Chapter 135 The Protagonist Appears (45)
I wanted an explanation, but instead asked for a book. Everyone present looked unhappy.
"Boss Tang, what do you mean?" said an old man with a white beard.
This person is acquainted with Lan Xin. He is very good at writing first-person heroine novels and is a pioneer in the literature of loving wives.
The heroines in the book are so delicate that they will shed tears for a long time when the wind blows. However, in reality, he especially likes barbecue, oyster kidneys and other things are not left out at every meal, and he even gargles half a pound of wine. Jin base.
"Yes, Boss Tang, is it so difficult to give an explanation?" A little girl muttered dissatisfied.
Although he looks cute and speaks delicately, this person is a novelist who writes fairy novels. The characters in his novels are decisive in killing and fighting bravely. From the beginning to the end, every book trembles. Dozens of corpses can fly out with a shake.
"Boss Tang, you are not authentic." The cold young woman said dissatisfiedly while drinking tea.
This one is even more important. She writes romance novels that are extremely fragrant and feature countless beauties. Ordinary people can’t stand it. The content is all about men as protagonists, but not many people know that she is actually a woman. .
After hearing the complaints from everyone in the room, Boss Tang was not angry. Instead, he pointed at the book and said, "Look, look and then talk."
Seeing that Boss Tang was in a hurry, some people could only open the book and start reading.
At first, they came with grievances.
After just a few chapters, they stopped complaining and focused entirely on the book.
My companion who had not yet read the book wanted to ask what was going on, but others immediately asked him to shut up and continued reading.
Gradually, the discussion gradually subsided, and the only sound left in the room was the sound of people turning over books, as quiet as if they were back in class.
Their expressions also became quite exciting, sometimes frowning, sometimes with tears, and some were so emotional that they even cried on the spot, which made the onlookers confused but felt that this should be a good book.
Looking at the reactions of others, Lan Xin felt that she understood Boss Tang’s intention.
This is a book that Tangjia Bookstore has to rush to finish even if it postpones the printing of other books.
And these people have become the signatures of this propaganda. After all, what better propaganda can there be than a vote of authors who are collectively moved.
A businessman is a businessman, and he is so treacherous in everything he does.
After sighing with emotion, Lan Xin also opened the book and read it seriously.
However, unlike others who were immersed in it, Lan Xin became more and more frightened as she watched.
First-class writing, first-class conception, first-class character...
Any author will have his own shortcomings and strengths, and every author will constantly explore his own strengths. Then use this as a selling point to write a book.
But Fang Wai...he has no shortcomings.
This was a terrifying swordsman who didn't bother to use any tricks during the battle and just slashed him with one sword.
No matter who you are in the literary world, no matter what topic master you are, in front of this sword that contains supreme power, you will all die!
"Nah..."
Some people are complaining in a low voice. It is because they have seen the strength of the other party and are desperate because of the difference in strength, so they have to use swear words to cover it up. Own.
More people had golden eyes, like old cows, wanting to regurgitate every word in their mouths several times before swallowing it carefully.
Literati have looked down on each other since ancient times, but if the other person is really good, they can only look up to him.
And if the hard power frightened Lan's heart, then the demonic performance in the plot made Lan's heart palpitate.
The descriptions of the demons in it were vivid, and the various wonderful descriptions made Lan Xin realize that the other party was not writing the book with imagination, but that the other party had really been to a similar place. And judging from the description, that place is Dao Jue.
The person who can easily enter and leave Dao Jue, and even easily destroy the golden elixir demon, must be the ancestor of Nascent Soul somewhere.
After reading these words carefully, Lan Xin was extremely satisfied.
The literal hunger was relieved, and at the same time she could see the state of mind of Yuanying Ancestor. This feeling was so different that she became extremely curious about the outside world.
At this moment, Lan Xin felt homesick.
She really wanted to go back and find an opportunity to get to know Fang Wai, discuss novel writing techniques with him, and listen to his teachings.
If possible, she even hopes that the other party will come to the Hehuan Sect for guidance. I believe everyone will welcome it.
Thinking of this, she closed the book, put it into her pocket, and said to Boss Tang: "Boss Tang, you did a good job."
Knowing that her little trick had been seen through, Boss Tang He was not embarrassed, but pointed to the book and said: "If the book was not really good, I would not dare to do this. Everyone, do you understand?"
The old man with the gray beard smiled bitterly: "Yes. Don’t you understand? As soon as this book came out, there was a killing spree, and we old guys couldn’t defeat it.” , "The sword cultivator in this book is the sword cultivator, I really can't compare."
"My book is a few days late." The cold young woman sighed helplessly, "Even if I can barely print it, If it comes out, the effect may not be good, it is better to wait for a while.”
Everyone's voices of agreement rang out. After all, in the face of absolute strength, it would not be shameful to take a few steps back, but it would be shameful to hit someone head-on.
Seeing that everyone agreed, Boss Tang thanked everyone, and then said: "Thank you all, Tangjia Bookstore will definitely give you satisfactory compensation."
"There is no need for compensation. If we have the opportunity, let us Let’s meet Mr. Fang Wai and discuss it with him.”
“That’s right, I want to treat Mr. Fang Wai to a meal and imbue him with some literary talent. Maybe the next book will be better.”
After listening to everyone's discussion, Boss Tang clasped his fists again: "Sorry, this gentleman likes to be quiet. And let me tell you, this gentleman does not write books specifically, but makes games. This book is an adaptation of his game of the same name. Soon It will be released later.”
"The game...I thought it had the same name, but I didn't expect it to be true!"
"The one from "The Record of Refining Weapons and Clouds"? I also go there to collect materials from time to time, and I feel that the players there can be very abusive. It’s interesting.”
“I like to play “Wandering Corridor 2”. Why can’t a monk write a book?”
“No wonder you’ve been late!”
“It’s amazing. The games are amazing and the novels are amazing. Whose monk is this? It’s amazing.”
After listening to everyone's discussion, Lan Xin suddenly didn't want to leave.
In other words, wait until you play the game before leaving.
She has never heard of the games others mentioned. After all, she has no friends in the Refining Pavilion. She doesn’t like to go out, and she doesn’t like to invite people to her home. She is basically insulated from the outside world.
Now, after learning that such an interesting novel was actually a game promotion, she immediately became interested in the game and was eager to know what kind of game "Way of the Sword" was.
Ten days later, the novel was released.
As soon as it was released, this novel sparked a heated discussion in the Weapon Refining Pavilion. The "Refining Wind and Cloud Record", which was originally full of trolls, even experienced a period of calm. Everyone was discussing the sword cultivation in it, which made this work more popular. further heating.
Swordsmanship sects such as Zhengyiyiyi also ushered in a wave of craze. The number of people who signed up to become swordsmen increased a lot year-on-year. However, after joining, they cried and shouted, "This is not the swordsmanship I want." There are also many people.
Under the spotlight, the game that protects the game jade slips, "The Way of the Sword" has finally made its debut.
(End of this chapter)