Chapter 148 of the main text: Three famous masters

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Today's people, it is difficult to understand what is precious about a steamed bun.

But those who were in the midst of famine a few decades ago experienced it firsthand.

Today's people are equally difficult to understand what is so good about a novel about a divorce stream.

But a few years ago, there was a novel that achieved the strongest achievement in the history of online literature with the flow of divorce.

The rabbits of this world are in this state of "famine".

Such a cliché plot as destroying the door, as long as it is well written, many people still like it......

……

The results of the college entrance examination have already come out, and on the Internet, those full-score essays and zero-score essays are also routinely taken out as news.

"Hehe, the development of things is not as scripted as I imagined. There is no zero score, and there is no perfect score......" Lin Mu laughed twice, and his confidence was a little hit.

Maybe it's because the marking teacher is kind-hearted and doesn't want to deny the fate of a candidate so rashly.

Or maybe the teacher didn't care about it at all, and just regarded this essay as an ordinary essay with a negative review.

There were too many reasons, and Lin Mu didn't pay any more attention to them.

It's just that if you don't pay attention, it doesn't mean that things are calm.

Inside the teacher, this essay has already turned the questioner into a joke.

……

Harbour City.

In a high-grade apartment with a lot of space, the war was rampant and casually threw the "Story Club" in his hand on the table.

I have to say that when writing a novel, talent plays a big role.

Jin Daxia and Mr. Hanyu were famous when they first published the book, and they became famous at a young age.

On the contrary, those old authors who boast of how many years they have written books will not be able to get ahead in their lives.

Like this military disaster, looking at the age, it is only twenty**, but in the martial arts world, it has been so overwhelming that those old authors can't turn over and become one of the top gods.

""Smiling Proud Jianghu" is a waste of fame! Don't worry!" The military disaster is rampant and laughs.

The person opposite is an old editor who is responsible for the publication of his novels and has been working with him for many years.

The old editor nodded: "The cliché of destroying the door, it seems that a one-page novel is definitely not mature in terms of plot arrangement." However, the next people we should pay attention to, in addition to Xiao Xuan and Li Xiaoliang, there are other novelists!"

According to the rules, a novel is divided into three volumes: the first, middle, and lower volumes, the first volume in July, the middle volume in September, and the second volume in November. The novels of the three of you will be published in August, which means that the sales of the first novels will be a month behind the other novels......"

The soldier walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the busy people outside the street, and didn't care: "That's it, I have a hunch that Li Xiaoliang should have an ......outbreak this time."

……

The three famous artists, the war is rampant in Harbour City, Xiao Xuan is on Wanwan Island, and Li Xiaoliang is on Nanhai Island.

It looks very frustrating, three small islands, each with a famous family, such a big continent, but lagging behind.

The same is true in previous lives.

However, this is normal, after all, the mainland has been plagued by war and turmoil, and the current situation is unstable, how can literati still have the heart to engage in creation?

On the contrary, there are three small islands, where life is relatively comfortable, and it is easier to become a treasure place for the birth of culture.

……

On Wanwan Island, Xiao Xuan, who was in his thirties, looked at the two ink paintings in front of him and was silent.

On the left, a man dressed in an ancient costume with only one arm is depicted.

This man's expression was indifferent and solemn, but his eyes were peaceful, and there were four big characters on it: Poisonous Hand Buddha Heart!

On the right, however, is a vist.

A group of people dragged a rope, the end of which reached into the air, and at the end was something resembling a cloth bag.

The brush in his hand did not fall for a long time, and finally sighed, put the pen aside, and did not continue to draw.

"Still haven't thought about it?" asked a beautiful woman, sitting beside him, with concern.

Xiao Xuan shook his head: "A page of the book really has real skills, "Arhat Demon Magic" gave me a lot of inspiration, but after all, I haven't understood it thoroughly, I can only look at the chance." ”

The beautiful woman comforted: "Don't think about it so much, the story of "Poisonous Hand Buddha's Heart", you have already conceived it, as for the second book, don't rush, take your time......"

Xiao Xuan nodded and didn't speak again.

In my heart, there was a kind of uneasiness.

""The Legend of the City" is strange and unpredictable, and "The Journey of Heroes" is above board, people who can write such two strange books will not be able to conceive a long novel? However, what changes can the fate of a character like Lin Pingzhi have?"

……

The two famous artists both worked hard for the novel.

But Li Xiaoliang on the South China Sea Island is full of relaxation, and anyone can see that he is in a good mood.

His appearance is small, only twenty-five or six, it is a fun time, no wonder he can write so many light-hearted and funny martial arts novels.

"Lao Sun did a good job! That's the style! Haha, this is the blood hook in my mind!

I saw Li Xiaoliang holding a slightly curvature "sword" and smiling from ear to ear.

The boss who sold the sword was accustomed to his appearance and didn't laugh.

"I've ordered a lot of weapons for you before, why are you so happy this time?" asked the shopkeeper curiously.

Li Xiaoliang laughed as he left: "You don't understand! But you will understand soon! Just like you will soon return the money I used to buy a sword!"

Later, the corner of the shopkeeper's mouth twitched, but he did not speak.

Overhead, the signboard of "Sun Taikang Cold Weapon Shop" was motionless......

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The second chapter of "Smiling Proud Jianghu" continues the fate of the "protagonist" Lin Pingzhi.

After escaping, Lin Pingzhi, who was penniless, began to flash bright spots on his body.

Penniless and hungry, but because he cared about the reputation of his ancestors, he saw the longan tree and thought that it was the owner's thing, so he didn't go and take it without telling him.

If this is still his noble son's temper, then the next test reflects the arrogance in his heart.

The original text reads:

He was trained at a young age and knew that the big thieves all changed from small thieves, and the small thieves often stole only a small amount of money, from small to many, and finally accumulated heavy weights, and they couldn't extricate themselves.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on my back, and made up my mind: "One day, my father and I want to revive the prestige of the Fuwei dart game, and the eldest husband must be a man with a firm foothold, and would rather be a beggar than a thief." ”

Lin Pingzhi, who didn't want to be a thief, could only beg, but he was wronged and humiliated.

The peasant woman scolded, and Lin Pingzhi took a step back. The peasant woman scolded and lifted her broom to Lin Pingzhi's face.

Lin Pingzhi was furious, leaned over and flashed, raised his palm and wanted to hit her, and suddenly thought: "I can't beg for food, but I go to beat this stupid woman in the countryside, isn't it a joke?"

Forced to retract this palm, how do you know that the force is great, it is not easy to close the palm, a stumble, the left foot kicked a pile of cow dung, the foot slipped, and the sky fell.

The peasant woman laughed and scolded, "Little thief, teach you to fall well!" A broom slapped him on the head, and then spat on him, and then turned back to the house.

Lin Pingzhi was humiliated by this, and he was indignant, struggling to get up, his face and hands were covered with cow dung.

Just as the wolf was in the middle of the night, the peasant woman came out of the house, took four cooked corn cobs, handed them to him, and scolded him with a smile: "Little devil, let's eat it! God gave birth to you with such a handsome face, which is even better looking than the new daughter-in-law, but you don't study well, you are lazy to eat, and you have a fart?"

Lin Pingzhi was furious and wanted to throw the corn cob out.

The peasant woman laughed and said, "Well, you fall, you fall! You are not afraid of starvation, so you will drop the corn cob and starve you little thief." ”

Lin Ping thought in his heart: "If you want to save your father and mother, take revenge on this big revenge, and revive the Fuwei dart game, you must endure it in the future, and no matter how difficult and shameful things are, you should grit your teeth and endure it fiercely." What's the point of humiliating this country woman?" he said, "Thank you!" and opened his mouth to bite the corn on the cob.

ps: Thank you for the 100 in the countryside, Xiuzhen Bingyan, Tiramisu Yanshao, Shuxian, the thirteenth drop of snow, Liufeng Sword Immortal, and the 1888 reward of 300 catties of tango.

ps2: The last original text is not water, but was added when this chapter was almost written, in order to fully reflect the early image of Lin Pingzhi in the original book.

If it were water, I could have split it in half and make it to the next chapter.

In fact, if it weren't for writing novels, even Shaochong wouldn't know that Lin Pingzhi still had such a side.

I have to say that Lin Pingzhi was driven crazy......