The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

Xu Shaoting has always been a man of action, so he huddled in his room when he returned home that night, and wrote down the words "A Great Way to Immortal Way" on the newly bought manuscript paper.

Zhenzhen was very surprised that her brother was going to write a novel, she went back to her room first, then stooped and slipped into Xu Shaoting's room, where Xu Shaoting was writing an outline.

After he expanded and wrote the novel "The Story of the Spring Breeze", he was surprised to find that novels can be written in the same vernacular as a hundred years later in this era.

During the first few days when he came here, the few novels he read made him think that the popular novels in the Republic of China at this time were all "Jin Ping Mei".

After buying the magazine today, Xu Shaoting realized that he had misunderstood. Not only did he read serialized martial arts novels, but also love novels with particularly gorgeous and complicated words. Overall, the narration and words used in the novels are very close to the era a hundred years later.

He thought again, isn't Lu Xun's article novels from the period of the Republic of China, such novels as "Crossing Blossoms in the Evening" and "Diary of a Madman" had no trouble reading them when he was in elementary school.

However, Xu Shaoting looked through a few magazines and found that compared with the popular novels of later generations, the popular novels at this time were still more "literary", and there were many poems that the authors came to hand.

Because Xu Shaoting has limited knowledge storage in this area, he wondered if it was the author's own original poems.

——After all, it comes from the soul of a hundred years later. Xu Shaoting didn't know that these days, the population who can read and write accounts for only 5.00% of the population in the country. Those who can read and write novels are usually the group with high literary literacy .

Even if it is a popular novel, it can still be honored as "Mr."

Zhenzhen entered her brother's room softly, closed the door, and ran to the desk with a sigh of relief. Xu Shaoting turned the pen in thought, suddenly hesitating whether to write fantasy novels, martial arts or romance novels, after all, he wanted to In the [-]s, no one should have written fantasy and comprehension novels, right?

Zhenzhen took out the book from her bosom, took a closer look, and shouted in surprise: "Brother, the pen can't be turned! The ink is thrown out!"

Xu Shaoting was called back to his senses by his sister, so he reacted and took a look, quickly took out a piece of manuscript paper to wrap the pen, jumped up and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands, his right hand was stained black with ink.

Zhenzhen was so teased that she giggled and followed Xu Shaoting all the way to the door of the bathroom. The little girl leaned against the door to show him the book in her hand, and then said in a low voice, "Brother, I took the book for your reference. Do you want to write this kind of novel?" ?”

Xu Shaoting rubbed his hands with soap for a long time, but he didn't wash them off, leaving a black mark. He wiped his hands and turned around to pick out the book Zhenzhen recommended to him.

On the cover of the book were the words "Goddess of Wushan", Xu Shaoting thought in his heart, it seems to be the same subject matter as "The Great Way and Immortal Way" I want to write.

He opened it for a few glances, and was stunned. It turned out that this book was still a fantasy theme of the Republic of China. It was about the goddess of Wushan who fell into a dream of a young man of the Republic of China, transformed into a beautiful woman, and started a love affair with this young man.

The author's words are lingering and sentimental. From the description of various environmental characters to the words spoken by the characters, the words used are extremely lengthy and gorgeous.

Seeing Xu Shaoting dreaming back to 2009, I thought of a famous sentence by a certain author, looking up at 45 degrees, bright and sad, and the popular signature of a certain period of time, we are so sweet that sugar is so sad...

Xu Shaoting closed the book, looked down and saw Zhenzhen blinking her big eyes and asked him: "Brother, do you want to write such a novel?"

Xu Shaoting's face was extremely complicated for a moment, and he answered after deliberation: "I read two or three books, and I can write in this style."

This is really the style of his earliest novels.

The admiration in Zhenzhen's eyes was overflowing: "Brother, you are really amazing! I really like this kind of novel, and I copied all the sentences into a big thick book."

"It's my aunt who told me to read less." Zhenzhen curled her mouth, "She said that this kind of novels are all lies, and if you read too much, you will become stupid."

Xu Shaoting laughed dryly, he found that history is really a reincarnation, no matter a hundred years ago or a hundred years later, this kind of novel sentences are very popular among students, and they are also books that adults forbid children to read.

Sitting back at the desk, Xu Shaoting's original intention to write about the subject of cultivation was slightly shaken, and he had also thought about it.

Among the themes he is good at, there is rebirth with a golden finger on the winner of life. This kind of novels are always enduring. After all, most people are not satisfied with their lives. A few years ago, it took a loan to buy more than a dozen houses.

The so-called rebirth is seen as making up for the mediocre shortcomings of the previous life, and it belongs to the evergreen theme in Shuangwen.

But Xu Shaoting couldn't write about the rebirth of the Republic of China. He didn't understand this era at all, and the novels he wrote would only be full of loopholes.In the same way, he can't write any background novels with modern themes. He can't write martial arts novels. To be honest, Xu Shaoting also knows that he has a few buckets of water, and he can't write good-looking martial arts novels with his ability.

Counting it down in this way, the only subject matter he is good at, or the subject matter he has successfully written about is only the oriental native fantasy cultivating immortals.

Thinking about it again, apart from the additional levels of cultivation such as Qi refining, foundation building, and golden alchemy... which are relatively new settings, the rest of the ancient background and various gods are born with settings that the Chinese people can easily accept.

Besides, he thought so much, and there was another essential problem: passing the draft.

Xu Shaoting laughed, just like many people who want to write online novels, before writing, they think about how many words to write, whether it is suitable for this website to write, and some even don’t write a single word, and only spend several months on choosing a website platform , But how do you know that 80.00% of people are stuck on the threshold of signing a contract.

Real veterans don't think so much at all. They will write the first [-] words and an outline no matter what, and then cast a wide net. Finally, they will see which website has passed the draft and then select a suitable publishing platform.

Therefore, Xu Shaoting decided to write the first [-] words of "The Way of the Great Dao" first. If there is no magazine to submit the manuscript, it will not be too late for him to rewrite the lingering romance novel.

Zhenzhen expressed several words of praise to her brother from the side, the little girl's mouth was like honey, and she spit out her compliments without any money, when she saw her brother suddenly laughed at himself.

Xu Shaoting took out the handkerchief and wiped the pen wrapped in paper, he said: "Can I keep this book? I want to read it as a reference."

Zhenzhen generously replied that there is no problem, but Xu Shaoting dropped a question: "How much money can I make publishing such a book?"

Zhenzhen: "This... How would I know. But it should be very profitable."

Zhenzhen asked again: "Brother, what are you going to write in your novel?"

Xu Shaoting pointed to the four characters in the middle of the first line on the manuscript paper.

Zhenzhen looked over and read out: "The Dao of Immortals? What a strange name, is it also a story about the love between immortals and humans?"

Xu Shaoting thought for a while, then shook his head: "This is a story about a mortal who kills gods and Buddhas, and becomes a god himself."

Zhenzhen's eyes widened, Xu Shaoting: "...Is the subject matter too weird?"

Zhenzhen quickly shook her head, she said adoringly, "I don't understand."

Xu Shaoting: "..."

Sister, then why are you still looking at me with such admiration.

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At the same time, Xu Huaiqing managed to get off work on time.

It's just that he was also in a very depressed mood. When he left the office building and hadn't walked out of the gate, the Japanese named Saburo Mochizuki led two soldiers and smiled when he saw him from afar.

Xu Huaiqing pretended not to see it, Mochizuki, a Japanese, came over, his height was only up to his shoulders, but he stood in front of Xu Huaiqing arrogantly.

Xu Huaiqing pretended not to see it, and just walked around and left, he didn't want to pay attention to the Japanese at all.

But Xu Huaiqing had to stop because of the gun on his back, and he immediately reprimanded him severely: "Are you going to directly attack government officials here?"

The Japanese surnamed Mochizuki behind him smiled and said: "Mr. Xu, I have always respected you very much. I just want to say hello to you, but your eyes are not good. I am always enthusiastic, so I have to change to you." Say hello in a way you can see."

When the voice fell, Xu Huaiqing felt his back loosen, Mochizuki Saburo withdrew his grip, Xu Huaiqing snorted coldly, and walked straight forward without looking back from the beginning to the end.

I only heard Saburo Mochizuki say loudly in Japanese behind him: "Xu Sang also studied in Japan for three years, I believe Xu Sang and I will get along happily."

It wasn't until he walked out of the government building and passed the soldiers on guard that Xu Huaiqing held his right hand with his left hand. His right hand had been convulsed for a while.

Not far away, his friend, the editor of "New Moon" magazine waited for him for a long time, and when he saw him coming out, he stepped forward, and saw Xu Huaiqing, who was always a gentleman, turned pale and was trembling slightly .

The editor's name was Li Zhengming, and he was a classmate Xu Huaiqing met when he was studying in Japan. Because of their similar ideas, they often exchanged letters after their studies, so they did not break their relationship.

Seeing Xu Huaiqing's appearance, Li Zhengming was very concerned: "Huaiqing, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Xu Huaiqing waved his hand, but did not tell his friend what happened just now.Li Zhengming handed him the magazine directly, and he said, "This is the edition of "New Moon" that will be released next week. The article "The Story of the Spring Breeze" you recommended has already been drafted and will be published in two issues. Publish the previous one."

"There is also a remittance slip for the manuscript collection fee." Li Zhengming smiled, "Didn't you say that this relative lives in your house, I think that's just right, I will give it to you when I come to drink with you today, and then you can directly pass it on to him for more Hurry up, our magazine will also save a postage fee."

Xu Huaiqing received the magazine and the money order, and went to a foreign restaurant with Li Zhengming. Xu Huaiqing wanted to invite Li Zhengming to eat western food and drink red wine, but Li Zhengming insisted on paying separately.

Xu Huaiqing said: "Zhengming, I should invite you, because the author of "The Story of the Spring Wind" is actually not my distant relative, but my son Xu Shaoting."

Li Zhengming was stunned on the spot, and then he asked in disbelief, "Isn't your son only 16 years old?"

Xu Huaiqing showed an old father's smile, and Li Zhengming looked so proud that he had lost sight of his best friend for a thousand years.

"It's the dog." Xu Huaiqing grinned, "No, I didn't expect my kid to have a talent for writing articles."

Li Zhengming saw Xu Huaiqing like this, and thought that his son was one year older than Xu Shaoting, not to mention writing articles, even his Chinese scores were terrible.

Xu Huaiqing said: "So this meal must be invited by me, you must not refuse."

Li Zhengming's heart was bubbling with sourness, so he called the waiter and said, "Don't worry, I will never be polite to you, so what, Mr. Xu is happy today, and here is a bottle of the most expensive wine!"