Liu Ru was dumbfounded.
So all of you are so awesome. Am I the only noob?
Not to mention that Zhang Heng could become an immortal despite his poor aptitude, even an Earth Celestial like him did not dare to take the seven-colored giant sword head-on.
Then, Yuan Tiangang, who was also one of the Hundred Family's Family Heads, used the Taiji Diagram to easily dissolve this sword.
Didn't we agree to be salted fish together?
Yuan Tiangang and Zhang Heng returned to the island.
Behind him, a young man who looked to be around 16 or 17 years old asked telepathically,""Master, why did you expose your strength?”
"Chunfeng, this novelist is not simple. You and Zhang Heng are both young people.”
Yuan Tiangang avoided the topic of his disciple, Li Chunfeng.
In his heart, he was shocked beyond words.
Before he attacked, he could vaguely sense that the corner of the world in the sky was not an illusion.
It was a real world!
Could a novelist's methods actually evolve the real world?
He found it hard to understand, so he had no choice but to let his disciple, Li Chunfeng, interact more with Zhang Heng.
After the martial arts practice, they dispersed.
The heads of the Bai clan all acknowledged Zhang Heng's strength.
Novelist Island.
Zhang Heng, the three Cheng brothers, Li Chunfeng, the head disciple of the Daoist school, and Yin Qing, the head disciple of the physician school, sat together.
In the middle of the group, a bonfire was burning brightly.
They each held a fish with a wooden stick and placed it on the bonfire to barbecue.
Not long after they left Debate Island and returned to the novelist's island, more and more people landed on the island.
Zhang Heng gathered them together for an outdoor barbecue.
Li Chunfeng had been instructed by Yuan Tiangang to build a good relationship with Zhang Heng.
And the chief disciple of the physician was actually a reader of Celestial Bane. He had come uninvited.
Not far away, the former novelist, Liu Chuanfeng, was talking to an old man with a head full of white hair.
Zhang Heng couldn't help but sigh. It was hard to imagine that Liu Qingfeng, the Confucian teacher, was actually the biological brother of this guy who wrote erotic novels.
"Hey, you, why did you write Bi Yao to death?”
Qing Yin asked angrily. However, with her pure appearance, she did not look oppressive at all. Instead, she looked a little cute.
Zhang Heng rubbed his chin." A well-known novelist once said that the characters created by the author already have their own souls.”
"Their every move is not controlled by the author. We only record everything that happens.”
Qingyin nodded, not fully understanding." I see. It makes sense. Who said that?”
Zhang Heng's eyes were fixed on the golden fish, and he didn't even raise his head."Lu Xun said it."
"This Lu Xun must be a great writer!”Qing Yin praised sincerely.
"Creating characters and then letting them develop is in line with the meaning of inaction in our Daoist school.”
Li Chunfeng smiled." Brother Zhang Heng, you're fated to be a Taoist!”
"Stop, stop!"
Zhang Heng felt a headache coming on when he heard that." Why are you like those bald monks? You keep saying that it's fate. Fate my ass!"”
"Hahaha…"
Li Chunfeng laughed loudly." That's right. We can't be like those stinky monks and lose face for no reason!”
Cheng Chuliang looked like a little fan." Zhang Heng, Celestial Bane is finished. When are you going to start a new book?”
Hearing this, Qin Yin and the others looked at Zhang Heng.
He turned the fish over and said,""There's no rush. Let's wait a few days."
There was still an experiment that he had yet to do, so he was not in a hurry to start a new book.
Everyone sat around the bonfire and chatted. On one side were the three young masters of Duke Cheng's estate, and on the other side were the two chief disciples of the physician and Daoist school.
There was also Zhang Heng, a soul from the modern era, who spoke with confidence. It was quite interesting.
When night fell, everyone left. Only Zhang Heng and Liu Chuanfeng were left on the novelist's island.
"So, what did you two brothers talk about?”
Zhang Heng asked Liu Chuanfeng casually.
Liu Chuanfeng clenched his fists." My big brother told me not to write those novels anymore. He told me to cultivate hard and strive to break through to the Human Immortal realm as soon as possible.”
"Work hard. I have high hopes for you. By the way, I'll hand over the task of revitalizing the novelist industry to you ~"
Zhang Heng patted Liu Chuanfeng's shoulder and encouraged him.
It wasn't his intention to take over as a novelist and become the novelist's family head. He was just curious about the novelist's method. In addition, Liu Chuanfeng's crying appearance was really pitiful, so he helped him.
Now that the novelist's position among the hundreds of schools was stable, it was time for him to return to Chang 'an and continue writing novels.
"Yes, I will definitely revitalize the novelist industry!”
Liu Chuanfeng nodded his head firmly. Then, he realized that something was wrong." If I want to revitalize the novelist industry, then what are you going to do?”
" Of course I'm going back to Chang 'an. I can only make a living by writing novels and selling books…"
Zhang Heng said leisurely as he swayed his body.
The Great Tang was at its peak, and the fate of the human path had suppressed it. No demons or ghosts dared to cause trouble in the Great Tang.
Even if the Journey to the West was coming, it would not affect Chang 'an.
Writing novels every day could not only earn money but also become stronger. Although such a life was idle, it was simply too satisfying.
As for reviving novelists?
Please, what does your rise and fall as a novelist have to do with me writing novels?
Even if novelists go extinct, won't I still write novels?
With such an attitude, Zhang Heng disappeared from Debate Island in a flash, leaving Liu Chuanfeng in tears.
……
San Wei Book House.
Inside the house, Zhang Heng set up his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and began to think about what he was going to write.
If every time he wrote a novel, he could obtain the cultivation of the main character.
Then who was the one with the highest cultivation in this Primordial World?
Naturally, it was a Saint!
Everyone below the Saint Realm was an ant!
"I've decided to write a novel with Sect Master Tongtian as the main character!”
With a thought, the brush flew up automatically and started writing on the paper. Zhang Heng himself lay on the bed, looking like a salted fish.
Tsk, if a modern web novel author were to see this ability, they would probably die of envy, right?
"After Pangu created the world, Hongjun preached and set up six saint thrones. One of them was the protagonist of this book, Tong…"
Boom!
Halfway through the first sentence, a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air and turned the piece of paper into ashes.
In the strange space, Sect Master Tongtian's mouth twitched." This kid, is he really not afraid of being cut by my sword?”
"Hiss-"
Zhang Heng jumped up from his bed and kept mumbling," Oh my god, I didn't mean to offend you. It's just a slip of the pen. It's just a slip of the pen…"
He took out another piece of paper, thought for a moment, and wrote:
"Sect Master Tongtian has a great disciple named Abundant Treasures…."
Boom!
Another bolt of lightning struck!
In the Western Spirit Mountain's Blissful Holy Land, Tathagata's face darkened." If that person didn't say that we shouldn't touch you, I would have killed you with the Tathagata Divine Palm!”
" Still can't!?"
Zhang Heng was shocked. It seemed that the mighty figures in the Primordial World were not capable of writing. They were all quite hot-tempered!
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