In 1983, on the main island of Hong Kong, Chai Wan in the Eastern District, the clear sky was as blue as the sea, and the white clouds were like a light boat sailing from Yang Sailing, floating slowly. Autumn is crisp and cool, and the fallen leaves are flying, like butterflies, dancing in the air.

Li Yihua held the file bag in his hand, looked around, and admired the first autumn in this world, so beautiful and delicate!

Yikes-------

Suddenly, a car was speeding and was about to hit Li Yihua.

"Chirp!"

The wheels rubbed sharply against the ground, and the driver's face was flushed, and he frantically controlled the steering wheel of the car.

The tragedy was averted when the young driver managed to change the direction of the car and crash into a small bush.

"Look for death, you rotten street boy, you don't look at the road when you walk! If it weren't for Lao Tzu's quick reaction, you would have become a mess! Out of the car was a young man in his twenties with a meaty face, holding a cigar in his left hand, standing there screaming and swearing!

Li Yihua frowned, did not speak, and pointed to the street sign on the road with "sidewalk".

"What do you mean, you rotten street boy, what's wrong with this sidewalk, you deserve to be killed, I'm the sky here." Na Kuoshao was seriously dissatisfied with Li Yihua's reaction, and his face was full of arrogance.

For such a loser, Li Yihua has always stayed away from it, whether it is now or in the future, slowly turned around, and continued to walk forward, ignoring the arrogant Kuo Shao.

Kuo Shao is so unforgiving, "I'm afraid that if I sell your whole person, I can't afford to be a wheel of this young master, you are a rotten street boy, and you have a dog that is born without a mother." ”

Li Yihua is very sensitive to family affection, the dragon's reverse scales are sacrosanct, and his parents and family are Li Yihua's reverse scales. Once with a classmate who insulted his parents, he risked school punishment because he insulted his parents with a word.

Li Yihua's eyes were solemn, and he saw that the valuable sports car had a few openings, and slowly walked towards the sports car, looked at the broad and young, and said calmly and secretly: "Are you sure you want me to pay?" ”

"You don't pay compensation, you don't want to leave this place today, see that Young Master Ben doesn't break your legs" Kuo Shao didn't see the current situation clearly, and when he heard a loud noise, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Li Yihua smashed the glass of the sports car with a punch in the midst of Kuo Shao's scolding.

"Fuck, you're going to die" Li Yihua pinched Kuo Shao in the scolding, and threw it to the road in the distance with a sneer.

"You dare to scold, I will make you unable to speak for the rest of your life." Li Yihua looked at Kuo Shao with a blue face, he had already touched his bottom line, and a trace of killing intent flashed in Li Yihua's heart!

Na Kuo Shao looked at Li Yihua with a murderous face, his legs trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't say a word

A tall woman walked out of the car, she walked quickly to Kuo Shao's side, helped the young man and said in a coquettish voice: "Third brother, today is your birth, don't worry about such a person, forget it today, besides, it's not good to see blood!" ”

"No, he beat me, this matter can't be counted like this, otherwise how would I be in this circle." Kuo Shao said with a gloomy face.

Li Yihua heard that Kuo Shao was unrelenting, and took a few steps towards Kuo Shao, looking at him with disdain.

The girl looked at Li Yihua with a murderous face, knowing that something would happen in this way, but she didn't know what to do, so she had to beg Kuo Shao, "Third brother, just give me face, forget about this matter, Liu Shao and they should be in a hurry!" ”

Hearing this, Kuo Shao walked quickly to the sports car, and shouted: "Today, Young Master Ben will not have the same knowledge as you in his life, you wait, I will not let you go." The boy put down a few words to support the scene and drove away quickly in the sports car.

Li Yihua looked at the back of the sports car, no matter what time it was, his parents would always be his rebels, and swore in his heart: From now on, no one will be asked to insult his parents, and the violator will definitely make him pay enough price!

After what happened just now, Li Yihua's heart has been gloomy, and no one knows what he thinks, passing through several crowded streets

Li Yihua walked to Jiaxing Street in Chai Wan, a rather remote area in the eastern part of Hong Kong Island, which is better than cheap properties and low rents, attracting a large number of companies to put down roots here, and Ming Pao's headquarters is here. Walk to the headquarters of the "Ming Pao Newspaper Group". Li Yihua stared at the Ming Pao building for a long time, looking at this legendary place, perhaps the place where his dream set sail, and thought for a long time before pushing the door in.

"Excuse me, sir, is there anything wrong with you?" The receptionist at the front desk of the Ming Pao Industrial Building asked, this is a young woman in her 20s, wearing strict work clothes and a pair of black-framed glasses, looking particularly solemn and elegant.

"I learned in the newspaper that Ming Pao's "Wuxia" recently launched a solicitation campaign to find the next Jin Yong's activity, and I wrote a manuscript and wanted to submit it to your newspaper." Li Yihua said with a smile that he thought was charming.

"Thank you for your support to our Ming Pao! Just give me the manuscript, and I'll send it to the screenwriter for you! The receptionist smiled professionally and took the manuscript.

Can't personally submit it to the screenwriter of "Martial Arts" magazine? Li Yihua secretly said in his heart, Ming Pao Building is an extraordinary writer, reporter, screenwriter, I don't know when I will be seen by the screenwriter, Li Yihua is inevitably a little disappointed in his heart, but out of trust in the novel he wrote, Li Yihua's face remains unchanged.

"If your manuscript is suitable for publication, our screenwriting department will get in touch with you in about a week, please be patient." The dignified and beautiful receptionist saw Li Yihua's question and took the initiative to answer. "Oh, thank you very much, this is my home address, and the address where the letter is sent." Li Yihua thanked him without any dissatisfaction.

The receptionist at the front desk casually put the manuscript into an envelope and added the words "Martial Arts and History Editorial Department (Receiving)" to classify it. Then put it in the hundreds of manuscripts behind her, she stacked a large number of manuscripts every day, and she was already very proficient. If Li Yihua saw this, he would not have left so optimistically!

Although Ming Pao's "Martial Arts" is now in decline, it still receives hundreds of submissions every day, and such manuscripts are forwarded from the front desk to the editorial office after one o'clock in the afternoon.

Li Yihua is also very worried to be honest, worried about whether readers can accept it, although Li Yihua knows that "Ethereal Journey" will be called the ancestor of Xiuzhen in later generations, but now he is an unknown person, who voted for Ming Pao's magazine 20 years in advance, will the ending be as successful as he imagined? Walk out of the Ming Pao Building with apprehension!