"The so-called golden three chapters, simply speaking, in the first chapter, the protagonist should appear as soon as possible, as well as a brief introduction to the protagonist's background.

From the first chapter to the end of the second chapter or the beginning of the third chapter, the first plot will end, and the conflict must be intense, and the ending reversal must be large, so as to lay out the direction of the entire article for the next chapter, which is the golden rule of three chapters. ”

Song Ren had no choice but to say what he thought about the old online article, which made the eyes of others suddenly light up, and it was the first time he had heard such a statement.

When they write, they generally pave the way for a long time, such as what was decades ago, how the ancestors came first, the continuation of the grievances of the previous generation, etc., leaving everyone with the primary impression of expecting the protagonist to 'take revenge' or other actions, and then slowly lead to the protagonist.

And the number of words in each of their chapters is not like "Zhu Xian" and "Tomb of the Gods", 3,000 to 4,000 words per chapter, but mixed with some classical Chinese and Xiaobai's feelings, basically the protagonist's turn to come out, all in the seventh or even eighth chapter.

Indeed, the foreshadowing has been too long.

Even Zhuang Yi, who was a saint, frowned, opened the spiritual book, and went directly to the Baishi column, looking at the beginning of "Tomb of the Gods", "Zhu Xian", and even "In the Snow", which entered the boutique not long ago.

Could it be that it is precisely because of this that he can get out of the gods one after another?

After groaning, everyone continued to look at Song Ren and waited for the following.

Song Ren had no choice but to continue: "But it's not absolute, I just put forward such an opinion, or the routine is written to look good, not take the ordinary path......"

As the first person named by the sage writer, Song Ren did not hide his clumsiness, and organized his language as much as possible to express his own opinions.

Of course, all of you here are a group of 'professor' level figures, and it depends on them whether they can understand and go out of their respective ways.

After about ten minutes of speaking, Song Ren said that his opinion was over, except for some frowning and thinking, sparse applause rang out, and it could be seen that there were also some people who disagreed, and wanted to stop talking.

One of them got up under Zhuang Yi's gaze: "I have a different opinion on this point of view, as we all know, the first three chapters can give readers a glimpse of your writing, layout, style and even the image of the protagonist, but can you really tell the story completely, I think ......"

"I half-agree with this statement of the author of Mai, if my guess is correct, Mai in your work "Square Cun", I remember ......"

"Yes, yes, in my opinion......"

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Many writers of Baishi seem to have put down their original rustiness and restraint at once, and each expressed their opinions, and Song Ren was also listening carefully, occasionally interjecting a sentence or two.

Every great writer has his own demeanor, and he waits for others to finish speaking before he speaks his own opinions, and there is no forced interjection and red-facedness.

That's the real kind of communication.

I was tired of talking, and there was a knock on the door outside, and then the palace ladies who were dressed very beautifully respectfully sent all kinds of food and wine.

Zhuang laughed and asked everyone to take a rest first, enjoy the delicious food and spiritual entertainment of the world, and then debate.

Clapped his hands, and there was singing and dancing.

Looking at the scene in front of him, and the food on the table that he had never seen before, Song Ren felt so satisfied.

That's what it's all about.

I tasted it, it's really good, but it's a pity that it's all hot, and I can't bring it to my father, I guess he has never seen it in his life.

But some sweets and nuts can be saved.

In the future, if you really don't rely on others, you will take your father out to the outside world to see and do your filial piety.

It smells so good!

At the window outside, Xia Zhilan secretly watched a large group of authors inside eating and watching, looking pleasing to the eye, pouting.

Then he swept it, and finally saw Song Ren wearing a mask, his eyes didn't seem to have those dancing singers at all, but from time to time he gently opened a gap under the mask, stuffed in some food, and then kept nodding.

Idols are just different, there is no beauty in their eyes, unlike other people, who have too many worldly things in their eyes.

Concentrate on something to do better.

"This is the author you like?" Behind Xia Zhilan, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe, with a gentle complexion, and a crown smiled faintly.

He is Xia Zhilan's father, the current emperor of the Yinye Dynasty - Xia Ying!

is not angry and self-imposing, as a superior all year round, the majesty that is invisibly exuded, so that the surrounding armor soldiers kneel on one knee one by one, trembling.

Xia Zhilan nodded, and quickly shook her head: "Father, what do you say, what I like is the work of this author, not that kind of like." ”

Xia Ying also smiled, and then looked at Song Ren: "When he took off the mask just now, I saw the fluff on the corner of his mouth, it looks like he is very young, I really don't know what kind of people and forces can teach such an outstanding teenager, and his own cultivation is also in the Jindan Realm Great Perfection, and his breath is strong and solid." ”

Just by taking a look, Xia Ying made a comprehensive analysis of Song Ren, and Xia Zhilan turned her head: "Father, do you say that he can write a sage?" ”

Xia Ying suddenly smiled: "Silly boy, how can the sage be so easy, when the Tiandao Network first came out, because it was not mature and perfect, many people became famous, and wrote the sage literature and the emperor."

Now after so many years, I can't find any fault with it, and the quality requirements are even higher, and it is too difficult and difficult to write a saint literature.

It is even more difficult to condense the world of saints and become a secret realm.

As for Diwen, I don't dare to imagine it at all, I can only see if it is possible for those saints and humanistic writers. ”

After listening to her father's words, Xia Zhilan suddenly felt that it was really not easy for those people sitting inside.

In the entire Tiandao Network, the section of the spiritual book is the largest, and the number of writers is also the most, and every time a fine product is written, it may become the pinnacle and roadblock of that author's life.

Either you can't cross the past and feel that you can't write good works anymore, or you rush over and create new peaks and glory.

"Can you give them singing and dancing and delicious food, will it cause spiritual vanity and enjoyment, which is a bit contrary to letting them turn into ordinary people to visit and study three days later?" Xia Zhilan wondered again.

Xia Ying turned around and stopped paying attention to these people: "A person's life is to constantly climb from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, look at the higher and better peaks in the distance, yearn for it, and then go down the mountain, and then climb up another mountain.

Today's enjoyment is the glory of their own identity, and the life of ordinary people in three days is to see if they can really come down from their hearts.

This is a test, but also a tempering, people who can easily walk down, can push the previous ideas and ideas, and walk out of a better path again.

Thousands of tempers, the sharp sword was born in it.

Let's go, don't disturb their practice!