After writing those eight words, Luo Zhifeng stopped writing and did not move.
The tip of his pen seemed to be frozen at a certain point in space, and his expression seemed to disperse like clouds.
In the eyes of those who hate him, Luo Zhifeng is just pretending and pretending to be a ghost. Someone whispered: "Bah! Isn't he just wasting time? Pretending to be thinking hard when he can't write anything? He won't wait until the game time passes and say that he feels too forgetful and ignores time, right? !”
From the perspective of a layman, how could an author not understand the characters he writes about
Yu Shi was gibbering and couldn't write for such a long time, which was in sharp contrast to Fei Hongwen who was writing at a high speed - he must have been plagiarized!
When they thought about this, they could hardly hide their disdain.
"Get out!"
"It's too late to admit defeat now..."
Fans of Fei Hongwen, who had only entered the venue after passing various checks, did not dare to speak loudly and disrupt the order of the venue, but they all lowered their heads and uttered curses that could not be more vicious or mocking.
They murmured, the fierce light in their lowered heads became even more fierce, and their pupils actually exuded a spooky and terrifying light like wild beasts. Gradually, the fans' unanimous curses seemed to merge into a unified curse word, giving people a feeling of inorganic, suppressed madness for no reason.
A judge was sitting on the stage and suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing by. Not only did he rub his hands, he was so frightened by the inorganic voices of Fei Hongwen's fans that he almost fell down.
The judges trembled: "These fans of Fei Hongwen... are really murderous."
He even felt that he was facing a pack of vicious wolves that had lost their minds. They were dripping with hungry saliva and could swarm up and tear his old body to pieces at any time.
The judge felt extremely creepy, and he felt weird looking at Fei Hongwen who was writing with his pen.
The fans who can pass the review have put in a lot of effort and effort. Without exception, they are die-hard fans of Fei Hongwen. In Yu Shi's memory of his previous life, this group of fans later became Fei Hongwen's most loyal fans and believers.
In the previous earth recall competition, these fans did not show any abnormality at this time.
-That's because Fei Hongwen has never failed, is indomitable and invincible, and the joy of fans is normal.
In the previous life, there was never a time when Yu Shi came to arouse the anger of the fans and give them an opportunity to reveal their abnormality of being bewitched!
Luo Zhifeng still didn't write.
The entire process of this competition was broadcast to the people of the country in real time, so more and more people felt that Luo Zhifeng had a guilty conscience and that he did not know how to write.
The situation was completely one-sided, which made the audience in the live broadcast room feel like their hearts were being squeezed tightly, showing a bit of anxiety.
[Can the anchor work? ]
[Damn, it makes me anxious and angry! ]
Jiang Jingzhao, one of the first viewers to discover this live broadcast room, also bit his lip and pushed his phone to the side with his finger.
When people in the live broadcast room began to question Luo Zhifeng, and even began to throw rocks, rice buckets and other "gifts" with disgusting meanings, Jiang Jingzhao convinced himself to wait.
Wait a little longer, wait a little longer—
Maybe the anchor is holding back a big move
Jiang Jingzhao took a deep breath, closed his eyes and stopped watching the live broadcast room for the time being. In fact, his heart has long been shaken by the viewers in the live broadcast room. Fei Hongwen is the copycat and the protagonist with a golden finger. What can the anchor do to fight with him
He's not even the original owner!
Taking into account time constraints, the organizers of Earth Recall require contestants to submit highlights from their articles.
Before Luo Zhifeng started writing, Fei Hongwen had already written the first fragment of the novel smoothly.
—The protagonist Ming Ning comes from Qingli Mountain.
It is a fairyland beyond the reach of mortals. It has always been shrouded in clouds and mist, and the fairy spirit is vague. Immortal cultivators and what mortals call immortals established their sects here and traveled by cranes.
Fei Hongwen put away his pen proudly and looked at the Qingli Mountain appearing out of thin air on this page. As soon as he finished writing this page, his imagination was aroused, and the illusion showed signs of becoming reality!
The green mountains and green waters looked solitary and beautiful. Such beautiful scenery made those present and watching the TV channels unable to help but hold their breath. Beautiful, so beautiful! It is so beautiful and artistic. Compared with the nothing yellow sand, people want to immediately see the Qingli Mountain covering the desert.
One of the judges clapped his hands: "You have everyone's style!!"
He studied ancient paintings and immediately felt that the phantom of Qingli Mountain created by Fei Hongwen had charm and character.
Fei Hongwen, who was recognized by the judges, raised his head proudly and answered yes repeatedly in his heart. Isn’t that the style of everyone? The material of this thing is originally a landscape painting painted by an ancient famous artist!
He looked at Luo Zhifeng, who hadn't even moved his pen yet, and couldn't help but sneered and taunted him: "You haven't moved yet? But... whether you move or not, the outcome has been decided."
With a faint smile on his face, Fei Hongwen said humbly: "After the game, if you still don't understand anything, you can ask me for advice."
Haha...please ask? By that time, you may not be able to survive or die. Fei Hongwen's humble tone was laced with unknown malice.
His fans applauded and said in appreciation: "My father is really too generous, and he actually wants to give face to a shameless plagiarist!"
The audience in the live broadcast room was stunned by Fei Hongwen's shamelessness. The onlookers could clearly see the malice as thick as black mud in Fei Hongwen's words!
[I am so angry! How could he have the nerve to say such nonsense that the anchor should ask for advice! He, a plagiarist, is showing off his power over the original author... ah, it pisses me off to death. ]
[I want to see Fei Dog die suddenly right away! How could there be such shameless people in the world? ! ]
When the audience in the live broadcast room reacted hugely, an old man wearing reading glasses stared hard at the phantom of the so-called "Qingli Mountain" on the TV screen, and then lowered his head to watch the already released "I'm Here" The full text of "Those Years in the Cultivation World".
She frowned and murmured in a low voice: "... No."
"Dad!" the old man's little daughter retorted, "What's wrong? Isn't this the Qingli Mountain in my heart? Teacher Fei is simply amazing!"
"Maybe... I'm wrong..." The old man responded casually to his little daughter, but her frown never relaxed.
No, nothing is right!
The focus of Luo Zhifeng's pupils returned. He glanced at Fei Hongwen indifferently and left Fei Hongwen there without any intention of answering his words. Fei Hongwen's smile froze on his face, and Luo Zhifeng's ignorant behavior triggered a series of malicious denunciations against him, but none of this affected Luo Zhifeng at all.
The clown who tries to attract attention can only dance for a short time.
Luo Zhifeng held down the paper and finally wrote the first word under the title of the article.
Fei Hongwen broke out on the spot. He suppressed his anger and returned to his position. He held his breath and tried to copy out the rest of the content.
Yu Shi said in Luo Zhifeng's mind: "I'm ready."
Luo Zhifeng curled his lips slightly: "I'm also... ready."
How can Qingli Mountain be as aloof and aloof as Fei Hongwen described? From the moment they saw the very real green mountain, Luo Zhifeng and Yu Shi had already confirmed that this was a poor imitation!
Qingli Mountain is a cold, fairy-like peak shrouded in clouds and mist, but it does not make people shy away. It seems that if you get close, you will be stabbed by the sharp cold.
The protagonist Ming Ning is a 16-year-old foolish boy who was picked up by the disciples of Qingli Mountain. The people of Qingli Mountain cured his foolish symptoms and accepted this young man who was not very talented in cultivating immortals to stay in Qingli Mountain.
Ming Ning had no memory of the previous sixteen years, but he didn't know why he always held back a fierce energy in his heart, as if he was carrying some unknown hatred.
So from the moment he came into contact with the path of cultivating immortals, Ming Ning practiced desperately, relying on his anger to cultivate immortality and become stronger!
He practiced crazily for a while, to the point where he was almost obsessive, but found that the people in Qingli Mountain had really different ideas from his.
They are so Buddha!
They don't seem to have any thoughts of moving forward, and they don't just practice like Mingning day after day, seemingly forgetting everything. They regard cultivating immortals as something that is not urgent at all, like eating and drinking, and some even live almost the same life as mortals.
Even Ming Ning's master Gu Xi, a man with a cold appearance, could not escape this inexplicable Buddhist atmosphere... He actually went behind Ming Ning's back and secretly snatched the candied haws from his junior sister! He also instructed Ming Ning to cook and cook on the grounds of exercise - because he wanted to eat!
Ming Ning: "???"
Ming Ning hates this. He doesn't understand why these immortal cultivators in Qingli Mountain want to waste their cultivation. Don't they want to become stronger
So Ming Ning, who was practicing crazily, had one more thing on his mind.
He must urge the people of the Qingli Mountain Sect to be diligent and motivated! The result... was of course a complete mess. They were cultivating under his nose, but behind his back... they were as good as the devil.
What can Ming Ning do
Ming Ning: "..."
Ever since they embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, they have become emotionally weak due to the flushing of spiritual energy. When they faced Ming Ning, they all carried a unique immortal energy, as if they didn't care about anything.
But after getting along for a long time... Ming Ning found that this cold Qingli Mountain had become popular with these "cold-hearted" Qingli immortal cultivators, which made his heart feel warmed silently. Up a bit.
- Although Qingli Mountain is cold, from Mingning's perspective... it is a lonely and slightly hot green mountain.
But in this article about my years in the world of cultivation, all these details were written by Yu Shi in the form of small foreshadowings. He never wrote about the coldness on the outside and the hotness on the inside of these cultivators, but with a little secret. I am very happy to hope that someone who is interested will find this little easter egg and little surprise.
I guess Fei Hongwen, who only glanced at this article briefly, may not be able to understand it.
Therefore, no matter how real the Qingshan he created and no matter how superb his skills, it is not the Qingli Mountain in this article. It is destined to be just a fake!
Yu Shi took a long breath—
Luo Zhifeng curled his lips slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of the misty atmosphere of Qingli Mountain coming out of the corners of his eyes.
Qingli Mountain, done!
Luo Zhifeng saw a misty cloud forming in front of his eyes. In the eyes of others, it was probably just a white dumpling that he didn't understand. But Luo Zhifeng could see that this was the shadow of a young man with his eyes closed and most of his body still unformed. In other words, this was a new soul that had not yet been fully born!
His name should be... Ming Ning!
"So that's it."
Luo Zhifeng stretched out his hand slightly, with a clear look on his face.
The author has something to say: The emergence of fantasy is not accidental233
Guess why Brother Luo said that was the case.
(The air conditioner is finally turned on in the room, and the author’s hands are finally not cold anymore. I feel like typing, so I’m going to try typing and saving my manuscript!)
Braised mutton for tonight ~ Good night, thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution between 2019-12-18 23:50:51 ~ 2019-12-21 22:45:30 ~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Ming Ge 1;
Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Lumina: 50 bottles of Silver Wing; 10 bottles of Yuebai and Zhuxi; 6 bottles of 18145919; 5 bottles of Wangtian Sangean; 2 bottles of Yue; 1 bottle of Langran;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!