According to the information handed over by the customer service little sister, Wang Jiu left the high tower of the mutual aid club and walked to an exquisite academy.

This academy, located in the center of the city, does not occupy a large area, but uses four introverted exterior walls and half of the library suspended in the air to show the owner's abundant financial resources. Even if he doesn't have a deep understanding of the new world, Wang Ye can see from outside the wall that this novice gift package is undoubtedly extremely generous.

Twenty top-grade spirit stones and a white pine-patterned jade seal are worth at least 50,000 taels of silver according to the data on the mutual aid price manual on the lobby on the first floor of the Mutual Aid Association. Not to mention that for mortals, it is also a considerable wealth for cultivators - of course, newcomers. If this task had not been returned more than three times, the association added a 200% bonus bonus to it, even the generous and well-known tasks would not have issued such a generous reward.

"Hmph, Mount Li, I'm really looking forward to your face full of frustration and reluctance when I go back with a high bonus."

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After a long time after knocking on the door, a middle-aged man with a beard, gray hair, sparse hair on his forehead and black eyes walked out and looked at the dwarf wrapped in a colorful ball in front of him with a suspicious look.

"Well? Who are you? If you are selling fashion, get away."

Wang Jiu handed over a note: "I'm here to copy books."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up: "Ha, text exchange? I admire you... In addition to your handwriting, etc., are you here to copy books! Just use the hand you just wrote this kind of word?"

Wang Jiu handed over another note: "Yes, and if you always like to repeatedly emphasize confirming the same problem, it will only cause unnecessary waste of resources. By the way, I have no paper."

The middle-aged man pursed his lips tightly and raised his head: "This world is so vicious to talented people. Forget it, come in. Anyway, this task has been repeatedly beaten back three times, and I have no more choices... Oh my God, this damn deadline!"

Wang Jiu followed inexplicably, and saw another world in the courtyard. It was clear that it was sunny outside, but the moment he stepped into the courtyard, the surroundings suddenly became dark, and a thick stream of water vapor rushed over.

It was raining heavily in the yard. Except for a cobblestone path from the door to the house, other places were completely flooded by the rain.

"Haha, how about it, the yard I designed myself is perfect for the creators! There is a dim sky, heavy rain all night, and the room is full of bright candlelight. Apart from the deadline, I am not afraid at all!"

While bragging to himself with a tired voice with severe lack of energy, the middle-aged man turned to look at Wang Jiu: "How is it? Even if you are just a newcomer who has just broken through the wind barrier and is so poor that he goes to the Mutual Aid Association to take orders, you should have some feelings when you see this scene. Just say whatever you think of."

Wang Jiu naturally said nothing.

The middle-aged man's expression immediately changed: "Ha, I have nothing to say? There is no word!? The Mutual Aid Association is indeed a group of idiots with no mind! Forget it, go, I don't need idiots to copy my book!"

After saying that, the middle-aged man was about to leave, but he saw the colorful little dwarf motionless and couldn't help but get angry.

"Why, don't want to leave? I feel inexplicably and unfair? You can't even tell the wonderfulness of my yard, so how can you understand the greatness of the works born here? There is no resonance with the works, and what you copied is just ghost painting talismans, which is a great insult to my works! I promulgated hundreds of tasks for public welfare and charity, not to insult myself! Now I understand it? Then get out of here! Tell you that it won't work for me, don't think that I'm just a famous writer, and I will have no power to tie the chicken. I have the cultivation of the rain realm, the rain realm, the rain realm, the rain realm, the rain realm that is surging up and down! Three realms higher than you, it's easy to pinch you to death!"

The middle-aged man roared repeatedly, but Wang Jiu remained motionless. When he was really ready to temporarily put down the creator's gentleness and forcibly expel the ungrateful newcomer, he found that there was a line of words under the feet of the flowery dwarf, which was written in the rain on his toes, and the handwriting was exactly the same as the note just now.

"I've told you that I'm fine."

For a moment, the atmosphere in the venue became a little awkward. The middle-aged man was silent for a long time and suddenly felt very tired.

"Forget it, come with me. I will ask you to copy at least two copies first, and then point out the shortcomings in a reasonable way, and then let you get out of here."

Following the middle-aged man into the house, a cool feeling.

"Although many writers like to write on fire, proper low temperatures can help maintain soberness and stimulate inspiration." The middle-aged man explained a few casually and had already arrived at his study.

Also expanded by the mustard seed and Sumeru technology, the study room is quite vast. Looking around, there are hundreds of bookshelves of various colors, and the books are piled up like mountains. There are dozens of desks filled with pens, ink, paper and inkstone. They are distributed in various locations in the study room, which is obviously conducive to the author's creation anytime and anywhere.

"Okay, there are all four treasures of the study here... Let me copy this book first and let me read it. I'll check it in two hours."

As he said that, the middle-aged man threw a blue book at will, then buried his head in the desk, and ignored Wang Jiu.

Wang Jiu took the book and saw that it was written on it, "The Pros and Disadvantages of Qingyun's Kung Fu", written by Li Jinglun.

Ha, it’s still the Li family!

So I hope this self-proclaimed writer has not shared the mild mentally retarded bloodline in Li Qingming's body...

Wang Jiu found a nearby desk and sat down. He opened the book and started to copy. Because there was a wind gathering array in the sword world to provide energy and several newly built shape-setting arrays, Wang Jiu's hand speed was very fast. He copied most of the books in a moment, but the more he copied the books, the more he felt it was wrong. He had to stop writing and prepare to ask Li Jinglun to confirm.

It was only after stopping writing that Wang Jiu discovered that there was a technical problem here. During the reconstruction of the Sword World, he had not built a sound device, so he could not speak and call like a normal human.

So he had to write his questions on paper, fold them into a flying sword and throw them over.

Hit the back of the head.

Li Jinglun was furious: "What's wrong with you? Haven't you seen me writing a book?"

Wang Jiu continued to lift his pen and write notes.

"Enough, won't you speak! You..." Halfway through the conversation, Li Jinglun had already seen Wang Jiu's note. After a moment of shock, he was even more angry. "What did you say? Is there something wrong with my book?! I am very compassionate and let you copy books in this perfect study environment, and you will copy such a shitty thing!? What are your problems? You, where are you monks? I want to write an article to attack your whole family!"

The second paper flying sword floated over.

Li Jinglun originally planned to use his earth-shaking rain-covering realm to intercept the paper flying sword in the air - for him, he could do it with his strong spiritual consciousness - but his eyes glanced at a set of data on the paper and it immediately frozen.

That number does seem to be a bit problematic.

He spread the paper flying sword silently and read every word on it carefully - the more he reads, the more ugly he looks, how can the person who writes such words get the courage to take over the task of copying books!?

But on the other hand, every word on it was like a bolt from the blue, bombarding his three views.

"In Table 3, Chapter 7, Section 16, there is a calculation error in the calculation formula that indicates the relationship between speed and damage of the Fengyu Sword Technique, as follows..."

Li Jinglun successfully verified the statement on the note in just a blink of an eye.

It was indeed a trivial, but unquestionable... a calculation error. Although it was only one of hundreds of formulas in the whole book, it was particularly conspicuous to be proposed separately at this time.

After a long time, Li Jinglun let out a long sigh, then tore the note apart, accompanied by a fire burning in his palm, completely destroying the body.

Then, he looked calmly and stared at Wang Jiu with his tired eyes like dead fish.

"Do you...know, what are you doing?"

Wang Jiu began to stack the third paper flying sword.

"I don't want you to really answer if you're enough!" Li Jinglun roared, and his voice sank again, "First of all, you have found my omission. When I was writing that formula, the love poem of Sansheng Stone involuntarily emerged in my mind. The inferior and despicable romance writer did ruin the exquisite artistic nature of my works. However, "The Pros and Cons of Qingyun Kung Fu" was a work that I published 5 years ago, a best-selling and successful one, and it was in Qingyun City alone.

More than 200,000 copies sold, not to mention the situation in other regions. I, Li Jinglun, are a best-selling writer known for their exquisite and unique arguments. If I can't make my work perfect, readers will be very, very disappointed with me! So, your discovery means that the number of victims together may reach a major publishing disaster of hundreds of thousands or millions! Your discovery makes millions of readers lose their idols, and this is a crisis of faith! Do you understand?"

Wang Jiu began to fold the fourth paper flying sword.

"I'm just asking questions after enough! You don't need your answer. I really have to ask one question. How can you hide this secret forever?"

Wang Jiu shrugged for no reason.

Li Jinglun explained: "As long as you don't say it, no one cares about the speed and damage of the Fengyu Sword Technique. The sword technique invented 200 years ago should have been lost! And my calculation error is minimal. If you didn't use a red pen to mark the error, I wouldn't even see it myself! So, how can you shut up?"

Wang Jiu thought about it and found that he had no research on this issue. The other party hoped that he would keep the secret, but he didn't plan to tell it out...

After thinking about it, Wang Jiu felt that the person who tied the bell had to untidy it, so he wrote a note and asked.
Chapter completed!