Chapter 89 'The Legend of the White Snake' Project Approval(1/2)
At this moment, everyone at the scene was shocked.
As a star-rated writer, everyone naturally knows what the work reflects reality.
Even many of our works have been reflected in the real world.
But the problem is, this is too fast...
From the article being written to reflect reality, it didn't take even two minutes...
Especially, this is still a short story.
This is beyond everyone's imagination.
You should know that these works must be recognized by those who see them in order to reflect reality.
In other words, under normal circumstances, works also require popularity accumulation.
Now, in this conference hall, there are only seventy or eighty people in total.
"Maybe, it's because the people here are all relatively high in cultivation, so everyone's recognition will make this setting easier to reflect reality?"
At this moment, Wen Feng couldn't help but make a guess.
As a powerful master, what hasn't he seen before?
But at this moment, he was still a little shocked.
Just now, he saw stars starting to appear above the heads of many people at the scene.
Some of them are even nearly half a year taller.
And the shorter ones are also several feet tall.
It is obvious that the height of this starlight should be related to how much you read.
In particular, the starlight above some people's heads are still shrouded in black smoke...
Doesn’t this mean that someone’s spirituality is pure and just need to look at the other party’s literary spirit and starlight?
However, he was about to say something, but suddenly his expression moved.
Then, a starlight appeared above his head.
"Fortunately, my literary starlight was not shrouded in black smoke..." He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Then, the starlight above his head disappeared directly.
As a strong master, he still has a strong control over his body.
In just a moment, he discovered that this light could move with his thoughts and be able to be free to retract and release.
However, he was still a little confused.
He found that although he could control this literary starlight with ease, he could not use it.
How do you say this feeling?
Just like a martial arts practitioner, he has a shocking cultivation, but he does not have corresponding martial arts skills, so he cannot develop his cultivation...
No, this feeling is even more extreme.
Even if a martial artist does not have martial arts skills, at least he still has brute force.
But he couldn't exert any strength.
If you have to describe it accurately, it is like the magician in the game, with an unlimited mana value, but no magic skill...
As a strong master, he could feel that the literary starlight on his body was very extraordinary.
But it just can't exert its power.
This feeling is really uncomfortable.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask curiously:
"How do you plan to let us use this power?"
Yu Lang glanced at him.
"This is waiting for my next new book..."
Seeing everyone's disappointed look, he couldn't help but smile, "Of course, you can try the battle song too!"
"War Song?"
"good……"
Yu Lang nodded, "You can try chanting the war songs you know in your heart?"
Speaking of this, Yu Lang became a little curious.
You know, his literary cultivation has not actually broken through to the sixth level.
So, he really couldn't try this ability of "verbal criticism".
However, now, as he throws out the setting of literary spirit like starlight, many of these star-rated writers on the scene can definitely obtain more than sixth grade literary cultivation.
After all, there are many old authors here who have been famous for decades.
For example, this Wen Feng.
It is said that they are all authors who became famous a hundred years ago.
However, because of his status as a master, not many people usually pay attention to his identity as a writer.
Yu Lang just saw that the literary starlight above his head was almost breaking through the ceiling of the conference hall.
God knows that his literary cultivation can correspond to several levels of martial arts cultivation.
However, no matter what, his literary cultivation must have exceeded that of the sixth grade.
Sure enough, at this moment, the man suddenly said, "You can't see me..."
As soon as he finished speaking, as a light flashed, he actually disappeared from everyone's nose...
No, it doesn't disappear.
Everyone could clearly feel that he was still there.
But the eyes told everyone that there was no one in that location...
This feeling is wonderful.
If you have to use one sentence to describe it, it means that the eyes say there is no one there, but the mind is saying, it is wrong, there is clearly someone there...
Everyone was a little surprised.
"This ability seems very interesting..."
"It's really interesting, but this ability shouldn't be of much use..."
"Indeed, this ability can only be exerted through war songs, and the limitation seems to be a bit too great..."
A group of people were talking.
Of course, the people discussed do not include the few people in March.
They are still shining with the stars that are emitting black smoke.
Now, I'm autistic...
Of course, even those who have no interest in Yu Lang are not optimistic about this system.
In everyone's opinion, there are many people who can actually sing war songs now.
At this time, how useful is it to create such a system that is as literary as stars?
It's just to strengthen the power of the war song...
...
Looking at everyone's discussion, Yu Lang smiled without saying a word.
He naturally knew that many people here were actually a little hostile to him.
After all, in this world, the online literature industry has always been suppressed by the physical publishing industry.
He came out through online articles, and it would be strange if everyone has a good face to him.
Of course, this does not affect everyone's appreciation for this article "The Ghost Mocking the Master".
After all, this setting really praises literati too much, and his literary spirit is like stars, soaring straight into the sky, even competing with the sun, moon, and stars.
Such a setting is definitely undeniable if anyone is a scholar.
The butt determines the head, and these are normal.
Therefore, this has created the current situation. Although everyone is very honest, they are unwilling to admit defeat.
But he knew that if everyone thought that the ability of literary talent would stop here, it would be a big mistake.
You know, this setting is actually not the point at all.
What he really wants to learn from is the classic online article that can become stronger even if he reads.
To be continued...