins. When he started, he climbed harder: "Erthief dared to be so insulted!"

Just one song. Several soldiers climbed onto the deck. With a shout, they surrounded Pei Ziyun with their long swords in the sun with cold light.

"Kill!" The team was shouting, with a grim face.

"Lei Qi!" An electric light flashed, followed by sword light, human heads and stumps splashing, Pei Ziyun took out a silver jug ​​in his arms, took a sip from his head up, the fragrance of wine was overflowing, and he was in Hu again. Pu poured half a circle in front of him, and said: "Hoop, you go all the way well."

Speaking, Pei Ziyun glanced at the armored soldiers who continued to climb up, stepped down and landed on the water.

The Bianzhou was not far away, Pei Ziyun walked on the water, just a few steps, and landed on the Bianzhou. At this time, some people got on the boat and screamed and roared, and there were soldiers who turned and tried to swim towards Pei Ziyun.

Pei Ziyun a little bit, the flat boat slid off the water quickly.

Although Zhang Ling in the reeds secretly hates, seeing this grace, can't help but secretly admire, this is the earth immortal, otherworldly, far beyond human, can not help but think: "Don't eat grains, walk on the clouds, and come and go. In the mountains, long life and long-term vision, the posture of heaven and man."

I just thought about it, and sighed a long way. If I hadn't joined the court to become a Taoist official, I might have such a thin line of possibility with my talent. After thinking about it this way, my look would be dim and my foundation would have been determined. There is no way to get rid of it.

After thinking about it, I turned to a few dumbfounded officials: "Don't you record all the process and submit it to the court?"

Shentang County·Lingyun Bookshop

The commercial port is prosperous, there are a few miles of long streets, there is a plethora of shops, everything is available, and there is a prosperous culture here, there are many scholars, there are many bookstores (bookstores), of course, there are also supporting bookstores.

This bookstore has been bought, and it is very large inside. The carpenter is continuing to carve the wood. The new product is already busy printing. When the page is first formed, someone will proofread it, gather it and bind it, and send it over: "The shopkeeper, this book It's already bound."

The shopkeeper took the book, just turned a few pages, nodded: "Okay"

He entered a room and saw Ren Wei drinking strong tea. His face was tired and his eyes were bloodshot. The shopkeeper stepped forward and offered: "Mr. Ren, the third volume is available."

Ren Wei listened and put the tea cup down: "So fast?"

Speaking and taking a closer look, he smiled for a long time: "It's not bad, there are no typos, you have worked hard, reward ten taels of silver, other people, etc., double the salary this month."

"Thanks for your reward!" The shopkeeper was overjoyed, and everyone cheered and was about to leave. Ren Wei suddenly remembered the lord's command and asked: "Slow, I heard that there are not only wood-carved printing plates, but also movable type. Why is it not in our bookstore?"

"Mr. Ren, this is actually for a reason." The shopkeeper had been in the industry for 20 years, so he changed his boss and stayed there. At this time, he laughed.

"There are movable type, but I don't need it."

Seeing Ren Wei's surprise, the shopkeeper explained carefully: "Wood type will swell when it gets wet with water, and the board will be uneven. After this has been practiced, no one will use it."

"Mould type is acceptable, but it needs to be fired. There are several or even dozens of commonly used characters, which is not easier than carving. Most importantly, the type is fragile."

Ren Wei nodded, and asked: "Clay type is fragile, what about copper type and lead type?"

Speaking of this, the shopkeeper laughed even more happily: "This is the work of a bankrupt. In the past, Xu Chunqi, the son of some aristocratic family, had a family of 10,000 acres and was a Juren. He felt that the bronze characters could be passed down for a hundred years, so I asked for it. With permission from the government, hired workers to engrave large and small bronze characters, and the script is very beautiful."

"There is a lack of copper among the people, and the government casts money. Even the five coppers and five lead are collected and re-smelted to sell the copper. Turning over the hands will bring huge profits, forcing the government to reduce the quality of the cast money."

"It can be seen that the folk copper is expensive. Xu Chunqi made 200,000 bronze characters. It took 11 years and spent 100,000 taels of silver. Almost all 10,000 mu was sold out."

"Although it costs a lot of money, but once it has been completed, you can print the book, and you can get back to it." Ren Wei was also secretly surprised when he heard it, his eyes flashed.

"Mr. Ren, you don't know the key. As soon as I say it, you will understand." The shopkeeper said with a smile: "How many scholars in a county or even a state can read? How many copies can I print?"

"If you print too much, this type of copper type can only be repaid. If you print less, you don't even have enough interest. As for other states-don't you need money for transportation?"

"So Xu Chunqi almost starved to death in the end, and the court at that time bought the whole set of copper movable type cheaply. This is a lesson and a joke in the industry."

"As for the type, it can only be said to be cheaper, but it is difficult to make a profit without printing ten thousand copies."

"The woodcarving version, although it requires carpentry, requires some labor and materials, and has the shortcomings of storage inconvenience, typos are not easy to correct, and it is easy to rot and moth-but it is the most suitable way."

"Let me tell you more thoroughly, this is the least costly within three thousand copies."

Ren Wei's heart suddenly became clear, and he nodded again and again. Simply put, the purchasing power is not strong, the printing is not much, and the transportation is inconvenient. Therefore, even if the copper type is invented, it is useless. If you dare to use it, you are ruined.

I was thinking of replying to the lord at the moment: "It seems that the lord's idea is not enough."

Resolved this, Ren Wei said: "In this case, according to the lord's order, the proofread book will be spread to the state immediately."

"Other states must have started construction too. You are Taoists, and it is convenient for you to make arrangements." Ren Wei's face condensed, and he said to the Taoist: "Also, the matter of contacting the storyteller must also be carried out. If necessary in the early stage, bribes can be made. As long as it spreads, it will be difficult for other storytellers not to follow up."

"Understand!" Songyunmen Taoist also knew the mission, and immediately responded.

With the launch of Zhuzhou Bookstore, I don’t know how many of these books have been printed and distributed to various places.

Chunzao County

A man said to the storyteller in front of me: "I have a story, which is very exciting. I want you to rap."

The storyteller has a moustache on his mouth. He took the book and looked at the book. It took a moment to put the book on the table and stretched out a finger: "A couple of silver."

"The deal" said the person, and the storyteller couldn't help regretting seeing the promise so quickly.

Scenes like this happen everywhere.

Pingyi County

In a teahouse, the storyteller has prepared, saying: "Today, let’s talk about the big money in the past to the Du Zhuangyuan."

Reaching out and taking a shot on the wooden direction table, someone booed suddenly: "Mr. Li, the story of Du Zhuangyuan has almost been told 800 times. We don't want to listen to this, we want to listen to the story of Zhenjun. "

"Someone next door has talked about True Monarch slaying demons and killing demons, killing demons. Today this guy went to the countryside. We have not finished talking yet. We are all waiting impatiently."

The listeners were a little dissatisfied on their faces, yelling, Pei Ziyun used to lead the army in wars, which had a greater impact, but apart from the war-torn areas, there were many people who were indifferent.

But when it comes to single-handedly killing enemy generals, these are the two most popular scripts-killing officials and women.

Killing officials is the people’s age-old desire, but it can’t be said clearly, but now it’s enemy generals, traitors, or single-handed killing officials. It can be said that it has satisfied the people’s most secret desire, and they immediately quarreled.

The storyteller looked at the appearance of the audience below, and suddenly felt pressure. Actually, he had read the book of Zhenjun Pei, but he was a bit dissatisfied. Why does Huang Ershi have a silver or two~IndoMTL.com~I don't have it?

I wanted to delay for a while, but under pressure, the storyteller stomped anxiously, thinking about what he had read, and adding his more than ten years of experience in lectures to urgently develop new paragraphs and talk. With saliva flying wildly, the crowd below heard mesmerized.

"The enemy general is several feet tall, his eyes are like brass bells, his upper lip is bared, his fangs stick out from his mouth, and his neck is full of skeletons, but he is a virgin boy and girl who can eat. , Can gain mana, and it is extremely powerful."

Speaking of this, the storyteller grabbed the startled wood and retaken the shot, yelling at him: "Well, the true monarch is Wu Quxing who descended to the world. Ching Lang drew out the sword. This sword is an ancient magic weapon, but there is Sub-teaching——"

Mr. Storyteller is eloquent, saying that the sword will kill the demon general, and then he said: "With the demon soldier, the blood flows into the river. There is a poem to prove it, and he fought for three thousand miles, and one sword can block a million soldiers."

"Good point." There was a young man who exclaimed loudly and threw a piece of silver on it. The storyteller was overjoyed when he saw it, and shouted: "Thanks for your reward"

Speaking more vigorously.

Speaking of the son who lost the silver just now, it was Shen Zhen who hadn't seen him for a long time. He stopped listening at this moment and thought to himself: "I don't want my benefactor to be pleased with enmity, his fame is shining in the world, before the army conquered, Shen Zhen could not help me. Now turning to interception, I am also a powerful person, with martial arts, and I can still help. I have achieved the eleventh level of the 37th swordsmanship, which is an unprecedented peak, and I am just going to go."

I was thinking, a girl sitting in a corner covered her face with a black veil, wearing a hat, holding a fox in her hand, listening to Pei Ziyun forcefully killing Han Ziyuan, her face changed slightly, her head down Meditation: "Pei Ziyun assassinated the general who killed King Lu? Then I will help King Lu and kill the thief who killed the father."

Thinking about it, they got up almost at the same time as Shen Zhen, both of them were a little surprised, glanced at each other, and went out separately.