On October 6, under the urging of Wang Xin and Heng Yicheng, He Qin embarked on a journey to Tianjing again, a backpack and a computer.

"Let's go, let's go eat first. Heng Yicheng hugged He Qin's shoulders affectionately, this was the most comfortable period since he took over Heinz Bookstore, and the fat man in Phantom City Bookstore was beaten by him in the face.

After lunch, He Qin was dragged by Heng Yicheng and Wang Xin to those legendary luxury clothing stores to choose clothes for the party.

"Are you sure you want to make such a big move?" Under the shaking of the head of the two, He Qin took off a black leather coat.

"Of course it's worth it, it's a party at the world's bookstore, an induction ceremony for the Hall of Fame!" Wang Xin nodded heavily.

"Although I am very unhappy with this mountain pressing on my chest, I have to say that the party of the World Bookstore is worth taking seriously, maybe you don't feel anything now, but when you walk the red carpet, you will find a difference. Heng Yicheng sighed approvingly.

"Alright, that's it. He Qin really didn't feel anything, but he couldn't be as sportswear as he was written in those novels, which is respect.

He Qin finally chose the white shirt, black slacks, and white sneakers that he tried at the beginning, which best matched his young face.

After picking out the clothes, of course, he cleaned up his appearance, and Heng Yicheng's exclusive makeup artist helped him tidy it up, looking at the dazzling makeup tools, He Qin finally understood why those film and television stars looked so perfect in the show, there is nothing that magical makeup can't solve, if there is, it's just that the makeup artist's craftsmanship is not at home, change a makeup artist.

The makeup artist just helped He Qin gently take care of his hair and eyebrows, but it made his whole person look different, a little handsome.

"Thank you, Sister Lin. Hooking the corners of his mouth and smiling, He Qin was very satisfied with his appearance.

The woman called Sister Lin smiled at He Qin and said politely.

"Let's go, I'll take you to meet a senior and take care of you during the party. Getting up from his chair, Wang Xin opened the door.

The predecessors in Wang Xin's mouth live in this hotel, "Introduction, this is the iron pestle, the iron pestle, this is Dugu." "This is a fat man of 1.78 meters, with a shiny big bald head that people can't ignore if they want to.

"Hello, Iron Pestle-senpai. Compared with He Qin, the iron pestle is indeed the predecessor of the martial arts circle, known as the last backbone of martial arts, the martial arts of the iron pestle has not stepped out of the traditional martial arts circle, but the writing is very good, with enough rich experience, and can always write amazing places, so he has become the only martial arts author who has sold more than one million in the past ten years.

"Haha... Don't be polite, just call me Tie Pestle or Big Brother, you can be regarded as earning a lot of face for our martial arts circle this time. The iron pestle patted He Qin on the shoulder.

He Qin rubbed his shoulders, this is how Tie Pestle greets, "Brother Tie Pestle, have you practiced martial arts?"

"Haha... This can be seen, and it is worthy of being able to write "Sword and Demon Otherworldly"!"

"..."Is it that I can see it, it's because you shoot people with too much strength, although your hands are bigger than usual, and your strength must be greater, but there are not many people like you.

"The iron pestle is a lay disciple of the Shaolin Temple, and he has practiced the iron sand palm, just like the vajra palm you wrote in the sword demon. Seeing the depression on He Qin's face, Wang Xin smiled.

"Dugu, come, this is my new book, how about taking a look?" Tie Pestle pulled He Qin into the room and handed over a stack of manuscripts.

"Aren't you here to listen to the experience?"

"Brother Tie Pestle, if you evaluate it according to ten points, I can only give you 7 points for this novel. He Qin still opened the novel.

Hearing 7 points, Tie Pestle's expression turned out to be smiling, He Qin was stunned for a moment, but immediately figured out that "Sword and Demon Otherworld" gave him a lofty status in the martial arts circle.

"Don't you think 7 points is good, it's a pity, it's a very low score, friendship score, 4 points are for your writing, 2 points are for your description of the fight scenes, and the remaining 1 point is for your characterization, 0 points for creativity. He Qin unceremoniously knocked the iron pestle, a novel called A Sword Across the World, to the floor.

"Boom..."Neither Tie Pestle nor Wang Xin had ever seen He Qin look so sharp.

"Since I have said this, let's talk about martial arts, in my eyes, martial arts is a literary genre with very limited space, and all martial arts novels can be summarized as such a framework: the last years of the dynasty or the undercurrent of court struggle, the vendetta of the rivers and lakes involves the conspiracy of martial arts, Martial arts men and women love and hate entanglement, space is limited, then the author's ability to control the text will be very high, whether it is known for describing the fascinating plot, or describing the artistic conception of the good at the sword, their writing skills are very solid, their novels are difficult to surpass the classics. ”

Tilting the sword and the long river are two mountains that are difficult for martial arts to cross, although the moon worship is strong, there is only one "Night Lonely City", there are such two mountains in the heart, then few authors can jump out of their circle.

Compared with the martial arts of He Qin's world, the martial arts of this world can be said to be too orthodox, the distinction between good and evil is too clear, and all the protagonists are almost absolutely good, He Qin deeply analyzes the limitations of this way of writing.

"Brother Tie Pestle, your novel has not escaped this circle, but it is understandable, however, you can try different ways of writing, such as humorous martial arts, no longer limited to the traditional chivalrous and righteous protagonist character, add some shortcomings, such as evil, such as bad, the protagonist's name can be called an idiot, Wang Xiaobad, the protagonist does absurd, in order to worship the famous teacher, constantly jumping off the cliff, leading to a series of ridiculous stories, these can be written. ”

"The most important thing is that Brother Huangxin, Brother Tie Pestle, don't distinguish good and evil so clearly, the rivers and lakes are a battlefield, the so-called good and evil are just two different interests, the protagonist can be a decent disciple, or the great demon king of the Demon Sect, my life is up to me. ”

"Taught!" Tie Pestle stood up and bowed solemnly to He Qin.

"Brother Tie Pestle, don't be so serious, the best way to test a work is to let readers understand, so Li Juyi wrote poems to his grandmother, Brother Tie Pestle can also post novels on the Internet like me, I have a hunch that online writing will become the most popular way of writing in the future, whether it is urban, martial arts, or other, readers will slowly get used to reading on the Internet, we can call it online articles. ”

"Yes, webtext. He Qin still couldn't help but throw out the concept of the online text, the golden sunlight shone in from the windowsill, whether it was the iron pestle, Wang Xin, or Hengyi CD was shocked by He Qin's words, no one paid attention to He Qin's changing face.