Just as he was thinking like this, he suddenly felt a tightness in his neck, and two cold and soft lips had been imprinted on his lips without warning, and in an instant, they brought him an extremely familiar feeling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Suddenly, Fang Jun only felt that his mind was blank, and when he came back to his senses completely, the woman who kissed him had left, and there was only the smell of him in the whole room.

Fang Yinyin, what do you mean by this, is this the last kiss between us?

Or do you want to tease yourself like you did a year ago?

A complicated thought crossed his heart, and Fang Jun felt that there was something extra in his hand, it was the key to the door of this house, and there was a little pink naughty cat hanging on the key, which originally belonged to Fang Yinyin.

"We're really done!"

In the next two days, Fang Jun didn't think about the events of that night, he left it behind, he bought a lot of ingredients before, so he didn't go out in the past two days, he stayed at home completely, and sat in front of the computer every day to code words.

However, because there was no net cable in this house, he could only use this time to use the code word, but he was not in a hurry to upload the decided Xun Qin Ji.

On the third day, the people from the mobile company finally came, because there was a network cable interface downstairs in the apartment, the main thing was to pull a network cable, which was involved within half an hour, and after sending away the staff of the mobile company who pulled the cable, Fang Jun couldn't wait to return home to set up a wireless password, and then use the laptop to connect to the Internet.

Open the web page, open the original Chinese network before the selection, log in to his own reader account, in the boy group, he usually has the habit of reading novels, occasionally see the online novels that like and attract him, and he can't help but come to the red reward, so this reader account unknowingly, it has been upgraded to the senior VIP level of the Chinese network.

The most important thing is that because of this situation, he still met a lot of local tyrant readers who like to read online novels, and also joined their local tyrant group.

Quickly found the location of the applicant author in the personal center of the website, but when filling in the pen name, Fang Jun still thought about it again and again, he knew that if nothing else, his pen name would be used for a lifetime.

Immediately, Huang Sanshi was written in the pen name column.

Why did he think of using this pen name, in fact, Fang Jun also has his own ideas, and the reason why he has the idea of writing a novel is because he has Huang Sanshi's memories fused in his mind, from the earth in a different time and space, and in doing so, he can be regarded as an alternative rebirth of Huang Sanshi in this world.

In five minutes, Fang Jun carefully filled in the information of the applicant author, because it revealed personal information, so Fang Jun was still very cautious.

After the application was completed, he directly uploaded the content of the first chapter of the Xun Qin Ji, because he wanted to review it, he did not upload more, but added a prologue that did not appear in the original chapter in front of the first chapter.

It tells the story of the historical process and his development during the Warring States period.

When he uploaded the first chapter, Fang Jun suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, if he didn't have this memory from Earth in his mind, he never thought that he would one day publish a novel on the Internet and become an online author who sits in front of the computer and codes.

uploaded a prologue and the first chapter of the time machine, Fang Jun clicked on the entries of the great martial arts again, and looked at it not bad, it has only been three days since the start of the competition, and there are hundreds of entries, this is just an original website, if you add the total number of the other two websites, this number will at least quadruple.

However, when Fang Jun looks at the names of these works, he knows that they are basically fanworks, and they are basically written in the genre of Fengyunsheng's works.

Fang Jun couldn't help but shake his head, it's not that the same works are bad, although this contest also agrees to participate in the same works, but in this way, everyone writes the same works, so there will be fewer original martial arts, which will not be of much benefit to promoting the development of martial arts.

If possible, it will also drag the martial arts forward, causing the original work to be missed if it is not taken seriously.

However, there are also some fine works in the same works, but there are very few that can be written brilliantly, Fang Jun shook his head, and no longer paid attention to the state of these works, but opened the IQ software that he usually doesn't use much.

There are a total of 16 people on the jury of this great martial arts essay contest, of which 10 are officials of martial arts literature associations from major cities, and the other six are two seats each from the three major websites.

Shanghai, Century Cultural Center.

At this time, in the review office of the martial arts jury, a group of people are sitting in front of the computer, carefully reading each of the participating martial arts works uploaded on the three major websites, although there are many works now, but because most of them are homo works, these judges rarely show a satisfied look.

"Lao Zhu, have you seen any good works?"

An old man in his sixties with glasses moved his body, and asked an old man next to him by the way, this old man's name is Jiang Qingqing, he is the president of the Huaguo Jingcheng Martial Arts Literature Association, and he is also a professor of the literature department of Jinghua University in the capital, and this martial arts essay contest was organized and initiated by him.

"Hey, it's all some fanwork, I see that my head is about to get bigger, and I can't talk about writing at all, it's just ruining the original spirit of the martial arts predecessors.。 Hearing the old friend sitting next to him ask about his harvest here, the old man named Lao Zhu said with an indignant face.

This person's name is Zhu Licheng, he is the vice president of the martial arts literature association here in Shanghai, and he is the vice president of Shanghai National University.

"Don't say it.,At the beginning,,I was very happy to see so many works participated.,I didn't expect it to be all the same works.,The only few originality levels are particularly low.,I'm wondering if we can achieve the goal of this competition.,The martial arts talents of the new era are excavated!" Jiang Qingqing, who was on the side, heard Zhu Licheng's complaints, and said with concern.

"It's hard! When the martial arts of the nineties began to decline, it was difficult to see good works that could keep me in my hands, and even Ren Qingyun's "New Qinglong Swordsman", which I began to value, was also a continuation of the old routine of revenge in the past, without any new ideas, I hope that in the next period, there will be one or two excellent original works. Zhu Licheng sighed, shook his head and said.

"Two old professors, I have a good work here, and it's not the same person."

Just as the two were talking, a middle-aged man with glasses sitting opposite them suddenly stood up and shouted loudly, he is the editor of the original Chinese network martial arts channel, Qingfeng, this time I am honored to be the judge of this essay competition.

"Hmm!"

The two glanced at each other, and immediately walked towards the place where Light Wind was sitting, although Light Wind is only a website editor, but he is the editor-in-chief of the original Chinese network, and he has been in charge of the martial arts channel for many years, and his eyesight is definitely not worse than them.

"What's the name of the work?"

Before he walked in front of the computer, Jiang Qingnian couldn't help but ask hurriedly, as if he was very afraid that this work would disappear.