Liyue Fengxiangren of the original god

"Damn it! Why are there still so many things to do in Xiangsheng Hall!"

Gu Sanqiu gritted his teeth, the strong tea in his left hand and the strong coffee in his right were placed on the table, beside him were many pens that had been completely scrapped.

No way, a fairy went crazy to increase his hand speed, which is really not something ordinary tools can withstand.

Gu Sanqiu strongly suspected that before he came back, his father was absolutely maintaining the minimum operation of the Xiangsheng Hall, just waiting for him to come back and put the burden on his shoulders!

"Who told you to kill yourself, you didn't say hello to us when you came back after going out for so long, now it's in the hands of Walnut."

Xingqiu, who came here specially to see the jokes, laughed heartily, but it's a pity that it's not time for dinner, otherwise he would definitely gnash his teeth at Gu Sanqiu, but he had to work hard and eat three big bowls.

Should I tell him that this is a task given to him by his father, the King of Rock?

Forget it, Gu Sanqiu chose to hold back for his father's big plan and retirement plan.

Although he has always felt that there is no essential difference between the so-called big plan and fishing in retirement.

"Second brother Xing, are you here specifically to do something!"

Gu Sanqiu's dangerous eyes swept away: "It just so happens that my strength has improved after going out this time, should I give you a special training."

"Get out, I won't do special training with you, but if you think about it, you should know that you bastard has bad intentions."

Xing Qiu opened the folding fan and fanned it lightly, with the attitude of a handsome young man.

Since the Auxerre incident, the family has changed a lot about Xingqiu's behavior and dreams, that is, some restrictions have been relaxed.

Anyway, at least from Gu Sanqiu's point of view, this bastard Xingqiu is turning his style of painting more and more in the direction of "Jianghu refined guest".

The kind who are handsome and have high combat effectiveness at the same time.

"Work honestly, just let you feel how I feel when the Ten Gold Fair is busy on weekdays."

Xingqiu's eyes became strange: "By the way, you made a lot of noise when you went out this time, and you can actually change into a dragon?"

"Brothers basically grew up together, it's a bit outrageous for you to actually hide from your brothers."

Gu Sanqiu:?

"Who told you that I can change into a dragon, and there is something wrong with your focus."

"Don't make wild guesses, this kind of rumors are often spread faster than real information."

Xingqiu said: "Now who doesn't know that a huge strange dragon appeared inexplicably on Dao's wife's battlefield, and it is a terrifying creature that can easily trigger a strong earthquake."

"Combined with the identities of Ye Zi and Sha Lei, I can't think well when you are a brother, and I don't even know where you are going?"

"Well, what you said makes a lot of sense."

Gu Sanqiu admitted: "However, let me state in advance that I really didn't intend to hide that trick from you. The old me really couldn't use it."

"Tsk, it's a pity, what a great idea, you accidentally exposed it."

Xing Qiu patted his thigh, and looked at Gu Sanqiu with a heartbroken look.

"If you had told me earlier, no matter what, I would still be able to occupy a place, and when you come up with a unique move, I would still be known as a prophet!"

Gu Sanqiu: "You bastard, don't you plan to use this unique idea to write a novel?"

"You just know."

Xingqiu said: "Inaozuma's got your attention this time. Their local light novel authors already have someone who writes about it, and it's serialized in Yaedo's new magazine."

"Even if you can tell me a lot of secrets now, if you want to enter the stage, you will not be able to achieve the original effect. After all, creativity is just a gimmick. If you really want to continue to be popular, you still need excellent plot and writing."

Gu Sanqiu rolled his eyes: "Then let me tell you another idea. In fact, as long as I am willing, I will be able to become the Gale Tornado Demon God in ancient times in a short time. Do you want to try it?"

"I have a way at Inazuma Yaedo. It's unrealistic to have your novels on the counter, but the best recommended position will definitely be reserved for you."

"Are you a wind god? The Son of West Wind seeks power and usurps the throne?"

Xingqiu was thoughtful: "Possessing the ancient inheritance of another Fengshen, who was conferred the title of the Son of West Wind in modern times, but he is unwilling to be under others, and wants to overthrow the rule of Fengshen."

"The protagonist fell into the evil way because of utilitarianism, but at this time, a girl appeared who was as cold and pure as a pure heart, but was extremely gentle to the protagonist, and brought him back to normal step by step, and finally won the title of Fengshen of the New Era through hard work .”

"When the protagonist became the second wind god and got this glorious title, it was also the moment when he proposed to the girl who was always by his side."

It seems to be very funny!

Xingqiu's eyes lit up: "This routine is not bad. If we can get some high-quality illustrations to supplement and describe the key parts of the plot, and further enhance the reader's ability to associate, this novel will definitely be a hit!"

As for nonsense such as "comedy and happy endings are not sublime" and "childish perfection has no depth", Xingqiu has always been completely unfazed.

A work can sing praises or tell sorrows, it depends on the creator himself.

In a peaceful age, the idea of ​​finding a sense of existence and excitement in a tragedy, but not knowing the blessing in the blessing, has become more and more popular in recent years.

Some masters who have great experience in creating tragedies, and even some apprentices who study tragedy creation, are the real "literary creations", not sick people who need to go to Bubulu to prescribe medicine.

More works and authors are moaning without illness, or are far-fetched, looking for a title that meets "high quality" and "high artistic level" to add color to their clumsy writing.

In short, the latter intends to trick some people into accepting rice.

Anyway, Xingqiu's goal is very simple, that is to write a work that can be praised by others, so that the second young master of the expert will be quite satisfied.

"You guys who write novels are terrible."

Gu Sanqiu was helpless: "Don't mess around with this kind of thing. Even if we are friendly neighbors, if you really dare to write it, you must go to Xifeng Church as a volunteer."

"Of course, I don't have the guts of you. What I write will definitely be changed secretly."

Xingqiu said in a tone of voice: "Demon God, we are not Gu Sanqiu, Gu Dashen, and we are able to face the blade of the Demon God. I really admire it."

"You are enough"

Gu Sanqiu laughed: "It's just that people are in a period of demons, so I was able to find an opportunity. If you let me face a demon god in full bloom now, I will be ashes in the next second."

Xingqiu didn't care about this: "Never mind him, anyway, in the eyes of caring people, he has gained a lot of reputation. During this period, the work of the Ten Gold Association has been carried out very well, and there are a lot fewer people making trouble."