Chapter 105: Director Zhou's first show, the demons are named
Taoist Banshan is very confused now.
He felt that he could not fit into the ideological world of these young people at all.
I recall how carefree and happy I was before discussing the Tao with Zhou Zheng.
The Tianchi Immortal Palace is inhabited, drinking centuries-old immortal brew, raising delicious cranes, and playing the firewood and guqin.
That is, there are no mortals coming and going, they are all transcendent people.
What now?
Sitting on a grass hut on the roadside, drinking vinegar-flavored drinks;
The number of debates he couldn't understand continued to increase, and the mysterious stories made him question his own understanding.
The topic these young people are debating now seems to be [the positive and negative effects of personal heroism in doomsday stories].
At this moment, the mountain-moving Taoist fully realized that his Tao was not about moving mountains, nor did it belong to the element of earth, but...
Buji Road.
He really doesn’t know!
I saw Zhou Zheng holding the script that had just been revised by Li Zhiyong and lightly tutted:
"Zhiyong, you are right. We should highlight the results of collective efforts and emphasize the background of the times.
"But our story itself, you come to see it.
"The residents of the entire city are actually controlled by aliens. The alien civilization's destruction of human civilization is actually exaggerating the facts, exaggerating the crisis, and controlling humans. Human civilization still exists on the earth. Humanity's war against aliens has reached the stage of comprehensive counterattack. .
"Then, people from outside discovered the existence of this city, and the peripheral alliance saved the city and drove away the aliens... Doesn't this story seem a bit peaceful?
“There were no ups and downs, it seemed like the trend had arrived and things happened naturally, which felt a bit random.
"I think we can create a small team. They went through all the hardships, penetrated the fog, broke through the blockade of the alien defense line, arrived in this city, discovered the humans here, and they struggled hard. Sent a signal and encountered alien siege..."
Zhou Zheng's mouth went dry when he said it, and Taoist Banshan felt like he was falling into mist.
Li Zhiyong thought carefully, shook his head and said:
"If this is the case, it would be better to just set a protagonist for the story. The role of the protagonist is to allow the audience to better immerse themselves in the story and find resonance points."
"No, no, no," Zhou Zheng shook his head, "It should be a special operations team. We will portray different characters to satisfy the tastes of different audiences. Their sacrifices and hardships are the affirmation of the value of these saved mortals. "
"I don't think it's necessary," Li Zhiyong said, "We want to use this story to modify everyone's perception. There is no need to use too many artistic techniques. The simpler, more direct, and more shocking everyone will be, the more perfect it will be."
"I think a small team is necessary."
“What is the actual purpose of small teams? Other than being storytellers.”
"Their sacrifice, dedication, persistence and bravery can also become an encouragement and provide motivation for these millions of confused humans. As I said just now, their efforts are an affirmation of the value of the saved mortals."
"But if this happens, will this team be deified..."
The argument between Zhou Zheng and Li Zhiyong was not too intense, but both of them were extremely insistent. One wanted to use the method of seeing the big picture from the small, and the other used the method of background narration.
Xiao Sheng scratched his head and was completely helpless about this kind of thing.
Yue Wushuang took advantage of the opportunity and reminded:
"Two writers and directors, don't forget that half of the victims are women.
"Women's emotions are more delicate. If there are emotional lines in a team, it will be easier to arouse emotional resonance among female audiences."
Zhou Zheng and Li Zhiyong fell silent immediately.
The two of them thought about it separately and quickly nodded slightly.
Li Zhiyong smiled and said: "I'm just giving my opinion. Monitor, your plan is feasible."
"Why don't we come together?"
Zhou Zheng greeted:
"Let's first assume that the total number of words in this story does not exceed one thousand words, of which three hundred words are for the background of the story, and Zhiyong is responsible for this; two hundred words are for the emotional line, and Wushuang is responsible for it."
Xiao Sheng stared and held his breath, his face full of anticipation.
Zhou Zheng muttered: "Brother Xiao, please contact the immortals and ask about the specific process of modifying memory. This is very important."
"no problem!"
"cat……"
Zhou Zheng shouted to the side in line with the principle of 'rain and dew should be shared evenly'.
The Persian cat lying next to his legs looked up, its black jewel-like eyes filled with confusion: "Meow?"
"It's okay to sleep with you."
Zhou Zheng squinted his eyes and gave a fake smile, and continued to immerse himself in creation.
The mountain-moving Taoist on the side frowned and pondered.
What effect can these strange things discussed by these little guys have?
However, what this Taoist didn't expect was...
He is just a young apprentice just starting out on the path of confusion and confusion.
Half a day later, Taoist Banshan stood on the building of Qingyuan Demon City, facing the increasingly hot morning sun, looking at the monks running around the city, his eyes full of emotion.
'It depends on what they're doing.'
Bai Mengxian once said this.
But what Taoist Banshan saw at this moment was that the Futian Alliance was indeed saving people.
Thirty thousand special investigation team members gathered from dozens of big cities in the rear and landed in the demon capital in the shortest possible time.
They brought abundant supplies, tens of thousands of storage magic weapons, magic weapons to carry food, and even a large number of fuel-fired generators.
A photovoltaic power generation matrix was assembled outside the Demon City in the shortest possible time, and monks can still be seen running around carrying stacks of solar panels.
In the eyes of the humans in the demon city, these monks wearing blue windbreakers are all 'superpowers' and they form an organized army of human superpowers.
These manpower and materials are already the limit that Futian Alliance can mobilize in a short period of time.
However... when Taoist Banshan turned his head and looked at the busy field behind him, his expression suddenly became a little subtle.
It was a rare occasion for Zhou Zheng to become an "uncle". At this moment, he put on his peaked cap and toad glasses, sat under the parasol with his legs crossed, holding a rolled-up paper tube in his hand, and his feet kept shaking.
Bing Ning stood in the corner with her arms folded, frowning slightly when looking at Director Zhou, but she didn't dislike him too much.
Screenwriter Li Zhiyong ran back and forth, telling the background of the story to six immortals who were sent to modify the memories of mortals;
I will review the script with Zhou Zheng later and refine some details;
From time to time, he had to answer some small questions from the immortals watching nearby, which can be said to be very busy.
Finally, the six immortals were ready, and their figures flew to the six areas above the Demon City, continuing to wait.
Zhou Zheng picked up the walkie-talkie and asked: "Team Feng, Brother Xiao, are you ready?"
"It's ready!"
In the ruins under the building, Xiao Sheng shouted at the top of his lungs.
Feng Bugui turned to look at the demon corpses, his mouth twitching slightly.
Feng Bugui has already discovered that as long as he collides with Zhou Zheng's team, he will be destined to be a coolie! Either working as a warehouse manager, moving goods, or moving monster corpses and dressing up monsters!
Apply for a job transfer when you get back!
Wouldn't it be nice for him to work at the Bureau of Spiritual Creatures? Maybe he could even gain some love across races.
Zhou Zheng's voice came out from the intercom speakers everywhere:
"start!"
Feng Bugui immediately entered the state of mind, looking longingly towards the sky at the entrance and exit of the ruins.
The six immortals in the sky activated their immortal magic together, making seals with their hands, and light flashed from the back of their heads, and a golden rain of light floated in the sky.
The people gathered below looked up, and their eyes were confused for a moment if they were stained by the light rain, and then some naturally occurring 'cognitions' came to their minds.
[Alien invasion, poisonous fog, surviving cities, doomsday crisis, twenty years of fear;
The fighting team broke into the poisonous fog, they marveled at the city in front of them, the alien species on the road disguised as the rich and famous, and the fierce battle;
A large number of human reinforcements arrived, and the aliens were defeated and retreated.
Science dispels the peripheral fog, and truth brings a new dawn.
This city is about to usher in a new life, and they, the victims who have been deceived by aliens for twenty years, are about to join the ranks of humankind's revival and fight for humanity to once again stand on the top of the Blue Star.
There is still a fight in the distance that has not stopped, and the alien claws are about to be crushed.
Without the shackles of aliens, the talented human beings in this city can also awaken their superpowers. Those without such talents can also work actively, work hard to produce, and contribute to the rise of mankind.
Build your own home!
This era needs you. The end of mankind needs to be dispersed by mankind with their own hands...]
The light rain lasted for a full ten minutes.
The six immortals quietly disappeared.
The eyes of people standing everywhere in the Demon City gradually became a little brighter.
On the roof of Qingpeng Building, Zhou Zheng spoke via the intercom:
"Streetlighting teams from all over the place."
A few seconds later, hundreds of members of the special investigation team poured out from each of the six areas in the city where the largest crowds gathered.
They moved like the wind, carrying corpses with animal heads, human bodies, and silver-white 'space suits' on their shoulders, and quickly hung them on street lamps everywhere.
There is also a photo on these 'spacesuits', which is what these monsters look like in their human form.
People gathered around to identify who they were.
Fear spread among the crowd, but this emotion was quickly replaced by anger.
I don't know who started first, grabbed a stone and threw it at the corpses of these monsters. People everywhere began to throw whatever they caught at hand.
The fear that had been accumulated for twenty years turned into anger at this moment.
Some people were crying loudly, as if they were venting what they had lost.
Many old people were relieved and stared at the corpses of those monsters with complicated eyes.
The whole city gradually woke up from its silence.
At the top of Qingpeng Building, Zhou Zheng was holding a walkie-talkie and giving orders:
"Each burning team should pay attention to the timing of entry. When everyone's emotions are almost vented, they will burn these demon corpses cleanly... Remember to put them down to burn. These street lamps are innocent."
"The search teams should not stop. There must be demons lurking in the city. Don't miss any details."
"The subsequent command authority will be transferred to the Provisional Construction Bureau."
"Attention, the captains are urging you not to mention the name Qingyuan Demon City again in the future. Call it Qingshan City first. The immortals should give you a new name later..."
After a few more instructions, Zhou Zheng put down the walkie-talkie.
Suddenly something came to him, he looked at the city skyline and lost his consciousness, and then he burst into laughter.
Is this the pleasure of power?
It feels really good to command tens of thousands of people to participate in the operation.
Zhou Zheng turned off the walkie-talkie, stretched out on the recliner, stepped down from the director's position, and joined Li Zhiyong to continue delving into loopholes in the script.
Although it is just a simple story, it involves a big city and millions of people, so we have to be cautious.
Several figures appeared in the corner of the roof, and Xiaoyue and several immortals came to watch the excitement.
"This story template is good," Xiao Yue said with a smile, "This can be promoted across the board, making everyone believe that they fought with alien civilization and then continued to build Blue Star Civilization after doing so. It's awesome."
Li Zhiyong smiled and said: "I would also like to thank King Qingyuan for the ideas."
Bing Ning said: "From the perspective of Blue Star humans, we are indeed an alien civilization, but the form of civilization is not technology but cultivation."
"The teacher is right," Zhou Zheng gave a thumbs up.
Then, he asked directly: "When will we return to Longchen City? There should be nothing we can do here."
"What?" Bing Ning already knew him quite well, "Are you in a hurry to practice?"
"It's been almost stagnant for a few months," Zhou Zheng spread his hands, "I will be in seclusion for half a year."
"You can't leave," Xiao Yue raised an eyebrow at Zhou Zheng, "Stay for two more days. King Qingyuan hasn't tried it yet, and God General Yinhu has sent someone to find a fire-attribute treasure for you. There is still a
Something requires your intervention."
Zhou Zheng was a little confused: "What's the matter?"
"Qingying Order."
Xiaoyue stretched her body: "General Yinhu said that this sect is in a very embarrassing situation now. A group of young people have become the lackeys of aliens. I am afraid that they will be in a difficult situation next. I just walked around and found these people
Many of them have the talent for cultivation."
Zhou Zheng nodded slowly and stood there deep in thought.
Indeed, only he, the only remaining 'senior deacon', can properly settle the matter of the Qingying Order.
Li Zhiyong said: "If used properly, it will also be a force to protect the city."
"Zhiyong, come with me. I'll gather my 'old men'," Zhou Zheng said with a relaxed smile, "I won't ask God General Yinhu for rewards for this task."
Next to her, Yue Wushuang, who had been unable to get a word in, couldn't help but remind her in a low voice:
"Has the monitor not turned on his cell phone yet?"
"Ah, yes, I've been used to not using mobile phones for a few months in the demon city... Oops!"
Zhou Zheng suddenly thought of something and quickly took out the wristband from the necklace around his neck. Before he could put on the wristband, he took out his phone. After pressing it a few times, the screen was black. For a moment, it was spinning in circles as if adding fuel to the fire.
Li Zhiyong handed over a power bank with a smile, took out his "satellite communication" special mobile phone, and shared it with Zhou Zheng's hotspot network.
Zhou Zheng quickly plugged in the charger, waited for two minutes, turned on the phone, connected to the Internet, and opened the chat software...
The phone froze instantly.
['Ao Ying (domestic fish): You have been in seclusion for so long, have you come out of seclusion?'
'Ao Ying (domestic fish): Look, I have grown some dragon scales again today. These are the best materials for refining weapons! Doesn't it look good? The picture is no longer valid.'
‘Ao Ying (domestic fish): Aren’t you here yet?’
'Ao Ying (a fish out of water): I miss you. It's been three days since I wanted to turn on voice.'
…
'Ao Ying (cooked fish): Oh, you have become a bitch! You would never have been in seclusion for so long before!'
'Ao Ying (cooked fish): It's gone, the feelings have gone away, and it won't work if you don't stay by your side! Humph, I asked my mother to give me the Dragon Transformation Pill, and I will be able to transform into a dragon in a year or two!'
'Ao Ying (cooked fish): They said that you actually went on an adventure and did not retreat. Why didn't you say anything to others? Anyway, they forgive you.'
'Ao Ying (dried fish): I had a dream yesterday. Are you okay? Are you going to take risks in a place where you can't use mobile phones?'
‘Ao Ying (dried fish): I haven’t heard you speak for a long time.’]
An average of three messages per day!
The latest information was half an hour ago!
There are still over sixty missed calls!
Zhou Zheng gave Li Zhiyong a grateful smile, turned around with his phone in hand, dialed the voice quickly, and said in his gentlest voice: "Hello?"
Unexpectedly, the person over there burst into tears, making Zhou Zheng apologize for a while.
Taoist Banshan shook his head slightly, with some thoughts in his eyes.
Although the love between these children is very boring, Taoist Banshan thought of Ye Yan'er at this moment, especially the price Ye Yan'er paid, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
'It's dangerous, Swallow.'
…
Another two hours later.
In the ruin-like square in front of Qingpeng Building.
Members of the Qingying Cult gathered from all over the place, filling the standing space here.
The total number of Qingying Order exceeds 60,000, and the first, second, and third-level members are now intact; they also helped maintain order before, but they have obviously been ostracized by the people.
Their faces were gloomy, and most of them looked a little depressed.
Although it was only two hours, there have already been more than a hundred suicides by members of the Qingying Order, most of which were discovered and stopped by the special operations team.
Zhou Zheng stood on the edge of the building, looking at the figures below, speechless for a long time.
He didn't know how to encourage them.
Encourage them to get out of the haze? To actively help others in order to gain everyone's recognition?
Or, let the Qingying Order be disbanded on the spot, restore their identities to ordinary people, and allow them to better integrate into this city destined to be prosperous in the future?
Zhou Zheng thought quietly, even a little confused in his eyes.
He suddenly thought of the words of Laojun relayed by Master Dongling, and thought of the words of self-enlightenment.
"What is my way?"
Zhou Zheng murmured in a low voice.
Taoist Banshan who was not far away was stunned when he heard this. He originally had hopes for Zhou Zheng and wanted Zhou Zheng to point out the way forward for him, but Taoist Banshan was even more confused.
Bing Ning moved forward with her hands behind her back and stood beside Zhou Zheng. Her fair face returned to the coldness of the Bing Xian.
"Isn't the Tao just under your own feet? How can you know where it is if you don't even want to take a step?"
Zhou Zheng laughed dumbly, bowed to Bing Ning, jumped down from the edge of the building, raised his hands in the air, and arched his right knee, which was very cool.
"Everyone, please wait."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Different from other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.