This year, the warrior was still very young, and Zhu Fuxiao was underage.

As Manager Wu entered the backyard, Zhu Fuxiao saw the warrior with a thin face and a sad face between his eyebrows.

"I've met my boss!" Zhu Fuxiao bowed his fists.

"When I was in the lower house, I admired Mr. Zhu when I heard that Mr. Zhu was taught, so I specially invited him to see him." The warrior clasped his fists with his hands, and asked Zhu Fuxiao to sit with a eager expression, and then ordered the servant to bring tea.

Warrior?

Zhu Fuxiao was stunned: Wu Zetian's father, the warrior?

There would be no such coincidental name, right?

Probably not?

"I don't know what happened to my boss when he sees me." Zhu Fuxiao picked up the teacup and moistened his throat.

"I want to buy Brother Zhu's script." Wu Shiyu looked at Zhu Fuxiao: "Since Brother Zhu talked about the inheritance of Shen Gongbao, now the Deyi Tower is hot and the entire Xingyang City is ignited. But more people have heard it halfway and missed what Mr. Zhu said at the beginning. We want to buy Mr. Zhu's script and talk about it seven or eight times a day. We not only have to talk in Xingyang City, but also to Luoyang, and to Chang'an."

"I wonder if the young master is interested in selling a storybook?" The warrior looked at Zhu Fuxiao.

"Buy a storybook?" Zhu Fuxiao looked at the Samurai. After talking about the storybook, it was not worth it after being heard by someone. He was a storyteller and could be repeated. However, Samurai didn't want to pirate the script, so he actually offered to buy the script. He was undoubtedly a humble gentleman.

"How do you want to buy it?" Zhu Fuxiao looked at the warrior.

"I'll give you this Deyi Building. As long as the young master has a storybook in the future, he needs to notify me as soon as possible and allow me to use the Wu family's business and restaurant. How about it?" The warrior looked at Zhu Fuxiao with bright eyes.

"Give me Deyilou directly?" Zhu Fuxiao was stunned when she heard this, then shook her head: "No, I don't want Deyilou, it's better for the shopkeeper to pay me the money. As for the scripts in the future, let's discuss it again."

"10% of the shares! In the future, all the scripts of the young master will be sold through my Wu family and will be preached by my Wu family. My Wu family's business is willing to give the young master a total of the shares." Wu Shiyu looked at Zhu Fuxiao and handed over a document:

"I have already drawn up a contract. As long as the young master signs the contract, 10% of the Wu family's shares will be yours in the future."

Zhu Fuxiao took over the contract, which clearly recorded all the industries of the Wu family, a business company, dozens of shops and thousands of acres of fertile land throughout the world.

10% of the benefits every year are afraid that there will be three thousand taels of silver.

"Transaction!" Zhu Fuxiao smiled and put away the contract: "Tomorrow I will write down the script and give it to my boss."

Although the storybook will be heard by others after all, it is not as good as the original version, and the world is not without intellectual property rights.

Zhu Fuxiao reached a deal with the samurai, and then the samurai held a banquet and drank with Zhu Fuxiao. Zhu Fuxiao returned to the inn with alcohol.

In the following days, while telling the script, Zhu Fuxiao wrote quickly, recording all the scripts inherited by Shen Gongbao and sending them to the restaurant of Wu Shitang.

The warrior originally wanted to come to Xingyang City to sell Deyi Tower, but who knew that he was so surprised that Deyi Tower was resurrected by accident and became resurrected every day.

Zhu Fuxiao's Shen Gongbao inheritance has survived, but it has spread all over the world in just half a year, causing countless people to sway and countless thoughts to emerge.

Some young knights set up sects for the king, some warriors directly circled the mountains and forests, and began to recruit people, hoping to create a great sect. Some old men escaped into the mountains, observed the laws of heaven and earth, and wanted to create the supreme way, and studied the wonderful way to swallow the essence of the sun and the moon.

There are arrogant and foolish Taoists who play in the world and want to create a way to suppress ghosts and gods.

This year, the world's turmoil gathered, and the turning point of the times began.

Zhu Fuxiao thought he was just writing a storybook, but he didn't know that he was writing a dynasty.

The inheritance of Shen Gongbao was taken into the shelf by countless families, and countless elders from the family carefully studied it. Then they secretly sent people to the rivers and lakes to create sects, preparing to recruit disciples in the deep mountains and forests to create their own sect strength.

The world is in chaos!

Many years later, Zhu Fuxiao looked back. He thought that what he had caught was just a cicada, but he did not know that what he had caught was a whole summer.

He thought he was just telling a story, but who knew that what he was telling was the general trend of the world.

Zhang Beixuan has arranged a caravan to re-take the Silk Road and go to the Western Regions to buy a large number of jade.

While deducing the events in Wagang Mountain that day, Zhu Fuxiao preached the inheritance of Shen Gongbao in Luoyang City.

With Zhu Fuxiao's lecture, the warrior seized the opportunity to publish books "The Inheritance of Shen Gongbao". For a time, the world's paper was expensive, from princes and nobles to peddlers to peddlers and pawns, all of which were handed down in a volume, and countless people continued to discuss it.

At this time, another mutation occurred in Zhu Fuxiao's soul.

In the mind

The palm-sized clay tablet of fate bloomed with infinite light. The light seemed to reflect the nine heavens and ten earths, illuminating the three realms of heaven, earth, man and man. It has the ability to describe it and its incredible power.

Invisible forces flowed through time and space, pouring into the clay tablet of fate in Zhu Fuxiao's mind.

At this time, there was a vast aura that was covered with all directions, and the world, and the vast world soared into the sky and followed the causality and effect in the dark, and all of them were poured into the clay tablet of fate in Zhu Fuxiao's mind.

The aura was overwhelming, but the moment he touched the clay tablet of fate, it seemed like a mud cow entered the sea, disappeared without a trace, and was taken into his body by the clay tablet of fate.

"This aura?" Zhu Fuxiao felt the mysterious aura that appeared directly in his soul, and couldn't help but be stunned.

All the energy appeared out of thin air in the infinite light of the Destiny clay board out of thin air, and then was attracted by the infinite light and incorporated into the Destiny clay board.

"What a strange power?" Zhu Fuxiao felt the aura and couldn't help but feel his heart moving. His soul subconsciously fluctuated to touch the aura, and a ray of aura was captured by it.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Then the aura dispersed and a picture came into his mind. A scholar was sitting under the light, holding the "Shen Gongbao Inheritance" in his hand and was fascinated by watching it.

With the scholar's obsession, a stream of energy escaped from the scholar's body, and was then led by a wonderful force in the dark, falling into the clay board of fate, and intercepted by Zhu Fuxiao.

"Huh?" Zhu Fuxiao's heart moved and let go of the aura. He saw that the aura was retracted by the fate clay tablet and poured into the fate clay tablet, and there was no trace again.

Zhu Fuxiao intercepted another ray of qi, and saw that the ray of qi vibrate and turned into an old woman. She was sitting in front of the stove, listening to her husband telling the story of "The Inheritance of Shen Gongbao".

Accompanied by the old wife's yin and yang, the old woman in front of the stove was fascinated by the hearing. A qi in her body fluctuated out of her soul, and followed the qi in her darkness and penetrated into the clay tablet of fate in Zhu Fuxiao's mind.

"How strange!"

Zhu Fuxiao sat in the inn, with an incredible look in his eyes.

From the eighty-year-olds to the five or six-year-old children, everyone in the aura was different.

"Incredible! Incredible!" Zhu Fuxiao carried his hands on his back and opened his eyes with a burning look: "What exactly is this aura?"

"Why did the destiny clay board burst out with infinite light after absorbing this energy? It seemed that something was nurtured in the destiny clay board." Zhu Fuxiao's eyes were full of incredible expressions, and his eyes were full of horror.

"I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that the power of the destiny clay board seems to have been strengthened in the dark." Zhu Fuxiao packed up his things and returned to his dilapidated courtyard. Zhu Dan was cooking rice in the yard.

This year, the world was full of turmoil. The bandits who had been in the world in the past actually occupied the top of the mountain and recruited disciples. Countless warriors also opened escort agencies in the downtown city and began to recruit disciples in large numbers.

People's ideas seemed to be reversed by the Shen Gongbao inheritance overnight. Why didn't they personally recruit some disciples to cultivate them since childhood as their help?

Why not cultivate more successors and face enemies in the future?

Before this, although there were organizations of the Salt Gang, Yaxing, Foot Gang, and Beggar Gang in the world, they were just loose organizations that were combined for the sake of interests.

Everyone gathered together for the sake of interests and colluded with the government.

However, in the inheritance of Shen Gongbao, he clearly helped everyone open their brains and showed everyone the way they would go in the future.

Sect!

The prototype of loose organization, and then I want to develop it, is a sect.

Why can the Jianghu organization not beat the imperial court?

Why not the opponent of the Imperial Heavenly Prison?

It’s not that everyone is not strong, but that everyone is actually a group of talented and brainless people, and they cannot effectively gather the strength of their own forces and exert them.

"Brother, are you back?" Zhu Dan rushed over, and the little girl was still a little confused.

"Today, brother will take you out for food." Zhu Fuxiao smiled and picked up Zhu Dan, then raised his head and walked towards the distance, his eyes full of joy: "Brother will take you to eat the best Sixi Meatballs."

Luoyang City

Ten miles outside the city, inside a forest

Tents were built one by one, and the people from the Li family gathered together. The old headmaster sat in the center, picked up the rice porridge in his hand and took a sip.

"Master, we have been in Luoyang City for two months. There has been no performance in the past two months. We have been living in vain and only the last ten taels of silver are left." The little girl held the account book and looked at the old headmaster and her lady with her eyes.

"Is there ten taels of silver left?" The old headmaster looked at Li Wan with his eyes.

Not only the old headmaster, but all the men looked at Li Wan, with a burning gaze in their eyes.

Everyone drank porridge outside Luoyang City for two months, and even the man who was so stubborn could not stand it.

The most important thing is that since everyone reads Li Wan's script, they are full of hope for the future!

"Is it ten taels of silver?" Li Wan murmured, slowly put the script into her sleeve, and then swept her eyes across the shiny eyes in the big tent: "Enough."
Chapter completed!