He Ping retracted his gaze from Lin Yuting and looked at the novel again.
"Talking and Laughing at the End of the World" was written by Huang Longsheng in 1985.
1985…This year, the martial arts master Gu Long passed away. His friend placed 48 bottles of XO into his coffin as burial. He was 48 years old.
This year, Jin Yong had already stopped writing.
After that, Wuxia novels completely declined.
To this day, He Ping felt that the wuxia theme had cooled down, mainly because there was no one to take over.
" Second Uncle He Wu is talented. He could have become the successor of the new generation, but unfortunately, his life is full of obstacles.'
'However, I can turn this situation around!'
Putting down the book, He Ping quickly received a summary from his subordinates.
Since 1985, all the excellent Wuxia topics had been listed in front of him.
These were the sequels of the later generations of scholars.
Wuxia hadn't died, but Jianghu was still around…He Ping stroked these books, and the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
He wasn't a martial arts fan, and he didn't think that this kind of theme could be popular forever.
He just felt that that era had fallen too quickly and in too much of a hurry.
"Well then,"
He Ping stretched out his hand and smiled." I'll give it to Wuxia for another forty years."”
As soon as he finished speaking, the white light of his first transmigration bloomed in front of him.
Lin Yuting seemed to have sensed something. When she turned her head, He Ping was no longer on the sofa.
……
Time passed quickly.
This time, He Ping walked a little further in the River of Time.
This was how he arrived in 1985.
It was raining heavily, and He Ping was drenched in an instant.
"If I had known earlier, I would have checked the weather today.”
He Ping smiled bitterly and walked to the house in front of him to hide from the rain.
He checked and found that he didn't use up much achievement points, but it was only enough for him to stay in this era for a day.
In the room, a man whose face could not be seen was writing a book.
A man's writing style might be a little unusual in the future, but in this era, it was very normal.
He was drinking while writing.
Once he drank, he would never stop, and when he was drunk, he would write wantonly.
Every month, when he handed in his manuscript, there was a strong smell of alcohol on the paper. What was worse, there was vomit…
He Ping looked at the man who used the alias Huang Longsheng and smiled.
Second Uncle He Wu, there was no mistake.
He Ping took a step forward and entered the house.
Huang Longsheng was already drunk and unconscious, so he didn't notice anyone approaching him.
He Ping glanced at the manuscript on the table. It was the first draft of " Talking and Laughing at the End of the World."
"Wine…I want more wine…Wine!”
Huang Longsheng shouted madly. Soon after, tears gradually flowed down his face.
"Eldest Brother, Third Brother, we are the only ones left in the He family.”
A famine caused the family to wither.
In the martial world, one had no choice!
Huang Longsheng sobered up a little and was about to start writing when he suddenly saw an extra person in the room.
"You…"
He Ping smiled and pointed his finger at Huang Longsheng's forehead.
This was an ability that he would naturally learn when his achievement points reached four digits.
Its effect was that it could transfer most of the information in the time it took to point.
He Ping paused for a moment, then quietly left.
His next destination was Xiangjiang City in 1979.
On the spot, Huang Longsheng's mind was in turmoil!
Romance of the Dragon and Snake!
Death Scripture!
"Taoist Descends the Mountain"!
The World Saber Sect!
……
Countless works appeared in his mind.
In this era, whether it was the new school or the old school, Wuxia had all been written!
However, each of these books gave Huang Longsheng a new branch in his thoughts.
Huang Longsheng looked around, but there was no sign of that person.
"The ancestor of the He clan has appeared!"
"Only, experience?"
Huang Longsheng's eyes lit up, and the tipsy feeling completely dissipated.
" The prosperity of the family does not depend on the individual. If I indulge in my own glory, it will only be detrimental to the family..."
"In that case, it was a wise choice for me to let Xiao Jing learn martial arts from Master Liu instead of writing with me.”
Huang Longsheng looked at the script in front of him and laughed.
"From now on, this 'Talking and Laughing at the End of the World' is Huang Longsheng's last work. From now on, there is no such person as Huang Longsheng in the world!”
"As for those books, I can publish them under another pen name. It's not a problem.”
"Also, the ancestor said that someone will come looking for me in more than thirty years. That person is wearing a green Han robe. When he sees her, it will be the day I return to the He family.”
……
……
Time passed.
Xu Yao held the oil-paper umbrella and stepped onto the island.
A group of people hurried over.
"Miss Xu, Mr. He sent us to pick you up.”
Xu Yao nodded lightly, her gaze cold.
"This is the information we've gathered about Huang Longsheng's life.”
After reading the information at a glance, Xu Yao noticed that Huang Longsheng had indeed escaped from the other side of the sea.
So, was it really the He family?
Xu Yao stretched out her jade-like finger and pointed at the last message." After completing the 'Fate Denying Masterpiece', there was no news of Huang Longsheng?”
"That's right. The records say that he was fighting with someone and was stabbed to death. At that time, his son, Huang Jing, was learning boxing at Baji School. When he returned home, he had already been buried.”
"The records can't be trusted." Xu Yao said," Take me to the Huang family."
"Yes, sir!"
Huang Jing hadn't come to the Huang family's old mansion since Huang Longsheng was buried.
Xu Yao looked at the house and thought for a moment before slowly walking in.
As soon as she entered, she frowned.
This house was too clean and too human.
Xu Yao looked at the bookcase.
He took a book from it.
After taking a few glances, she felt her mouth go dry.
This book, titled " The World's Saber Master," was a martial arts novel that she could still read.
She remembered that it was published online last year.
How could a 19-year-old book appear in the Huang family's old residence?
Xu Yao did not think too much about it because she saw someone sitting in front of the table in the bedroom.
This person looked to be in his fifties. He was drinking while writing, and he had the free and easy demeanor of a martial arts novelist from the last century.
Could it be…Xu Yao's eyes widened.
When the other party turned his head, his guess was confirmed.
Huang Longsheng! Xu Yao, who had seen the old photos, stiffened and could not breathe.
Huang Longsheng's eyes widened when he saw who it was.
A woman in green?
He jumped to his feet, tears streaming down his face.
"He Wu, finally…we can go home.”
This long sigh caused Xu Yao to be so shocked that countless goosebumps appeared on her skin.
At the same time, Li Hongxuan was also facing a similar situation in Xiangjiang.
" Diary, f * cking diary, who would write a diary!'
'Ordinary family! Bullsh * t! It's all a lie!
'I should have known! Rich people loved to say that their family background was ordinary!'
Li Hongxuan took the diary written by He Wen and finally arrived at the film and television building.
He Wen looked at the young man and smiled."
"I don't have any achievements either. When I escaped to Xiangjiang City, I started as a minor actor and started a film company in my eighties.”
"Look, young man, you know all these pretty boys. They were all new blood back then, but now they're all old people in the industry.”
He Wen leaned on his walking stick, shook his head, and sighed." Time waits for no man.”
Li Hongxuan looked at the posters on the wall and felt his heart ache.
Fa Ge, Wei Zai, Ge Ge, Xing Ye…
If he didn't recognize these 'good-looking kids', then it would be weird!
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