Reckless man of entertainment who started from a novel

Chapter 341 He's Just a Martial Artist's Grave Keeper! [4k, ask for monthly pass, ask for full booking! 】

rushing river,

Splashing waves one by one.

On the shore, next to the willow tree.

Jiang Hongtu sat on the ground.

"Declaration of war?"

"Wuxia is dead? What did he say?"

The smiling face that often hung on Jiang Hongtu's face disappeared, replaced by a frosty expression.

He slid his fingers down, and instead of replying to Zhen Buping's words, he lowered his head and read the gauntlet "Soul Breaking Gun".

""Soul Breaking Gun"?"

【Who doesn't know that Sazilong is short, thin, sharp, and hard, with eyes as bright as a big star in a frosty night?
However, now he has meat on him.

The bureau has been changed to an inn, and he himself occupies three north rooms in the back yard, with a big gun standing in the corner, and there are a few pigeons in the yard.

It's just that at night, he closed the door of the small courtyard and got used to his "Five Tigers Soul-Breaking Spear".

This gun and this set of guns have been created for him in the northwest area for 20 years: the words "Sharp Gun Sand Dragon" have never met an opponent.

Now, this gun and this set of guns will no longer add glory to him; it just makes him feel less sad when he touches the cold, slippery, hard and trembling pole.

Only when you pick up a gun alone at night can you believe that you are still a "sharp gun sand".

During the day, he doesn't talk much about martial arts and past events; his world has been blown away by the strong wind...]

The end of the martial arts, the awakening of the rivers and lakes, are all between the lines.

Jiang Hongtu dismissed it at first, but then frowned slightly, his expression became extremely complicated.

When he saw Sand Dragon, he seemed to see the late hero.

[Wang Sansheng and Xiao Shun dare not go to the Earth Temple to perform arts anymore, and none of them brag about Sha Zilong anymore; Kick to death.

Not to mention that Wang Sansheng lost to him, Sha Zilong was not his opponent either.

However, Wang Sansheng finally met with the old man, and Sha Zilong didn't even dare to say a hard word.

"Sharp Gun Sand Dragon" gradually seems to be forgotten by people.

The night was quiet and crowded, Sha Zilong closed the small door, and stabbed down the 64 gun in one go; then, leaning on the gun, looking at the stars in the sky, he remembered the majesty of the wild forest in Yedian back then.

Sighing, he slowly stroked the cool and slippery body of the gun with his fingers, and then smiled slightly, "Don't pass it on! Don't pass it on!"】

Five thousand words is very short, but to Jiang Hongtu, it will not be shorter than the [-] years he has been struggling...

He sat under the willow tree blankly, looking sad or weeping.

Without him, Jiang Hongtu understood.

See clearly what Li Xiang wants to express.

"Jingle Bell……"

The phone rang again, and I don't know how many times it rang this morning.

But he still didn't answer... Hang up the phone and open WeChat.

[Zhen Buping: Lao Jiang?Did you see the news? 】

[Zhen Buping: Lao Jiang?Speed ​​back to me! 】

[Zhen Buping: Hurry up and fight back!People are riding on your neck to shit and pee! 】

【…】

Throughout the morning, Zhen Buping sent many messages, but Jiang Hongtu didn't reply to any of them.

At this moment, the sun is flying in the sky, and the autumn tiger is attacking,

Jiang Hongtu's heart was cold from head to toe.

"There's no need to search for the tombstone, Li Xiang...you've already found it."

[Jiang Hongtu: I can't fight back...]

【Zhen Buping: Why can't you fight back?Isn't it just a short martial arts story?Do you write less on weekdays? 】

[Jiang Hongtu: It's different. 】

When Zhen Buping saw Jiang Hongtu's news, his lungs really exploded.

It's all right for Wang Cheng to be output by someone's face, how much does he own? Zhen Buping doesn't know?
But you, Jiang Hongtu, are not in this half-dead state on weekdays.

If anyone says bad things about martial arts in front of you, you dare to point his nose and curse,

Whoever he is,

And on what occasion.

how today

【Zhen Buping: What's the difference? 】

【Zhen Buping: You have to know, if you lose, there is nothing I can do. 】

He said it very bluntly, Zhen Buping had both sides in the Writers Association, and his influence was not as great as that of Yao Chongguang and Deng Wenhu.

If Jiang Hongtu had no use value, why should Zhen Buping stand up for him and promote him?
[Jiang Hongtu: No need, I admit defeat, I will explain to everyone on Weibo. 】

In fact... Li Xiang thought that Jiang Hongtu was coming out this time.For the quota of collection activities.

Zhen Buping also thought so, and he used the quota as a bargaining chip to pull Jiang Hongtu onto his boat.

In fact, Jiang Hongtu just wanted to find a grave for the martial arts man.

Collection activities, permanent collection of the National Library, how good Feng Shui is!

But it's no longer needed, and using "Soulbreaker Gun" as a tombstone seems to be passable.

After he finished speaking, no matter how many messages Zhen Buping sent next, Jiang Hongtu ignored them all, which really made Zhen Buping very angry.

Zhen Buping thought that he was on the same side as himself, but in fact, Jiang Hongtu was not on the same side as him.

He is just a martial arts gravekeeper.

On the internet.

Many middle-aged people rarely log in to Weibo, which has not been logged in for 80 or [-] years.

For their memories, for their youth, Jiang Hongtu——

support!
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[Warrior is not dead!I didn’t watch it, but it doesn’t mean we are dead! 】
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[Serious words, we are here, martial arts will not die! 】
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["Broken Soul Gun" is too realistic, Li Xiang... Life is hard enough, this is not martial arts! 】

Many people supported Jiang Hongtu, and many fans of Li Xiang spoke up for him.
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[Don't talk about what's there and what's not, just say whether "Soulbreaker Gun" is good or not and that's it! 】
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【how?Jiang Hongtu is only allowed to swear, but the sword god is not allowed to fight back?What kind of fucking shit is this? 】
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[It is said that the authors of web articles are not allowed to participate in the collection activities, but one or two of them have been beaten by the authors of web articles and have no temper at all. 】

The two parties come and go, fighting hard.

But no one expected that at one o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Hongtu posted a new Weibo.

[Jiang Hongtu: I can't take this battle, so I admit defeat.Let me just say one more thing, if the authors of online articles are all people of Li Xiang's level, then the death of martial arts will be dead. 】

[Jiang Hongtu: You can die, big guy, don't forget! 】

[Jiang Hongtu: From today onwards, I will wash my hands in a golden basin and seal my pen...Everyone has a long way to go, so I will accompany you here. 】

As soon as Weibo was posted, many people looked silent.

Li wanted to understand that he and himself might be the same people, and the reason why they got to where they are today is due to luck.

"Martial arts will never die. I have the final say. It is said that a gentleman can deceive him, but I am not a gentleman."

Li Xiang grinned and said: "Don't worry, martial arts will not perish."

Some people remember Jiang Hongtu's golden basin washing his hands, and some people gave him a high evaluation after watching "Soul Breaking Gun".

[In the short story "Broken Soul Gun", Sand Dragon's last "unpassed" resounding through the night sky contains Sand Dragon and the deep historical atmosphere behind him.

In "Broken Soul Gun", Sha Zilong is guarding a remnant dream. In the novel, the character of Sha Zilong is given a tragic identity. The past history has been buried. Under the changes of the great era, Sha Zilong is lonely The land walks alone in the new era, and all of this has a strange similarity with the modern history of the Chinese people.

Li Xiang's "Broken Soul Gun" actually not only expresses the tragedy of a sand dragon, but also shows the tragic personality of an era through the tragedy of sand dragon, or reminds people of the nation at a deeper level. Chronic diseases, in fact, the development of society will inevitably produce all kinds of elimination.

——Zhang Zhiming, lecturer at Shancheng University]

[The novel "Broken Soul Gun" is less than [-] words, and only three characters are written, but it artistically expresses the various mentalities and pursuits of people in the transition period, and contains profound emotions in the short length.

The novel is exquisitely conceived, sophisticatedly written and rich in connotation, especially in today's transitional era, it has a unique power to inspire people's thoughts.

——Professor Ha Yingfei, School of Humanities]

[In "Broken Soul Gun", Li Xiang portrayed the protagonist Sha Zilong in the turbulent social environment of modern times, which showed Li Xiang's complex mentality of thinking about the original form of national traditional culture, but also difficult to give up.

——Dong Yinghong, Deputy Dean of Minzu University]

Everyone praised this "Broken Soul Gun" very highly, and many people privately called it the tomb of martial arts.

Because of the national collection activities, the commotion is getting bigger and bigger.

Li Xiang, as the No. 1 online article, declared war on his own in order to allow the author of the online article to participate as he wished. He first defeated Wangcheng and then Jiang Hongtu.

The members of the Writers Association are not reconciled, and dare not stand out.

I was afraid that Li Xiang's next target would be on me.

Didn't you say that the author of web articles is not qualified enough?

Then let's fight head-on, until you have nothing to say.

This was a blatant conspiracy without a trace of cover-up, but it left them in a dilemma.

After all, that was Li Xiang!

Who can guarantee that it will be successful?

But if you really want to let go, let's not talk about the issue of resources, the reduction of the share is a trivial matter. The crowd made a big noise before, but Li Xiang was overwhelmed by himself?
If it spreads out, wouldn't this group of face-seeking people become a bully?

Public opinion continued to ferment for several days.

Li Xiang shouldered this pressure alone, and the writers' association, etc., were completely unable to deal with Li Xiang, a hedgehog.

Tea room.

Yao Chongguang, Deng Wenhu, and Zhen Buping met again, but this time the atmosphere was much more serious than last time.

Amidst the scent of tea, Deng Wenhu took the initiative to speak:
"Li Xiang made such a big noise, it's unfair, don't all of your people become supplements..."

Anyway, this plan was proposed by Yao Chongguang, and it was Zhen Buping who took the lead in making the move. Not only did he not lose a bit, but he was excited to see now that he has no countermeasures. This cooperation, he may really be able to work hard.

"What do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean you can't hear me?"

"stop fighting."

Yao Chongguang frowned, stopped the quarrel, rubbed his temples, and felt powerless for a while. He didn't forget what he was pulling these people for.

He looked at Zhen Buping and asked:

"I'm not fair, Jiang Hongtu seals the pen, do you have any tricks in the future? If there are no tricks, I will come?"

"No, I'm the vanguard. If there's no reason, I'll let you go."

The old god Zhen Buping said that he was calm, as if everything was under control.

"That's good, fight back. Time is running out. If you wait any longer, I don't know how many people are watching our jokes."

"Today and tomorrow, there will be results."

"it is good."

Now that Zhen Buping had guaranteed the ticket, Yao Chongguang and Deng Wenhu had nothing to say, whether it was okay or not, let him finish his moves.

Tea room.

After talking about the business, Yao Chongguang and Deng Wenhu got up and left one after another, while Zhen Buping still sat there and waited.

More than two hours later, Wang Cheng opened the door, walked quickly to Zhen Buping, bent down and bowed his head:

"Master, Junior Brother Zhong, Bigu is over, I have contacted him, Junior Brother Zhong is now rushing here."

"it is good."

Zhen Buping suddenly opened his eyes, the light flashed in his eyes, he nodded and said:

"Where's the apple for him?"

"Don't worry, I've ordered people to buy apples, and they are guaranteed to be the best."

"Okay, Wang Cheng will meet your junior brother."

"Yes."

After Wang Cheng finished speaking, he got up and left quickly.

Half an hour later, the setting sun was like blood, and the door of the tea room opened again.

Zhong Shurong walked in slowly, seeing Zhen Buping, forced a smile on the corner of his mouth:
"Hello, master."

Zhong Shurong was thin, with a blue complexion, and white lips. It was obvious that he had been fasting for a long time, and his body couldn't take it anymore. He randomly scratched and rubbed his messy hair like a chicken coop. When he saw the apple on the coffee table, his eyes lit up, and he quickly He walked to the front, pulled the cushion, sat down, picked up an apple, and started to gobble it up like a hungry tiger.

Zhong Shurong... Before Li Xiang's rural teacher came out, he was once hailed as the most promising candidate to carry the banner of Chinese science fiction.

At the age of 15, he won the first prize of the Galaxy Award with "The Kiss of the Black Hole".

You know, the Galaxy Award is the highest honor award in the Chinese fantasy novel industry.

It is also the only science fiction award in China, and the award-winning works represent the highest level of China's creation.

As the highest honor in the field of Chinese fantasy novels, it has built a platform for Chinese science fiction writers, science fiction lovers, fantasy writers and fantasy lovers to display their works.

Usually the Galaxy Award is delayed by one year, which means that Zhong Shurong was 14 years old, and he wrote the highest level of science fiction in China at the age of 14.

That year, the country was a sensation.

Three years have passed since the release of "Kiss of the Black Hole". Zhong Shurong is now eighteen and still has only one work under his name. Countless people are looking forward to his second work, and to his winning the Nebula Award.

"Eat slowly, don't worry, there are plenty of apples here."

Zhen Buping looked at his apprentice kindly, and helped him pick an apple:
"You eat first, I'll talk about something. Your senior brother lost."

"Isn't it normal for him to lose?"

Zhong Shurong's mouth was full of apples, and when he heard Zhen Buping's words, he replied indifferently.

"The opposite is written in science fiction."

"Ok?"

Zhong Shurong stopped chewing, looked up at Zhen Buping suddenly, and asked, "Sci-fi?"

"Yes, the name is Village Teacher, and the writing is very good."

"interesting."

Zhong Shurong's eyes lit up, and he took a bite of the apple viciously, chewing and swallowing even the core.

Zhen Buping said with a smile: "He has called, go and meet him."

"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)