The grass python hero was very moved: "You still come to thank me, the idol is really a prime minister who can pull a boat in his stomach."
These readers have pits in their brains, circuitous sinkholes. But what is incomprehensible is that these are all female readers.
"It's my bad luck to be tricked, but..." Xie Zhiwei changed the subject and said with a blank expression, "I don't care about it, but it doesn't mean you can forget it like this."
The grass python hero understands in seconds: "Idol, you can ask for anything, except for changing roles and forcibly modifying the plot, everything else is easy to say."
Not changing roles is the principle of the grass python hero. This guy has an unimaginable obsession with the hero with the face of He Zheng and the face of Xie Zhiwei.
Xie Zhiwei doesn't understand that the plot can't be changed. This was originally the condition he wanted to mention now.
"Why can't the plot be changed? It's so difficult to make Tantai Meng fall from the sky and be with the hero? Don't make me doubt your orientation again, okay?"
For Xie Zhiwei's aggressiveness, Cao Mang Hero is very calm. "Idol, this has nothing to do with my orientation. To tell you the truth, when Xiaomengmeng went offline, I felt like committing suicide, but I can only operate the system and not change the plot, otherwise the existence of this system would be meaningless." You acted in a TV series that was aired on the stars, and the audience felt that it was not good to make a reshoot, would you like it?"
"I don't care, the producer will never agree. Where did you spend so much money and time?" Xie Zhiwei recalled the experience of filming back then, and he was full of emotion. Feedback to adjust the following plot."
The grass python hero slapped his thigh: "That's right, so we can only salvage the role of the heroine later."
"What kind of remedy? Could it be..." Xie Zhiwei was overjoyed, "It is possible for the heroine to appear?"
"The idol is smart! Although her line is off, it hasn't been completely extinguished. It just didn't match the main plot. I can't guarantee when it will light up again. So the idol..."
Xie Zhiwei rubbed his temples: "Okay, okay, I know what you mean. Don't you still have to rely on me to pull this line, I can figure it out. But your behavior of using fanwen as a copy is too bad, you must Compensate me! If you can't change the plot, let me pretend to force the head office heartily, right?"
"Of course, you've got four stars as an idol."
Xie Zhiwei nodded in satisfaction, but immediately realized something was wrong: "Wait a minute, taking four stars is my own ability, not an extra discount you gave me."
The Cao Mang hero lamented in his heart that after a long time in the showbiz, he is a genius, so he replied with a dry smile: "Think about your idol slowly, we can discuss it."
Xie Zhiwei suddenly stopped his crackling words, and the system space was quiet.
"The idol seems to have something on his mind?"
Xie Zhiwei cleared his throat, and said slowly, "It's nothing, I just feel something is weird."
"What's wrong? Except for the female characters who are always disconnected, everything else is quite normal."
Xie Zhiwei said annoyedly: "Forget it, forget it, it's important to go to the plot first. Ask me to talk to you after I think it over."
When Xie Zhiwei hung up the dialog box and fell asleep with his head covered, the hero over there had already finished the finishing work very quickly.
The progress bar reached 100% perfectly, and Xie Zhiwei walked out refreshed.
Across the corridor, I saw a group of people coming here. Du Sheng and Mu Yu led the way, and the two were still talking enthusiastically. It seemed that the male protagonist had already established a preliminary interpersonal relationship.
Du Sheng fiddled with the Buddhist beads in his hand, and said something regretfully, and the others behind him also echoed, either filled with righteous indignation, or equally regretful.
Mu Kui saw Xie Zhiwei standing in the corner of the bamboo forest at the end of the corridor, his smile deepened, he walked two steps forward to come to Xie Zhiwei, bowed and said, "Master."
Then he said in a low voice, "The disciple has already said that the master is resting, but these rescued seniors still insist on waiting outside the bamboo forest. They must thank the master face to face."
"I see."
The people on the opposite side also walked out of the corridor during the conversation, and Du Sheng clasped his hands together to thank Zhiwei and saluted: "Good, today we are all saved by Master Xie and the disciples, I am very grateful."
The people behind also expressed their thanks.
Xie Zhiwei was talking about the situation with a smile on his face, but he couldn't find Lu Zhanyun in the crowd, so he asked casually, "Why didn't Mr. Lu disappear?"
Du Sheng sighed: "Benefactor Lu was frightened and has already been taken away by his subordinates. He must be on his way back now."
Someone said at the bottom: "It's still too shallow to lose your mind and go crazy. You don't talk nonsense, but when you see Master Xie's apprentice, you call him grandpa. It's pitiful."
This was originally a very funny and graphic description, but no one laughed at the scene, they were all masters.
Du Sheng still comforted Xie Zhiwei with great pain: "Your faction's Lord Bai and Lord Lu are cousins, Master Xie don't need to be too sad."
Xie Zhiwei managed to grasp his point of comfort - Bai Jianzhi and Xie Zhiwei are brothers, or the kind that others seem to be particularly close to. Lu Zhanyun is a relative of Bai Jian, so he is naturally related to Xie Zhiwei. If he is crazy, Xie Zhiwei will be very sad and blame himself,
What kind of logic is this
That naughty brat is crazy, it's too late for him to laugh!
Xie Zhiwei forcibly lowered his brows, sighed with regret, and at the same time gave Mu Kui a calm look.
The expression on the latter's face was exactly the same as Xie Zhiwei's, and he was also sighing hypocritically, but the looming curvature of the corner of his mouth did not escape Xie Zhiwei's sharp eyes.
— Admire, as expected of the hero. While finishing the dungeon, I still don't forget to be critical. It seems that Lu Zhanyun has been abolished.
At the end of the formalities, Xie Zhiwei took out something from his sleeve, "Although this time is dangerous, it is a great honor for me to meet Master Dusheng. I copied the Diamond Sutra by hand the day before yesterday, and I only finished half of it in a hurry. I hope Master will not hold you back."
Xie Zhiwei had been in the entertainment industry for a long time in his previous life, no matter how bad he was, he knew a thing or two about human relationships. Xie Zhiwei is a poor Taoist priest, and he has no money to make friends with, so he has to do his best. I wanted to get close to Shen You by using words, but I didn't expect Shen You to become a dead person long ago.
Du Sheng gave him half here, because Xie Zhiwei was still not at ease after all. With so many people at the Buddhist and Taoist Conference, he always had to meet Du Sheng first to talk about it, lest someone with ulterior motives spoil the hero's recognition of his father.
Xie Zhiwei was a low-key person, if he went to Du Sheng rashly, he might attract attention, sending letters would be a good excuse.
Du Sheng really likes it very much. He took it and spread it out and looked at it over and over again: "I only heard that Master Xie has a very high level of cultivation. It turns out that calligraphy is also excellent. The poor monk admires it. When I trouble Master Xie to write it all in the next day, the poor monk should hang it on the Above the Great Hall of Great Heroes."
Others were full of praise after reading it, and said "good calligraphy", "the pen is going well" and so on.
Xie Zhiwei humbly said: "Thank you." This is called pretending to be silent and invisible.
At this time, Mu Kui was not interested in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he couldn't see the calligraphy that Ming Kong tore up Xie Zhiwei earlier. At this moment, he also leaned forward to take a look, and suddenly couldn't move his eyes away.
They all speak like their own. Xie Zhiwei's handwriting is very strong and strong, piercing through the back of the paper, each stroke is elegant and vigorous, and the pen turns are full of roundness, like bamboo swaying in the majestic wind.
Mu Xi felt that he seemed to have the ability to appreciate the characters written by people.
Except for not being able to understand the rhythm, the master is really good at everything, when will he reach his level
Xie Zhiwei tried not to interfere with the hero's behavior, and what came out naturally was the original plot.
Unexpectedly, what the hero did was completely opposite to the original book. He didn't destroy the Xuanyun Sword Sect, and he didn't set fire to the mountain.
The two of them went down the mountain silently at dawn, just as they came silently.
The hero didn't look back for a moment, which is the only similarity with the original.
But there's really nothing to see.
Xie Zhiwei thought with a blank face, maybe... this male protagonist also came out of the fanfiction.
When we got back, it was just dawn.
The temperature of Yujing Daozong is significantly higher than that of Xuanyunjian Sect. It has just rained and the ground is wet. In the distance, there is a rainbow hanging over the cloud of smoke in Dengtian City. In the mid-air, you can see pink buds in the lotus pond outside Kunyue City, and the thorny bamboo forests surrounding the city are verdant.
Along the way, Mu Yu said very little and didn't even look at the scenery, as if he was very preoccupied. Xie Zhiwei only thinks that he just got the black lotus and white lotus and needs to get used to it. It's like being hungry for a long time, and suddenly there is a pork trotter braised pork, no matter how you have to digest it slowly, right
Daotong cooks with fire, dried bamboo shoots and green vegetables with tofu, the taste is bland. Although Xie Zhiwei ate vegetarian food in the Xuanyun Sword Sect these few days, he had enough oil and water, so he couldn't help being a little bit tricky.
Xie Zhiwei didn't bother to eat it after he picked a little bit, but he always eats bigu, it doesn't matter whether he eats it or not. But Mu Xi didn't seem to have any appetite, he just put the rice into his mouth one by one, Xie Zhiwei put on a face and forced him to eat half a bowl, and then drove him to rest.
Mu Yu walked to the door according to his words, but stopped again, turned his head and seemed to want to say something, finally bowed and ran away quickly.
Xie Zhiwei finally realized what he was thinking, but there is a little soy sauce in his original work, it is really not appropriate to ask.
Although Mu Yu didn't know Dusheng, he was reborn after all, and he knew what it meant to be back.
One month later, the Buddhist and Taoist Conference will definitely be lively,
The hero is about to get back what belongs to him, so it is normal to be nervous.
"Second senior brother, you are back."
A voice dragged through the door with complaints.
Xie Zhiwei knew who was coming without looking, but he still raised his head with a smile on his face, "It's so early, little brother, Brother Wei just entered the door not long ago."
Chu Zhi clasped his fists together, and said straight to the point: "Second Senior Brother, get rid of that dog quickly, I'm going to be pissed off by it in Ganyang City."
Xie Zhiwei asked: "It's not locked in a cage, did you let it out?"
Chu Zhi had a sad expression on his face: "How is it possible? I thought it was too disturbing for it to bump into the cage and scream strangely, so I put it in the yard where the sundries were placed in the back mountain. But I didn't know that this beast was very strong. One of my disciples went to give it to me." It threw fish to eat, but it actually broke through the cage, threw itself on this disciple and started rambling, I was afraid of losing my life, so I simply sealed the whole yard with a barrier."
Xie Zhiwei wondered, "Is there such a thing?"
"No, it seems that the second senior brother treats it badly, or else he would be so excited after eating a fish."
Xie Zhiwei silently moved the rice grains in the bowl, and it was covered with a piece of bland boiled tofu, not even a piece of oily flakes.
—What can I do, I am also desperate...