Collection of Chinese Classics: I broadcast history live and talk to the past and present

The live broadcast is still going on, and the whole nation is boiling.

In every corner of the land of China, Xiao Xian's live broadcast tonight has almost covered everyone's attention.

At this time, 25 minutes of the live broadcast history has passed, and the number of people online at the same time has reached a terrifying 70 million.

No platform, no celebrity anchor can have such a terrible appeal.

CCTV's program today is still business as usual, full of the cold and hard feeling of official authority.

In the conference room of CCTV, there are also several people sitting at the same time. If they stomp their feet casually, any local station and live media field will be terrified.

Murong Zhongchao watched Xiao Xian's live broadcast, sighing constantly, and the regret on his face was beyond words.

He could still control it at the beginning, but when he saw Xiaoxian's third episode, which created such an excellent miracle, he couldn't control it.

"I shouldn't have let him go in the first place. It was really a mistake. Otherwise, the program of"Collection of Chinese Culture" should be broadcast by CCTV. This is an entertainment live broadcast. It is a golden work with high aesthetics and educational ability!"

Ouyang Zhenzhen wore casual clothes today. She didn't have any program in the evening. She took off her professional clothes. She looked a little more pure, like a girl next door, less cold and more down-to-earth.

She didn't care about her master. Since Xiao Xian re-entered the CCTV's sight, the director almost searched for regret medicine on the Internet.

Ouyang Zhenzhen is not surprised by such things.

She looked at Xiao Xian, and all the worlds in the live broadcast seemed to disappear. Only that figure was deeply imprinted in her heart and never faded away...

In the Kyoto Institute of History Research, watching Xiao Xian's live broadcast seems to have become a kind of rule.

Dong Changping and Liu Xuexi didn't quarrel tonight. The two old men of national treasure level are not young.

But they have almost experienced the cruelest era. After all, some younger students next to them are too young. How can they have the impression of them?

"I said, Lao Liu, is this still a live broadcast? Even if it is a movie, it can't be restored so realistically, right?"Dong Changping's heart was bleeding, and it was even more painful.

He had seen the brutal faces of the Japanese pirates and the bloody world after the massacre.

Although he was a child at that time, some things and some pictures fell in his childhood. The shadow is a lifelong thing, and it can never go away.

"Old Dong, we really need to meet this young man when we have time. His excellence is far beyond our imagination. Just the restoration of this scene, from your point of view, can't find the slightest flaw!"

Liu Xuexi's eyes were moist. He had also seen that turbulent era. Compared with the young people today, he and Dong Changping could understand each other's emotions better.

The live broadcast was still going on. Xiao Xian knew that the current time was the last moment of the defense of Teng County.

The enemy will launch a general attack soon, and then this land will become a real purgatory. The camera has been following Xiao Xian's figure, capturing every detail of the old world.

The battlefield after the wolf smoke can still smell the pungent smell of gunpowder. Xiao Xian knew for the first time that when the smell of gunpowder and gun oil blended together, it could really make people nauseous and have a headache.

He didn't know how large the area covered by the battlefield was, as if it was endless.

The time here was slowly advanced by Xiao Xian with a special special effect technique. Because of the limitation of the live broadcast time, the development of events must be accelerated.

This technology does not give the audience In the experience of time, there is no discomfort or sense of separation.

At this moment, under the premise of accelerated time, the sky has gradually darkened, and the jackal is still outside staring at the small county town with a vicious gaze. The screams of the wounded are everywhere on the ground, and the number of military doctors is simply not enough.

Xiao Xian immediately entered the battlefield to help the medical staff carry the wounded, get stretchers, and help bandage wounds.

The system constrained him from directly participating in the battle, but did not restrict him in this regard.

Obviously, the system's judgment is that this behavior cannot affect the outcome of the entire incident.

Because history cannot be changed!

Not long after, Xiao Xian's body was rubbed with pieces of blood, mixed with the soil on the ground, very embarrassed.

His hair was also messy, but no one laughed at him.

At this moment, Xiao Xian seemed to fit in better with that world, without any sense of disobedience.