Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 315 Chapter 314 "Fighting Swordsmanship in the Snow"

Fang Minghua didn'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 shoddy works, but There are also many 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 curiously bought and read the prequel to The Eight Parts of Demi-god and Dragon. His wild imagination and rich writing style described the prequel story of Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yanqing.

The writing style of the novel is passable, and the structure is also quite clever. One chapter is written about Duan Zhengchun, and another chapter is about Duan Yanqing. 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. In the Mainland, Fang Minghua cannot defend himself in front of the original author, but this Huang Ying is a bit reluctant.

"Mainland readers, apart from reading pirated copies and writing shoddy junk books under the names of our Hong Kong writers, do the mainland have their own martial arts novels? They can't write them at all! They can only write some so-called scar literature!"

What the hell!

This map was shot.
Siblings Ni Kuang and Yi Shu all changed their colors.

"Of course you haven't heard of it, because it hasn't been written yet."

This is.

"What? Who wrote it? I haven't heard of it."

It has never happened in the world in thousands of years, and it will never happen in the next thousand years.

You, Fang Minghua, are a writer. Of course you can write martial arts novels, but when you write them, they are just shoddy works.

Everyone looked at Fang Minghua.

Fang Minghua didn't 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:

The sound of hooves and drums of the Northern Liang cavalry is so heroic.

""Fighting Swordsman in the Snow""

"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!
"Excuse me, Mr. Fang, which one? I'm all ears?"

Fang Minghua sat there and smiled lightly: "Mr. Huang, what you say makes sense to a certain extent, but it is not entirely correct."

"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!"

"On the horizontal line between Beimang Cavalry and Jubei City, eighteen people, eighteen martial arts masters, gathered outside Jubei City.

What is true invincibility?

Everyone present could understand this.

"Oh, Mr. Fang, you want to write about martial arts?!" Huang Ying suddenly understood.

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've drunk too much!" Ni Kuang quickly stopped him.

The atmosphere was a bit tense.

"Isn't it possible?"

"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 you have completely destroyed it! Yes! We Xiangjiang people picked it up again! Do you think there are any real martial arts novels in the mainland now?"

"Oh, where do you think I went wrong?"

Outside the Northwest Pass, in front of the army formation, those self-registered numbers are so indescribable that they show the style of the Central Plains?

Jiang Ni beat the drum like thunder and shouted angrily: "Kill!"

Her peerless style is just like that of Princess Wu Su of Northern Liang.

Xu Fengnian clenched the 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 have to 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 description is very similar to the scene in "The Eight Parts of the Dragon" written by me, in which Qiao Feng and Yan Yun Shiba 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 Cavalry, eighteen martial arts masters, Jiang Ni, Xu Fengnian
A few strokes create a magnificent yet tragic picture.

Huang Ying was also secretly surprised.

This Fang Minghua is amazing.

I couldn't write words with this kind of courage, nor could Gu Long. Only Mr. Cha could 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 felt so miserable that he couldn't express it.

Long story?

You kid really drank too much.

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!
People can write longer stories than you!

However, Jin Yong was very optimistic about Huang Ying and had already trained him as the successor of the deceased Gu Long, so Ni Kuang couldn't say much.

Fang Minghua invited him here by himself, 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. Can we raise a glass together?"

"Okay, Mr. Fang." Wen Ruian quickly picked up the wine glass in front of him.

When Huang Ying saw this posture, he suddenly became angry again.

Yi Shu 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 the other four.

As a result, three people were invited to clink glasses but he was not invited. What does this mean?
Deceiving too much!

Huang Ying immediately wanted to slam the table and leave, but he didn't dare.

Mr. Cha is sitting here. Besides, the Ni Kuang brothers and sisters are not easy to mess with.

They are treating you today and don't give them face. Then you will be able to enjoy the good things in Xiangjiang later.

So his anger had to be directed at Fang Minghua again.

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, you won the Mao Dun Literature Award for your serious literature. Mainlanders admire you very much. Brother Ni Kuang admires your science fiction novels. You write a martial arts novel." , let me also admire you?”

"Row."

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 again!"

"Yellow Eagle!"

"Yellow Eagle!"

Ni Kuang and Wen Ruian quickly stopped him.

Are you kidding me?
Only Jin Yong still sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, only glanced at Huang Ying slightly and said nothing.

"OK" Fang Minghua said without politeness, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with the other party.

"A gentleman's word"

"It's hard to chase a horse!"

The two drank it all in one gulp.

(End of this chapter)