Following the pace of others, Chen Ping kept thinking in his mind, always feeling as if he was missing something, but as if he had missed something.

Huang Qian also found out that Chen Ping was absent-minded and asked what was wrong with Chen Ping, but Chen Ping just shook his head.

After turning around at the top of the mountain for most of the day, it was almost noon before a few people took the ropeway down the mountain and prepared to eat.

After eating, Chen Ping hurriedly returned to the room, turned on the computer, logged in to the starting point, typed two words in the search bar, and waited for the page to refresh out, Chen Ping was stupid.

Nima's, it really has appeared, and it actually appeared in 04.

Chen Ping knew that this person was a great god in his previous life, but he was still famous early, but he didn't expect him to join the starting point in 04.

Clicking on his first book, Chen Ping was surprised again.

He actually wrote this book from 04 years until not long ago, and only wrote less than a million words in two years?

Play Ticket!

This was Chen Ping's first reaction!

But thinking of the fame of this person in his previous life, Chen Ping hurriedly rejected the conjecture in his determination. It must have been something that delayed the writing, and since he finished the book this year, it means that he is going to start again!

Thinking of this, Chen Ping's heart tightened, today's events were too abnormal. Did he write about the famous work of his previous life, or did he write the passage he said on the top of the mountain in the morning!

The more Chen Ping thought about it, the more bored he became, and he wanted to go out for a walk. As soon as he opened the door, he found that the door of the opposite room was also open, and out of a person he couldn't think of.

When the man saw Chen Ping and knew that this was the person he had seen on the top of the mountain in the morning, he smiled slightly, said hello, and prepared to leave with his bag on his back.

"Wait."

Chen Ping saw that the man wanted to leave, and hurriedly shouted to stop him.

The man turned his head and looked at Chen Ping suspiciously. "Call me?" ”

Chen Ping walked over, stretched out his hand, and said with a smile: "Hello, my name is Chen Ping, I met on the top of the mountain in the morning, and I am very interested in what you said." I want to talk to you, I don't know if it's convenient for you? ”

The man smiled and said, "You're so funny! I'm joking with that passage on the top of the mountain, and I'm afraid others will think I'm mentally ill after hearing it, right? You actually called me to ask about this. Okay, I'm getting ready to get out of here, but I'll be fine in a minute. ”

The man walked back, opened his door, and invited Chen Ping in.

Entering the room, the man began to boil tea.

"I haven't consulted yet. Prestigious name? ”

"Yang Zhendong, from the capital."

Sure enough, it was him!

After Yang Zhendong boiled the tea, poured a cup for Chen Ping and sat down, Chen Ping asked again: "Is the sentence you said in the morning a novel?" My companion said you read too many novels. Hehe, I usually like to read novels, but I really haven't seen what you said. ”

Yang Zhendong shook his head with a smile and said, "I just suddenly thought of this sentence, so I said it casually." I love reading novels. I also wrote novels when I was in school, but I wrote very little after I went to work. Now resigned. I'm ready to get back to my old business. After speaking, Yang Zhendong suddenly suppressed his smile, and after looking at Chen Ping, he was puzzled again: "I don't know what's going on, I see that you are very familiar, and your companions seem to have seen them somewhere." ”

After Chen Ping confirmed the conjecture in his heart. His expression was also a lot more relaxed, and he followed Yang Zhendong's words.

"My name is Chen Ping, and I am also an Internet writer, and so are my companions!"

"Beacon?" Yang Zhendong read the name of the beacon fire, and his eyes lit up. Surprised: "The person who said that Mount Tai collapsed in the morning can't be the beacon fire who wrote "The Best Son", right?" ”

Chen Ping nodded.

Yang Zhendong pondered for another moment, looked at Chen Ping and asked in disbelief, "Are you mortal?" How many other platinum writers are starting points? ”

Seeing Chen Ping nodding again, Yang Zhendong's face was no longer calm. looked at Chen Ping excitedly and smiled. At this time, he really looked like a neurotic.

"I've read your books, and I'm kind of a fan of yours. Others say that "Immortal Rebellion" is good, but I think the current "Yang God" is not bad, now the number of words is too small, I can't see anything, I believe that after the number of words increases, it will definitely surpass "Immortal Rebellion". ”

Chen Ping smiled, but asked rhetorically.

"You just said that you are going to rewrite the old business, so what type of book are you going to prepare for the new book?"

"Fantasy!"

"Can you tell us more about the content?"

Yang Zhendong looked at Chen Ping, he knew that mortals had a hobby of helping newcomers, basically the books he could read were all popular now, at least he could get a good subscription.

"A young man who came out of the grave ......"

From the moment Yang Zhendong said the first sentence, Chen Ping knew what he was going to say next. If it's the one that, it seems that he has been thinking about it for a long time, and if nothing else, he should be able to see this book soon.

Nima, if it weren't for this trip, I wouldn't have known that Chendong had appeared at the starting point. If you really want to talk about it, I have to thank this kid Fenghuo, if he hadn't said that sentence on a whim, he would definitely miss the opportunity to meet Chendong.

After Yang Zhendong finished speaking, he became a little nervous, before he met Chen Ping, he had great hopes for his new book, and at the same time he was also very confident. Whether it is in terms of creativity or content, my new book can be regarded as excellent, and now it depends on whether I can write it completely.

Now I meet Chen Ping, the great god who is secretly called the hand of God by the writer. As long as he can identify with the idea of his book, then he will definitely become a professional writer, at least solve the problem of not having a job, and even march towards the ranks of millions of dollars a year.

This book is very long, at least that's what Chen Dong himself thinks. If he can get the help of the mortal god, Chen Dong's heart will already blossom.

"It's a good idea, and writing well will definitely get the reader's attention."

Chen Ping didn't dare to be too big in front of Chen Dong, so he could only lightly click it.

Chen Ping's original purpose was to verify the identity of this man, and now he has got the answer he wants to know, and he pays attention to his tone when he speaks. On the contrary, Yang Zhendong, after learning Chen Ping's identity, seemed to be a different person, and kept asking Chen Ping for some details in writing.

The two chatted for a long time, and before they knew it, it was more than four o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Zhendong looked at the time and smiled bitterly, he definitely couldn't leave today. But he doesn't regret it, it's worth it to be able to talk to mortal gods for so long!

Chen Ping saw that the time was not early, and was about to get up, as if he thought of something, and took out the phone.

"Xueda, you come to my room, and I'll introduce you to someone."

When he opened the door, he saw Xuehong coming over and was about to knock on his door, Chen Ping called out to him, Xuehong looked at Chen Ping suspiciously, and then walked in, when he saw Yang Zhendong, he was a little stunned.

"Isn't he the man at the top of the mountain in the morning?" (To be continued......)