Chapter 315 314 "Fighting Swordsmanship in the Snow"
Fang Minghua doesn't like to hear this.
Indeed, since Jin Yong Gu Long’s martial arts became popular in the mainland, many counterfeit works have emerged: Quan Yong, Jin Yong, Ji Long, Guyu. There are many imitations, and most of them are It is a shoddy work, but there are also excellent works in it.
Fang Minghua once read a book called "The Nine Parts of the Dragon" signed by Jin Yong. Not only did he touch on the author, but he also directly touched on the title of the book.
Before coming to this era in the future, Fang Minghua bought it out of curiosity and read it. It was a prequel to The Eight Parts of Demi-Gods and Dragons. His imagination was unrestrained, and he described the prequel story of Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yanqing in a rich and colorful writing style.
The writing style of the novel is passable, and the structure is also quite ingenious. Duan Zhengchun is written once, and Duan Yanqing is written another time. The two lines are intertwined and advanced, and the last two lines converge at the end. In fact, it can be regarded as a fan of "Dragon Babu" arts.
However, a fight is a fight, and in the Mainland, Fang Minghua cannot defend himself in front of the original author, but Huang Ying is a little reluctant.
"Mainland readers, apart from reading pirated editions and writing shoddy junk books under the names of our Hong Kong writers, do the mainland have martial arts novels of their own? They can't write them at all! They can only write some so-called scar literature!"
Holy shit!
This map was shot.
Siblings Ni Kuang and Yi Shu all changed their colors.
The person you are chatting with is not an ordinary writer from Xiangjiang, but a famous writer from Mainland China, who is here on behalf of the Mainland Writers Association!
"Huang Ying, you drank too much!" Ni Kuang quickly stopped him.
“I didn’t drink too much!” Huang Ying looked at Fang Minghua with a red face and said, “Mr. Fang, am I right? As one of our traditional Chinese cultures, martial arts culture has its roots in the mainland, but it has been You lost it! It’s us Xiangjiang people who picked it up again! Do you think there are any real martial arts novels in the mainland now?”
The atmosphere is a bit tense.
Everyone looked at Fang Minghua.
Fang Minghua sat there and smiled lightly: "Mr. Huang, what you said makes sense to a certain extent, but it is not entirely correct."
"Oh, where do you think I went wrong?"
"It is true that martial arts novels and even martial arts culture are flourishing in Hong Kong and Taiwan, but this does not mean that there are no excellent martial arts novels in our mainland!
"Then, Mr. Fang, which one? Am I all ears? ”
""Swordsman in the Snow""
"What? Who wrote it? I haven't heard of it."
"Of course you haven't heard of it, because it hasn't been written yet."
"Oh, Mr. Fang, you want to write about martial arts?!" Huang Ying suddenly understood.
“Isn’t it possible?”
"Haha." Huang Ying laughed. He looked at Fang Minghua and said leisurely: "Some people think that martial arts novels are popular literature and cannot be compared with serious literature. But you think that those who can write serious literature well can also write martial arts well? Not necessarily!"
Everyone present could understand this.
You, Fang Minghua, are a writer. Of course you can write martial arts novels, but when you write them, they are just shoddy works.
Fang Minghua did not answer directly. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine to moisten his throat. He picked up the chopsticks and whispered softly:
"Between Beimang Cavalry and Jubeicheng. On that horizontal line, eighteen people, eighteen martial arts masters, gathered outside Jubei City
It has never happened in the world in thousands of years, and it will never happen in the next thousand years.
What is true invincibility?
This is it.
The sound of hooves and drums of Beiliang cavalry is so heroic.
Outside the Northwest Pass, in front of the army formation, those self-registered numbers, how can they show the style of the Central Plains?
Jiang Ni beat the drum like thunder and shouted angrily: "Kill!"
The peerless style is just like Wu Su, the princess of Northern Liang.
Xu Fengnian clenched the cold knife and said silently: "Kill!"
Almost at the same time, all the masters on the front line chanted the word "kill".
With eighteen people, they will resist the enemy's 400,000 cavalry! ”
After using the word "kill" three times in a row, Fang Minghua tapped the edge of the table with his chopsticks, and the atmosphere in the private room seemed to be filled with a murderous atmosphere.
Jin Yong, who had been silent just now as if he was an outsider, suddenly opened his eyes.
This text description is very similar to the scene in "Dragon Babu" written by me, in which Qiao Feng and Yan Yunshiba rode up to the Shaolin Temple to challenge the martial arts in the Central Plains. But the former is even more burning!
The other people also looked at Fang Minghua with wide eyes, they were all playing with words. Although Fang Minghua only talked about a fragment, there were so many characters that appeared, as if he was seeing the structure of a huge novel.
Jubeicheng, Beimang Cavalry, Beiliang Iron Cavalry, eighteen martial arts masters, Jiang Ni, Xu Fengnian
A few strokes form a magnificent and tragic picture.
Huang Ying was also secretly surprised.
This Fang Minghua is amazing.
I can't write words with this kind of courage, nor can Gu Long. Only Mr. Cha can write it.
But he is young and refuses to admit defeat.
"It's just a paragraph. Who doesn't know how to write it? A martial arts novel is hundreds of thousands of words long!"
After hearing this, Ni Kuang was feeling bitter and couldn't express his feelings.
Long story?
You really drank too much, kid.
Don’t you know that someone wrote a science fiction novel of over one million words? Selling well in Japan and Mainland China!
Not to mention the movie "Crossing Guandong" which also won the Mao Dun Award in Mainland China!
I can write longer stories than you!
However, Jin Yong is very optimistic about this Huang Ying and has been trained as the successor of the deceased Gu Long, so Ni Kuang can't say much.
Fang Minghua invited him here, and he couldn't offend him. He had no choice but to raise his glass and greet Fang Minghua: "Mr. Fang, drink, drink."
Ni Kuang still had to give him face, and besides, there was his sister sitting next to him. Fang Minghua was too lazy to pay attention to the arrogant Huang Ying and raised his wine glass.
He looked at Wen Ruian, who was silent next to him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wen, Mr. Cha is too old to drink tea but not alcohol. Let's raise a glass together?"
"Okay, Mr. Fang. "Wen Ruian also quickly picked up the wine glass in front of him.
When Huang Ying saw this posture, he suddenly became angry again.
Yishu here is a female and doesn’t drink. Mr. Cha is old and only drinks tea. The rest are Ni Kuang, Fang Minghua, Wen Ruian and him.
As a result, three people were invited to clink glasses but he was not invited. What does this mean?
This is too much!
Huang Ying immediately wanted to slam the table and leave, but he didn't dare.
Mr. Cha is here. Besides, the Ni Kuang brothers and sisters are not easy to mess with.
Today they treat you but they don’t give you face. Then you will be able to enjoy your fruit in Xiangjiang later.
So his anger had to be directed at Fang Minghua.
Of course, we are all literati, so we can’t just rush in and try to get in the way like Young and Dangerous.
So after the three of them clinked glasses, he also raised his glass and looked at Fang Minghua: "Mr. Fang, what Mao Dun Literature Award did you win for the serious literature you wrote? Mainlanders admire you very much. The science fiction novels you wrote, Brother Ni Kuang "I admire you for writing a martial arts novel."
"Okay."
Fang Minghua answered simply and neatly, which surprised Huang Ying and made him laugh again. .
"Mr. Fang, are you just going to write that book "The Fighting Swordsman in the Snow"? Well, if it is very popular in Hong Kong and I admire it, I, Huang Ying, will stop writing martial arts and never write martial arts again!"
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"Yellow Eagle!"
Ni Kuang and Wen Ruian quickly stopped.
Are you kidding?
Only Jin Yong still sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, only glanced at Huang Ying slightly and said nothing.
“OK” Fang Minghua was not polite, picked up the wine glass and touched it with the other party.
"A gentleman's words"
"A horse is hard to catch!"
The two drank it all in one gulp.
(End of this chapter)