"What?"
After being kept in suspense by the Seventh Deputy Minister, Lin Fan became quite curious.
"He's a novelist!"
Lin Fan: “(⊙o⊙)???”
Do I need to tell you this?! Novels are written by others, so what is he if not a novelist? If he is not famous, forget it, but if he is famous, at least he should be given the title of "novelist".
He almost couldn't help but complain.
"Then what… ?"
“… , he is really a novelist!”
"I know, and then what?"
"Well, no, you don't understand what I mean. He is a novelist among all the philosophers!!!"
Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses.
A novelist among the Hundred Schools of Thought
This this this this this…
"So, among the ancient philosophers, there were already novelists?!"
He was a little confused. As a science student, he had not read much about these ancient records and documents. At most, he had just heard a few words about them from others.
Therefore, Lin Fan knew about the various schools of thought, but he really couldn't figure out which "schools" there were.
The novelist was shocked to hear this and was extremely surprised.
But I can't show it at this time, otherwise it would be too embarrassing, right
Therefore, this fellow rolled his eyes and responded calmly: "I know he is a novelist among the Hundred Schools of Thought. Then what?"
"… "
The seventh deputy minister paused for two seconds and responded, "That's all."
"No more?"
"We did meet, but he refused to say, or rather, he said he knew nothing and was just writing it casually."
"We don't have any evidence to prove that what he said was a lie, and he hasn't done anything wrong. We can't keep restricting his freedom, can we?"
"So... I've only seen it before."
"Oh my gosh~"
Lin Fan shouted, "Please arrange it. I'll meet him. Maybe I don't think it's appropriate to tell you guys about it?"
"no problem!"
The seventh deputy minister agreed: "I'll arrange it for you right away. You should be able to see him tonight."
"good!"
The phone was hung up.
Lin Fan stroked his chin and fell into deep thought: "It seems that I have missed a lot of details after all..."
"The Ministry of Residents' Happiness and Life is an official body, and there are countless highly intelligent people as think tanks. They consider many things more carefully and deeply than I do."
"This point cannot be ignored..."
He became slightly more alert.
For example, before this, he had never thought about why the novels about cultivating immortals were so similar to the real cultivation of immortals!
coincide
There are so many books, it is inevitable that there will be some similarities
But the problem is that as the pioneer of cultivation novels, the works created by that novelist are already very similar!
But I have always ignored this matter.
It was not until now, when he talked about it with Deputy Minister Seven, that Lin Fan realized that they had already thought of this and had even seen it before.
It’s not that they can’t meet, but it serves as a reminder to Lin Fan.
Three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang, so what about three, or even thirty or three hundred think tanks
Plus plus minus equals minus? Where did you read this poisonous chicken soup
Gathering such a think tank together will enable them to analyze all the details in the shortest possible time and propose adaptive strategies based on these details.
so…
Don't underestimate anyone!
This is true even if they are now partners, even if the other party's personal fighting power is not outstanding.
Especially after Sister Wu and Qi Zixiao repeatedly reminded him not to die, Lin Fan became more cautious.
"But then again."
"Novelist... What's going on?"
He opened Baidu, searched, and quickly got the results.
Novelists are one of the schools of thought. Most of their books have been lost. According to Ban Gu's "Book of Han: Records of Arts and Literature", "Novelists are a school of thought that originated from the miscellaneous officials; they are created by street talk and hearsay."
Novelists can represent the customs of the common people in all directions. However, because of their minor nature, they are not valued by the world and eventually they are not extinct.
The representative novelist is Yu Chu.
A native of Luoyang, Henan Province in the Western Han Dynasty. Most of his deeds have been lost. According to the "Records of the Grand Historian" and "Records of the Han Dynasty", during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Yu was an alchemist and an assistant minister. He rode a horse and wore yellow clothes, and was called the Yellow Envoy.
In the Records of Suburban Sacrifices, it is recorded that "Yuchu and others from Luoyang used Fangci to curse the Xiongnu and Dayuan."
"Originally, the work of novelists was mainly to record the folks' street talk and report it to their superiors. However, although novelists were a school of their own, they were considered inferior, so there was a saying of "nine schools and ten schools"..."
After reading a lot of relevant records, articles and analyses, Lin Fan gradually understood.
"To put it simply, it is equivalent to recording unofficial history and writing some folk legends?"
"But the records say that the novelist has died?"
"… "
"Fortunately, it is just a record. You can't trust it completely. You will know everything once you see it."
…
night.
In the VIP room of a teahouse in City C.
Lin Fan met the successor of this novelist - Chen Chumo. The writer's name was 'Gu Lian', and the novel he created to create the cultivation school was called "The Journey of Cultivation".
(PS: I know Brother Xiao Qian and Piao Miao Zhi Lu, but this is a fictional world, it’s different, brothers, don’t take it too seriously, and it’s always bad to write people from the real world into it.)
"Mr. Lin."
Chen Chumo smiled and stretched out his hand, and Lin Fan did the same. After shaking hands lightly, he looked at the other person gently.
If there is no fluctuation of true energy, then you are not a cultivator.
Even his body was very weak. Not only had it not been nourished by spiritual energy, but he also had a lot of minor ailments all over his body, from his cervical spine to his lumbar spine, stomach, etc. There was almost no healthy part of his body.
"Excuse me for interrupting."
Lin Fan spoke up and apologized.
"What?"
Chen Chumo still smiled: "In fact, I wanted to meet Mr. Lin a long time ago, but unfortunately I didn't have the chance."
"It is a great honor to be able to see you today."
"Let's not be polite."
Lin Fan laughed: "I don't like those beating around the bush, let's get straight to the point."
"Mr. Chen, you should know why I want to see you, right?"
"I can guess it." Chen Chumo nodded: "The Residents' Happiness and Life Department has already told me your identity, so..."
"That's good."
Lin Fan said, "I want to know, how much does the novelist know about cultivating immortals, or cultivating the true self?"
"How did you... know that?"
He looked directly at Chen Chumo with burning eyes.
There was no pressure, just watching quietly, waiting, looking forward to his answer.
"To be honest, Mr. Lin."
Chen Chumo sighed: "The reason why we didn't tell the Residents' Happy Life Department before was because it was unnecessary, and our novelist ancestors left us ancestral teachings."
"I do know something, or rather... the past."
"The source of the information is our novelist ancestors. Every dynasty has left some things behind. Although these things are getting fewer and fewer, there are still some useful things and records."
Hearing this, Lin Fan nodded slightly.
This is not that difficult to understand.
In ancient times, novelists were positioned as writers of "wild history" and "recorders" of folk biographies and legends, which is very different from modern novelists.
It is actually very reasonable that such a novelist would have some records and ancient books passed down to later generations.
As for why there are fewer and fewer...
Thousands of years have passed, and the things that have been preserved have gradually been damaged and lost. Is there a problem
As far as records go, the novelist had long since died.
In other words, they haven't really appeared for a long time.
It is really normal to lose some things inherited from the master.
Not to mention inheritance from a master, even if it is something handed down from ancestors, many things will often be lost when they are passed down for too long and through too many generations.
Seeing that Lin Fan just nodded and did not interrupt, Chen Chumo continued: "In the records and ancient books that have been passed down, I learned some information and legends from ancient times, among which there is information about the existence of cultivators."
"But they are just a few words."
At this point, Chen Chumo felt very sad, and changed the subject: "Mr. Lin, I dare to ask you, do you know the legend that the First Emperor burned books and buried scholars?"
"Of course I've heard some, but it's all hearsay. I don't know the details." Lin Fan told the truth.
Burning and burying books
Yes I have heard of it!
But the specific events happened more than two thousand years ago. Who knows what exactly happened
"yes."
Chen Chumo nodded: "But according to our novelists' records, 'burning books and burying scholars' did exist."
"But what the First Emperor killed were not Confucian scholars, but some of the 'evil and crooked' people among the various schools of thought."
"Whether it was detrimental to the rule at the time, or misleading the people and harmful to the world, many of them were 'defrauded'."
"This also led to the subsequent fear among all the schools of thought, and most of them gradually fell into silence and disappeared from the stage of history."
"We novelists are one of them!"
"I see!"
Lin Fan exclaimed.
Burning books and burying scholars... In modern times, many people say that the First Emperor has been misunderstood. In fact, he did not bury the Confucian scholars, but the sorcerers and alchemists.
But who knows what happened in detail? After all, no one has ever seen the scene back then.
However, novelists originally recorded these things. As Chen Chumo is the successor of a novelist, the information he speaks would be more credible.
"It has been silent for many years. Although all the schools of thought have been passed down in secret, as far as I know, there are actually only a few that are still passed down. Most of them have been cut off on the stage of history."
"As for the records about cultivation, they are some miscellaneous stories recorded by our novelist's ancestors in the pre-Qin period."
"I have brought all the relevant works and books. If Mr. Lin is interested, you can take a look at them yourself."
"This should be more trustworthy than my empty words, right?"
Having said that, Chen Chumo looked directly at Lin Fan, and the word sincerity was almost written on his face.