" The owner of the Pearl Returning Pavilion is from the Republic of China. This means that the concept of the Vermilion Fruit was already…"
"Eh? Wait!"
As he spoke, Third Uncle suddenly paused and looked up at Zhang Hao. He asked nervously,"Old Master, don't tell me you know the owner of the Pearl Returning Pavilion?”
Zhang Hao thought for a moment and shook his head,"What Pearl Returning Tower Master?" Never heard of it."
"That's good…"
Third Uncle heaved a sigh of relief.
He suddenly remembered that the old man was a living historical figure of the Republic of China. If he really knew the owner of the Pearl Returning Pavilion…
At this moment, Zhang Hao said,""Speaking of martial arts novels, I thought of an old friend. He usually likes to write things and even came to live with me for a while.”
Zhang Hao pointed at Third Uncle and said,"Right, it's the seat you're sitting in now." That year was also the year when the Vermilion Fruit bore fruit. I also took out a bamboo basket to treat him to the Vermilion Fruit.”
"Sigh, I wonder if my old friend has written any novels in the future. I really want to read my old friend's novels. Back then, he always liked to pester me to ask about Wuxia, Swordsman, and so on.”
"How would I know? He casually made up some cultivation techniques, some rare treasures, and so on to fool him.”
"But he shouldn't be the head of the Huanzhu Building. He has a proper job. He's an aide to the director of the Tianjin telephone bureau.”
The old man casually mentioned the past of the Republic of China.
Those old memories and old friends of the Republic of China that existed in the yellowed old photos, in Zhang Hao's mouth, were all living people and experiences that happened around him...
Third Uncle was already dumbfounded.
"Old man, your friend isn't called Li Shoumin, is he?”Third Uncle asked with a face full of sweat.
"Eh? How did you know?"
Zhang Hao was a little surprised.
Third Uncle smiled bitterly and said," Mr. Li Shoumin, you're the owner of the Legend of the Sword Immortal of Mount Shu, Master Huanzhu. After all the twists and turns, the Vermilion Fruit in his novel actually came from you!"”
History and the present seemed to overlap at this moment.
More than a hundred years ago, a scholarly man in his thirties was also sitting on this chair. He was full of praise for the Vermilion Fruit in his mouth, but at the same time, he was inspired to add things like the Vermilion Fruit and cultivation techniques to his imagination and write them into his novel…
A hundred years later, the old friend had left.
However, the novel and the things written in it had been passed down since ancient times.
And influenced generations after generations…
Third Uncle was an author himself, so he was naturally more touched by this.
The audience in the live broadcast room was completely dumbfounded when they heard the conversation between Zhang Hao and Third Uncle…
"F * ck! The owner of the Pearl Returning Pavilion was actually the old man's friend?”
"The Vermilion Fruit was actually obtained from here?"
"The Legend of the Shushan Swordsman was actually an idea provided by the old master?”
The audience was dumbfounded and shocked.
In an instant, it was as if he had crossed the long river of time and space. The old man's figure seemed to have blurred, as if he had just walked over from the Republic of China...
"May I ask, who is the Pearl Returning Tower Master?”
"Also, weren't Wuxia novels created by Yong Yong? There were still people writing novels in the war-torn era of the Republic of China, and they were even martial arts novels?”
Of course, there were also people who didn't understand.
"Ask if you don't understand. Wuxia novels weren't created by Kong Yong, of course. He was the one who developed them. Kong Yong started Ming Pao and started to serialize wuxia novels in the 1960s.”
"Master Huanzhu's Legend of the Shushan Swordsman is the king of modern martial arts novels!”
"That's right! In fact, there were quite a few novelists during the Republic of China, and Master Huanzhu was the most accomplished among them…"
"The old master's experience is too rich.”
" It's simply a living encyclopedia of the Republic of China…"
"The sense of history is overwhelming!"
"I'm getting more and more curious about Old Master's past.”
The live broadcast room was flooded with bullet comments.
Third Uncle nodded emotionally and reached for the basket, wanting to take another fruit to eat." Eh? Where are the fruits?"
He touched nothing.
The Vermilion Fruit in the basket had already been eaten by the people in the mushroom house while he was lost in his thoughts.
"Ahhhh! I only ate one!"
Third Uncle's tragic wail immediately rang out in the courtyard…
After lunch, Third Uncle, the flying guest, was about to leave the show.
"Old sir, it's my honor to meet you on this trip to Taoyuan Village. Although I'm only a small author, as long as you say hello, I'll do my best and won't refuse!”
Before leaving, Third Uncle held Zhang Hao's hand tightly with a sincere expression.
On the side, Chef Huang and Teacher He were squatting on the ground and drawing circles out of boredom.
His sister and Peng Peng also looked like they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.
Because…
Third Uncle was already holding Old Ancestor's hand and refused to let go for more than ten minutes.
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