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As expected, after his speech, he immediately caused controversy among a group of writers.

Regardless of the writers in the popular and orthodox circles, some people seem to understand the concept of "martial arts" put forward by Jin Guliang, and some simply think that this concept is ridiculous and whimsical.

As a result, some people began to "point" Ye Chen's remarks in order to "brush their faces" at this large-scale literary conference.

In the current context, most writers believe that martial arts novels have always been popular and cannot be related to orthodoxy, and there seems to be no intersection between the two.

Whether most people have not studied martial arts in depth, or whether martial arts are in a downturn now, the impression of martial arts novels in everyone's hearts is like this, which is a unilateral and undeniable fact.

In the criticism team, a young historical writer named Wen Tianyi didn't know whether it was for the sake of brushing his face or for a responsible attitude, so he stood up and spoke excitedly, and retorted with a sneer: "No matter how martial arts novels are transformed, they can't get rid of the popular framework, and popular and pure are equivalent to two time and space, just like the plot of time and space in hard science fiction novels, which are incompatible (existing science proves that time and space are completely bluffing children). “

The tone of this person's voice is as if what he is saying is the truth, the tone is affirmative, and what he says is the same as the truth.

"If the two are mixed, then the ox is not like the ox, and the horse is not like the horse. And according to what Mr. Jin said, 'martial arts' can find a way out for today's sluggish martial arts market. Personally, I want to say that there are actually many martial arts writers who are trying this path, but the funny thing is that most of them have created martial arts prose poems or pure martial arts that no one can understand, and only they can understand. Mr. Jin Guliang, you should know more about this than I do!"

In the words, the sentences are sonorous but hidden edges.

"Mr. Wen, I think you may have taken my point out of context, martial arts is not simply the use of words and writing techniques, but mainly the depth and breadth of the theme. On the podium, Ye Chen's face was calm, and he replied with a ritualistic smile.

"The depth of the subject? Hehe, with all due respect, for example, would you ask martial arts to tell the three philosophical questions of life: 'Where are you from?' What are you going to do?' Wen Tianyi was a fat man with golden eyes, and he spoke with a stern face, and continued: "The creation of martial arts novels is not for you to tell you any philosophy of life and the righteousness of the country, the ultimate goal is to tell a good story, if a martial arts novel has no wonderful story, tell you the truth of life, do you still read it? It's just nonsense, ridiculous! Unreasonable!"

"Mr. Wen, did you brush your teeth this morning?" On the podium, after listening to the other party's spitting and starry arguments, Ye Chen suddenly said something unexpectedly.

The participating writers, who were watching and listening to the argument between the two, were stunned.

"What do you mean?" the fat writer was also puzzled, not knowing what to mean.

"I want to say that your tone seems to be a little special today, so you go back and wash up again. Ye Chenpi didn't smile, and he couldn't stop saying such a sentence in the lobby of one of the highest-level conferences in the domestic writers' circle.

Those who understand will know the meaning of this sentence as soon as they hear it.

There was an uproar at the conference.

And in a certain seat in the writer's seat, Guo Jingming looked at the stage, his face was surprised, and his eyes immediately showed a bit of playfulness, it seemed that there was a good show to watch.

At the conference, the love seemed to be ignited all of a sudden, and the media cameras clicked wildly.

"Jin Guliang, what are you talking about, why are you scolding?" Wen Tian roared angrily at the position, and the fat on his face trembled violently.

"Comrade Wen, did you hear it wrong, how can there be any words to scold you in my words, don't you bother to ask everyone present!" Ye Chen waved his hand, made an innocent look, and looked around.

"You say my tone" Wen Tianyi was about to blush and argue, but was interrupted by a voice: "Mr. Jin, good people are kind and talkative, everyone is engaged in academic discussions, what you just said is a bit excessive, right?"

The spearhead was pointed at Ye Chen, and the person who spoke was Zhou Guoguo, a young writer who had won the 'Maoton' award, probably in his thirties, with a thin figure, black-framed glasses, and thinning hair, like half an old man.

At this time, he frowned slightly, he had always been strict and old-fashioned, and he was very disgusted by Ye Chen's scolding appearance at this kind of national standard literary conference, which seemed very exaggerated and unpleasant. At the same time, as the 'leader' of the traditional circle of on-site participants, he intervened.

"Mr. Zhou, I think you also understand that since it is an academic discussion, it is necessary to show respect for the views put forward by each writer, and it is okay to criticize and point out shortcomings. What nonsense, ridiculous, unreasonable, I don't think Mr. Wen Tianyi and I have much enmity or resentment!" Ye Chenpi smiled and said the anger in his heart.

To be honest, he feels a bit hard-mouthed now.

"Mr. Wen Tianyi has always been like this in academic discussions, he is straightforward and fast-talking, and it is easy to say that he does not agree with the views, and Mr. Jin is inclusive. Zhou Guoli raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and his tone softened a little.

Hehe, I'm sorry, then I was also straightforward just now, I hope Mr. Wen Tianyi and everyone here will bear with me. Ye Chen's face was normal, he smiled faintly, and after speaking, he hurriedly walked off the podium.

"You" Wen Tian in the writer's seat choked up, and then sat down with an ugly face. At the same time, Zhou Guoguo also raised his eyebrows, and there was no afterword, and the dispute at a meeting ended in a hurry.

At the same time, Ye Chen, who got off the podium, was sweating a little behind his back.

To tell the truth, he clearly knew that he had just been too impulsive, and he had made the mistake of a newcomer.

As a newcomer, it was the first time for him to participate in a literary conference of this standard, and for the first time to speak to outstanding young writers in various fields across the country. A completely unfamiliar model, an unfamiliar crowd, and a scene that he had never encountered before, was "besieged by speech" by a group of "Confucian scholars", and he was very uncomfortable, only to be ignited by one of the "fuses" with the most fierce reactions, and said something that was not on the stage

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