Wang Huai coded another afternoon, only when the aunt came, he took a little rest, and after the aunt cleaned the house and left, Wang Huai looked at the time and it was time to make dinner.

Simply cooked some rice, made two plates of small vegetarian dishes, and beckoned Zhang Xinrou and the two to eat at the table.

"How many novels have you written, and do you have a plan for how many words to write?"

Zhang Xinrou wanted to ask if Wang Huai had made a detailed plan for the novel, but don't just look good at the beginning, her appetite is up, and it will be too disappointing if it is not finished.

Wang Huai replied: "I don't have a plan for how many words there are, but I have a detailed outline in my head, and it will probably end in about four or five million words." ”

Zhang Xinrou nodded, got up after eating quickly, and said, "Send me what you wrote today." ”

Wang Huai also finished eating, and said while cleaning up the table: "Okay, I'll go back and send it to you when I'm done washing the dishes." ”

It seems that this novel has picked the right one, and Zhang Xinrou seems to be very interested.

Wang Huai, who cleaned up the dining table, went back to the house and sent the manuscript he had written today to Zhang Xinrou, and then uploaded it all to the website, took out the workbook and started to do the questions, and today's writing ended here.

As the first reader, Zhang Xinrou went back to the house and guarded in front of the laptop, and when she saw that the manuscript was finally sent, she was satisfied with the computer and lay on the bed to read it.

The real culprit of the two murders finally surfaced, and the perfect breakthrough of the prince couldn't help but attract Zhang Xinrou's applause.

But when she saw Lao Huang carrying a bottle of green ants to the Shizi room and chatting all night, a little bad premonition rose in her heart.

Lao Huang, who was always muttering about the world's martial arts practice, didn't say a word this time.

Sure enough, then looking down, when he woke up after a night of hangover, the prince no longer saw Jian Jiuhuang's figure, and he only knew that he left a sentence and went to Emperor Wu City to find the second in the world.

The prince didn't wait for Lao Huang, but only received a letter from Jian Jiuhuang who died in Emperor Wu City, which said that Jian Jiuhuang went to Emperor Wu City and found a tavern first, asked for two taels of yellow wine, a plate of peanuts, and found Wang Xianzhi after being slightly drunk.

Five swords in the sword box of Jian Jiu Huang are exhausted, and eight swords are exhausted, Wang Xianzhi always deals with it with one hand, and finally Jian Jiuhuang uses the sword nine named six thousand miles by the son of the world, Wang Xianzhi's right arm sleeve robe was destroyed, and he fought with all his strength until Jian Jiuhuang died of exhaustion.

In the letter, it was written that Jian Jiuhuang finally sat cross-legged with the head of the city, looking north with his head, and died without falling.

The sword Jiuhuang of six thousand miles of inferior horse rice wine is famous all over the world, but the old Huang of the horseman who has leaky front teeth and attracts disgust is gone.

That day, the son of the world said that I was going to practice swords.

Zhang Xinrou looked at the chapter name and couldn't hold back her sour nose.

I take my life as a prayer to welcome the son into the rivers and lakes.

Zhang Xinrou got up and poured herself a glass of liquor, she felt that she had to be strong enough to read this novel.

...

Yu Huai of the editorial department of Jinheng Library has not gotten off work at this time, because the company is going to hold a super newcomer event, so there are a lot of submissions in the past few days.

The worker rubbed his temples and rested for a while, took out a small mirror from the drawer, and looked at his dark circles again, and couldn't help but sigh, when is such a day a head.

The coffee in the cup has been drunk, less than gritting teeth, there are still more than 20 drafts that have not been reviewed, and they have to continue to work.

Yu Huai picked up the coffee cup and came to the pantry, and heard many colleagues in the editorial department complaining inside.

"I don't know what the use of the company holding this super newcomer event is, what kind of manuscripts are these newcomers submitting, either they just find a setting on the Internet and put it in, or the style of traditional literature, none of them can become popular."

"It's the same on my side, the themes are all teenagers falling off the cliff and encountering adventures, and it's amazing to occasionally have a Western fantasy, and I feel dizzy when I watch it."

"Now the theme of martial arts is indeed still watched, but the rise of Western fantasy has been unstoppable, and now those young people who read books on the Internet still have people watching martial arts."

"I have a few books that write Western fantasy, the themes and ideas are okay, but the writing is too bad, but there is no way, newcomer."

Yu Huai didn't join their discussion army, he took the coffee and went back to his workstation, there were more than 20 books to read, how could he have the time to complain to them.

It's going to be one or two o'clock in the morning when I go home today, and the delicate pig girl takes out a handful of wolfberries from the drawer and puts them in the coffee cup, making up for them while boiling, hoping to maintain a balance of payments.

Click on the next manuscript to be reviewed, "Sword in the Snow"?

If I'm not mistaken, Sister Xin Rou called herself to ask her to help review the manuscript is this one, I was too busy to read it, so I directly sent the signing link over, after all, Sister Xin Rou's face still has to be given.

Look at the name and martial arts again, alas, the batch of manuscripts I read today accounts for eighty percent, why don't these people understand, martial arts fire is fire, but that is something that only the older generation of gods can play.

You're a newcomer, you don't have any writing, you can't design the plot, why do you want to make money with a bunch of words.

Holding back his tiredness, Yu Huai opened the first chapter and read it.

Xiao Er on the wine

The dragon and tiger of the Beiliang Wangfu are located in Qingliang Mountain, thousands of households, and the prosperity of civil engineering.

As the only surviving king with a different surname in the dynasty, Xu Xiao, the king of Beiliang, who has a mixed reputation in temples and rivers and lakes, as a meritorious military minister, can be said to have obtained everything except the emperor's throne.

...

The writing is good, it's not the plot of a teenager falling off a cliff, who is this protagonist going to write about, King Beiliang?

Yu Huai became a little interested and continued to read.

The little prince has not cried since he was born, he doesn't know anything about reading and writing, he can only speak at the age of six, his name is mighty, Xu Longxiang, it is rumored that the old fairy of Longhu Mountain gave it back then, and said that he would come to accept apprentices after 12 years, and this is not as promised.

...

It seems that the protagonist is not the king of Beiliang, it should be this Xu Longxiang, has he been writing since he was six years old? And this character, the number of ways of the protagonist of the reckless man?

Continuing to look down, Yu Huai skimmed off the idea that Xu Longxiang was the protagonist again, because this son named Xu Fengnian was too much in tune with the protagonist's temperament.

The old road of Longhu Mountain, who came to the door for the first time, was regarded by him as a charlatan and let a group of vicious dogs bite him, and after explaining clearly, Xu Fengnian actually sent three maids to knock on the door at night to enter the house to warm the quilt.

Sure enough, the chapter is not over yet.,The real protagonist appears.,But this protagonist is a bit miserable.,Although there's still a groom.,But the two are no different from beggars.。

It's a bit interesting to write.,It's clear that my father is the king of Beiliang who is powerful in the world.,But when the protagonist appears, it's so miserable.,People want to read it.,The hook is good.。

Yu Huai finally got a little interested, starting from the super newcomer event, he has been reviewing the manuscript for two days, this is the first novel that can let him read it.

A master and a servant of Han came to the tavern and shouted "Xiao Er is on wine", but Xiao Er suspected that he couldn't afford to pay for the wine.

Xu Fengnian fell asleep after a sentry, Xiao Er was curious, the earth roared, and the ironclad heavy cavalry commander "Qi Dangguo" arrived at the door of the tavern, knelt down and saluted to take the prince home.

The first chapter was unconsciously read by Yu Huai, and he set the tone that 100,000 words would not collapse and become a masterpiece, and he continued to read the second chapter with an inquiring mentality.

Xu Longxiang, who came in a hurry, carefully carried Xu Fengnian on his back and led two hundred iron horsemen into the city.

Along the way, countless young ladies and daughters, girls from good families fled.

The Qinglou Oiran all cried with joy, looking through Qiushui and saying, "I want to scare the slave family." ”

Yu Huai is interesting to read, there are so many martial arts novels, and it is the first novel to depict the protagonist as a big man.

One person followed two hundred Liangzhou Tie into the city, with a slender figure, a white robe, picturesque eyebrows, red phoenix eyes and peach blossom eyes, narrow and charming, white as jade, standard beauty melon seed face, handsome and extraordinary, not like a mundane thing in the world.

...

The white fox appeared on the stage, and the plot became more and more fascinating, as the plot progressed, Yu Huai gradually understood that Xu Fengnian was forced to travel the rivers and lakes, no wonder Xu Xiao, the king of Beiliang, didn't fight back and scolded him back.

Raise the princess of the dead country at home, let him assassinate himself casually, don't play with others, and call Chu Lushan, who burns, kills, loots and does all kinds of evil, brothers.

After three years of traveling in the rivers and lakes, he came back and listed a whole piece of rice paper for the enemy, and asked his father to help him find revenge.

This protagonist doesn't look like a good guy no matter how he looks at it, but he can hook people to look down.

At first, Yu Huai thought about reading it cursoryly, and then reviewing other drafts, but now it's okay, and I don't have the heart to read anything else.

Yu Huai directly maximized the screen and began to read it word by word.

To send his younger brother to Longhu Mountain, he had to let Niubi Lao Dao exchange it for a little Taoist aunt under the age of thirty-five, but this stupid brother only listened to him.

"Bullnose old man, I said, don't let anyone bully Huang Man, although I, Xu Fengnian, am an unscrupulous gentleman, but what the consequences are, you should understand."

Oh my God, is that the benefit of choosing the protagonist as the main character? The sense of substitution is here, what's going on, I'm so cool but I don't know where it's cool.

It's a great book.

took the white fox face to the Qinglou to find Yu Youwei and was assassinated, and after bringing all the two back to the palace, they were assassinated again, saving the old kui at the bottom of the lake, but this guy didn't recognize his six relatives, and in the end he was actually subdued by the horseman Lao Huang who had leaky front teeth.

Yu Huai looked down chapter after chapter, and she still didn't know that the company was gone, until she turned to the last chapter.

Lao Huang wants to go to Emperor Wu City to retrieve the world's fourth-famous sword "Huang Lu".

In the end, Lao Huang, who had been a blacksmith for 30 years in the first half of his life, and Lao Huang, who had been a horseman in the palace for the second half of his life, became famous all over the world, but only left Xu Fengnian a letter.

Unconsciously, Yu Huai's eyes were already wet.

A complete world view, good writing, and an unheard of system, this is to create a genre.

This book can be a big hit!

Hey, but why did he send out so many words at once, he wouldn't have lost the manuscript, right?

It's hard to come across a good book, but don't send it for a day.

Yu Huai, who was anxious, hurriedly flipped through his penguin number to see if Wang Huai had added his friends, but the recent applications were all rummaged and he didn't find the author in the remarks.

There was no way, Yu Huai quickly flipped through the signing contract on the website again, found the penguin number filled in by Wang Huai, and sent the friend application over.

But Wang Huai is working the question at this time, how can he have the time to look at his mobile phone.