The novelist and the fantasy world have been connected since the birth of the novel. Just like breathing when a person is born, it is an innate instinct and a mysterious way.
Therefore, when asked how the novelist relates to the fantasy world, Yu Xin cannot explain clearly.
Wang Liangyu felt helpless about this.
Most of the people in this era are examples of people who do not seek deep understanding. They know it but do not know why it is. There are very few people who truly seek knowledge and study. Only sages such as Confucius, Laozi and Sun Wu are the real seekers of this era.<
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The fantasy world is unobservable, and the connection between the mind and the mind is unknowable. Even if Wang Liangyu has the ability to reach the sky, he cannot build a bridge out of thin air to connect the storyteller and the fantasy world.
As a result, the path of storyteller practice can only stop at the first step for the time being!
Of course, Lu Qi's practice has not stopped.
It’s just a bit wasteful.
At night, a small town in the north of Wu State.
After finishing his training, Lu Qi stood up and bowed to thank Yu Xin who was sitting next to him.
"All sentient beings have exhausted their mental strength, and I'm afraid they won't be able to practice in the short term!" Yu Xin opened his eyes and looked at Lu Qi, with a tired look on his face and a gloomy look on his face.
After decades of accumulation, once it was exhausted, Yu Xin couldn't help but regret that he should not have helped the storyteller practice.
Hearing this, Lu Qi couldn't help but change his expression. It's the time to eat the marrow and know the taste. How could he stop?
"Senior, you are too vain!" Wang Liangyu, who was roasting meat on the side, turned his head and looked at Yu Xin with doubt on his face, "How long did it take before it was all gone?"
After all the calculations, Lu Qi's practice only lasted for one month.
Yu Xin looked a little bitter, and explained helplessly: "I don't have many works, the illusion world is weak, and all living beings have insufficient mental strength, how can they withstand such consumption!"
A novelist's practice depends entirely on his works. If his works are widely circulated, the mental energy of sentient beings will naturally be sufficient, and his practice will be as fast as the wind. However, if only a few people hear his work, the mental energy of sentient beings will naturally be low. Maintaining the illusion world will become a problem, let alone practice.
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Wang Liangyu put the seasoning on the barbecue, turned it over, and asked curiously: "Speaking of this, I'm curious, what works do the predecessors have?" After a pause, he continued, "Didn't I hear that before?
, Seniors are you creating? How is it going?"
Yu Xin shrugged his shoulders and said with half sadness and half depression: "It's just some rumors in the streets, only a few people heard about it, so it's not worth mentioning."
"Come on, Lu Qi, tell me the last paragraph!" Wang Liangyu became interested and looked at Lu Qi, "Let's talk about the works of senior Yu Xin."
Although the storyteller was proposed by Wang Liangyu, Wang Liangyu has not heard a story yet.
Lu Qi didn't refuse, he just came.
Before the smell of barbecue could be heard, Lu Qi stopped.
"Is this the end?" Wang Liangyu's face was full of astonishment. He looked at Lu Qi and then at Yu Xin, "Isn't this just a fable?"
The general meaning of the book Lu Qi just mentioned is that a powerful official of the Jin State named Zhao Jianzi liked to let the common people catch poisonous birds and send them to Zhao Jianzi's house so that Zhao Jianzi could release them.
It wasn't until this moment that Wang Liangyu realized that he might have made a mistake. The novels of this era were not the novels he understood.
In fact, it was not until the Tang Dynasty that the novel was officially formed.
History turned around in his mind, and Wang Liangyu no longer paid attention to the novel. Instead, he focused on another issue, which was more worthy of deep thought.
"Can such a fable create a fantasy world?" Wang Liangyu ignored the barbecue and strode to Yu Xin's side, asking urgently.
In Wang Liangyu's original understanding, the so-called world, not to mention how grand, is mostly reasonable, but at least it must have a complete and clear world view. But how can a short fable, only a few hundred words, form an illusory world? p>
Yu Xin looked at Wang Liangyu doubtfully and nodded.
Wang Liangyu realized that he seemed to have never seriously understood the illusion world. He couldn't help but take a deep breath and asked: "Senior, can you describe to me the illusion world formed by this fable?"
Through Yu Xin's description, Wang Liangyu gained a new understanding of the fantasy world.
The fantasy world is not an illusory and complete world created by virtual reality as Wang Liangyu thinks. It is just a space bubble, some are big or some are small.
The larger one will be a complete world, with lifelike characters, ups and downs of the plot, and fascinating environments.
The small one is just an abstract void the size of a palm. The so-called story is probably just a clip from a movie played in this void world.
Wang Liangyu pondered for a long time and asked in surprise: "Senior Yu, I remember you once said, 'The length of the book and the depth of the words determine the future of the fantasy world.' If this is the case, why don't seniors create more profound works?" Yu Xin rolled his eyes and looked at Wang Liangyu angrily: "Do you think I don't want to?"
Uh...
Wang Liangyu was speechless.
After a long while, Wang Liangyu coughed lightly and changed his words: "Senior Yu, have you ever thought about creating a long story? In this way, wouldn't the created illusion world be larger, and more people's minds would be gathered together!" p>
"The creation of long stories takes a long time and is not conducive to dissemination. It is twice the result with half the effort." Yu Xin shook his head and disagreed with Wang Liangyu's opinion.
"This is just one of them." Before Wang Liangyu could speak, Yu Xin took a breath and continued, "More importantly, it is not easy for long stories to give birth to fantasy worlds."
Wang Liangyu was stunned and asked doubtfully: "Why?"
"Not sure."
Listening to Yu Xin's crisp answer, Wang Liangyu didn't react for a moment and looked at Yu Xin blankly.
When Yu Xin saw this, he chuckled and said, "My guess is that the bigger the illusion world is, the more effort it takes to create the illusion world."
Wang Liangyu laughed immediately after hearing this and pointed at Lu Qi: "Senior Yu, things are different now! With the storyteller here, are you still worried about the lack of audience? With the audience, are you still afraid that all sentient beings are not strong enough?"
Yu Xin stood up suddenly. He went to Lu Qi originally for the publicity effect of the storyteller, but he did not expect that in the end he would forget about the novel.
Turning to stare at Lu Qi, Yu Xin thanked him ecstatically, then turned around and went straight to the tent, holding a candle and writing a book.
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The next day, Yu Xin handed a stack of simple letters to Lu Qi with a pair of panda eyes.
Wang Liangyu grabbed the slip out of curiosity and glanced at it. It was about the story of the orphans of the Zhao family.
The Orphan of Zhao is not short in length. The story is gripping, the plot is twists and turns, the characters are vivid and vivid, and the proposition is profound and far-reaching. It is an excellent work.
However, Wang Liangyu was not satisfied.
After passing the brief letter to Lu Qi who couldn't wait, Wang Liangyu turned to look at Yu Xin: "Senior Yu, once this novel fantasy world is born, it will definitely be big, but I think it can be bigger."
"Young Master, what are your noble opinions?" Yu Xin was stunned and looked at Wang Liangyu in confusion.
"The world view of the orphans of the Zhao family is still too small. It is limited to the Jin Kingdom. It is too small." Wang Liangyu shook his head and said slowly, "Why not create a more grand world view, such as this world?" p>
Yu Xin looked confused when he heard this: "What do you mean, Master?"
"Use this world as a blueprint, and use real history, myths and legends as prototypes to create more realistic and grander novels." After Wang Liangyu's speech, he calmed down and said four words leisurely, "For example, King Wu defeated Zhou
, Zhou Yi represents Shang!"
Yu Xin thought for a while and nodded: "King Wu defeated Zhou and the Battle of Muye is indeed a good story."
During the next trip, Yu Xin began to concentrate on creation.
Wang Liangyu came over when he had nothing to do, and chatted from time to time, from the wine pool and meat forest to Fengming Qishan, from Nezha Caohai to the leader of Tongtian Cult's display of the Immortal Killing Formation.
It doesn't matter that Wang Liangyu talked nonsense, Yu Xin seemed to have opened the door to a new world, and his imagination took wings and flew into the sky. The original history-oriented King Wu conquered Zhou, but he was gradually moving closer to the fairy tale-oriented "Feng Shen Yan".