40,000 Years of Cultivation

"Please, ask me to be a guest? Whoops, this, whoops, ask me to be a guest?"

Zhang Daniu's tongue is a bit bigger, "I... can be considered science fiction?"

"It's funny, why aren't you science fiction?"

Li Yao sent a smiling face again, "Aren't you all published in the ‘Science Fiction Section’ of the novel website?"

"Yes, but I was not because the competition in the fantasy column was so fierce, there were too many great gods, so I avoided the limelight!"

Zhang Daniu replied, "Don't you think I am... pseudo-sci-fi or something? I heard that all of you college students pay attention to this. They like to watch the more orthodox, mainstream science fiction, and don't like watching us fight and kill. Pseudo-science fiction."

This guy is a little self-aware.

Li Yao thought secretly.

But this question must be given a reasonable explanation, otherwise it will be difficult to fool this guy out.

The pupils contracted slightly, and the computing power reached its limit. The strange talks and theories that had just been found on the Internet were all broken down into fragmented streamers, and then condensed together, compressed into a seamless rhetoric.

"What are you talking about? The science fiction lovers in our university are not as shallow as you imagined. There are so many ridiculous views of the portal. What orthodox science fiction and pseudo science fiction? I don't agree with this formulation!"

Li Yaoyi said sternly, "In my opinion, the reason why our country’s sci-fi industry has not been able to develop, and that it’s still struggling for so many years, is because there are too many people and fans in the circle and don’t focus on the content and content of the work. In terms of thinking, I don’t want to promote together and improve together. Instead, the party agrees, verbally criticizes each other, and puts various labels on themselves and others. Is this kind of people really passionate about science fiction? No, they just do it all by themselves. What you don't understand is nothing more than a ridiculous sense of superiority and poor vanity.

"The temple demon is very windy, and Chiqian has many kings. The field of science fiction itself is a very niche circle. Our country's science fiction career has long lagged behind developed countries. It is really a small circle that cannot be smaller. As a fan and The people in the circle don’t want to do their best to make this “small pond” bigger, into a big pond, a big lake or even the sea, and then introduce a variety of different species, forming a colorful ecosystem, but it’s still small. When they were in the pond, they bite each other first, to drive everyone out of the pond, and shut the door to be called the king. In addition to the bastard, can such a pond give birth to flood dragons?

"You don’t have to belittle yourself. Really, I have read some posts about orthodox science fiction and pseudo-sci-fi science fiction on the Internet. They are pure nonsense and make people think of the power struggle of the small court of Nanming. What is the situation? Orthodox, what's the point!

"As for your "Forty Thousand Years of Comprehension", although many people say that it is a fantasy with science fiction skin, but I think it is the opposite. You are actually wearing fantasy skin. The science fiction is full of thinking about human nature, history and the universe. Everywhere is shining with compassionate humanitarianism and ultimate care. The thoughts are not unprofound, and you can integrate these profound thoughts into one calmly. In a thrilling and dangerous plot, it reads heartily and vividly. After reading it, the after rhyme is so long that you can’t help but scream. I really don’t know how your brain grows. It’s so amazing!"

The opposite party didn't respond for a long time, and seemed shocked by Li Yao's remarks.

"bad!"

Li Yao was a little annoyed, "Such a sleazy flattery, it's too much, everyone can hear the strong irony, knowing that I am talking nonsense-this guy is not listening to angry, he is offline, right? ?"

Just about to say a few words to make up for it back, a message was sent from the other side.

"Really, really!"

Zhang Daniu seemed to be so excited that he was about to cry, "Unexpectedly, I didn't expect your college students to understand me so well, oops, oops, oops, it's in my heart!"

"what?"

Li Yao was stunned for a long time and muttered to himself, "...he believes it? No way, such shameless flattery, he even believed it?"

Although it was a little unbelievable, there was no turning back arrow when I opened the bow. Since I have already talked about this, I can only continue to follow this line of thought.

"It's true, Teacher Niu, what I say is from the bottom of my heart."

Li Yao sipped at the screen of his mobile phone, and forced his disgusting words, "Retreat, step back ten thousand steps and say, even if there are any omissions in this work-such a long length, such a fast update speed, omissions. Everywhere is inevitable, but in any case, you are down-to-earth, step by step, do your best to contribute to our country’s science fiction career, and make your own contributions, and those who shout “orthodox science fiction” all day People mocking'pseudo sci-fi', besides mocking, what exactly did they do?"

"I can't talk about it, I can't talk about contributing, I just did a little work that I could."

Zhang Daniu said with some trepidation, "Then what, don't you fellow students of the Science Fiction Association think that my "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation" is too verbose and a bit... irrigation?"

This is a big problem.

Li Yao thought for a long time but didn't think of how he should respond. It was really watery. How the **** should this be touted?

Suddenly, his inspiration flashed, his fingers flowed like clouds and water, sending out rows of messages:

"I remember Mr. Feng Zikai once said in an essay-in his hometown, water milled rice cakes are very nutritious, but generally the rice cakes made from glutinous rice are too hard, even if they are cut into slices with the thickness of fingers. When it's cooked, the elderly and children can't digest it easily. If you eat it, it will hurt your intestines and stomach. You can take up to three or five slices and then put it down.

"But if you use a kind of'popping rice cake' sealing machine, put the rice cake slices in and treat them with high temperature and high pressure, and with a bang, the rice cake slices with the thickness of your fingers will burst into puffed food with the thickness of your arms.

"Puffed food with the thickness of arms and rice cake slices with the thickness of fingers have the same nutritional value, but they are more easily absorbed by the human body. They are a leisure fruit suitable for all ages. Even many people who do not like to eat rice cake slices before. I can’t say I like to hold a few puffed rice cakes and taste the slightly sweet taste-don’t you understand the truth?

"Those so-called orthodox sci-fi and hard-core sci-fi are rice cakes. Of course they have high nutritional value, but they require a certain degree of scientific literacy and aesthetic appeal to enjoy. The threshold is too high, and many people are scared off at first sight.

"As for your "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation", I cannot say without conscience that there is no moisture at all, but it happens to be the moisture that makes it from'nian gao piece' to'puffed nian gao', so that more readers Able to accept, even readers who were not interested in science fiction at all, slowly fell in love with Xinghai, fell in love with the universe, fell in love with thinking about the past, present and future, and stepped into the hall of science fiction, and gradually came into contact with more science fiction. Works-think about it, you have so many readers, even if only one tenth of them is influenced by you and become a true science fiction fan, how much contribution you have made to our country's science fiction career!"

"Ouch!"

Zhang Daniu said, "I don't know it myself, so I wrote "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation" that is so significant?"

"Of course you don't know. You can tell from the lines that you are just so humble by nature."

Li Yao said, "But you can be humble yourself, but our loyal readers can't tolerate you a little bit of grievance. How about it, Teacher Niu, come on, come and be a guest for us, give us a good guide, the students really want to see See the legendary teacher Niu!"

The other side was silent for a while.

Li Yao's heart reached his throat again.

"Actually, I'm really busy during this time. You know, there are many seminars and symposiums I want to attend, and some press receptions, as well as various charity activities and public welfare activities, of course, they are also indispensable. We must think--think about those major human issues, and deduct the future of our civilization."

Zhang Daniu’s words made Li Yao’s voice almost burning. He wanted to put his hand into the phone and drag this guy over. Fortunately, this guy said in the next sentence, "However, since our classmates are so enthusiastic, how can I say? Well, for the sake of our country’s science fiction career, there are people who will succeed, no matter how busy I am, I will definitely take time to support my classmates! Let’s say, when will I come directly to our normal university?"

Li Yao let out a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"It's not busy, I'll come to you first, would you please have a meal?"

Li Yao said, "Whether you live in the city or where, it's best to find a place closer to your home-you can't waste Teacher Niu's precious time!"

"Okay, how about tomorrow night?"

Zhang Daniu said, "You are a student and have no income. I don't have to ask me. Let me ask you. Do you know that there is a "Crane Cuisine" in the city center. Will you meet there at 7 o'clock in the evening?"

Li Yao knew that it was a newly opened high-end restaurant with an elegant environment and very famous.

This guy stands up to his blood!

"Okay, Teacher Niu."

Li Yao sent a star-eyed expression of a little rabbit again, "Tomorrow at seven o'clock in the evening, Crane's cooking, see or leave!"

After ending the conversation, Li Yao went to the toilet to vomit for five minutes, and then deleted all the conversation records.

Too shame, this matter must not be known to anyone, whoever knows will kill anyone!

As for tomorrow, Li Yao certainly cannot play the role of "the little rabbit in the sea of ​​stars". Anyway, the author has been locked, and he can't escape his Wuzhishan!

Li Yao looked at himself in the mirror, a grinning smile conjured up at the corner of his mouth.

With a low growl, the whole body exerted strength, blocks of bomb-like muscles bulging high, directly tore the short-sleeved shirt, under the bronze skin, blue veins and blood vessels pierced through the body like a python, and hot air flow gushing out from the pores. He even forcibly tore the dumbbell piece that was just torn in half!

"Zhang Daniu..."

Li Yao looked at the super brawny man who had almost doubled in the mirror, with hunky back and muscular muscles. He grinned and said, "Tomorrow at seven o'clock in the evening, wait for me, I am coming!"