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Volume 1: Leaving a Name in the Literary World Chapter 18: The Road to Stardom Begins with Literature Opening the Road

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    When Chen Mo was forty years old, he met a friend after returning home to recuperate. According to him, he was an authentic third-generation red man who didn't like the position assigned to him by his family and wanted to create his own career.  So in the wave of people going to sea in 1995, he also jumped in and opened a publishing house with a resounding name - "Tiantian Ba ??Sing" Publishing House.  It's a pity that Mr. Lang is young. If it weren't for the support of his family, he might have been shot to death on the beach long ago.

    Although Chen Mo and the third-generation red man named Zhang Hongyuan have only met seven or eight times, Chen Mo, who is already highly skilled in facial recognition, can still judge this person's temperament: perseverance, sincerity, domineering, and loyalty!  This is the advantage that Chen Mo can see. Of course, the disadvantage is also great: if you deviate from the norm, you will be punished!

    There are no courier companies such as ZTO and STO at present. There is only the post office as the only mailing place.  After walking for more than 30 miles, although he was not tired, he was still a little bored. Chen Mo spent 30 cents to get on the only bus in Feng City - go wherever you can make more money, such as the city center.  Fortunately, the post office is not far from the city center, only a ten-minute walk away.

    When the postman saw Chen Mo taking out a thick stack of homework books from his military green schoolbag, he was a little strange and teased: "Little brother, isn't your teacher who lives out of town asking you to mail him his winter vacation homework?"

    Chen Mo said: "Sister, you are joking. This is a novel I wrote and I want to send it to the publishing house." After saying this, he smiled gently, and his shining teeth made the young female staff member's heart skip a beat.  Next, his face couldn't help but become rosy.

    But she was stunned immediately. After listening to Chen Mo's words, she looked at a stack of homework books with the words "Kunlun Shang" written on the cover, and asked incredulously: "Little brother, can't there be so many of them?"  You wrote it, right?"

    Chen Mo smiled "shyly" and said, "Thanks for your kind words, I managed to write it out after a lot of trouble."

    The female staff member slapped her forehead and shouted "Oh my god" and said: "We have a young writer in Feng City! No, you have to sign your name for me. Maybe I won't be able to see you after you become famous."  By the way, when I'm poor, I sell your first autograph. How much will it cost?" The following words were obviously joking. As she spoke, she laughed first.

    After filling in each other¡¯s addresses and names, paying money, weighing items, etc., after half an hour, Chen Mo, who was sweating profusely, finally got everything done.  Chen Mo couldn't help but vomit: "Did my wife teach me how to do things at the post office? It's too much trouble!"

    When he finally walked out of the post office, with everyone looking at the gorilla, he "ran away" impatiently.  Behind him, the female employee named Chang Meili was shaking a notebook and saying goodbye to him.

    Chang Meili looked at the title page of her personal diary and saw that her name was written in a thin gold body like steel.  The two lines of blessings below, "There are always women standing tall in heaven and earth, only beauty is rich in color" are written with flying dragons and phoenixes. They look messy and abnormal, but it is this mess that expresses the unruly personality of going forward, and also writes the words that make Chang Meili blush.  The praise made her fascinated.

    Chang Meili looked at the title page of the notebook she just bought in her hand with brilliant eyes, and her mood was hard to calm down.  Born in a family where everyone loves calligraphy, Chang Meili not only has a good appearance, but also has good calligraphy skills with soft and hard pens. However, compared with the boy's message in the notebook, it is far behind!

    Under the title page of the notebook is the pen name signature of the young man named Chen Mo - "Chen Jiusheng". It is also written in cursive, but it is not as messy as the blessings above. Instead, it gives people a sense of elegance and mystery like a painting.  , but upon closer inspection, aren't the three words "Kunlun Night" exactly his own sketch?

    "Genius!" Chang Meili's eyes were blurry for a while. She believed that this young man would definitely become a literary giant in New China. She Chang Meili looked forward to that day!  Of course, if a reporter interviews her, maybe she won't be missed, right?

    With a good mood, Chang Meili hid her notebook and then returned to her post. While accepting the good-natured teasing from her colleagues, she counterattacked inappropriately.

    Although Chen Mo has experienced days of being noticed, this kind of "being noticed" that obviously does not belong to his "professional" makes him feel a little panicked. Of course, he is more happy.

    But what made Chen Mo even more delighted was that a trace of power that was so subtle that it could hardly be detected with spiritual consciousness wrapped around his body, and was then absorbed by the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows. It seemed that there was a real sense of refreshment coming from his body.  Feeling the message in the power of faith, Chen Mo could clearly sense that it was from a girl named Chang Meili.

    Chen Mo was surprised by his change and couldn't help but said to himself: "It's so exaggerated. It seems that the old man doesn't feel faith.The existence of the power can only be passively and inexplicably absorbed, let alone where and who this power of faith comes from!  "

    Time actually passes very quickly, but the waiting days are the longest. Fortunately, Chen Mo has other things to worry about, such as practicing Taoism. Although there are several levels of Taoism, the old man said that practicing Taoism now may be different from that in ancient times.  , because there are many examples in ancient times of "one enlightenment, one rises to the sky", but now, or even for hundreds of years, there has never been such a situation. It seems that the way of heaven cannot be noticed by people, and it seems that it is the door to ascend to the fairy world.  was closed.

    However, Chen Mo can always vaguely feel that there is something inexplicable filling every corner of the world, like threads, invisible and qualityless, untouchable, and unmoldable.  From the descriptions in "Tao Zang" and even various classics, it seems that the way of heaven is omnipotent, has no desires, and is indifferent and elegant. However, what Chen Mo vaguely saw was that it exuded an aura of decay, a silence, or like winter.  The big tree is extremely withered, but there is life blooming inside, waiting for the warm wind to blow.

    "Is it the way of heaven? I seem to be sick? Or is it hibernation?" Chen Mo couldn't figure it out, because after calming down, what he perceived with his spiritual consciousness was not just flowers in the mist, but more like the water of the Yellow River.  Fishing there is just a matter of chance.

    "Come on! It's better to retreat and build a net than to fish in the abyss. Practicing martial arts trains the body, and cultivating the Tao trains the mind. No matter what happens in the world, cultivate yourself first!" Chen Mo was no longer obsessed with the way of heaven.  Instead of exploring, I calmed down and reflected on my past.

    During his leisure time, Chen Mo would either write a piece of "Kunlun's Sorrow", or play with the erhu he brought back from the old man's place, "squeaking and twisting", which was also a lot of fun.  ;

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