Chapter 95: Qing Jing Adds Fragrance, Xi Yue Writes A Book
“The cold wind is like a knife, with the earth as the chopping board, treating all living beings as fish meat. Snow flies for ten thousand li, using the firmament as a flood furnace, melting all things into silver…”
“The snow is about to stop, but the wind is not yet settled. A carriage comes from the north, its rolling wheels crushing the ice and snow on the ground, yet unable to crush the loneliness between heaven and earth…”
The courtyard was blanketed in white snow, frosty and misty with cold, but inside the study was a completely different warm and cozy scene.
The floor was covered with a thick wool blanket, soft like fallen clouds underfoot, with copper furnaces burning silver bone charcoal at the four corners, heat wafting and filling the air.
While the outside world was in turmoil due to the drastic changes in Linjiang Prefecture, Hong Yuan finally had some leisure time. He spent his days reading books and practicing martial arts, living a fulfilling life.
And now he had taken up creation.
As a graduate of the academy who quickly turned to flexible employment, having a dream of becoming a writer was perfectly reasonable, right?
Hong Yuan felt that in this world, the martial artists in the jianghu had too few gimmicks. There weren’t even any heaven rankings, earth rankings, black rankings, or panic rankings, leaving his long sword sharp but without knowing whom to challenge.
So he first launched《Legend of the Condor Heroes》, and with considerable expense on promotion, starting from Linjiang Prefecture, it went all the way to the prefectural city of Longyuan Prefecture. While many bookstores stocked it, he also had storytellers in major marketplaces, restaurants, and inns hype it up and draw crowds.
After all, Hong Yuan wanted those martial artists to see and hear it. How many of them would actually go to bookstores?
The effect was there. Recently, as Hong Yuan leisurely wandered the prefecture city, he often heard discussions about who among the Five Great Masters of the World was stronger.
This led to many martial artists discussing who in the current world could be selected as the five top masters.
Hong Yuan struck while the iron was hot and decided to immediately work on another one:《First Saber of Wind and Cloud》.
After all, the concept of the Weapon Roster in this book, which ranks and orders martial world people, was truly what captured hearts.
Hong Yuan was just waiting for some capable and motivated forces to draw inspiration from it and create some master rankings.
Then, when he wanted to challenge masters, he could just pick from the rankings.
Of course, typing was impossible. Hong Yuan only handled oral narration; the typing was done by Tao Xiyue.
With Hong Yuan’s current comprehension, any book he had read before could reappear in his mind with a single thought. But he didn’t have time to narrate it completely, just giving a rough plot outline.
The rest was left to Tao Xiyue to polish.
If Tao Xiyue couldn’t do it, there were Xie Yansheng and the other staff officers.
This was called AI writing.
The snow had already stopped, but a cold wind blew, sending sparkling snowflakes dancing and scattering, pattering against the carved window lattice.
Tao Xiyue stood at the desk by the window, wearing only a light pink thin gauze garment, her graceful and alluring contours faintly visible.
The neckline was pushed up into full curves, her soft and warm breasts rising and falling, while her snow-white legs extending from the gauze skirt were slender and straight from martial practice, smooth, soft, and highly elastic.
She wore no shoes on her feet, only a pair of delicate bare soles stepping on the wool blanket, lightly tiptoeing and arching her body backward.
Tao Xiyue held a writing brush in one hand, ink dots spreading on the white paper on the desk. Her eyes were watery and dazed, red lips slightly parted, face flushed.
After all, charcoal fire was burning in the room, making the temperature quite high—feeling a bit hot was normal.
Hong Yuan stood behind Tao Xiyue, holding her slender waist. Seeing her hand trembling with the brush, unable to write and wasting a good sheet of paper instead.
He couldn’t help but frown deeply.
A crisp and loud ‘pa’ sound rang out. Tao Xiyue let out a soft cry. Hong Yuan felt the astonishing elasticity and quick rebound under pressure, then snorted coldly: “Focus. Hong is from a scholar background and hates seeing others waste brush, ink, paper, and inkstone the most.”
As he spoke, Hong Yuan reached out with his right hand to grasp Tao Xiyue’s hand holding the brush. She bit her shell-like teeth tightly, and from her swan-like graceful neck downward, fine beads of sweat seeped out.
Feeling Hong Yuan’s earnest instruction, in shame, she actually collapsed onto the desk, her breasts pressing against it, and began crying guiltily.
On the other side of the study was a huge library room. A graceful and beautiful girl in green clothes was organizing the bookshelf, sorting books into categories.
This green-clothed girl was Xu Qingjing, niece of Xu Jingren, one of the two brains of Black Iron Town!
Not long ago, Black Iron Town suffered a fierce attack from the Black Armored Camp under Song Yinglong, with the situation hanging by a thread.
Xu Jingren and Ou Zhenyun quickly thought of seeking help from Hong Yuan.
Black Iron Town was not isolated from the world; on the contrary, due to the weapon business, many jianghu people came and went, so they had naturally heard the successive news about Hong Yuan.
Each time, they were stunned, and even more grateful for their timely apology back then.
However, Black Iron Town had no prior friendship with Hong Yuan, only a weapon deal for the Life-Snatching Throat-Locking Spear. Whether they could persuade him to act was uncertain, leaving the two anxious.
But with their century-old family business on the verge of collapse, they had no other choice but to try their best.
During Hong Yuan’s time in Black Iron Town, he had the most contact with Xu Qingjing.
They sent several loyal and brave men to protect Xu Qingjing as she went around the back mountain to the prefecture city for aid. Not long after, the Black Armored Camp withdrew.
Xu Jingren and Ou Zhenyun were shocked. They prepared gifts overnight, and before dawn the next day, sent dozens of carts of wealth to where Hong Yuan was.
The two kowtowed in gratitude—not to mention. In the end, Xu Qingjing was also left to serve by Hong Yuan’s side.
At this moment, Xu Qingjing heard the friction sounds between the desk and the wall next door, along with intermittent sobs, and a faint blush appeared on her delicate face.
She shook her head vigorously, trying to drive the sounds away, but they clung like maggots to the bone, endlessly drilling into her mind.
The book in Xu Qingjing’s hand fell to the ground. She hurriedly picked it up, feeling her body as if chilled and caught a cold, somewhat sore and weak. She couldn’t help but clamp her long legs together and steadied herself against the bookshelf to stand.
She didn’t know how much time passed; it felt endlessly tormenting to Xu Qingjing.
Finally, the sounds in the study gradually ceased.
After a moment, Hong Yuan was seen carrying Tao Xiyue out of the room. Her gauze garment was soaked, and she seemed to have fallen asleep.
Some ink was smeared on her face, but it didn’t mar her beauty; instead, it made her even more alluring.
“Young Master!” Xu Qingjing stepped forward a few paces, feeling each step like walking on clouds, her mind hazy, face burning hot as she curtsied.
“Mm.” Hong Yuan nodded: “Xiyue knocked over the ink, got herself dirty. I’m taking her to wash up…”
In Tao Mansion, there was naturally a hot spring pool. As he spoke, Hong Yuan carried the girl’s soft body toward the bath pool.
“Young Master, Qingjing can also serve you…” Xu Qingjing said with a flushed face, her voice like a mosquito’s hum.
“What are you saying? Xiyue and I are working on creation. She writes, I do oral narration—this is joint creation. So young, what nonsense are you thinking?”
