Writing martial arts, Huo Yaowen thought about it when he was reborn, originally his earliest idea, the first book was not to write "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", but to learn from the martial arts of later generations and conceive a book by himself.

But at that time, I was not very good at depicting fights, so I wrote "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", which is a suspenseful and terrifying tomb robbery theme.

But after more than a year of writing, Huo Yaowen's writing has improved a lot, and if you rely on creativity to write martial arts, it's not impossible.

So after hearing Shen Baoxin's strong invitation, coupled with the fact that he had promised to write a manuscript and hand it to Ming Pao, Huo Yaowen thought for a moment and nodded and agreed: "Yes, but this is the return of the manuscript promised to Mr. Cha last time." ”

"Haha, it's nature. Shen Baoxin laughed.

Jin Yong was still surprised by the concept of the Broken Void, and couldn't help but open his mouth again and asked, "Mr. Huo, has the Broken Void been separated from the concept of martial arts?"

Huo Yaowen pondered for a few seconds, shook his head and said: "You can write in the direction of the lord of Haizhu Building, but I think that the Broken Void is different from the legend of Shushan, which tells the story of Xianxia, not the story of martial arts. ”

The division of various genres in later generations is relatively clear, Xianxia, martial arts, fantasy, etc., but at the moment there are only martial arts and Xianxia, and the concept of Xianxia is still relatively shallow.

Jin Yong thought about it after hearing this, when he wrote about loneliness and defeat, he had already imagined the character of loneliness and defeat in his heart as the first in the world, the real first in the world, the pinnacle of kendo throughout the ages.

If there was the idea of shattering the void at the time, I think I might have added this paragraph.

Gu Long took a sip of wine, and he asked, "What is the world like after the shattered void?

"It depends on how you write it. ”

Huo Yaowen smiled: "It may be the fairy world, it may be a different world on the other side, the one who shatters the void, maybe everything needs to start all over again." ”

Change the map!

It's a normal thing.

But in the ears of Jin Yong, Gu Long, Wo Longsheng and others, they heard a different idea.

Wo Longsheng has the most ideas, after hearing Huo Yaowen's words, his heart moved, but he thought of an idea, when he writes a book in the future, maybe he can learn from this routine, let the protagonist break the void, and start over, the weakest people in that world are even more powerful than the strongest people in the original world.

Just briefly talked about the idea of changing the map, Huo Yaowen didn't expect that a year later, when Wo Longsheng wrote "The Legend of Shenzhou Heroes", Wang Yizhong, the son of the master of the Golden Sword Gate, after destroying the Demon Dao in the unification of the righteous path, shattered the void and arrived in another world

After the end of the sci-fi meeting.

Gu Long, a good drinker, dragged Huo Yaowen and Jin Yong and others, saying that he wanted to find a restaurant, or go to Lichi to fight for another 300 rounds.

Huo Yaowen didn't want to go, he had to go to the company in the afternoon, but under the warm invitation of Gu Long, Wo Longsheng and others, he also smiled and nodded and agreed.

When the group came out of the Regal Hotel, they went directly to the nearest Yong Kee Restaurant, ordered a table full of dishes, and began to talk about the broken void that Huo Yaowen mentioned before.

Huo Yaowen didn't drink much, but Gu Long drank a lot, he finally understood why Gu Long drank alcohol later and drank himself to death, this is too good to drink, liquor and beer are mixed, others don't drink it, drink it yourself, and from beginning to end, you can see Gu Long in that ton and ton.

After the end of the game, Gu Long was still drunk and said that he was going to carry out the next round, which made Huo Yaowen how to bear it, found an excuse and quickly slipped away, didn't even drive the car, stopped a taxi and went back to school.

In the evening, I went back to the dormitory.

Maybe it was because he drank a little wine, not only did he not feel a little sleepy, but it made Huo Yaowen feel a lot more energetic, sat at the desk, picked up the pen, took a sip of strong tea, and wrote "The Devil of the Tang Dynasty".

If you want to write martial arts that shatter the void, then Datang Shuanglong is the best, although Huo Yaowen has not read the original book, and he can't remember the words of the TV series for a long time, but as long as the general context is remembered, what he conceived himself is not necessarily worse than Huang Yi, so he changed his name to Datang Heavenly Demon Zhi.

After spending half an hour writing part of the outline, Huo Yaowen's drunkenness came up, and he lay on the bed in a daze and fell asleep deeply

The next morning, the University of Hong Kong, the first class of the Department of Philosophy.

"Alright, that's it for today's lesson. ”

Huo Yaowen raised his hand and glanced at his watch, there were only a few minutes before the end of class, and in the last few minutes, he assigned this month's task, turned around and picked up chalk and wrote a line on the blackboard: "On the problem of trams"

"I'm sure many of you have seen the tram problem mentioned in the school newspaper recently, which is an idea put forward by the British philosopher Philippa Ford. At the World Congress of Philosophy more than a month ago, many internationally renowned philosophers expressed many different views on this tram problem, and today I will take it as the topic of this week. ”

As soon as the words fell, I only heard the bell of the end of class ringing with the "jingle bell".

Huo Yaowen put down the chalk, clapped his palms and said, "Okay, let's get out of class." ”

Suddenly, one of the people stood up and shouted, "Teacher Huo!"

"What's wrong?" Huo Yaowen stopped his steps to leave, staring at this person, it was Zhang Yingying.

Zhang Yingying smiled and asked, "Why don't you use the brain in the jar you proposed to do this week's project?"

As early as before the start of the semester, Zhang Yingying transferred to the Department of Philosophy, and with her was Xu Anhua, who also transferred from the Department of Literature.

Huo Yaowen smiled: "This is more profound, when you figure out the problem of the tram, the next time it will be the brain in the tank." Okay, class is over, let's go to lunch early, don't wait for a while and you won't be able to eat any good food. ”

Suddenly, the students in the classroom ran away and went straight to the cafeteria.

As soon as Huo Yaowen walked out of the classroom, Zhang Yingying took Xu Anhua's arm and walked over, stopped Huo Yaowen, and said, "Teacher Huo, have you had time lately? ”

"There may not be time lately. Huo Yaowen shook his head, and as soon as he refused, he found that the two of them looked disappointed, thought about him and said, "You two have good results recently, keep it up, and I will invite you to dinner next time I have time." ”

"Really?!" Zhang Yingying was overjoyed.

Xu Anhua on the side was also bright.

"Of course, you guys should go to dinner early, the teacher has something to do. ”

"Okay then, goodbye, Mr. Huo. ”

Huo Yaowen saw his second daughter leave, chuckled, and walked towards the office, not long after class ended, there were only a few teachers in the office who had not classed, he put down the textbook, took out the car keys from the drawer, and prepared to go out of school again.

Since Litu sent a telegram last week saying that "1999" had been shortlisted for the Hugo Award, Huo Yaowen also successfully finished writing "Virtual World" in the past two days, so he thought about mailing it to the United States, asking Litu to help run it and negotiate a new book cooperation with Bantan Book Publishing Company