On the days of vacation, I always seem to be very lazy, go to bed at eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening, get up at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, get interested, stay up late to read novels for a while, play a game, this is the rhythm of life of a normal high school student, and Gu Yang is alone in the frenzy of code words, unable to extricate himself.

The golden holiday is the time for most readers to relax, and it should explode a few more every day, to save popularity for the Buddha, since it is necessary to explode the more, then the consumption of the manuscript is a must, out of the mentality that how much can be made up for how much consumption can be completed, his mind is full of flying words, thinking about the plot of each paragraph, and depicting it with the most appropriate stroke.

"Didi......"

This is the voice of QQ information jumping out, he glanced at it, clicked on it, and it turned out to be Han Shenliang's message.

"Liangzi: Old Gu, are you free? Will you accompany me to the bar in the evening? ”

Casually typing two words on it, Gu Yang once again depicted the plot behind.

"Soy sauce is a walk in the world: no time."

"Ryoko: I'll wipe it, what's there to be busy with at this time? Du Nima is on vacation, and he's still busy? ”

"Soy sauce in the world: get ready to play the piano."

The words were concise and to the point, and the six words directly blocked the other party's mouth, and there was no intention of attacking.

There was silence for a while before the other party sent a message.

"Ryoko: Cheng, then practice, but, when I look for you next time in the future, you can't make excuses to push it."

"Soy sauce is a good thing in the world."

casually stopped Liangzi's mouth, and he changed the QQ login status to stealth, silent crazy codeword.

In the manuscript in his hand, the plot has come to the part where Zhou Qing and the Bull Demon King fought and then left in a draw, after this plot, he decided to add some small plots to stretch the number of chapters of the Buddha book a little.

In the previous life, the Buddha was more than two million words when the Tao was finished, and this number of words in this parallel shijie was really a little shorter, and it was not easy to accumulate enough popularity, if it could be stretched to 3.5 million words, to more than 4 million words, then the accumulated readers would be more, which was conducive to the publication of the second novel.

In other words, he is about to embark on the real path of originality.

In this shijie's online literature circle,The number of words also accounts for a part of whether the novel can be popular.,The longer the novel, the easier it is to attract people to watch.,Accumulate a lot of popularity.,After all, the modern city is fast-paced.,If there is an online article to relax the nerves,Then naturally the longer the better.。

The Buddha of the previous life is infinitely glorious, shining for several years without fading, if you want to add chapters, you can imagine how heavy Gu Yang's psychological pressure is, even if the foundation of literature is also considered deep, but if you want to fill in the superfluous plot in the complete outline, it is extremely difficult.

However, speaking of which, the Buddha in this parallel shijie is not the Buddha in his previous life at all, he is using his own style to describe this shijie, not a complete plagiarism and transcription, borrowing the outline and shijie setting.

After a while, another QQ message popped up, and he was going to ignore it, but when he saw the flashing avatar, he clicked on it.

It's the editor of the moonshine.

"Moonlight: Buddha is the Tao, I sent it to the publishing house for review when it was put on the shelf, and now they have given the news, saying that it can be published, what is your opinion?"

When Gu Yang, who had a somewhat chaotic mind, saw this message, he didn't react at the first time, and habitually wanted to type a sentence to know, and then continue to code. The first word "know" has not been spelled out, and the brain is instantly clear.

Submittal?

Publication?

Meaning, the Buddha is about to be published?

In a daze, he subconsciously wanted to stand up, but suddenly there was a loud bang, his knee hit the belly of the table, and a burning pain surged up, which turned out to be the habit of Erlang's legs.

"Xiaoyang, what's going on? Why is it so loud? ”

Mother Yang Luo's voice came from outside the door, and her tone was full of concern.

"Nothing."

Gu Yang responded, comforting Gu's mother's heart, and his mood suddenly lifted, as if there were thousands of small fish swimming happily, throwing the pain aside, and replying with a crackling typing on the keyboard.

Publishing is a sign that online novels have reached a certain peak.

In the online literature circle, thousands of novels are produced every year, but they can eventually be published, and how many of them have stepped into reality from the virtual network shijie?

In fact, only some great works can be published, and almost a total of more than 10 million clicks is a sign that your book is qualified for publication, and he has written a book for five years, and it has only been published once in traditional Chinese, and the number of words at that time has been almost two million words, and the accumulated readers are also thousands, which is as easy as this time, the total number of words is less than one million words.

"Soy sauce in the world: yes, when will it be published?"

"Moonlight: It will be about two months, and the publishing house will still have some internal review, and the content of the Buddha book will also need to be revised to make it suitable for publication."

"Soy sauce is once in the world: do you still have to sign a simplified contract?"

"Moonlight: Well, yes, I'll probably be back in a while."

"Soy sauce has been in the world for a while: moonlight, in fact, there is one thing, I have been hiding it from you for a long time."

"Moonlight: ?"

"Soy sauce is a trip in the world: I'm 99."

"Moonlight: Ha, you've learned to joke too, 99 years old? When is your birthday? I'll send you a peach? ”

Obviously, knowing that the author of his subordinate is about to be published, Moonlight is in a good mood, and it is rare to make a joke.

Seeing this, Gu Yang just smiled, continued typing, and decided to confess his age to him. Because sooner or later, this matter can't be hidden, and Moonlight is his own editor, and it is good for him to know it.

"Soy sauce is a good place in the world: I mean, I was born in '99."

There was no speech there, and the chat screen was quiet and a little mysterious for a while.

Half a minute later, Moonlight sent a sentence.

"Moonlight: Are you kidding me?"

"Soy Sauce Goes Once in the World: ......"

"Soy sauce in the world: do you want to see the photos?"

This sentence was like a burning spark in Ziz, igniting a barrel of explosives filled with gunpowder, and endless firelight burst out in an instant, swiping a stream of chats on the screen.

"Moonshine: How Can It Be !!"

"Moonlight: How can a sixteen-year-old write such a book as the Buddha's book is the Tao??? Even if a sixteen-year-old writes, he writes a house text, how can there be such a sixteen-year-old? So much understanding of traditional Chinese mythology? Are you still normal!! ”

"Moonlight: That's not right! Is today April Fool's Day? No way! ”

"Soy sauce has been in the world: I don't have to lie to you, but I won't be able to hide it from you when I'm older, so I said it in advance, and you didn't ask."

"Moonlight: Really?"

"Soy sauce is a good thing in the world: yes."

This "um" word once again made the person opposite not speak for a long time.

"Moonlight: It can only be said that there are many strange people in reality."

"Soy sauce is once in the world: Xiexie compliments."

"Moonlight: Well, I'm busy, let me stay alone for a while and digest it."

"Soy sauce in the world: Okay, I'm going to code words too."

At the end of the conversation with the editor-in-charge, Gu Yang was not busy coding words, but lay on his back on the chair, picked up a glass of water next to him, and drank it slowly.

From his throat to his esophagus, he felt a cool feeling, and in his eyes, the flame of hope was burning faintly.

"My dragon, it's begun."