Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 356 The Literary Tradition Has Been Hidden

The competition at Beixuan City Ink Trace Bookstore has concluded, and the latest issue of Ten Thousand Volumes Book Review has finally been released.

Previously, due to Xiaodingdang's delay in submitting the article, the "press release" that had been prepared in advance was never used. Today, however, it is the first time that an article has been published in "Wan Juan Shu Ping".

This gimmick led to a surge in sales of Wan Juan Book Review.

"I never expected that Youdao would still be alive!"

"And he's still got it! His recent work, 'Ten Days Without Sealing the Sword,' was truly brilliant. I never imagined that the old swordsman and the young swordsman were the same person."

“Song Meisheng… always gives off a somewhat lonely feeling…”

"I wonder which article this senior has commented on!"

……

Tang Xin is in line.

The assessment of direct disciples has ended, but the results have not yet been announced.

But she didn't have any expectations.

Tang Xin felt that his answer was not good; the Star-Picking Pavilion seemed to approve of the question about killing one to save ten thousand.

Just because the Star-Picking Pavilion approves doesn't mean she approves too.

With Senior Sister Zhu, Senior Brother Xiao, Senior Sister Ying Mang, and others around, there's no way it'll be her turn. Since there's no hope anyway, of course she should follow her heart!

Since things have come to this, why not read a storybook first?

Tang Xin stood on tiptoe, looking at the long queue ahead. It was so long... so very long...

Just as the line was slowly closing in, a heart-wrenching wail suddenly came from ahead—it was Wuyuzi.

"Heaven is unjust! This so-called senior actually praised Doraemon!!"

"Could it be that this senior has forgotten the friendship he shared with Senior Wuyu back then...? When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out!"

I haven't even bought "Ten Thousand Book Reviews" yet, and I've already been spoiled like this...

Tang Xin felt somewhat helpless.

Maybe Wuyu didn't die?

It was said that he hadn't written a book in a long time, and many people offered incense for him. Now, he has returned to the literary world with a book called "Ten Days Without Sealing the Sword".

The queue had been standing for a long time.

Finally, they paid the copper coins in exchange for the books.

Tang Xin went to the restaurant where she usually sits for a while in recent years, ordered food and drinks, and the waiter smiled at her and wrote down what she ordered.

The food at this restaurant is not particularly outstanding.

However, the owner is kind-hearted, and the staff she hires are all mute or lame, but they don't hinder the work. They also give the leftovers from the customers to people who are struggling financially. Tang Xin also likes to spend money here and order a table full of food.

Only after the tea was served did Tang Xin open "Ten Thousand Book Reviews," the first article of which was a well-written piece—

"Adventures, invincibility, and time travel have become all the rage. This kind of writing is quite interesting, and readers never tire of it. I also often reread it."

"After reading so many, they all seem to be the same. This book is similar to that one, and that one is almost identical to this one. There have been no new works or interesting stories for a long time."

"Doraemon has blazed a new trail; this is a good deed."

"With its literary tradition obscured, a small hill becomes a peak; why should a withered feather be allowed to soar like a roc?"

May the literary world flourish with a hundred flowers blooming, vying for spring's glory!

Upon seeing this, Tang Xin exclaimed "Huh?"

When she first heard that speechless wailing, she thought it was a profound praise of Doraemon, but now it seems that it was just a casual remark.

Moreover, this "small hill is called a peak, and withered feathers are called a roc"...

If she understood correctly, the saying clearly stated—

Nowadays, there are no figures who can carry the literary world, which makes Dingdang stand out.

Although Zhu Wuyao had long planned to have Youdaoshi help Xiaodingdang become famous, he couldn't bring himself to praise him when he actually put pen to paper.

She knows her own abilities perfectly well!

The fact that each of the three pen names has become successful is due to the advantage of information asymmetry.

If everyone were placed on the same starting line, she might be nothing at all.

Therefore, she thought of Yu Qiuyu's words.

Isn't it precisely because everyone here is so incompetent that Doraemon, the "innovator," stands out so much?

Zhu Wuyao has tried his best to be objective.

But the praise people gave to Youdaoshi far exceeded her expectations.

It wasn't just about praising the article; it even escalated to speculation about the person behind "Youdaoshi".

In front of the Ink Trace Bookstore.

"It feels like a lifetime ago, it's actually a person!"

"Although what you said is somewhat absurd, it is quite apt. I've only ever read her stories before, but I've never really thought about what kind of person she was..."

"I bet Wuyu is younger than Youdao!"

"Yes, yes, yes. It is said that the writing style and language are somewhat old-fashioned and concise, while Wuyu seems imaginative and unconventional!"

"Alas, I never expected that it would be a case of the elderly burying their children."

"Speechless! It's unbelievable that he didn't live to see the end of his life. Such a person with countless ingenious ideas died young!"

"The heavens are jealous of talent..."

"Which one do you like better?"

"Hey! Actually, I prefer Doraemon. She managed to stir up such a storm in this stagnant pool, and she actually managed to stand firm despite the almost destructive publicity from Ink Trace Bookstore!"

"A steady person, a broad-minded person, a free spirit—the old and the young are all there, it's just a pity that there are no words to express it."

"I've often imagined what it would be like if Wuyu and Youdao were to meet, and what wonderful articles they would write when their inspirations collide..."

While everyone mourned the untimely death of this talented young man, Tang Xin had already embarked on his journey home.

Although she felt she had no chance, she was also very curious about who would ultimately win the position of direct disciple.

As soon as she stepped through the mountain gate, she saw her eagerly awaiting friend. Upon seeing Tang Xin return, she immediately said:

"Hurry, hurry! Just in time! It's time to post the results!"

Before Tang Xin could recover, she was dragged to the front of the Star-Picking Tower.

She arrived neither early nor late.

Just then, I heard my own name called—

"The sixth personal disciple is actually Tang Xin! How is this possible!"

"Where's Zhu Wuyao?! Why isn't it Zhu Wuyao?!"

"Even if it's not Zhu Wuyao, there's still Xiao Qingyu!!"

Upon learning the result, Xiao Qingyu was somewhat dazed.

He vaguely remembered that during the sect competition, he was judged to have lost his duel with Tang Xin because he was caught up in the Heavenly Net incident.

"And there's also Ying Mang, the Soul-Chasing Arrow!"

Ying Mang didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Putting aside the "nonsense" she wrote on her answer sheet, Zhaixinglou was a divination cultivator, but she had never mastered the art of divination.

It's understandable that she wouldn't be chosen as the personal disciple.

But... who is Tang Xin again?

Many people can't remember this person.

Tang Xin herself was also extremely dazed. Could it be that she cheated? Did she use connections? Did she unknowingly bribe some elder?

She remembered that when she answered the questions, it seemed to contradict the attitude of the Star-Picking Pavilion...?

Inside the Enlightenment Hall, Sect Leader Fang was watering the flowers.

Some were exquisitely beautiful, some were pure and elegant, while a nameless little flower, which appeared out of nowhere, grew a little bit every day and eventually sprouted branches and leaves.

The place is large enough to accommodate this branch.

Master Fang moved one of the potted plants outdoors, but for some reason, it didn't grow well after being moved indoors.

Perhaps he's better suited to being in the wild.

There's no need to force it to be planted in a flowerpot.

distance.

Zhu Wuyao heard the sound of the flute.

She stopped her rapid movement, feeling that the sound of the flute was somewhat familiar.