40,000 Years of Cultivation

"so big!"

Li Yao sighed at the "Tianma Lake International Convention and Exhibition Center".

Located in a new development zone in Jiangnan City, this convention and exhibition center is large in scale and magnificent. Several gleaming silver and odd-shaped buildings give a sense of traveling to the future.

Even if the main venue is as big as several football fields, today's convention and exhibition center is still crowded with animation enthusiasts and related manufacturer staff from all over the country and even the world.

Looking around, there are fanciful fans of anime and fantasy culture everywhere in fancy costumes. Like Yu Xin, they wear colorful fancy costumes, or dressed up as powerful magicians; or dressed up as ghostly vampires; Or dressed up as a charming female demon; or dressed as a robot with steel and iron bones armed to the teeth; of course, the sword fairy with local characteristics, elegant white robe, and fairy style is indispensable.

Some people swayed, if no one walked around, showing off their own self-made exquisite costumes, some even made up short dramas with plots, which attracted a large crowd of spectators, a group of like-minded and happy scenes, Li Yao even saw a black man The guy is wearing a self-made "battle armor", his palms and back will shine, and "chichi" smoke will come out!

As an ordinary young man of the era, Li Yao of course has also come into contact with fantasy entertainment products such as cartoons, online novels and science fiction movies. He has no resistance to this, but he was entangled in dreams in the past and spent most of his time sleeping Or daydreaming, not as addicted as Yu Xin and Zhao Kai. Today I came to the animation festival scene. I was infected by so many fans and became interested, but I carried a plastic inflator, known as "Haotian Zhizhi". "Sword" props, look here and there, but they are also fresh.

"Wow, it's so big!"

Yu Xin was also by his side, drooling, while casting wretched gazes around, "Look over there, look over there, that hammer is so white! No, I mean, the pair of swords are so round! Nor is it? , Oops, you can see it, I really want to suffocate in it!"

Li Yao was a little speechless, and said, "By the way, why do we have to stand in this place, this seems to be the entrance to the toilet?"

"You don't understand this. We are here to see the young lady, but everyone dresses up so well. You don't take off your pants. Do you know who the young lady is? Who is the big lady? What if you are facing a succubus or The banshee drooled for a long time, and when she was urinating, she found that someone went into the men’s bathroom with you. The guy who took it out was bigger than you. Are you embarrassed?"

Yu Xin said, "So, of course, first stand at the door of the toilet and figure out which young ladies are real young ladies. It will be convenient to start later... Don't look at me like this, I mean go up and take a photo with others. Be a heart, leave a phone call and Wechat or something, this is always okay!"

"Ok."

Li Yao watched absently. Suddenly, his gaze was a little frozen, and he stabbed Yu Xin. "There seems to be a musical on the booth over there. Do you know what it is?"

"Where?"

Yu Xin squinted his eyes for a while, and said, "Oh, it's "Legend of Super Cultivation". It is a very popular online novel. It seems to have been adapted into comics and games recently. Game makers want to take advantage of the animation festival as a platform. Advertising, not only arranges musicals, imitation shows, etc. Later, novel authors will come to the scene in person to sign and sell books. That's the legendary net literary god. If he can get an autograph back, Zhao Kai will definitely like it. "

""Super Cultivation Legend"?"

Li Yao subconsciously pressed his temples and felt his head start to ache again.

"Yeah, haven't you seen it? It's Sword Immortal, Cultivator, Demon Realm, Demon Realm, etc. I watched half of it, and it's not bad."

Yu Xin said, "I have to ask Zhao Kai if I want to bring him this signed book back, hehe, let him take care of my breakfast for a month!"

"Cultivator..."

Li Yao stared at the girls who wore the same clothes and did not wear the same clothes on the booth. There were also various sound and light effects to create a scene of flying swords shuttles and mysterious lights. For a moment, he only felt that the scene in front of him was blurred again, and another. A distant world became more and more clear.

At this moment, there was a commotion around, many animation fans and COSER took out their phones, looked down, and talked a lot.

Yu Xin just took out his mobile phone and was about to contact his roommate. When he saw a message that popped up, he was stunned. He couldn't believe it and said, "Gilson is dead? No way!"

"Which Gilson?"

The second monk Li Yaozhang couldn't figure it out.

"It's the Gilson who is known as the'butcher', the author of "Blood and Sand", a serious fantasy writer with a reputation all over the world, a true god, with cruel heart and mercilessness to the characters in the pen, and kills when he says kill. Famous, don't you know?"

Yu Xindao, "The name of the novel was "Blood and Sand", and it was later adapted into a series called "Song of the Abyss". It has been hot in the past two years, and many people are chasing it. If you haven't read the novel, you should scan the series. Right?"

"When you say that, I remembered. I watched a few episodes of "Song of the Abyss", but I didn't know the original title was "Blood and Sand", and I didn't expect this Gilson to die."

Fantasy literature, or all fantasy entertainment works in China, are in the budding stage. There is just a stage of flower bone blossoms. Even the world-renowned gods may not be known in the society, but this is an animation festival. Some tourists and spectators are enthusiasts in related fields. Naturally, they reacted strongly to the collapse of the Taishan Beidou in the industry.

Li Yao didn't react so much to the death of a foreign fantasy writer, but when he saw many people discussing, he also casually said, "It's a pity, how did you die?"

"It seems to be a heart attack. The old man is not too young, he grows fat, and he kills and kills in the novel all day. The blood is flowing and the head is rolling. He can't stand the irritation. He has a heart attack in the middle of the night. ——It seems like this, the specific news hasn’t come out yet, it’s all gossip, let me look at another website..."

Yu Xin lowered his head and swiped his mobile phone, and changed to a senior fan forum dedicated to discussing fantasy entertainment. Suddenly, his fingers and breathing stopped together, his pupils contracted to the limit, and his face was full of horrible expressions.

"what's happenin?"

Li Yao was taken aback. "You wouldn't have such affection for Gilson. I remember that you like to read comics, but you are not particularly keen on watching fantasy novels and chasing dramas. Why do you join in the fun?"

"This is impossible."

Yu Xin murmured, "Yoshihiro Takaya is also dead?"

"Hey?"

Li Yao was puzzled, "Yoshihiro Takaya...who is it?"

"It's a cartoonist from Fusang. His representative work is "The Hunter of Strong Colonies". I have been painting on and off for 20 to 30 years, and have killed many readers. I started reading it when I was in elementary school. Now I am almost graduating from university. It's a long way off-now it's out of play forever."

Yu Xin quickly scanned his cell phone, "The news has been confirmed by the Fusang police. It is not a mess of fake news. It seems to be crushed to death by an out-of-control truck when going out to play mahjong. The whole person is crushed and completely unrecognizable, especially with one pair of hands. It's crushed into meat sauce, oops, it's miserable!"

Yu Xin sighed and patted his thighs continuously.

It can be seen that for him, a senior anime lover, the death of Fusang cartoonist is obviously more embarrassing than the death of Western fantasy novelists. However, Li Yaofen is not sure whether he is crying or laughing. Lamenting the fall of a genius cartoonist, or gritting his teeth and saying, "Die well", it is really strange.

The atmosphere of the animation festival is obviously serious.

In this era of super-developed information, even if it is far away from the ocean, nothing can stop the news.

Soon, the passing of two masters in different fields, one east and one west, but who also gave people endless imagination and happiness, spread throughout the exhibition center. Although it will not completely extinguish the atmosphere of joy, at least it will bring everyone Two not-so-easy topics came, counting time, the passing of the two masters seemed to be at the same point in time, no more than an hour before and after. I don't know if this is considered to be the will of heaven, but it is always embarrassing.

Although the mood is a little depressed, the series of links that have been prepared for the animation festival cannot be postponed for this reason. Soon, as the music and sound and light effects are set up and rendered, the atmosphere gradually becomes warmer. In the "Super Cultivation Legend" game On the booth, the light song and dance had just ended. Amidst the screams of hundreds of fanatic book fans or the official navy, the original author of the novel stepped onto the front desk and began to interact.

"Thank you for your support. Without you, there would be no "Super Cultivation Legend" today. Thank you very, very much—"

The original author of the novel is lively on stage.

Li Yao looked at him from a distance, but an unknown premonition came from the depths of his aching brain.

Crunch, crunch.

He seemed to hear a sound, and saw several unfixed screws broken and loosened one by one.

"Do not--"

Li Yao cried out, but couldn't stop everything. He could only watch a combined headlight weighing hundreds of catties above the booth fall from the sky, slamming the original author of the novel who was promoting the game in front of countless people. .

...

When Li Yao and Yu Xin returned to the dormitory, they were like two fluffy chickens in a panic.

There was an accident at the crowded animation festival. This is not a joke. The order at the time was in chaos. The two of them managed to run out. Yu Xin had to squeeze out one of his shoes, so he had to buy a pair of slippers temporarily.

"It's dead, it's dead, something went wrong!"

His interest was unabated, and he couldn't see the slightest fright or sadness, but he knocked on the bed rail of the second one in the dormitory, "Zhao Kai", and yelled strangely, "Guess who died, I didn't mean Jill. Mori and Takaya Yoshihiro, I promise you won’t guess!"

"what!"

Zhao Kai poked his head out of the bed and unplugged one earplug. Although his tone was dissatisfied, there was still a smile on his face, "Don't make trouble, I'm reading, what the dead, what do you care about me?"

"What book are you so obsessed with?"

Yu Xin screamed, "You don't even know that such a big event has happened?"

"I don't know, I have been reading for the past two days, hahahaha, this dog author's dog's brain doesn't know what to think, it's quite interesting, I really believe his evil!"

Zhao Kai said happily, "I sincerely recommend you to take a look. I haven't seen such a nonsense thing for a long time."

"is it?"

Yu Xin originally wanted to tell Zhao Kai about the accident at the Animation Festival, but at this moment, he was attracted by Zhao Kai's words and said, "What book, who wrote it, I will look through it when I have time."

"It doesn't matter whether you flip it or not, but Li Yao must do it. You will have a big surprise."

Zhao Kai shook his phone at Li Yao and smiled, "The title of the book is "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation", and the author is, oh, it's a newcomer. The name is pretty awkward. What's the name of "Woven Cow Real Man"."