"It's okay, maybe I'm mistaken," Jiang Zihao explained casually.

"Oh, then if you don't feel well, go back and rest," Zhao Dahai admonished.

The afternoon passed quickly, and Jiang Zihao took advantage of the free time after class to ask others a few more times, and the answers he got was, "Haven't you heard of it?" "Who is this man?" replied.

He affirmed his conjecture more and more, and as soon as school ended, Jiang Zihao carried his schoolbag on his back, ignoring Zhao Dahai's shouts, and rushed out of the classroom. He was going to find a place to confirm his suspicions.

"The No. 9 bus has arrived, if you want to get on the bus, hurry up and buy a ticket,"

With the shouting of the conductor, Jiang Zihao took out a one-yuan coin and squeezed into the car with the flow of people. That's right, he didn't want to go home, but to go to the city library to have a look.

"The city library arrived, if there was anything to go down, if not, I left."

Fortunately, the No. 2 Middle School and the City Library were both near the city center, and Jiang Zihao heard the conductor report the station name of the City Library after sitting for two stops, so he got off the bus and went straight to the library.

Since today is Friday, many schools do not hold classes on weekends, and the same is true for Jiang Zihao's No. 2 Middle School. Therefore, there are many students in the library.

Entering the library, Jiang Zihao went straight to the second floor, the first floor was the teaching and auxiliary materials and various historical reading materials, and the second floor had the novel classification that Jiang Zihao was looking for.

According to the guidance of the sign, Jiang Zihao came to the row of modern Chinese writers, which is full of works by Chinese writers in recent years.

He kept chattering, "Jin Yong, Gu Long, Liang Yusheng," Jiang Zihao began to scan the bookshelves row by row. "This is nothing, there is no that, how can it be," Jiang Zihao searched the entire bookshelf, but still didn't see what he was looking for, and lowered his head in frustration.

"Little classmate, what kind of book are you looking for," the administrator on the side had already noticed Jiang Zihao, a young man who looked a little strange, and saw that he had been looking for a long time but found nothing, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Sister, is there a book from Jin Yong," although the psychological age is already 27 years old, but in order to find what he wants, Jiang Zihao still sold a cute, looked at the administrator with wide eyes, and said softly.

This administrator is only in his early thirties, and he is not a few years younger than Jiang Zihao's mother Zhao Mei, and he touched Jiang Zihao's head with a smile when he heard the words, "Little classmate, you are really good at talking, and my aunt's daughters are all in elementary school." But Auntie has been working here for so long, and she has never heard of Jin Yong, if you think about it again, is it wrong? ”

Jiang Zihao still didn't give up, and asked with the only glimmer of hope: "That sister, do you know Gu Long, Liang Yusheng, and Wen Ruian?" There was a hint of tremor and apprehension in his voice.

But the administrator's words shattered Jiang Zihao's last glimmer of hope, "No, I've never heard of these people." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Zihao lowered his head weakly and walked towards the door of the library, step by step.

Jiang Zihao didn't know how he got into the car or how he got back home, he just felt that the world was like a cold net, covering himself, and the familiar qiē in his eyes was so unreal, this was not his world.

Lying on the bed, looking at the obviously empty bookcase, Jiang Zihao began to believe that there was no Jin Yong, no Gu Long, and no more familiar names in this world. But their works, every word they wrote, seemed to be engraved in Jiang Zihao's mind, and every page seemed so clear.

By the way, suddenly, Jiang Zihao seemed to think of something, a carp stood up, and turned over from the bed, there is no them in this world, but I remember their works, I can replace them to re-spread these works to the world!

Thinking of this, Jiang Zihao excitedly took out paper and pen from his schoolbag, sat on his small desk, and thought about what novel he should start writing from.

What to write about? Jiang Zihao began to ponder, since his favorite is martial arts, then bring martial arts to this world first! decided to write martial arts, Jiang Zihao began to choose which person to start with first, Jin Yong? No, his novels are all linked to history, with a thick historical background, even if he writes it himself, he will be suspected of plagiarism. Gu Long? That's even worse, Jiang Zihao smiled bitterly, Gu Long's biggest feature is his words, that feeling is like drinking a jar of adult wine, so people can't extricate themselves. Then only Liang Yusheng, Huang Yi and Wen Ruian are left.

Huang Yi's book has too many fantasy colors, and it is estimated that many people may not be able to understand it, what about Wen Ruian? Jiang Zihao shook his head, he only likes to watch his "Four Famous Catches", and it is also a TV series, so forget it. Then, Jiang Zihao's eyes became firm, then only you are left, Liang Yusheng.

Liang Yusheng, together with Jin Yong and Gu Long, is known as the three great masters of Chinese martial arts novels, and is known as the founding patriarch of the new school of martial arts novels. His representative works include "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch", "Seven Swords Under the Heavenly Mountain", "Pingxia Film", "Yunhai Jade Bow Edge" and so on.

But these are not his first novels, his first novel should be "Dragon and Tiger Fighting Jinghua", this book is the pioneering work of the new school of martial arts, and it is also the beginning of the source of the "new school" martial arts novels.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zihao picked up his pen and wrote the five big characters "Dragon and Tiger Fighting Jinghua" on the manuscript paper.

Something magical happened, when Jiang Zihao finished writing these words, his mind flashed like flowing water, and every chapter, every paragraph, every paragraph, and even every word of "Dragon and Tiger Fighting Jinghua" flashed vividly, as if there was a knife carved on it.

"Did I cross over? Memory has also improved? Not only can you remember it, but you can also remember the novels you read in your previous life? Thinking of this, Jiang Zihao muttered to himself.

"In that case, then this must be a gift from God, and God must want me to bring these things back into this world." Shaking his head and not thinking about it anymore, Jiang Zihao began to bury his head in writing according to the impression in his mind.

"Goo," three hours passed, and Jiang Zihao probably wrote more than 5,000 words, and a strange cry woke him up. Looking up at the time, it was already more than eight o'clock in the evening, no wonder he was hungry, thinking about it, Jiang Zihao suddenly remembered that his parents were working overtime today, and it would be about ten o'clock before he could come back.

With a wry smile, Jiang Zihao stood up and walked towards the kitchen, since his parents were not there, he could only cook by himself, fortunately, he often lived alone in his previous life, so Jiang Zihao didn't have to worry about starving to death.

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