Heaven's Last Big Boss

Taoist Qianshan is very confused now.

He felt that he could not integrate into the ideological world of these young people at all.

Thinking back to those days, before discussing the Dao with Zhou Zheng, how happy and happy it was.

Living in Tianchi Immortal Temple, drinking century-old immortal wine, raising delicious cranes, and playing firewood and guqin.

That is, there is no dust in the world, and they are all transcendent people.

What now?

Sitting in grass nests by the side of the road, drinking vinegar-flavored drinks;

The incomprehensible debates continued to increase, and the mysterious stories made him question his own understanding.

The topic these young people are arguing now seems to be [the positive and negative effects of individual heroism in doomsday stories].

At this moment, the Taoist who moves the mountain fully feels that his way is not to move the mountain, nor does it belong to the earth industry, but...

boogie road.

He really doesn't know!

I saw that Zhou Zheng took the script that had just been revised by Li Zhiyong, and clicked his tongue lightly:

"Zhiyong, you are right, we should highlight the results of collective efforts and emphasize the background of the big era.

"But our story itself, come and see.

"The residents of the entire city are actually controlled by aliens. The destruction of human civilization by alien civilization is actually an exaggeration of the facts, exaggerating the crisis and controlling human beings. Human civilization still exists on the earth. The human war against aliens has reached the stage of a full-scale counterattack. .

"Then, people from outside discovered the existence of this city, and the Outer Alliance saved the city and drove away the aliens... Doesn't this story seem a little peaceful?

"There are no ups and downs, it seems that when the trend arrives, things happen naturally, and it feels a bit random.

"I think we can build a small team. They went through all kinds of hardships, penetrated the fog, broke through the blockade of the alien defense line, arrived in this city, discovered the human beings here, and they struggled hard. A signal has been sent, and we are besieged by aliens..."

Zhou Zheng's mouth was dry and his tongue was dry, and the Taoist who moved the mountain listened like a cloud.

Li Zhiyong thought carefully, shook his head and said:

"If this is the case, it is better to directly set up a protagonist in this story. The role of the protagonist in the story is to allow the audience to better substitute into the story and find a point of resonance."

"No, no, no," Zhou Zheng shook his head, "It should be a special operations team. We portray different characters to satisfy the tastes of different audiences. Their sacrifices and difficulties are the affirmation of the value of these saved mortals. "

"I don't think it is necessary," Li Zhiyong said, "We want to use this story to modify everyone's perceptions. There is no need to use too many artistic techniques. The simpler and more direct, the more shocking everyone can be, the more perfect it will be."

"I think a small team is necessary."

"What's the practical point of having a small team? Other than being the narrator of the story."

"Their sacrifice, dedication, persistence and bravery can also be an encouragement to provide motivation for these millions of bewildered human beings. As I said just now, their efforts are an affirmation of the value of the saved mortals."

"But in this way, will this team be deified..."

The argument between Zhou Zheng and Li Zhiyong was not intense, but both of them insisted that one should use the method of seeing the big from the small, and the other should use the method of background narrative.

Xiao Sheng scratched his head beside him, completely powerless for such a thing.

Yue Wushuang sees every stitch and reminds:

"Two screenwriters and directors, don't forget that half of the people affected by the disaster are women.

"Women's emotions are more delicate. If there is an emotional line in a team, it will be easier to arouse the emotional resonance of female audiences."

Zhou Zheng and Li Zhiyong fell silent immediately.

The two thought about each other, and quickly nodded slightly.

Li Zhiyong smiled and said, "I'm just offering my opinion. The monitor, your plan is feasible."

"It's okay if we come together."

Zhou Zheng greeted:

"Let's assume that the total number of words in this story does not exceed [-] words, of which [-] words are for the background of the story, and Zhiyong is responsible for this; [-] words are for the emotional line, and Wushuang is in charge."

Xiao Sheng stared and held his breath, his face full of anticipation.

Zhou Zheng pondered and said: "Brother Xiao, please contact the immortals and ask about the specific process of modifying memory. This is very important."

"no problem!"

"cat……"

Zhou Zheng yelled to the side in line with the principle of "rain and dew are all covered".

The Persian cat lying next to his lap looked up, its black jewel-like eyes were full of confusion: "Meow?"

"Sleep with you, it's fine."

Zhou Zheng squinted his eyes and smirked, continuing to concentrate on creating.

Taoist Qianshan frowned and pondered.

What is the use of these strange things discussed by these little guys.

However, what this Taoist did not expect was...

On the way of confusion and confusion, he is just a small apprentice who has just started.

Half a day later, Taoist Qianshan stood on the building of Qingyuan Yaodu, facing the increasingly hot sun in the morning, looking at the monks rushing around the city, his eyes full of emotion.

'Depends on what they're doing. '

Bai Mengxian once said so.

But at this moment, Taoist Qianshan saw that Futianmeng was indeed saving people.

The [-] members of the special investigation team gathered from dozens of big cities in the rear have already landed in the demon capital in the shortest time.

They brought ample supplies, tens of thousands of storage treasures and artifacts to hold food, and even a large number of fuel generators.

The photovoltaic power generation matrix was assembled in the shortest time on the periphery of Yaodu, and monks can still be seen running around carrying stacks of solar panels.

In the eyes of humans in Yaodu, these monks wearing blue trench coats are all 'supernatural beings', and they are still an organized army of human supernatural beings.

These manpower and materials are already the limit that Futian League can mobilize in a short period of time.

But... when the mountain-moving Taoist turned his head to look at the busy field behind him, his expression suddenly became a little subtle.

It was rare for Zhou Zheng to be "uncle" once, and now he was wearing a peaked cap and toad glasses, sitting under the parasol with his legs up, holding a rolled paper tube in his hand, his feet were trembling constantly.

Bing Ning stood in the corner with her arms folded, she only frowned slightly when she saw Director Zhou Da, but she didn't feel too disgusted.

Screenwriter Li Zhiyong told the background of the story with the six angels who were sent to modify the memories of mortals;

I'll check the script with Zhou Zheng in a while, and refine some details;

From time to time, I have to answer some small questions about the surrounding immortals. It can be said that I am very busy.

Finally, the six angels were ready, and their figures flew to the six areas above Yaodu, continuing to wait.

Zhou Zheng picked up the walkie-talkie and asked, "Captain Feng, Brother Xiao, are you ready?"

"It's done!"

In the ruins under the building, Xiao Sheng roared loudly.

Feng Bugui turned his head to look at the monster corpses, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Feng Bugui has already found out, as long as he collides with Zhou Zheng's team, he will be killed as a coolie!Either being a warehouse manager and moving goods, or moving the corpses of monsters and changing clothes for monsters!

Apply for job transfer when you go back!

Wouldn't it be nice for him to work at the Spiritual Object Management Bureau?Maybe you can also reap a few cross-racial romances.

Zhou Zheng's voice came out from the speakers of the walkie-talkies everywhere:

"start!"

Feng Bugui immediately entered the state, longing for the sky at the entrance of the ruins.

The six celestial beings in the air all urged to activate the fairy art, pinching seals with both hands, and the back of their heads glowed, and a golden rain of light floated in the sky.

The people gathered below looked up, but if they were stained by light and rain, their eyes would be confused for a moment, and then some "cognitions" that appeared naturally appeared in their minds.

[Alien invasion, poisonous fog, surviving city, doomsday crisis, 20 years of fear;

The battle team breaking in from outside the poisonous fog, the marvel at the city in front of you, the alien species disguised as the rich and famous on the road, the fierce battle;

A large number of human reinforcements came, and the aliens retreated in defeat.

Science dispels the peripheral fog, and truth brings a new dawn.

The city is about to usher in a new life, and they, the victims who have been deceived by aliens for 20 years, are about to join the ranks of human revival and fight for human beings to stand on the top of the blue star again.

There is still fighting in the distance, and the claws of aliens are about to be shattered.

Without the shackles of aliens, the talented human beings in this city can also awaken supernatural powers, and those without this talent can also work actively, work hard, and contribute their own strength to the rise of mankind.

Build your own home!

This era needs you, the doomsday of human beings needs human beings to use their own hands to disperse...]

The light rain lasted for a full 10 minutes.

The six angels quietly disappeared.

The eyes of the people standing everywhere in Yaodu gradually became brighter.

On the roof of Qingpeng Building, Zhou Zheng said through the walkie-talkie:

"Streetlight teams from all over the place enter the arena."

A few seconds later, hundreds of members of the special investigation team poured out in the six areas of the city where the largest number of people gathered.

They moved like the wind, carrying corpses with animal heads, human bodies, and silver-white 'space suits', and quickly hung them on street lamps everywhere.

There are also pictures on these 'space suits', which are the appearance of these monsters in human form.

People gathered, trying to identify who they were.

Fear spread through the crowd, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

I don't know who started it first, grabbed a stone and threw it at the corpses of these monsters. People everywhere began to throw the things they caught at hand.

The fear that had been pent up for 20 years turned into anger at this moment.

Someone was wailing, as if to vent something lost.

Many old people felt relieved and stared at the corpses of those monsters with complicated eyes.

The whole city gradually woke up from the silence.

On the top of the Qingpeng Building, Zhou Zheng held the walkie-talkie and kept issuing orders:

"The incineration teams pay attention to the timing of entering the arena. When everyone's emotions are almost vented, they will burn the corpses of these demons... Remember to put them down and burn them. These street lamps are innocent."

"The search teams don't stop, there must be monsters lurking in the city, don't let go of any details."

"The follow-up command is transferred to the Temporary Construction Bureau."

"Attention, all the captains have told you not to mention the name Qingyuan Yaodu in the future. Let's call Qingshan City first, and the immortals will give you a new name later..."

After a few more instructions, Zhou Zheng put down the walkie-talkie.

He suddenly got something, stared at the skyline of the city, and then laughed dumbfounded.

Is this the thrill of power?

It feels really good to command tens of thousands of people to participate in the operation.

Zhou Zheng turned off the walkie-talkie, stretched himself on the recliner, resigned from the director's position, and continued to deliberate on loopholes in the script after joining Li Zhiyong.

Although it is just a simple story, it concerns a big city and millions of human beings, so we have to be cautious.

Several figures appeared in the corner of the roof, Xiaoyue and several angels came to watch the excitement.

"This story template is not bad," Xiaoyue said with a smile, "This can be promoted on a full scale, making everyone believe that it is a fight with an alien civilization, and continue to build the Blue Star civilization after it is done. It is absolutely impossible."

Li Zhiyong said with a smile: "I would also like to thank King Qingyuan for his ideas."

Bing Ning said: "From the perspective of Blue Star humans, we are indeed an alien civilization, but the form of civilization is not technology but cultivation."

"The teacher is right," Zhou Zheng gave a thumbs up.

Afterwards, he directly asked: "When will we return to Longchen City, there should be nothing we can do here."