Back to 80: My Literary Life

"Old Zheng, you have this expression." Luo Bin felt that the solemn expression was a bit strange.

"Boss, take a look first."

Luo Bin put on his reading glasses and looked carefully.

Introduction:

He has a white fox face, wears a pair of swords and embroiders winter and spring thunder, and wants to be the best in the world;

There is a white-haired old man at the bottom of the lake who loves to eat meat;

An old servant with missing front teeth carries a sword box;

There was a young master riding a green ox on the mountain who dared not go down;

There is a girl killer who rides a big cat and carries sunflowers and is not too cold;

The palace of the Prince of Northern Liang is located in the Qingliang Mountain, with thousands of houses and extremely prosperous civil structures.

As the only remaining king of a different surname in the dynasty, Xu Xiao, the king of Northern Liang, was both praised and praised in the temple and in the world. As a meritorious military minister, he can be said to have obtained everything except the emperor's throne. In the three northwest states, he is the well-deserved master, with only one hand Covering the sky, turning the clouds and rain.

As the text narrates, a story of rivers, lakes and temples slowly unfolds.

Luo Bin was fascinated by it and read all the 100,000-word content.

Not enough.

He looked up and found Zheng Zheng still sitting on the sofa next to him.

"Old Zheng, you also read it, what do you think?" Luo Bin asked his subordinates without expressing his position.

"This novel has the momentum of Mr. Cha's novels, but the biggest difference is that his force system is divided into grades in a very detailed way, which is refreshing."

"Yes, and in terms of martial arts, the martial arts of the characters in this novel are much higher than those in Gu Long and Mr. Cha's novels. The white fox face who appeared just now, holding two embroidered winter and spring thunder swords, is much more powerful than Huang Rong. "

"Boss, the book doesn't seem to say it's a woman."

"It must be a woman! It can be clearly seen from the name and the author's description."

The two were having a heated discussion and even forgot to eat.

"Old Zheng, Friday's magazine will start publishing this book immediately, and the first issue will publish 50,000 words!"

"so much?"

“Publish more at the beginning to attract readers’ attention!”

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now." Zheng Zheng rushed away excitedly.

Luo Bin leaned back in his chair, his anxious heart calmed down now.

Fang Minghua sent the novel in time, and the writing was pretty good.

Today is Friday, not the weekend. Like the mainland, Xiangjiang also works six days a week.

But today, more people than usual come to buy magazines in major bookstores, magazine stores and even street newspaper and magazine stalls in Xiangjiang.

Because every Friday is the day when the two major martial arts novel magazines in Hong Kong, "Martial Arts World" and "Martial Arts and History", release new issues.

The two major magazines were released on Friday at the same time, which obviously has the meaning of a competition, but this is a good thing for the majority of readers.

Just buy whose magazine is good-looking and has wonderful stories.

Ah Wei is just an ordinary wage earner who lives in Kowloon Walled City and has no girlfriend. His only hobby is reading martial arts novels.

This afternoon he didn't go home from work and went straight to a magazine where he usually buys "Martial Arts World". He is a loyal fan of Zhuge Qingyun.

On the way, he met his friend Artest.

"Awei, you're going to buy magazines again." Artai greeted warmly.

"Yes, you too?"

"Same."

The two of them walked to the magazine store affectionately, arm in arm.

Artest is also a martial arts fan, but he likes to read the magazine "Martial Arts and History" and has recently become obsessed with Wen Ruian's novels.

"Awei, don't read the novel written by Zhuge Qingyun. It's not good to read. You might as well read Wen Ruian's "Gentle Knife" with me." Artai said as he walked.

Ah Wei glared at his friend.

However, he had to admit in his heart that the book "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Lakes" written by Zhuge Qingyun could no longer compare with "The Soul Capture Flag" at its peak.

Lian Po is old.

The two of them entered the magazine store and each looked for their favorite magazine. Ah Wei was surprised to find that on the cover of this issue of "Martial Arts World" there was a new work "Swordsman in the Snow" written by Fenghuo.

Who is Fenghuo?

Never heard of it, where did this new guy come from?

It was even recommended by the magazine?

That sentence on the magazine cover is so domineering:

"There are three million sword immortals in the sky, even if they see me, they must lower their eyebrows!"

So domineering!

Without saying anything, Ah Wei immediately took out two Hong Kong dollars and handed them to the boss. He couldn't wait to open the cover of the magazine and read it.

"Hey, Ah Wei, is there any Zhuge Qingyun?" Artai came over and patted his friend on the shoulder.

He also bought a copy of "Martial Arts and History" and couldn't wait to read Wen Ruian's novel. Unfortunately, "Amazing Shot" only contained more than 10,000 words this time, so he read it quickly and it was not satisfying.

I will read the remaining novels at home and read them slowly.

Seeing that Ah Wei was still immersed in the magazine, he asked casually.

Ah Wei ignored him, so Artai leaned over and found that what he was watching was not "Wanli Jianghu".

"Who wrote this? What's its name?"

"Fenghuo, "Swordsman in the Snow"" Ah Wei didn't look back but kept staring at the magazine.

never heard of that.

However, Artest looked at it curiously and found it quite interesting. He looked inside without realizing it. As a result, Ah Wei suddenly closed the magazine and walked out.

"Hey, Ah Wei, let me take a look. I'll trade mine with you." Artai hurriedly chased out the door.

"I haven't finished reading it yet. We'll change it tomorrow."

tomorrow?

Artest couldn't wait any longer, and the content in the book made him feel itchy.

I got angry and ran back to the magazine store. I also bought a copy of "World of Martial Arts" and read it with relish in the bookstore.

"Awesome, you actually have such powerful martial arts? It's more powerful than Jin Yong's Six Meridians Divine Sword and Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

There is also Li Chungang, who uses water as a sword and uses a sword to knock down the water armor in Fu Jiang's red armor with one blow. He is so domineering. Is this a human or a god?

It looks cool.

At the Hong Kong Art Museum on Salisbury Road in Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon, a man in his thirties was also reading this magazine.

Unlike Ah Wei and Atai, who are low-class wage earners, he graduated from the Chinese University of Hong Kong and is currently the assistant director of the Hong Kong Museum of Art. He is definitely an intellectual.

During this period, I studied palm reading, astrology, horoscopes, guqin, dongxiao, metaphysics, "Book of Changes", etc., and now I am interested in martial arts novels.

He also wants to write about martial arts, but he doesn’t want to repeat the path that others have taken.

He doesn't want to be Jin Yong, nor does he want to be Gu Long. He wants to create a new path for martial arts. Today, when he read the newly serialized "Swordsman in the Snow", it was like a lightning flashed through his mind, illuminating his thinking. .

It turns out that martial arts can also be written like this!

This character in Fenghuo's works is no longer an ordinary mortal, but almost a god.

The martial arts world created is more like a fantasy world.

Immediately, his mind sketched out his story.

"Shattered Void"

His name was Huang Zuqiang, and later he took the pen name Huang Yi.