I write novels in Liyue

It's truly remarkable that Mr. Zhongli could listen to the Master's nonsense with such seriousness.

The tavern's business will probably improve considerably...

Forget it.

As long as the leader is happy.

Seeing that Hu Tao and Zhong Li had walked away, Lao Meng looked at Yi Guan and said, "Speaking of which, I went to see the preview of that new book yesterday. It's Fang Qiu's new book, which is said to be a healing and redemption type. I'm really looking forward to it."

"Really? It seems Miss Fang Qiu has finally returned to normal. I knew it! How could such a gentle and lovely girl always like to torment her readers? I heard people say before that Fang Qiu, that old scoundrel... cough cough, that after Miss Fang Qiu wrote 'Weathering With You,' she would repent and change her ways. I didn't expect her words to come true."

The young female attendant replied with a smile.

His tone was filled with anticipation.

Healing and redemption, just hearing it gives me a warm feeling, I bet you can get a good night's sleep after watching it, right?

But then, thinking about this, she felt something was off and asked:

"However, on another note, didn't the head of the hall just say that Miss Fang Qiu would help us promote the philosophy of the Hall of Rebirth in her new book?"

"I think I did mention it, is there a problem?"

Old Meng asked.

"Healing and redemption... how are they related to the philosophy of the Hall of Rebirth?"

"That's what the young lady said."

"Uh……"

Old Meng was speechless for a moment. After thinking for a while, he looked out the window. Outside, the bleak winter wind swirled the thick fog, which drifted far away. He said, "Trust Miss Fang Qiu."

Meanwhile, Hu Tao, pulling her cart, hummed a modified version of Fang Qiu's song "Ten Hitmen" called "Ten Treasure Thieves" as she walked towards Wanwen Collection House with a big smile on her face.

"Ten treasure-hunting groups, running around for food, one choked to death and there was no saving him, leaving only nine. Nine treasure-hunting groups, exhausted from sleepless nights, fell asleep and died, leaving only eight..."

"Is this a newly composed song by the sect leader?"

Zhongli asked.

"Not bad, right? Fang Qiu wrote this for me. I feel it's a work that can rival my 'Qiuqiu Ballad'."

Hu Tao said with a smile.

"Upon closer examination, it does indeed have some merit."

Zhongli nodded.

A passing group of thieves couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines upon hearing this.

These people actually made up a song to curse their treasure-hunting gang!

He immediately could not tolerate it.

Even the Rock King Emperor could tolerate this, but the Demon-Subduing Great Sage could not!

Damn it!

"You two, stop right there!"

He turned around angrily and shouted.

"Is something wrong?"

Zhongli and Hutao turned around.

Then, in a daze, he saw the two divine eyes on Hu Tao and Zhong Li.

A gust of wind blew by, and a cool sensation permeated my entire body.

He suddenly realized that life is but a fleeting dream, and there's nothing he couldn't bear.

So he swallowed hard and said, "It's nothing, I'm just a passing treasure hunter... I'm just reminding you two that it's foggy ahead, be careful not to slip and fall."

After saying that, he ran away at full speed, disappearing into the distance.

"What a strange guy. He told us to be careful not to fall, but he ended up falling like a dog himself. People like him are considered high-level customers here. They always manage to ruin themselves."

Watching the person running wildly through the fog, only to accidentally slip and fall flat on their face, Hu Tao was somewhat puzzled.

"Master, buying books is more important, let's go."

Zhong Li said calmly.

"Too."

Hu Tao nodded and followed Zhong Li, pulling the cart along.

When they arrived at the Wanwenjishe building, there was already a long queue of dozens of people, and more and more people were joining the queue.

"Master, I'm going to the tavern to get the book later, so I won't queue up with you."

Zhong Li said calmly.

"Go ahead, I'm going to join the queue now."

Hu Tao waved her hand, quickly pulled the cart, and ran all the way to the end of the line to start queuing.

Quietly waiting for Wanwenjishe to open its doors.

Zhong Li smiled faintly and walked into the tavern, where the proprietress immediately served him.

"Mr. Zhongli, you've arrived. There's still a while before Fang Qiu's new book goes on sale. Please have a seat and have something to drink."

The tavern owner quickly greeted them.

"A pot of tea will suffice."

Zhongli said calmly.

Although the tavern can sell Qiu's books, it will have to wait until bookstores such as Wanwenjishe open.

Released at a unified time.

"Please wait."

The tavern owner nodded and turned to make tea for Zhongli.

It's common knowledge that taverns serve tea.

Zhong Li nodded, then turned his gaze to a man sitting not far away.

He vaguely remembered that man.

The man's name was Chang Jiuye.

They had drunk together at the same table. He was a loyal reader of Fang Qiu, and every time he came to this tavern, he would see this man called Master Chang drinking there.

He always got completely drunk.

Through his drunken ramblings, he actually learned a bit about this man called Master Chang.

When the man was a child, he went to play by the river with his childhood sweetheart, left a book behind, and went home by himself.

However, after he returned home, he never saw his childhood sweetheart again.

Moreover, his childhood sweetheart moved away very soon.

Therefore, he believed that his childhood sweetheart's family looked down on him and forcibly prevented her from coming to see him. So, he wanted to become famous by writing a book.

Let his childhood sweetheart hear his name.

And she impressed her family, and then sent her childhood sweetheart to find him.

Zhongli smiled faintly.

He doesn't dislike people like that.

Soon, the tavern owner served tea.

He picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

The tea has a rich aroma and a delicate flavor.

……

……

P.S.: I'll start writing the next chapter right away.

Chapter 312 Those Who Do Many Unrighteous Deeds Will Surely Perish

As the first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the thick fog and poured into Liyue Harbor, the Wanwen Collection opened for business.

The novel enthusiasts at the front of the line swarmed forward.

"Boss lady, ten copies of 'Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day'!"

"Boss lady, one copy of 'Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day,' one copy of 'Weathering With You,' one copy of 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes,' and one copy of 'My Efforts.'"

"The Father of Weathering? What kind of book is that? It sounds so familiar. And what is 'My Efforts'?"

"I know the author of 'The Father of Weather.' Although the name sounds like it's copied from Fang Qiu, it actually has nothing to do with Fang Qiu's books. It just happens to have the same name. He said that his book is about a protagonist who controls the weather and becomes the god of weather. As for 'My Efforts,' I bought it because I thought the author's name was interesting. If I don't like it, I'll return it."

"The author's name is quite interesting? What's it?"

"Adolf."

"What a strange name. It sounds a bit like the author's name in Mondstadt. Well, ma'am, I'd also like a copy of 'The Father of Weather' and a copy of 'My Efforts'... Uh, and three copies of 'Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day.' I almost forgot about the important thing."

The proprietress, Ji Fang, immediately prepared books for the guests.

After collecting Mora's orders, she turned to look at the other shop assistants, who were also overwhelmed with customers.

Soon, new guests came to greet them.

There were two men, one fat and one thin.

"Boss, give me fifty-three copies of 'Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day'."

"You want this much?"

Ji Fang was taken aback, but she quickly brought them the books. After paying the Mora, they carried a large pile of books to the side and began packing them into sacks.

"Boss... Boss... Aren't we committing many unrighteous deeds... and inevitably bringing about our own downfall?"