"Who said that I can't afford to ask for it, and the things that can be solved with money are not called problems in front of me, make a price, my sister will cover you."

Qin Song sweated greatly, and almost forgot that there was a little rich woman on the other side.

Qin Song stood at the door, making a sneaky call.

"Hey, what are you doing?" After eating, Hum Ha Er General picked his teeth, shook three steps three times, and walked out of Shaxian International Hotel with a step that his six relatives did not recognize.

"Don't talk about it, hang up first." Qin Song heard the voice behind him and hung up the phone in a hurry.

"Hey, hey, I'm not done yet." Listening to the "beep" sound from the mobile phone, Tang Siyao scratched the wall angrily, dared to hang up the old lady's phone, and waited for the old lady!

"Ah, nothing, just make a call."

"Sneaky."

"Mysterious."

Saying goodbye to the second general at the school gate, Qin Song did not have a dormitory, and went directly back to his small apartment.

Today, he is going to stay up all night coding words and get out "The Immortal Sword of Seven Weapons" and mystery novels, and tomorrow the literary magazine can start to publicize it.

This kind of thing, sooner rather than later, can't be delayed, and one day earlier publicity can have more exposure!

Where was the last time you wrote it? Qin Song opened the notebook folder, recalled it, and directly turned into a humanoid exhaust fan, and began to crackle the code words.

Next, the male protagonist appeared.

[Bai Yujing is not in the sky, but on a horse.

His saddle was old, his boots and scabbard were equally old, but his clothes were brand new.

The scabbard tapped the saddle and the spring breeze blew on his face.

He felt pleasant and comfortable.

The old saddle was comfortable to sit on, the old boots were comfortable, the old scabbard never damaged the edge of his sword, and the new clothes always made him feel energetic and generous.

But what pleases him the most is not these, but the eyes. 】

Gu Long's writing is like this, extremely concise, and distinctive, inadvertently revealing some life philosophy.

People are not as good as new, clothes are not as good as old, this is the first appearance of Bai Yujing, the hero of the Immortal Sword, and the image of an unruly prodigal son jumps on the paper.

In just a few numbers, revealing a relaxed, optimistic, open-minded, upward tone of the work, the text is skillful and natural, the turns are ingenious and not artificial, Bai Yujing's appearance, starting from the introduction of the previous chapter, the reader's attention is naturally unresisted from the saddle to the boots to the sword, to the clothes, and then to Bai Yujing's entire mental state, vivid and natural.

Bai Yujing did not appear in the first chapter, this is a habit of Gu Long, in the foreshadowing of more chapters, let the dragon set of the appearance be finished, and the protagonist will appear again, the more cunning and powerful the dragon sets that are used as the introduction in front of them, the more dignified the atmosphere is rendered, and the more indifferent and bearing the protagonist appears, the more eye-catching the protagonist's appearance is.

If you want to promote it, you must first suppress it.

The prodigal son has been wandering, wandering around, looking for something.

And this prodigal son, on this day, met a new man:

[In a taxi in front, there are a pair of very charming eyes, always secretly glancing at him.

It wasn't the first time he had seen those eyes.

He remembered seeing these eyes for the first time in an inn in a small town.

He walked into the inn, and she had just walked out.

She bumped into him.

Her smile was full of shyness and apology, and her face was as red as a rainy sunset. 】

This was Bai Yujing and Yuan Zixia's first encounter, and the encounter between them was like a doomed one.

Time ticks and ticks, words are revealed from the fingertips, and vivid images of rivers and lakes jump into the screen.

In the small apartment, there is a picture scroll called martial arts, in the martial arts world of Gu Long, it deliberately dissolves the expression of martial arts heroes in martial arts and strength, and highlights the role of wisdom.

This is especially true of the Seven Weapons of the Immortal Sword, where the story is strange and weird, the characters are different, all kinds of conspiracies and tricks emerge one after another, and all kinds of unexpected reversals can attract the reader's attention.

[Yuan Zixia reluctantly held back a laugh and said: "You are really good at acting, but if you are the old man of the Red Flag, who am I?" ”

Bai Yujing was stunned again.

Yuan Zixia said: "To tell you honestly, I am the old man of the Red Flag in the Twelve Dragons." ”

Bai Yujing said: "You...... You are? ”

Yuan Zixia smiled and said: "Wei Tianying is addicted to gambling and lost 300,000 taels, but he deliberately said that he bought a fake peacock picture; Gongsun Jing is lustful and has defiled many women from good families; Fang Longxiang was greedy for money and swallowed up 170,000 taels of ......]

Those smart people who were deceitful, greedy and vicious, in the end, under the calculation of Yuan Zixia, who was powerless, died to death, and the ending was reversed layer by layer, stimulating the rapid secretion of adrenal hormones in readers.

After typing the last word of the Immortal Sword, Qin Song collapsed weakly on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief, as if following Bai Yujing and experiencing a wonderful ancient dragon river and lake.

Heaven and earth are like a reverse journey, life is like a passerby, what is the joy of life, and what is the fear of death? The full text of the Immortal Sword is full of the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes, as well as the dialysis of the philosophy of life.

Seven weapons are not weapons because they are not just weapons;

Seven weapons are weapons again, because they really are weapons!

Qin Song sent the finished immortal sword to the little assistant Shen Xiujie and asked her to send it to the magazine.

"Qin Dada, it's been written so quickly?" For Qin Song's speed, Shen Xiujie had a deeper understanding.

"Well, you send it to the magazine first, and if the quality of the work is satisfactory, they can start promoting it." Qin Song typed and replied.

"Okay." Shen Xiujie replied with a "smile" expression, forwarded the document to Fei Qiurui's mailbox, and then opened the document and read it by herself.

She was really curious about the martial arts novels written by Qin Dada, not to mention that she had already read half of them on the high-speed train, and the gluttonous worms in her heart were all hooked up, as impatient as a cat's claw scratching her heart, and naturally she couldn't wait to understand what happened later in the story.

At the same time, in a bachelor apartment in Yanjing, Fei Qiurui put a mask on her face, applied body lotion to her body, and was about to go to bed to rest and watch a variety show to relax.

In the past few days, I have been rotating day and night, and I am busy enough, and my endocrine is about to be out of balance.

"Ding Dong!" Suddenly, there was a message prompt on her mobile phone, Fei Qiurui put down the remote control, opened the mobile phone mailbox, and found that there were more emails in it.

"Have you finished writing a martial arts novel?" Fei Qiurui got up and sat down at the computer desk, opened the email, and at the front of the manuscript, a majestic and ethereal poem rushed into his mind.

"Bai Yujing in the sky, twelve cities on the fifth floor. The immortals caressed my top and gave me immortality. ”

Hey, this poem, is it original? Fei Qiurui was stunned, as Li Aiguo's proud protégé, her level of literary appreciation was extremely high, and she could see the cleverness of these poems at a glance.

It's really terrifying, is his literary level already so high? No wonder the professor was full of praise when he mentioned him. With just these few lines of poetry, it has surpassed 99.99% of the literati, and in today's literary world, I am afraid that few people can write it.

As the so-called insiders look at the doorway, laymen look at the lively, even if you don't understand poetry, you can feel the poetry that comes to your face, and after reading it once, you will savor it!

Poetry is by no means a lonely self-appreciation, self-entertainment, can let ordinary people feel the connotation of poetry, in order to be called a clever sentence, worthy of a master!

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