Zuoqiu Junyi wrote with great joy. When he started writing, he suddenly thought to himself, that little thief is not a good thing, how can he be so proud?
Immediately, he changed his pen and wrote, "Seeing the golden chariot retreating into Zhuhu, the Imperial Master showed his ugly face and laughed loudly. Unexpectedly, clouds and mist arose, and there were thunders. The Imperial Master was unsteady on his feet and fell from the golden chariot.
At that time, the soul overflowed and gathered in a toad."
Zuoqiu Junyi laughed loudly, raised his eyebrows, and continued to write, "The Imperial Preceptor immediately hid his voice and escaped this disaster. Although he was in such a mess, the Imperial Preceptor is a man of his word, and he immediately went to Jizhou to help him.
My friend went to get the bronze bird."
Writing this, Zuoqiu Junyi felt something was wrong.
Too hasty.
How could he, a toad, jump from Shuzhong to Jizhou one day?
He quickly picked up his pen and added, "At this time, a swan descended from the sky, carried the toad, and headed for Jizhou with it."
After reading it twice, Zuoqiu Junyi couldn't bear to read it.
What a mess, why not let him escape from Zhuhu? Is it reasonable for a toad to ride a swan?
Zuoqiu Junyi chewed the pen holder and thought for a while, then suddenly he had an idea, tore off the pieces of straw paper, laid out a new one, and wrote with his pen.
"Although Yu Xian died on the spot, his true spirit remained alive and fled southward. The god of Xiangshui took pity on him, so he put away his soul, took the essence of rain and dew, and turned him into a scholar."
As I write this, Zuoqiu Junyi is thinking hard about what will happen next.
You can see that the word "Xiangshui" has become blurred, and the ink stains have become one piece.
Zuoqiu Junyi was horrified and frightened.
He quickly looked up into the sky and bowed, saying he was offended.
Novelists are so imaginative that they will inevitably make some big statements, but if people don't want to get involved, it will naturally seem a little offensive.
Before Zuoqiu Junyi could respond, the ink mark suddenly shrank and turned into two words, "Xiangshui".
Zuoqiu Junyi was stunned, and it took him a long time to understand what was going on.
Because Zuoqiu Junyi thought the road to Sichuan was difficult, he abandoned Yu Xian at night and ran away. After that, he kept traveling in Jingzhou. He just went south from Dongting Lake a few days ago. According to the territory, he just left the realm of the goddess of Xiangshui and entered Hunan.
The sphere of influence of the Water Goddess.
It's just that he couldn't figure out why the goddess of Xiangshui became interested in this story, and even took action to steal the role of the goddess of Xiangshui.
Then, as the breeze blew by my ears, I heard a pleasant voice, curiously asking, "Although the novelist's methods are bizarre, if your friend is already dead, what is the use of writing these?"
Zuoqiu Junyi hurriedly explained, "I'm not boasting. The novel has come to life. Although my friend is dead, if he continues to live logically in my writing, it will be as if he is really alive.
All the events related to him will converge on this character."
"For example, the encounters that were supposed to happen to him, or the grievances and hatreds that were supposed to happen to him, will all happen to this person in my fictitious person. For example, the treasure that he is destined to get..., ahem, something like that."
Zuoqiu Junyi's smile was a little awkward.
In short, it doesn't matter if you die, but you can't die with the plot in mind.
Although this was a bit unethical, Zuoqiu Junyi was not completely wrong.
We agreed to help me find the copper bird, but you have to fill this hole!
The goddess of Xiangshui laughed after hearing this and said, "Interesting. I heard that poets have special ambitions. If they reach the realm of the country of poetry, they can confuse the will of heaven with their poetry. I didn't expect that a novelist, who is not a member of the ninth-rate school, can be like this."
A means to deceive God’s will.”
The smile on Zuoqiu Junyi's face froze.
Are you praising me or despising me?
Another pleasant female voice asked next to her ear, "But, since it is a fictional character, how do the lines of events you expect converge on this character?"
Zuoqiu Junyi thought to himself, I wonder which of the two sisters, Ehuang or Nvying, is the one behind.
He had no choice but to explain, "Whether it exists or not, as long as it is affected by the event line, it will slowly deviate towards my story. The point of convergence is the development of the story that I promote logically."
The later Xiangshui goddess said in a clear voice, "In other words, everything is developing as if he is alive, right?"
Zuoqiu Junyi nodded quickly, "That's it."
He smiled and said, "I don't know which of the two fairies is the goddess of Xiangshui. The little old man is a little lost in the lake."
There are two goddesses of Xiangshui, namely Emperor E and Nvying. They are the daughters of Emperor Yao and the concubines of Emperor Shun.
The two goddesses were obviously attracted by Zuoqiu Junyi's interesting methods. The first goddess said in a very easy-going manner, "I am the Emperor Nuehuang."
The second goddess who spoke out smiled and said, "I am the emperor's daughter and the heroine."
Zuoqiu Junyi quickly looked into the sky and saluted again.
Since these two people have admitted their identities, it makes sense that they jumped out of thin air to snatch the role of the goddess of Xiangshui.
Because these two goddesses are famous for being both good and fun-loving.
What they are most famous for is the major social death incident that happened when Qin Shihuang was touring the world.
Somehow, these two goddesses suddenly became interested in this hero who dominated the world.
So when Qin Shihuang passed by the Xiangjiang River, the sisters blew strong winds and raised huge waves, rocking the emperor's ship on the Xiangjiang River...
Qin Shihuang was furious.
After landing, they immediately mobilized three thousand criminals to cut down all the trees in the mountains on both sides of the Xiangjiang River until red ocher soil was exposed on the ground.
In a sense, this is no less than stripping and humiliating two goddesses in public.
After experiencing this big social death incident, the two goddesses felt much at peace, but they didn't know why they suddenly jumped out this time.
Zuoqiu Junyi was thinking, and suddenly another idea came to his mind.
These two talented and fun-loving goddesses took the initiative to steal the role of the goddess Xiangshui. Is it because of the rationality of logic? Or is it because they are also part of the closing line of the incident?
Zuoqiu Junyi was thinking wildly when he heard the emperor's daughter Ehuang say, "Wait for me for a while..."
Zuoqiu Junyi was at a loss when he heard this, what are you waiting for?
The emperor's daughter Ying didn't say anything either.
Zuoqiu Junyi didn't dare to move, so he could only wait in confusion.
After a while, suddenly the air rippled like water waves, and a large group of constantly changing pure water appeared. After a while, the pure water vaguely swayed into a human shape.
The voice of the emperor's daughter Ehuang rang in Zuoqiu Junyi's ears again, "I have taken the essence of rain and dew, where is the soul of the imperial master you mentioned?"
Zuoqiu Junyi was speechless after hearing this. He didn't even know where Yu Xian died, so where could he go to find Yu Xian's soul? In a sense, this matter was no different from setting up an empty account to steal Yu Xian's inheritance.
He had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain, "This, this is just my story. It's a what-if..."
Nvying suddenly smiled and said, "Ha, I have an idea."
After saying that, the human-shaped large ball of pure water seemed to be blown by the wind, and then began to have specific facial features.
It's just that the facial features are so beautiful that they don't look like Yu Xian at all.
Zuoqiu Junyi looked at it dumbfounded.
I saw the almost transparent figure, pretending to adjust his Taoist robes, and a clear and melodious female voice said triumphantly, "I am the Imperial Master Yu Xian."
This should have been an ordinary sentence, but it was like a silent thunder, alarming all the causes and effects who were frantically searching for Yu Xian.