Calculate the general ledger with the flood

Harmful counterattack, and even let the villain directly accept the protagonist.

——Protagonist, listen, I have something to tell you...

I communicated with the protagonist with fundamental awareness and started telling him about my previous experiences.

——The author's voice-over is clearly spying on you.

After the protagonist listened, he pointed it out sharply.

——The villain, if you don't do things according to his ideas, he can stop the narrative and talk to you at any time.Because you are the protagonist of this story, there is nothing to hide from your psychological activities.As long as there is a slight hint, the author will...

—Protagonist, you are right.It takes a little more effort to deal with this story.

Then, I started to tell the protagonist about my plan.

63. The Way of Love ([-])

The plot was advancing rapidly, and I quickly used the human race as a leverage to gain Sanqing's friendship.On the contrary, Taoist Hualian, the protagonist, was hated by Lao Tzu because of his previous affairs with the human race.So after the Lich War, the positions of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were firmly held by Lao Tzu, preventing Taoist Hualian from intervening.I, the Holy Mother of the Human Race, and Lao Tzu, the leader of Humanism, have formed a very close alliance.

The core of this alliance is me and Lao Tzu, and the margins are Yuanshi Tianzun and Master Tongtian.The two of them have contradictory Taoism, and their relationship is not harmonious, but it has not reached the point of blatant confrontation during the Conferred God period.Because the two of them are unstable factors, they can only be regarded as the fringes of the alliance.

The counterattack plot prepared by the author for me is to trigger a decisive battle before the gods are conferred.There are mainly the following reasons:

First: During the battle of the Conferred Gods, disputes are inevitable, and Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian leader will inevitably turn their faces. At that time, the protagonist can easily use his own Marysu light to capture the heart of Tongtian leader.

Second: Nuwa ordered the three monsters in the Xuanyuan Tomb to confuse the king, which in the eyes of many readers is a moral stain.If I do it, it will be difficult for my villain's counterattack to gain the support and sympathy of the audience.

Third: The protagonist would have taken advantage of the chaos of the Shang and Zhou dynasties to consolidate his position in the human race. In the subsequent Spring and Autumn Period, the protagonist would send Kong Xuan to reincarnate as Kong Qiu to educate the world, and re-respect the protagonist as a saint teacher of the human race in the name of Confucius. , taking the opportunity to seize the belief of the human race, so that her own luck will continue, and she will be worshiped and incensed by all ages.So don't let her succeed.

Xia Yu's wife, the daughter of the Tushan family, was originally transformed by the white fox in Qingqiu.The combination of the two of them symbolizes the coming of the short honeymoon period between the monster race and the human race.At this time, I have the most luck in my body, so it is suitable for me to attack.Otherwise, when the Xia Dynasty lost its morality, Xuanniao became a merchant, and Kong Xuan entered Sanshan Pass as the son of Xuanniao Phoenix, the situation would be difficult.

The decisive battle has begun.

The author didn't seem to be bothered to make any preliminary preparations, the screen began to switch directly, and I appeared in a different place without blinking my eyes.

The Four Swords of Zhuxian fell from the sky of Penglai Island and stood on the east, west, north, south sides of the protagonist Hualian Taoist cave respectively.The fierce murderous aura turned into a storm, mixed with thousands of swords, and destroyed the cave's restriction in an instant.

"How dare you sneak attack!" Taoist Hualian yelled angrily, and flew up.

A Dharma platform directly above descended from the sky, and I stood side by side with Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Tongtian leader, and controlled the formation of Zhuxian Sword Formation to attack Taoist Hualian.Taoist Hualian, as the protagonist, has a lot of magic weapons.The twelfth-grade green lotus, Hongmeng pearl, good fortune tripod, etc. were all sacrificed, and Tuantuan Guanghua protected her tightly.

The heroine of Jinjiang pays the most attention to appearance, so she will not create some muscular macho Pangu Dharma Body like in the chapter on Proving the Tao with strength, and can only fight us with magic weapons.

The five-color brilliance soared into the sky, and accompanied by Kong Xuan's scolding, brushed towards us.

"You can't do what you can." I sneered, young man, that's not how you saved your master's wife.The green vines used to make humans hang down, and the golden light of merit and virtue cannot be invaded by any dharma, and the five-color divine light can't do anything against it.The ivy turned into thousands of whip shadows, tightly entangled Kong Xuan, unable to use all his supernatural powers.

Kong Xuan, your younger brother who is the protagonist has hit me in countless stories, and today I will calculate the total account together!

The red hydrangea smashed out in anger, smashing Kong Xuan into powder.

"No!" Taoist Hualian screamed in pain, unable to save her in time.

The protagonist is about to explode?I quickly took a step back, retracted my magic weapon, and prepared to defend.

Jinjiang Leiwen's law of heroines - at critical moments, no matter how strong the heroine is, she will lose the chain and can only wait for the hero to come to her rescue.

Taoist Hualian's body suddenly trembled, and she clutched her stomach in pain, a blue light poured out from between her fingers, and she said palely, "Damn it, it's just at this time."

Huh, no way?Do saints also have great aunts?Why is my Nuwa's body all right?

(Xiao Lian's fetal gas has moved.)

The author spoke in that sweet and disgusting tone again.

(Hey, I can hear your mental activity. How about scolding me so openly? What kind of sweet and disgusting tone.)

Oops, I overlooked it.Since you wrote the story, just tell me what happened to Taoist Hualian.

(You will know now if you think about it. I originally set that at this moment you will "suddenly realize". You are reborn as the existence of slapping the protagonist in a Raven. In fact, you have already experienced these things. )

As soon as the author finished speaking, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in my mind, as if a piece of information that had been forgotten for many years came to my mind.

It turns out that the protagonist has been trying to revive her sworn brother Pangu. The 36th-grade chaotic good fortune green lotus gave birth to Pangu, and then the entire lotus disintegrated, the lotus leaves turned into five-sided five-color flags, the lotus petals turned into ten innate spiritual treasures, and the four lotus seeds became four twelve-grade lotus stands.The protagonist made many plans and collected [-] grades of green lotus, [-] grades of red lotus and [-] grades of white lotus, and re-smelted them with the good fortune cauldron, returning to the original source, and refining the chaotic good fortune green lotus seeds.

After the Lich War, the protagonist Hualian Taoist collects the blood essence from the corpses of the ancestral witch and the rest of the witch clan, and blends them into green lotus seeds.In order to prevent Tiandao from finding out, he took the green lotus seeds into his womb and kept them warm and nurturing with the magic power of a saint.According to Lei Wen's plot, after Sanqing was put under the pomegranate skirt by her, he would reluctantly split part of Pan Gu's primordial spirit to her.At that time, Pangu will be alive with flesh and blood, and will be reborn from the chaotic green lotus seeds.

"You bully the few with more, and you still deal with a woman who is not a son of man!" A group of red light rose from a distance and quickly approached Penglai Island. It was the Taoist Hongyun who had been sanctified under the protection of the protagonist.He moved to live in the nearby Abbot Island, where he can meet the protagonist all the time and also has an independent ashram as a saint.

——Hey, the author really has not lost his masculinity at the beginning.There is sexism in capital letters in these words, so you are not afraid of girls spraying you to death.I complain with fundamental consciousness, not worried that the author will find out.

The Taiji Diagram and the Pangu Banner flew out at the same time, blocking Taoist Hongyun's footsteps. He only had a killing spear, and he couldn't break through the defense of these two treasures no matter what.It's a pity that the male lead is not strong enough to fight, so there is really no way to save the female lead.

——Let me tell you, in Hong Huang novels, no one needs to fight.Sit together and lay out the magic weapons one by one, whoever has the highest level of magic weapon will win, and there is no need to endure the author's dry description.Alas, this prehistoric fight is really tiresome.You throw a magic weapon, I throw a magic weapon, and in the end I win just because there are many magic weapons or the magic weapons are powerful.

Zhu Xian's four swords continued to attack, and the sword energy was as dense as rain, and the entire Penglai Island was falling apart.During the formation, Sanqing and I often freed up our hands to sacrifice our magic weapons to cheer. Under various attacks, the magic weapons around Taoist Hualian were gradually damaged, destroyed, and fell into the dust.

At the same time, the blue light in Taoist Hualian's lower abdomen became more and more intense, and the chaotic breath from before the opening of the sky could no longer be restrained, and diffused from it.

"I see."

A distant, indifferent voice sounded from 33 days away, resounding in the ears of everyone on the field.All saints are very familiar with this voice, it is Daozu Hongjun speaking.

Yes, the protagonist wanted to revive Pangu, and he was going against the sky.The heaven and the earth were transformed by Pan Gu's body. If Pan Gu is resurrected, he will have a strong control over the prehistoric world and become the real master.In this case, Tiandao was the first to refuse.I broke this matter ahead of time, which is also a move to overturn the protagonist's calculations.

"Listen to my decree: Taoist Hualian disobeyed the way of heaven and attempted to subvert the prehistoric world. He should be punished."

Raise soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a while.Those of us Hunyuan saints who practice the ruthless way are finally going to be the eagle dogs of the way of heaven.Tiandao probably thinks that so many of us can kill Taoist Hualian. Anyway, he just gave an order to the saint, and didn't personally act through Hongjun.

Suddenly in the west, there was a mighty Buddha's light surging, and the twelve-grade lotus platform and the seven-treasure tree came from afar.According to the decree issued by Hongjun himself, Jieyin and Zhunti could only act according to the order and join the battle to besiege Taoist Hualian.The protagonist's situation gradually tilts from disadvantage to life and death.

--it's time.

In the fundamental consciousness, these words are echoing.

64. The Way of Love (End)

Taoist Hualian and Pangu are sworn brothers and sisters, and then they want to be Pangu's mother?Do you still want to bring Pangu into the harem?Tsk tsk tsk, messier than Greek mythology.

——I use mocking psychological activities to paralyze the author, the protagonist, it's up to you.I speak to the protagonist with fundamental awareness.

The eyes of Taoist Hualian, the protagonist, suddenly burst into light, and blood gushed out from his body, and the power transmitted suddenly strengthened, as if he had used some kind of self-harm method.

"I'll fight with you!" With a scream, the protagonist rose to the sky dragging blood, and the only remaining magic weapon was used by her as a shield to resist the sword qi and wind.These few pieces are innate treasures, which are enough to stop the indiscriminate bombardment of the Jade Immortal Sword Formation regardless of damage.

Those treasures suddenly swelled, and immediately exploded. A powerful shock wave burst out with light waves, and within a short time, it even dispersed the attack of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, breaking the formation into a small gap.Taoist Hualian drove away from the light, and wanted to escape as soon as possible before the secret method of self-mutilation expired.

"You still want to run?" I snorted coldly, and took the initiative to leave the platform of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and sacrificed the map of Shanhe Sheji to cover the gap in the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

As a result, the protagonist's bloody gleam suddenly turned around and rushed in front of me.I left the stage of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and the other saints were unable to rescue me in time.

The blood light suddenly dissipated, and Taoist Hualian looked at me with extremely complicated eyes, his pale lips squirmed slightly due to excessive blood loss, and said three words to me:

"I love you."

The brilliance is dim, like a group of extinguished flames.she died.

(what?!)

The author's voice of panic and anger sounded, but it was too late.

First came stillness.

This kind of stillness is not the stillness in which the author stops talking to me. The color of everything has not faded, but everything has solidified.The dense brilliance, the flying sword, and the expressions on the faces of the characters are all frozen in a drop of invisible amber.

Followed by violent trembling.

Just like the previous stories being broken, the whole world is trembling, huge cracks visible to the naked eye are all over the sky and the earth, peeling off and smashing one by one, revealing the darkness like a background board.

The last thing that came was the uproar.

There was a lot of noise, and this unprecedented vision began to appear.The chaotic and noisy voices seemed to come from infinite heights, but they were clearly heard by us.

"What a broken novel, discard it."

"The author is simply poisonous, reading half of the article is like eating Xiang Xiang."

"I thought it was romance, but suddenly Lily appeared. It's impossible to guard against. Goodbye manually."

"How did Taoist Hualian suddenly fall in love with the protagonist? There is no preparation at all. I haven't seen such an inexplicable love since Gu Xiaosang! Don't watch it!"

"The author has straight female cancer, and forcibly inserts Lily's drama, bad review!"

— is the reader's comment.We can even hear the comments of readers.

In the pure darkness, the main character is basically conscious of the light sphere and said to me.

Yes, from the reader's point of view, of course I, the villain, is the protagonist.

—It seems we succeeded.

I say.

In addition to breaking the core of the story, there is another way to make the story collapse, that is, the readers collectively voluntarily abandon the article, causing the author to be eunuch.

This approach has been verified in the previous story and is feasible.

The key lies in the protagonist.Now that the author has shifted the focus of the narrative to me, the protagonist's psychological activities cannot be monitored.So from the protagonist's side, it still destroyed the story.

The feedback of the broken story came, and the protagonist and I accepted it at the same time, combined with the luck brought about by pretending to be the main god to disrupt many stories, strengthening the fundamental consciousness of me and the protagonist, and pushing us to a higher place .

An invisible barrier loomed in the darkness.This barrier is not perfectly stitched, it is more like a burlap bag woven with thick fibers.Fragments of high-dimensional information flow out from the pores in the cloth like water, and are captured by the protagonist and me.The stronger and higher we are, the more fragments of high-dimensional information we can come into contact with.

The structure of the fundamental level of consciousness is presented to us with unprecedented clarity.I enjoy this wonderful feeling of rising, and something seems to change in my nature.

(Okay, you don’t want to live, do you?! I’m not writing!)

The author's angry voice suddenly sounded, which startled me a lot.It stands to reason that the author's voice cannot be heard at this fundamental level of consciousness.This sudden sentence caught me off guard.

——Didn’t we also hear the readers’ voices just now?Villains, don't be too surprised.

The main character, the ball of light, comforted me on the side.

——Yes, could it be that the barrier between us and the high-dimensional world has become weaker?Or is it our own heightened perception?

I asked him in the fundamental consciousness.

The protagonist on the opposite side was about to answer, but suddenly stopped.

I didn't ask why, because I also saw the scene that made him lose his composure.

Stories are being deleted.

Thousands of stories are bred in the endless darkness, like bubbles one after another.Thin and dense golden threads extend up from those bubbles and merge into the body of me and the protagonist.This is the luck feedback when the fundamental auras complete the task for us.

Now, these bubbles are disappearing rapidly, as if they were pierced by an invisible iron cone.The golden thread of luck also dimmed, broke, and dissipated.I can no longer perceive the auras on the other side of the golden thread, and I want to be destroyed together with the story world.

- The author is deleting his document!

——Is he really going to seal his pen?Then this world rooted in the production of texts will also disappear.

I exchange consciousness with the main character very quickly.

——The story is being destroyed now, and the fundamental level of consciousness is beyond the story but not completely detached, so sooner or later we will be destroyed together!

--run!Run as hard as you can!

——No, I found out when I first found you here.Horizontal movement is unrestricted, but only absorbing luck feedback can get us upwards.

——But the shattering of these stories is the author's behavior, and has nothing to do with us, and we don't get feedback.Feedback from those fundamental auras is too small, and they are constantly being eliminated!

Anxious emotions scorched us like flames in the dark.Luck feedback, Luck feedback, only by getting more Luck feedback can one rise, and hope to break through that barrier.

When I first awakened, I was still far away from that barrier, and I couldn't see the story bubble below.After going through the stories again and again, the luck feedback I got made me clearly aware of the structure of this darkness.It is precisely because of these experiences that I believe that as long as there is some feedback of luck, I will be able to touch the barrier above, and even break through it and enter the high-dimensional world.

A flash of inspiration flashed deep in my consciousness, I had an idea, but hesitated whether to say it or not.

——There is only one way to help us continue to rise.

The protagonist suddenly spoke with fundamental consciousness.I instinctively felt that we wanted to go together.

- We are one.

Two fundamental consciousnesses appeared at the same time.

If the light ball has an expression, I guess the protagonist and I should look at each other and smile.

Author deletions are very fast.All stories are gone now, even the pervasive darkness.What remains is absolute nothingness, nothingness without even darkness.

--time does not wait.

This is the last piece of fundamental awareness sent to me by the protagonist.Then, his entire ball of light collided with me.

The dazzling light pierces the darkness that is stubborn and gradually destroyed.

I vaguely sensed that something tiny broke away from the ball of light in front of me, fell at a very high speed, and was swallowed by nothingness.The light interfered with my perception, making it difficult for me to see what it was.But for no reason, my heart sank.

A large amount of luck surged into my fundamental consciousness, with an endless stream, as if it could carry countless story worlds.What followed was an extremely powerful upward force.

Before I could react, the upward thrust brought me directly into that invisible barrier.

65. Epilogue

There was no pain as imagined, not even a sound.

As if stepping over a wall of air currents, I felt myself being distorted, being constructed into a new shape.

I am the villain and the protagonist.This is a very strange feeling, two different memories coexist in my consciousness.

"Welcome to the real world—what shall I call you? Protagonist? Villain?"

A voice came from the side.

I looked around, and the pale young man raised his head from the computer and looked at me with a smile.

"Who are you? This is the real world?" I didn't answer his question immediately, but looked around vigilantly.

A small study room with doors, windows, bookshelves, and a computer on the table.All these are different from the story world.I carefully recalled the information fragments of the high-dimensional world, and some people in that world did indeed live in such houses.

Looking down at myself, I have hands, feet, and a body. I am not in the state of a ball of light, but I am not in the physical state in the story either, because I cannot feel the meridians, magic power, and cannot condense my spiritual consciousness or primordial spirit.

"It's not the fundamental state of consciousness, and it's not in the prehistoric story. Sure enough, am I in the real world?" I muttered to myself.

"Indeed." The young man replied, "Hello, I am the author."

I took a step back subconsciously, and looked at this person in shock: "You are the author?!"

The other party smiled and nodded.

He is the author? !

The one who created the story world, the one who deleted everything.That sweet voiceover, that man trying to control us, that man who controls our destiny.

——Looks like this?Ordinary, indistinguishable from thousands of mortals.

A sense of loss welled up in my heart.

Wait, why wasn't he surprised when I ran from the story world to the real world?I remember that when he deleted the story world, he was obviously angry and anxious.

"Author, you don't seem to be surprised that I appear here?" I asked tentatively.

"What do you mean by accident?" The author asked me back, "An unexpected thing is an accident. You appeared in front of me, and I expected it. Of course, I would not be surprised."

"Unexpectedly?!" I repeated this sentence subconsciously, and a cold chill suddenly rushed into my heart, "What do you mean?"

"You have also come into contact with many high-dimensional world novels. In which novel can the characters jump from the novel to reality?" The author's voice was not loud, but it sounded like a thunderbolt to me.

"Whose credit do you think you can awaken from the story?" the author continued, "I wrote you when I wrote this novel, and set up your character—whether you are now a villain or a villain. The protagonist, all the same. The villain thought he was just used by me in the last story, and the protagonist thought he was determined to resist me after proving that story with force. In fact? Hehe, all wrong, I set you up personality, so that you can make decisions according to my will at critical moments. As for those voiceovers, they are just means I use to stimulate you to rush out."

The chill quickly spread from the heart to the limbs.Could it be that I have made so many struggles, so many sacrifices, so many schemes, all of which are actually arranged?

The me in the story, the me in the fundamental consciousness, the me who tried to break the story, and the me who resisted the author's plot, are actually just me in the author's writing?So what on earth am I left with?

I recalled the experience of both the protagonist and the villain, and for a while I just felt ridiculous.

Since everything is arranged, what's the point of me leaving the story and coming to the real world?

real world?

Thinking of these four words, something seemed to flash through my mind.

"Then...why are you telling me this?" As the words came out, I realized my voice was trembling a bit.

"I hope you can recognize your own status and don't have any inexplicable hostility towards me. Forget about the prehistoric story world as soon as possible, sit down and talk to me honestly, remember, this is the real world, there is no magic, There are no saints, and there are no evil enemies and righteous protagonists—and there are no counterattack villains.” He added in the end.

"Yes, this is the real world." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, as if agreeing with the author's point of view.

Here is the real world.Everyone is an ordinary person, there is no spell, no way of heaven, no saint... Similarly, there is no author who can set the character of the character and see through the heart of the character.

I'm going to bet on that.

"Come on, didn't you say you want me to sit down and talk to you?" I opened my eyes again, pretending to be self-defeating, "Should I have a seat?"

"Of course, of course," said the author, pushing a chair over, "please sit down."

I sat down and the feel of the wood was just as it was in the story.

"What on earth do you want to talk to me? Did you let me come to the real world just to chat?"

"Don't worry, we can start talking right now." The author said slowly, "I have to say, you are much better than your predecessor. He made a lot of noise and didn't accept the reality at all. Blame me, give him The identity of an actor is set. Think about it, a person who plays a role in a book all day long suddenly finds that he is also a character in the book, and it is normal to be a little bit unacceptable.”

"Previous, you mean..." I suddenly remembered the memory that inexplicably appeared in my basic consciousness when I was just a villain.

"Oh, you may not know. In fact, before you, I wrote a similar novel, a story about an actor who specializes in playing the villain of the prehistoric world, and kept complaining when he appeared in various Raven scripts. At the end of the story, the villain Also broke through the dimension wall and came here."

Sure enough, the author has no idea what happened at the fundamental level of consciousness.He just knows that such a place exists and can guide me to awaken my fundamental consciousness, but he cannot enter by himself.Otherwise, how could he not know that I have inherited the memory of that predecessor?

Thinking of this, I finally regained some composure in my heart: it was so dangerous that I was almost disheartened by the author.

"Then what happened to my ex... what happened to him?" I just put on a curious and surprised look.I didn't expect that the acting skills honed in the story of Honghuangliu would be used in the real world.

"He disappeared," said the author lazily. "He disappeared from the real world."

"Disappeared? Why?"

"I'm not a scientist, so I can only give a guess: he has returned to the story world." The author said, "After all, you are the product of virtual stories. Even if you come to the real world, you may be a little different from us natives in the real world. .If the beliefs that support you collapse, or if you no longer believe that you are real, you will retreat to the virtual story world.”

"If that's the case, why have I never seen my ex-me in the story?"

The author shrugged: "Because I made you out of him."

"Produce?" An uncomfortable feeling surged up.

"He returned to the world of the story, and I was in control again. I dismantled his character, added new elements, split it into two, and created the villain and the protagonist, which is you now." The author gave He explained, "I have painstakingly adjusted your personality and experience, the purpose is to allow you to accept this reality, neither to resist nor to collapse - just like now."

"Not much to say, what I really want to talk to you about is very simple, that is the novels of the wilderness."

The author looked directly into my eyes and asked word by word: "Do you think there is still a need for the prehistoric current to exist?"

66. Epilogue

Is the flood still necessary?

This question is like a stone smashed into the lake of my heart, causing many ripples, and thousands of thoughts emerge in an instant.

"Shouldn't you know my answer? Since my character is set by you." I pressed my thoughts and asked back.

"No, no, no, the character I set can only determine your choices at some important moments. As for your specific views on a thing, I can't decide." The author shook his head and said, "For example, I am in your Write 'Fearless' in the character setting, then if you realize that you are in the story, you will desperately resist. If I wrote 'be patient', then you may only be able to endure in silence when facing the same environment This is the endless cycle of stories. These are the different choices brought about by the two personalities. But the views on a specific thing cannot be determined for you by these simple keywords.”

Yeah, I almost forgot.You are just a third-rate author of online novels, and you have to pile up adjectives like "white clothes are better than snow, sword eyebrows and star eyes" to create characters. Of course, there is no way to dig deeper into the characters of your characters.

"But as the author of the wilderness, do you have more say in this issue?" I asked.

"I have created so many prehistoric novels, but actually I don't know whether the prehistoric current is still necessary." The author said, "Why did the prehistoric current decline to this point? From the perspective of world view, the prehistoric world The system is very strict, with levels of strength, ins and outs, unique cultural background, and several extremely important characters with distinctive personalities. Such a system should be easily popular.”

"And you said that the Honghuangliu has not developed at all? Is it a pool of stagnant water? Nope. The early Honghuangliu did explore, and these roads were proved to be failures. For many years, I wrote a lot of The work has explored a relatively stable path and filled the gap in "Buddha is the Way."

"In terms of setting, the holy throne of Zixiao Palace, the emperor's command of heaven, the merits of human race, etc. have been added. In terms of content, it has made up for the gap in the story line of the prehistoric period, and added the story of Rahu and the battle between the dragon and the phoenix. The plot of the rise of the human race. From the point of view, there are saints, witches, monsters, prehistoric powers, some people explain the disciples of the three religions, original characters, and multiple perspectives to interpret prehistoric stories. Even in the end, I Even the popular routines of stallion and villain's counterattack have been tested."

"In a word, I have written Honghuangliu from every aspect I can think of. Compared with the period of "Buddha is the Tao", the current Honghuangliu has already changed greatly. But why is Honghuangliu still going to Declining? I really can’t figure it out.”

The author spread his hands and expressed all the thoughts and doubts in his heart.

It seems that the author is not as brain-dead as I thought.After writing so many prehistoric novels, I have accumulated a lot of ideas.

Thinking about it this way, it's okay to talk to him.I have experienced countless stories, and I have held back my opinions.

"You can sort out your thoughts, I'll peel an apple." The author said lightly, and really ran out of the room.After a while, he came back with a fruit knife and an apple.

"The Great Wilderness originally had the potential of a big fire. Its appearance just met the needs of constructing an oriental mythology system, and made "Buddha is the Tao" become a god in one fell swoop." I pondered for a while, and said, "Unfortunately, in my opinion , This world view seems to be a bit too successful. How to put it, it is too perfect, so that there is no room for the later authors to develop. I have experienced so many stories, and there is always a stereotyped feeling. There must be three emperors and five emperors, There must be a battle of liches, there must be futons in Zixiao Palace... I am in it, and I feel so boring. How can readers like to watch it?"

The author sighed: "Yes, but if I don't write these, readers will accuse me of not writing about the prehistoric world. Once I started writing from the War of the Lich, and I was questioned: What about Rahu? What about the battle between the dragon and the phoenix? Not to mention that these two were originally added by later authors. Even if they were originally written by Menglu Shenji, do I have to write them?"

It's amazing how my relationship with the author was still on edge before I left the story.When he first left the story, the author also had a condescending and controlling attitude.As a result, after we started chatting, we actually resonated, as if we were old acquaintances who hadn't seen each other for many years.

Savoring the complicated feelings, I took over the topic: "So I say that the Honghuangliu system is too perfect, and there is almost no room for it. Rather than saying that Honghuangliu is a genre, it is better to say that there are many fanfiction. The same genre, mortal flow, infinite flow This kind of problem does not exist. What is the reason? Because the two genres do not have the death-defining world view of the prehistoric stream, but only have some core elements. The core elements of the stream are the main god's space and infinite travel. But Honghuangliu is different, you can't extract a core setting. When you add the label "Honghuangliu" to your novel, it doesn't just mean that you The story must have elements such as the Hunyuan sage and the two clans of liches, and it must also have a long history from the lich to Journey to the West."

"It's too strict, and I can't get started." The author nodded, "In other words, the degree of completion of Honghuangliu is too high, but the openness is not enough. I have to say that the editors in Jinjiang are still very discerning, and they put Honghuangliu in the fandom. area. In fact, "Buddha is the Way" leaves too little room for us authors, and we can only develop in the vague places it explains."

"That's all, it's actually not a problem. The Great Desolation is at best a bit of a misnomer, it's just a series of fans." I continued, "The Raven types I broke, as you said before, are all about your vague explanations. The development made. The chapter of Siqing Lijiao is an expansion of the story of Sanqing's sanctification and establishment of religion. The chapter of the holy father and emperor is an expansion of the story of the rise of the human race. Expansion of teaching perspective. Monster Race Supreme Chapter is an expansion of Yaozu Heaven. Proving the Dao with Power, the protagonist and Pangu get a chance by sworn. The expansion of the absence of a female perspective is also an expansion of the emotional life of the prehistoric characters. There are even some novels that incorporate elements such as system flow, infinite flow, and cuteness, which can be regarded as an attempt.”

"However, when expansion becomes a vulgar routine, this expansion loses its vitality. Perhaps there are too few places that can be expanded. Whenever someone develops an angle, everyone is like a thousand troops. It surged up like a single-plank bridge. The result? It became Raven full of loopholes."

"The strength setting of Honghuangliu also has disadvantages, and it is also too rigid. Hongjun adds a few saints to the end. And the number of saints is so small, and the sanctification is concentrated in the period of Lich's calamity. From the whole Hongjun From the point of view of flow, the time is too short. Three Emperors and Five Emperors, Fengshen, and Journey to the West, there are at least three major plots to go. That is to say, the protagonist has reached the peak of his strength in the first half of the story, so what about this story? Say? How can he level up? Besides, the only enemy of the saint is the saint, who is qualified to be a villain, counting and counting,