After saying goodbye to Sun Wu, Wang Liangyu walked out of the general's mansion and ran straight to a mansion in the east of the city, where Lu Qi had been staying.
"Sir, you are finally back!" Lu Qi was overjoyed when he saw Wang Liangyu and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
Wang Liangyu was a little embarrassed, laughed a few times, and quickly changed the subject: "How many storytellers have been recruited recently?"
In the past six months, Wang Liangyu has been in contact with Lu Qi and knew that he was recruiting storytellers, so he officially started the preliminary publicity work for the Taoism Conference.
"The storyteller has recruited thousands of people, but there is only one novelist." Lu Qi looked gloomy and slightly helpless, "The storyteller has no books to write so far, so he can only talk about gossip in the streets, and there is only a small audience." After hearing this, Wang Liangyu was attracted by the novelist and was quite curious: "Novelist? Come and show me some things!"
Wang Liangyu has seen the methods of Taoism, strategists, Confucianism, and Legalism among hundreds of schools of thought. However, this novelist has always only heard of his name, but never heard of their specific methods. He is very mysterious.
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"Sir, please follow me!"
Lu Qi led Wang Liangyu into the house and came to an independent courtyard.
"This treatment is not bad!"
Wang Liangyu nodded silently and followed Lu Qi into the small courtyard. First he saw a short-bearded middle-aged man in his forties, leaning on a long desk and writing furiously.
The middle-aged man with a short beard is wearing a long gown. There is nothing strange about him, just like an ordinary scribe.
"Don't worry, tell me about him!" Wang Liangyu waved his hand to stop Lu Qi who was about to call someone, and lowered his voice.
Lu Qi slightly cupped his hands and said, "This person's name is Yu Xin. He traveled to Suzhou a few months ago. Hearing that I was recruiting novelists, he came to see me."
"Oh? Are there any works by him?" Wang Liangyu asked with a thought.
Lu Qi hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and then added: "He did talk about a few of them, and I have heard of them, but I don't know if they are his."
Wang Liangyu understood clearly after hearing this. Looking at the ordinary Yu Xin, he really didn't look like a practitioner.
Could this be a liar?
Lu Qi could see Wang Liangyu's suspicion. In fact, he was not sure whether Yu Xin was a novelist, but he had no way to prove or expose Yu Xin, and he had not recruited other novelists, so he could only keep him first.
To be seen.
After a moment, Yu Xin seemed to be like Kavin, the pen in his hand was suspended in the air, and his brows were furrowed tightly, as if he was thinking about something.
"Yu Xin." Lu Qi couldn't help but speak, waking up Yu Xin.
Yu Xin came back to his senses, turned around and saw Lu Qi, with a hint of embarrassment and embarrassment: "Shopkeeper Lu is here!"
This attitude is a bit subtle, like those migrant workers in later generations who were caught fishing for work.
"I've heard that all schools of thought have their own merits. I heard that my senior was a novelist, and my junior Wang Liangyu, please give me some advice!" Wang Liangyu remained calm when he saw this, stretched out his hand to stop Lu Qi who was about to speak, walked to Yu Xin's side and said. p>
Yu Xin's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he quickly shook his head and said: "Please come back, I need to concentrate on my creation, and I have no intention of giving advice."
Seeing Yu Xin's slightly flustered look, Wang Liangyu became even more suspicious. He was murmuring but actually provoking: "It is rumored that although the novelist is in his own family, he is not in the mainstream. He is far different from Confucianism, Legalism and Taoism. Now it seems that it must be true!
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"How dare Shu Zian bully me!" Yu Xin slapped the case and stood up, furious.
Wang Liangyu took a step back in pretense of fear, and said overtly and covertly, intentionally or unintentionally: "Novelists have always been mysterious and few people know about it, so this is the reason for this rumor. The younger generation only heard about it, so please forgive me the elders!"
Yu Xin was furious, stared at Wang Liangyu, and said angrily: "You are ignorant and ignorant, how can you know the magic of a novelist?"
"Senior, please clarify your doubts!" Wang Liangyu asked, the look of suspicion on his face not diminishing, as if he didn't believe it.
Yu Xin realized that Wang Liangyu was deliberately irritating him, but he still couldn't hide his anger and explained: "The novelist writes books and establishes his opinions..."
"Writing books and establishing opinions, this is Confucianism, right?" Lu Qi could already see that Wang Liangyu was deliberately irritating Yu Xin, so he followed immediately and interrupted before Yu Xin finished speaking.
Yu Xin's words were stuck in his throat, and he coughed several times before continuing angrily: "This book is not that book, and these words are not that words!" After a pause, he added, "A novelist writes books and establishes his words.
, how can the creation of the world be compared to the corrupt people like Confucianism!"
"Creation?" Wang Liangyu's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he asked calmly.
Yu Xin held his chest high and raised his head, his face full of contentment: "The novelist wrote a book and stated that a fantasy world can evolve. When the false world becomes true, the fantasy world changes from fiction to reality and becomes a world of its own. This is the creation of the world!
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Lu Qi stood aside, not knowing how serious he was.
Wang Liangyu's face was full of shock. Others might not be able to understand it. They only thought that Yu Xin's words were wishful thinking. However, Wang Liangyu, who was the starting point for reading online articles, believed that the concept of creation in novels was not new in online articles.
Isn’t astronomy based on this?
What's more, the world Wang Liangyu lives in now may be the world of the novel "Yue Nv Sword"!
With such personal experience, how dare Wang Liangyu not believe it?
"Can the world really be created? Why have I never heard of it?" Wang Liangyu calmed down and continued to stimulate Yu Xin with a slightly skeptical tone.
Yu Xin's face turned red when he heard this, and he hesitated and said: "The road is simple, but the journey is difficult!"
Wang Liangyu suddenly understood that the novelist wrote a book about the creation of the world, which may be true, but this creation is most likely just an idea, and no one has ever achieved it.
Seeing Wang Liangyu's expression, Yu Xin quickly explained: "The creation of the world is difficult for two reasons. One is that the illusion world has no roots and will not last long; the other is that the energy of heaven and earth is insufficient. To change the illusion world from reality, a large amount of heaven and earth are needed.
Filled with energy."
Yu Xin’s words can be summed up as follows: the novelist’s creation of the world was not something the novelist himself said, it was just that external conditions did not allow it.
"Can you please let me open my eyes?" Wang Liangyu believed Yu Xin's words in her heart, but she still had a look of doubt on her face. She had better see the novelist's methods with her own eyes first.
Yu Xin's expression was a little awkward. He hesitated for a moment, and then he scolded with concentration. He stretched out his right hand, as if he was probing into a hole in the void. The five fingers gradually disappeared, and eventually the entire palm disappeared, leaving only a palmless arm.
Wang Liangyu and Lu Qi looked at each other, dumbfounded.
After being stunned for a few seconds, Wang Liangyu came to his senses and strode up to Yu Xin. He stared at Yu Xin's arm that had disappeared under the wrist with wide eyes. He made sure that he was not dazzled and reached out to grab it in front of him.
Grab, nothing!
The palm under Yu Xin's wrist really disappeared.
Wang Liangyu was stunned and could not help but have doubts.
Magic? Or some other spell?
Just when Wang Liangyu was puzzled, Yu Xin began to pull out his wrist, first the back of his hand, and then his clenched fingers, which seemed to be holding something.
In the blink of an eye, Yu Xin completely pulled out his right hand, and a dagger appeared out of thin air in his originally empty hand.
Wang Liangyu looked in disbelief, stretched out his hand, snatched the dagger away, and inspected it carefully.
"Huh?"
Upon seeing this, Wang Liangyu immediately realized something was wrong.
The dagger is unexpectedly light, and its whole body is like transparent smoke, like a dream.
"This is a thing from the illusory world. I can't really turn it into reality yet. I can only keep it for a while." Yu Xin, who looked pale, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and explained with heavy breaths.
Wang Liangyu was hesitant, not sure whether Yu Xin's words were true or false. He couldn't tell whether the dagger created out of thin air was the novelist's transformation of fiction into reality, or whether it was some other means such as magic.
Playing with the dagger, Wang Liangyu turned to look at Yu Xin and asked tentatively: "Senior, can you teach me the method?"
"Yes!" Yu Xin was overjoyed when he heard this and nodded repeatedly.
Wang Liangyu's words were stuck in his throat. Looking at Yu Xin who looked impatient, he seemed to understand.
Despite Yu Xin's claims, it is undeniable that the novelist is indeed not popular, with few disciples, and the inheritance is in crisis. At this time, there are people who want to become a novelist, and Yu Xin naturally welcomes them.
"My name is Wang Liangyu. I intend to travel around the nine states and consult hundreds of scholars. I am determined to lay the foundation for martial arts and open up a path for martial arts practice." Wang Liangyu took the initiative to confess and explain his situation. "Therefore, I am afraid that I cannot become a novelist." When Yu Xin heard this, he looked at Wang Liangyu in surprise and fell into deep thought for a long time.
Yu Xin was not a thief. Although Sun Wu admired Wang Liangyu's ambition, the law was not passed down lightly. It was related to the inheritance of the novelist, and Yu Xin could not be tolerated.
In the end, under the current crisis of the novelist's inheritance, Yu Xin chose to put aside the old custom of "the law should not be passed lightly" and agreed.
"Senior, please teach me the Dharma!" At this moment, Lu Qi, who was standing beside him, suddenly knelt down on his knees, bowed to the ground, and shouted respectfully.
Wang Liangyu and Yu Xin were both stunned and looked at Lu Qi in surprise.
"Lu Mou paused and begged in tears, asking the senior to teach the Dharma to the Spring and Autumn Storyteller!" Lu Qi fell to the ground and said again.
Wang Liangyu suddenly realized what he said. His face remained calm, but his heart was full of smiles.
Lu Qi's kneeling is extremely wonderful. Once Yu Xin nods and agrees, it will be a great thing that kills two birds with one stone.
Not only can novelists be brought into the camp, but from now on, novelists and storytellers will have a promising future as a family. It can also find ways for storytellers to practice and greatly enhance their ability to protect themselves.
After all, this world is not peaceful, and storytellers still need to have some strength to stay safe.
"It's my wish, but I don't dare to ask my ears!" Yu Xin was overjoyed and nodded immediately in agreement without a moment's hesitation.
Such an attitude made Wang Liangyu suspicious.
Yu Xindao’s noise, please explain.
It turns out that Yu Xin intends to defect to Lu Qi.
Because three months ago, after Yu Xin heard about the novelist's story, he immediately realized that this could help the novelist practice, so he went all the way to Gusu City and intended to join him.
For a novelist to write a book and create a world, of course he must first have a work, but more importantly, the work needs to be spread and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Only with the infusion of the hearts and minds of all living beings can the fantasy world last and grow, and finally solidify from the void.
A world of its own.
"Novelists write books and storytellers tell stories. They complement each other and complement each other, which is great!" Lu Qi was overjoyed when he knew the cause and effect, and looked at Yu Xin with even more enthusiasm.
Yu Xin couldn't hide his joy, looking at Lu Qi was like looking at a family.
The two of them did not know at this time that in the future, storytellers would form a family of their own, and together with novelists, they would be known as the "Two Stories of Spring and Autumn".