After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 135 One person is the world (respect to Li Chungang)

"Be good, let grandma hug you."

With a slightly aged murmur, the old man woke up from his sleep.

This old man looks to be in his fifties, and his once black hair has now turned frosty white. Although his face is rosy, there are wrinkles carved by the years, but it can still be seen that the old man should have had a beautiful face when he was young.

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When she woke up and saw that the bed beside her was empty, she whispered something.

"My son and daughter just left, and old Feng went out alone again. At such an old age, it's really not worrying at all."

After getting dressed and getting up, the old man walked out of the bedroom. She looked at the somewhat empty living room, startled, and looked a little lonely.

Yesterday, the house was bustling with activity, including son, daughter, grandson, and grandson. The whole family was still there, but in a blink of an eye, she and her husband were the only ones left. I don’t know when we will get together next time.

Already.

After regaining consciousness, the old man washed himself briefly, then went to the kitchen to cook some rice porridge. He looked at the time and found that it was already past seven o'clock. According to his wife's usual habits, he should be back by now.

After thinking for a while, the old man fried some tender eggs, which are my wife's favorite.

A few minutes later, the door was pushed open, and an energetic old man walked in. It was Bai Yu Feng Zijie.

"Honey, I brought you your favorite steamed buns!"

"You old man, you promised your children yesterday that you would never go out alone again, but you just turned away and forgot about it. Why, do you want to gag me with a bun? Just wait, I will call them in a minute."

"Didn't I go out to buy buns for you? You old woman, why don't you remember my kindness and complain? You don't want to eat these buns, right? If you don't want to eat them, I'll eat them."

Feng Zijie pretended to be very angry and threatened to bite Baozi.

"Put the bun down, don't try to snatch it from me."

After his wife scolded him, he continued.

"Come and eat. I've cooked rice porridge and fried your favorite eggs."

These quarrels made the two of them seem to have returned to their youth. Although their children were gone, their lives had to go on.

After a simple breakfast, Feng Zijie went to his study room. After looking at the books in the study room for a while, he opened the laptop on the table.

Since his children took advantage of the Spring Festival holiday to visit them, the family was finally reunited, and Feng Zijie enjoyed a lot of family happiness.

Naturally, he didn't bother to go to the literary forum to comment on "Ask the Immortal" and "Swordsman in the Snow", and the plot progress of these two books only stayed in the few days before the year before.

After boarding the literary forum, Feng Zijie discovered that the most popular post in the Xianxia group was no longer his, but a post titled "A Mortal's Story of Cultivation of Immortality", and he browsed it briefly.

"The extraordinaryness of ordinary people, haha, is a bit interesting. This young man is really capable! He writes two books at the same time and updates so many books every day. After all, he is still young!"

Feng Zijie sighed and exited the post. Apart from being a little interested in the setting of the book mentioned in the post and the poem Hongwen said, he did not continue to follow it.

Reviewing "Ask the Immortal" and "Swordsman in the Snow" with his energy is quite tiring, and he doesn't plan to read any new books for the time being.

"Let's read "Swordsman in the Snow" first! Haha, it's time to review it, otherwise I will be called lazy by book friends on the Internet."

Feng Zijie clicked on the website of Qingcheng Literature Network on his computer, found "Swordsman in the Snow" on the bookshelf, and started reading.

Soon the plot showed the battle of Emperor Wu City. Feng Zijie was not as excited as young people about the fighting scenes in the book. In terms of describing such scenes, as one of the four great gods in the martial arts world, Feng Zijie was very excited in some details.

It is much better than what Chen Tianhong wrote.

"Huh? So that's it. Li Chungang still has a sword to open the Heavenly Gate! I also said before that there are some problems with this setting. It turns out that this guy is waiting here and there. Haha, not bad."

Feng Zijie laughed. When he saw the last move used by Li Chungang and Wang Xianzhi in the battle, he, like Ye Feng, thought of this foreshadowing setting.

Then looking down, we came to the Guangling River.

"This bastard is not going to kill Li Chungang again. Even if it is for the development of the plot, it is not suitable now. To write this character to death here would be a real failure."

Seeing that Li Chungang and the protagonist in the book were going to join forces to fight against the enemy, Feng Zijie frowned. He felt similar to Li Daoran. This scene was too familiar, very similar to Hongwen's style of sacrificing the characters in the book.

However, Feng Zijie sees things much more clearly than Li Daoran. He can see that it is not appropriate to write Li Chungang to death now, because the subsequent plot will still need this character.

It wasn't until he finished reading this chapter that Feng Zijie's brows relaxed.

"Fortunately, this boy didn't make any mistakes."

Continue to the next chapter.

Xu Fengnian looked back at the old swordsman who had not gotten off the car. In the battle of Guangling River, in just two miles, there were 2,600 cavalry corpses lying under Li Chungang's sword.

King Guangling did not know whether he was shocked by Li Chungang's words, "Let me kill two thousand cavalry again to satisfy my taste, and drag a vassal king on his back before dying, and I will die without regrets." Or was he shocked by Xu Fengnian's words, "I will teach you how to hang all over the city."

Beiliang Dao" was frightened, but they left safely.

"Haha, I must have been frightened by Li Chungang's words!"

Seeing this paragraph, Feng Zijie chuckled and said to himself. He didn't realize that he had unknowingly substituted into the plot of the book, and the character who allowed him to substitute in was the old sword god Li Chungang.

After leaving Guangling, Li Chungang's face immediately turned yellow. Xu Fengnian didn't know that before the old swordsman drew his sword, he regarded the battle by the river as the final act of his life. Even if he was stronger than Li Chungang, one sword would be enough.

A sword requires a lot of energy, especially when the iron cavalry is constantly attacking like a flood, and it does not give the old man in sheepskin fur a chance to breathe. This is the root of the problem.

Xu Fengnian couldn't hide the sadness on his face.

"The old sword god Li Chungang should have come to an end by now. That's right. Judging from the direction of the plot, there should be a new map below. Just watching these old people leave Jianghu, it's really a bit uncomfortable. Jianghu

Talented people come out from generation to generation, and a new generation replaces the old ones.”

After Feng Zijie saw this plot, the character in the book should have faded out. This reminded him that this is not the case in reality. As one after another old writers began to stop writing books, why not

It represents the end of their era.

There is still a rising star like the protagonist Xu Fengnian to take over the world in the book, but who will take over in their martial arts novel world?

Many people admire him for being able to write a new path for martial arts novels, but only Feng Zijie knows how difficult this path is, and as he gets older, he is now a little unable to do what he wants.

Writing a book is very energy-consuming, especially writing a good book. For example, Zhao Shousheng and Mr. Zhao spent all his efforts on "Kunlun". After finishing this book, he no longer had the energy to write new novels.

Already.

"Oh, I really hope someone can come out to take over our place! Take over our Jianghu dream and our martial arts dream."

There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. This war has finally come to an end.

"My face may look happy or surprising, but in fact my heart is sad and weeping. I am desperately seeking wealth and fame. Only when I open my eyes do I realize that it is just a dream. What's the fun of your temple? It's not as comfortable and romantic as me. It's a pity that the years have passed."

It's urging people to grow old, haha. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, the charlatan is old. From now on, this jianghu belongs to you young people."

The old man walked slowly on the official road with his hands behind his back, his back hunched.

Trojan horse and ox. Fengdu green robe. Sword god.

There was a sound of sword coming from Daxueping. Emperor Wu's sword opened the gate of heaven. Two thousand six hundred horsemen were killed in Guangling River.

"Jianghuerlangjianghulao, this is a good saying! You must respect the old swordsman Li Chungang! This guy Hongwen has really done a good job in portraying this character! What a good disciple, what a pity! What a pity! Lao Cao is really too much.

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Feng Zijie sighed repeatedly.

Looking at the life of the old sword god Li Chungang, it is admirable and admirable!

In those days, this young man in green clothes traveled to the end of the world with a sword. He once brought glory to the nineteen states with his sword and made the whole world look up to him. However, because of accidentally injuring the infatuated woman in green robe, his sword broke off and his arm fell into the pavilion.

Separated from life and death, he was imprisoned for forty years.

There are really 80,000 words in the world, but the word love is the most hurtful!

But so what?

Enter the world again!

The sound of the sword comes to cut off the past!

Open the gate of heaven again and the immortal will kneel down!

The Guangling River ended with a loss of 2,600!

If heaven had not given birth to me, Li Chungang, my swordsmanship would be as long as the night!

This one-armed old man wearing a sheepskin fur just disappeared into the sunset.

Perhaps this is the last ray of light in the world.

Xu Fengnian murmured: "One person can make the entire world feel old. This is really an extremely domineering technical job. Senior, I can't help you reward him."

This legend just faded away from his beloved world.

"One person is the world!"

Feng Zijie stared at the last few sentences of the chapter, and it took him a long time to say this.

Not only did he respect the old sword god in the book, but he also reminded him of Taishan Beidou, Zhao Shousheng and Zhao Kunlun in their martial arts novel world.

To this day, Feng Zijie still remembers how many people in the entire martial arts world were excited when he first watched "Kunlun" and how many people's martial arts dreams were fulfilled. Even he was intoxicated by it.

Zhao Shousheng is the only writer in the world of martial arts novels in the past hundred years who can be called a martial arts master, and it is very likely that there will not be a figure like him in the next hundred years.

That sentence that Zhao Kunlun wrote about the heroic feelings of the world for hundreds of years is well deserved.

It's a pity that after "Kunlun" was completed, Zhao Shousheng stopped writing and retired from the industry, and ended in glory.

After Zhao Shousheng announced that he would stop writing, the entire martial arts novel world was in a state of collapse. It took several years of silence before it slowly regained its vitality.

Just like Li Chungang in the book now, the withdrawal of one person makes the whole world grow old.

"It's such a pity for this kid to write about immortals on the Internet! He must be allowed to try martial arts."

Feng Zijie was filled with emotion after reading this chapter. He ignored the plot below and logged into the literary forum again.

The original text of this chapter has been changed a lot! If you read the original text, don’t criticize it if you don’t like it!

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