She knew that Zhang Rui and Xiaoyaoke had a good relationship, but there was never a need to give him a fight in the literary world. Even if Zhang Rui had an idea, he could not say that they were wrong, so she was not afraid of offending Zhang Rui because of Xiao Yao.

Mr. Zheng smiled and said, "This article takes a unique approach, from Xiaoyaoke's attempt to change the Buddhist six realms of reincarnation as a breakthrough, satirizing Xiaoyaoke's all-out efforts to become famous, disregarding religion and traditional culture, and calling on monks to oppose this practice together."

Mrs. Zheng slapped her hands and smiled, "Who said this? She is such a person with unique vision and detailed thoughts. She said it so well!"

Mr. Zheng smiled and said, "It's our fellow villager, Miss Xiao Liu."

Speaking of this, I couldn't help feeling a little sad. If Xiao Yao could be taken to Peking by Mr. Xiao and received a new education like Miss Xiao Liu, he might not have been separated from her. Her face and the colorful eyes were the deep affection that he would never forget in the midnight dream.

Unfortunately, the gap between her and him was too great, and this melancholy could only accompany him day by day and walk through the last end of his life.

When Mrs. Zheng saw him in deep thought, nostalgia and love appeared in her eyes, she suddenly became jealous, "What are you thinking about? Are you thinking of an old lover?"

Mr. Zheng came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "Nothing, it's just an illusion in my heart, a character I transformed myself."

He dreamed that Xiao Yao was not a village girl who was illiterate, but a seventh lady from the Xiao family, who was good at reading and literacy, was a perfect match for him.

Unfortunately, these are just fantasies. Xiao Yao doesn't know how to study, because when he speaks sweet words to her, she always doesn't understand them, which makes his trembling heart cold again and again.

After hearing this, Mrs. Zheng hummed a few words, but didn't say anything.

Mr. Zheng would stare blankly from time to time, showing the look she had just seen. She was used to it. She had many suspicions, but in the end she denied them all because those people were not as good as her.

As for Mr. Zheng's original wife, Mrs. Zheng never thought about what qualifications does a country woman who is illiterate in her heart and have been missed for many years? Mr. Zheng has divorced the original wife for her sake!

Miss Xiao Liu received several calls to support her comment. These literary people praised her for her behavior of baseing her arguments on religion and uniting the power of monks, and expressed that she would write articles to support her.

Miss Xiao Liu received such high praise and was in a mood like a young bird who had just learned to fly, flying upwards. However, she always remembered that she was Miss Xiao Jialiu and a famous socialite with talent and beauty in the minds of many people. Therefore, even if she was in a good mood, she was still gentle and decent when talking to people in the literary world, without showing her almost floating heart.

Seeing that his sixth daughter had a lot of calls, Mr. Xiao couldn't help but be curious. When asked, he found out that his daughter had another name, he was very happy, "We have a lot of girls, but you are the only one who has a promising future, and the rest..."

He sighed, too lazy to say anything more.

Miss Xiao Liu smiled and said, "Everyone has something that they are good at. Several sisters are not good at writing articles, maybe they are good at other things."

Mr. Xiao sneered, "Where did they get their strengths? They were either arrogant or timid, so they were raised in vain!"

Miss Xiao Liu's smile became deeper, but she sighed, "Dad, I remember that Qimei seems to be a smart person, if she is still there, she will definitely be able to be successful."

Mr. Xiao waved his hand, "Don't mention her. It is said that he has a good appearance, but it is useless. He asked the Zheng family to divorce his wife first and then go out to throw away the house, which has lost all the face of our family. She has lived in the country since she was a child and has no education. She must be so vulgar. Although your sisters in our family are not outstanding enough, they are still excellent compared to her."

When Miss Xiao Liu heard such praise, she remembered the call she had just received, and her little heart was so excited that she trembled.

According to this situation, many people in the literary world probably would not support her tomorrow.

She also read the articles that support Xiao Yao, but did not take them seriously. There are many schools of literature. As long as the school that supports her can grow and push her to a higher level, that is enough.

With such a beautiful mood, Miss Xiao Liu ushered in the second day.

She ordered milk with bread for breakfast, then picked up the newspaper and read it happily.

However, the result disappointed her. The irony and criticism that came to her face made her heart fall down like a lead block, falling down and falling into the cold snow cave.

"Xiao Liu is indeed only worthy of writing boudoir articles. In her spare time, she complained without any illness, which is her most elegant face. If she is lucky, she complained without any illness, which can make people feel sincerely pity. If she is not sick or disaster, it will make people feel bored and have no way to pity, and she will go to find her pitiful face to touch her feelings."

Miss Xiao Liu was so angry that she almost exploded when she saw this one, and she felt endless ashamed, which made him feel that she had been stripped naked and placed in the crowd.

When the ladies next to them saw her purple face, they became curious and started to inquire.

Miss Xiao Liu quickly calmed down and made some excuses, then buried her head in breakfast, but after all, she was in a bad mood. After drinking a few sips of milk, she couldn't eat anything. She hurriedly got up and went back to her room.

Standing in front of the mirror and looking at his pretty face in the mirror, Miss Liu started to cry.

Since she was born, she has never suffered such grievances and humiliation as she has today. She really doesn't understand why she just criticized the novel normally and encountered such a thing.

After crying for a while, Miss Xiao Liu regained her mood, went downstairs to take the newspaper back to the room, and plucked up the courage to read all the comments of the more famous author.

She was sadly aware that many people praised Xiaoyao, saying that this prescription was good and good at fighting poison, and also called on all writers to write novels with the new six paths of reincarnation created by Xiaoyaoke as the background, expand its influence, and create another set of new religious rules to convince the world and consolidate Xiaoyaoke's achievements.

As for the crime of blasphemy of religion, he fought back in a few words and mocked him.

Miss Xiao Liu felt very sad and angry, so she immediately went back to her room and wrote a comment, intending to continue submitting it tomorrow.

Mr. Zheng and Mrs. Zheng were also swearing and were so angry that they were half angry that they began to think about using their influence to secretly find literati from their own faction to write articles to refute these people who are free and easy to call on.

But before the people they were looking for had time to comment, some newspapers and magazines were like mushrooms after a rain, and many novels were set in the new Six Paths of Reincarnation.

The second comment written by Miss Xiao Liu was scolded again. Even if someone supported her, she still couldn't stand it.

A few days later, another reporter interviewed the opera troupe who was acting in the suburbs of Beijing and reported on what responses did "The Winner of the Back House" cause in the town as a script?

Looking at the reporter's report, many ignorant village women began to discuss the new six realms of reincarnation, and one of them was beaten every day and ran away!

Such news has caused a carnival among the supporters of Xiaoyaoke, who believe that this means that someone has awakened. As long as everyone continues to work hard, more and more people will awaken.

Another week later, good news came from all over the country.

An old-style woman who was divorced in the newspaper left her husband's house, opened a handicraft workshop with her dowry, and recruited some homeless women.

A concubine registered in the newspaper that she had broken off from her husband on the grounds of monogamy.

Many widows remarried one after another.

Some old-school forces were very panicked about this and immediately wrote an article to criticize, believing that such behaviors could easily cause chaos in the world. Men are not men, women are not women, and chaos is in chaos.

However, such brilliant achievements made many new people ecstatic. They praised this good recipe for using poison to fight poison, and wished to hold Xiaoyaoke to the altar in praise!

Miss Xiao Liu and the Zheng couple found that Xiaoyaoke's reputation was getting bigger and bigger, and was praised by many literary giants to an insurmountable height, and they were in a depressed mood.

Soon, the new people learned that in addition to writing novels, Xiaoyaoke also wrote this novel into a script and asked his friends to help the opera-seeking troupe perform in various places. He was deeply impressed and also did his best to help, hoping to eliminate feudal superstitions.

Novels set in the new Six Paths of Reincarnation are adapted into scripts and are then given free performances to opera troupes everywhere.

This has become a national movement!

At this moment, a newspaper published an article praising Xiaoyaoke.

After Xiaoyaoke used the prescription for poison to fight poison, he praised her countless articles, so it is actually commonplace to publish another article, and it is no big deal.

But this literary giant has a high status and he never praises others easily.

Like this time, I wrote an article to praise Xiaoyaoke, which is once a century!

At this moment, no matter who likes Xiaoyaoke or not, they all wrote down the name Xiaoyaoke in their hearts and affirmed again that a new star in the literary world is rising.

The literati were very excited and wanted to know more about Xiaoyaoke, but after checking, they found that there was basically no information about Xiaoyaoke!

As a result, an activity of "finding Xiaoyaoke" was launched in the literary world, and everyone wanted to know who Xiaoyaoke was.

They found Zhang Rui, but they had no choice but to learn that Zhang Rui was not Xiaoyaoke, but just a person responsible for sending articles.

The reporters asked Zhang Rui who Xiaoyaoke was, but Zhang Rui kept silent and just refused to answer.

Xiaoyaoke has become the most famous and mysterious writer in the literary world!

Miss Xiao Liu looked at Xiaoyaoke, and then remembered the great loss she suffered in this debate and her reputation was damaged, and her heart was immediately cut off.

Mr. Xiao complained to her, saying that she was not aware of her own weight. At first, she expressed her high opinions and attracted attention. She should not post the second article. As a human being, no matter how men and women, you need to judge the situation, rather than going all the way to the dark.

Miss Xiao Liu was tired of Mr. Xiao chatting like this, but due to filial piety and money, she still endured it. She listened carefully, and occasionally nodded, playing a good daughter with ten percent.

Xiao Yao was thousands of miles away and had poor communication, so she didn't know how "The Winner of the Back" performed and whether she was scolded.

Until I received a telegram from Zhang Rui and Xiao Fang.

Zhang Rui's telegram told her that "The Winner of the House" won the victory, and its method of fighting poison with poison has gained wide recognition. Many people wrote novels based on her new Six Paths of Reincarnation, and changed them into scripts for free, giving them to various opera troupes to perform on stage, hoping to accumulate the amount and stack the leap of quality. Xiao Yao himself also shined in the literary world, establishing his position in the literary world with two novels that saw the small.

Xiao Yao could be regarded as comfort and dare not believe them all.

But Xiao Fang's telegram made her ecstatic.

Xiao Fang asked, will the misfortune of life in the world really affect the underworld? Is it said in the book that a woman is not worse than a man? If a woman wants to remarry, will she really not be disbanded in half and distributed to her two husbands?

Xiao Yao answered these questions one by one with an ecstatic mood.

From Xiao Fang’s questions, she can be sure that her method of using poison to fight poison has really worked!

Because she was too excited, she left a little anxiously when she went to class.

Suddenly, her eyes turned black and her nose hurt. She crashed into a hard embrace.

Xiao Yao apologized while retreating, then looked up at the person he hit. As soon as he raised his eyes, he bumped into a pair of deep and sharp eyes.

The master with sharp eyes nodded at her and quickly walked away with his long legs.

When the man walked away, the female classmate next to Xiao Yao said,

"That was a new classmate. I heard that his family was quite powerful and sent him to the gilded man. He was going to West Point Military Academy, but because his language was not up to standard, he came to our temporary language class to learn language first. He was very handsome, but he was too rough and didn't talk much, so many girls were a little afraid of him."

Xiao Yao remembered the sharp eyes, nodded, and smiled and said, "Look at me, he didn't lose his temper, it shows that he has a good temper."

The female classmate smiled and said, "Maybe there is another reason. That is because you are the one who bumped into him."

Xiao Yao shrugged helplessly, "I think he is not that kind of person."

"So what kind of person do you think I am?" A low and thick voice sounded, in Chinese language.

Xiao Yao raised his head and saw that it was the sharp eyes just now, and he suddenly felt a fever on his face.

She never likes to discuss others behind her back, but she didn't expect that she was heard by her master for the first time.

Seeing that the master was forcing her to look at her, she had to say, "You are a person who has principles and will not lose your temper. For example, if someone accidentally hits you, as long as you can be sure that the person is indeed not intentional, you will not be angry. I'm right?"

The master with sharp eyes smiled, and his face suddenly turned into a melting glacier, and a few tenderness appeared, "No."
To be continued...