["It's just a simple pill that can be practiced by the outer disciples of Qingyou Valley, and it can make them fight to the death. After the defeat of Qingyou Valley, human beings are really worse than the previous generation."
[The little golden dragon wagged its tail, hid on Lin Tianyu's neck, and said in a disdainful tone,
["And aren't you here today to collect the Enlightenment Monument that records the introductory exercises? How come no one understands it? And that descendant of the Wu family, really started the Qingyou Valley inheritance? Those two people who were in the Zhou family at that time were clearly not even Qi practitioners! Old man Yaoxian, what kind of successor did you choose back then! You really made a mistake! You ruined this good inheritance!"
[Although Lin Tianyu had already used artificial human skin to disguise himself, he still couldn't help but pull on his cloak to cover his appearance and the shining little golden dragon:
["I don't know the reason for this. But I'm afraid...it is precisely because Qingyougu's exercises and elixirs are so powerful that they were jealous and persecuted when they declined, so these disciples could only hide incognito. . This is why I still dare not be too public and dare not directly recruit disciples for Qingyou Valley. But the longer I hide, the fewer disciples who can succeed in the magic technique, and the more people forget their ancestors.
["The Wu family's lineage is probably the longest among those disciples who were lucky enough to escape. Unfortunately, even for them, except for the most basic Chinese medicine techniques, there is probably not much left. Even if there is anything left, No one can understand it anymore. Otherwise, there is no way a treasure like the Monument of Enlightenment would fall into the hands of outsiders, let alone be placed here to measure its value with money."
["Hmph. Guys who forget their ancestors. Those who abandon the rules of their ancestors in order to escape disasters. Even if it is understandable, they are not worthy of forgiveness. Since they choose to give up, they will never want to return to Qingyou Valley!"
[The little golden dragon raised its tail and spoke angrily,
["Hey, boy, we agreed, you must bring back the Enlightenment Monument! That is the treasure of our Qingyou Valley, the face of Qingyou Valley! You can borrow it, or even give it away, but it must not be sold. !”
【"Do not worry."
[Lin Tianyu watched the host sell the last batch of the elixirs he refined at a high price of one million, looking ecstatic, but he was eagerly looking forward to the appearance of the last treasure, and couldn't help but clenched his fists,
["I will definitely return it to its original owner."
[Little Jinlong seemed quite satisfied with Lin Tianyu's answer, and the flapping of his tail finally stopped. But soon, it rolled its eyes and asked again:
["But having said that, didn't you sense the aura of the missing orb in the Fire Spirit Cauldron and decided to participate in the auction in person, and then luckily got the news about the Enlightenment Monument? But in this auction, there seems to be no What magic beads are they? Could it be that you sensed them wrong?"
["Even if my induction is wrong, the reaction of the Fire Spirit Cauldron will not be wrong. Maybe... it is not an auction item, but a magic weapon carried by someone here."
[Lin Tianyu shook his head invisibly,
["But there are too many people now, and I can't be sure who has the orb."
["Isn't this simple? As soon as the auction is over, let your thoughts go out and search for them one by one. If you can find the person's head, there are few people present who you can't beat. Just grab them!" "
[The little golden dragon raised its tail and seemed very excited.
["That's not appropriate. Even if you find someone, you should discuss business with them first. After all, it's someone else's thing now, and you can't take it for free. But... if it doesn't make sense, then you have to be rude."
[Lin Tianyu raised his head and looked at the stage,
["Okay, please be patient a little longer, the Enlightenment Monument will come out soon. No matter how high the price is, I will definitely win it!"]
(From Chapter 123 of "Urban Medical God" - Auction)
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[The bid for the Olympic Games was finally successful: Come on, there is no difference between the male protagonist and the Shenlong brothers who rob each other without any agreement, except for being polite on the surface, right? Any normal person will definitely sell it to you after hearing that you want to buy it! Forced buying and selling! This is it! 】
[I really don’t have any recommendation votes: If I think about it seriously, it seems to be true... But at least it’s courtesy first and then attack. This is probably the pattern of the "protagonist". 】
[First place in eating: This and that, stabbing the other person first and then calling the police for the other person, and then boasting about his "big pattern", are the same pattern! ? 】
[The Olympic bid was finally successful: There are really not many good male protagonists of this type. For some characters, if you scold them for having bad views, some book fans will jump out and laugh at you: "These days, literary and artistic works are still commenting on the three views?" Well, there is really nothing in the work itself to evaluate whether the three views are correct, but the author I write such a thing to please the readers, and the readers are really pleased by it. I can still evaluate the views of these readers^_^]
[I really have no recommendation votes:...Have you been criticized recently for your Olympic bid?]
[We are all brothers, how can I pigeonhole you: Hey, some people are like this, as long as they feel comfortable, they don’t care about social significance and consequences. When you poke a sore spot that you can't refute, it feels like you've peeled off the skin. Of course, you'll jump up in anger? The character of this protagonist can only be said to be not a very evil person, and he is barely able to abide by the law, let alone be a good person. It's too early for you to get angry if you bid for the Olympics. If the protagonist doesn't take the treasure in a while, he might be able to kill and seize the treasure with confidence. If the treasure is photographed, there will be cannon fodder to snatch it, and then the defense of murder will come. It’s a black market. If there is an urban novel like this, don’t really expect too much from the character of the protagonist. 】
[We are all brothers, how could I pigeonhole you: But the author shouldn’t be that stupid. If he arranges the plot and characters like this, it will really fall apart. There is a high probability that the protagonist will not be able to tell the truth but will be plotted against, knock down the opponent out of patience, take away the opponent's treasures as "compensation", etc., giving people a feeling of "things happen for a reason" and "there is nothing you can do". 】
[The Olympic bid was finally successful; maybe. Anyway, I’m just not happy with this kind of persona. It would be better to make it clear from the beginning that he is leading evildoers. It's really boring to pretend. 】
[I really have no recommendation votes: However, I think "No such person" has a really good temper... If the work I worked so hard to write is said like this, I definitely can't stand it]
[First place in eating: I almost feel like this is a robot posting! There is really no anger at all! It makes me feel embarrassed to complain directly in the comment area now! 】
"You also know that sometimes what you say is really excessive. I haven't told you that this was approved by the author... If you really encountered an author with a bad temper, you would have been listed on the home page of his blog and scolded. Let’s turn it into a sieve, okay?”
Qian Rufeng scratched his head and sighed.
He once again opened a chat interface on his mobile phone with the account "Don't talk about feelings, it hurts money". The latest message he sent was:
[Hello, I am currently reading your work "Urban Medical God" and I have read Chapter 123. I am very interested in the structure of the relationship between various forces in your work. I think your writing is very detailed and realistic. I hope to ask you for advice on how to build a real and complete social system. I hope you will give me your advice. 】
On top of this message, there are dozens of dialog boxes he sent requesting discussion or asking about writing methods and techniques, and even some tentative remarks such as "Are you there?"
But without exception, they received no reply.
Qian Rufeng slid his finger and finally reached the top of the interface. That was the first message he sent:
[Sorry, my friend got excited in your comment area and did not control it properly. He may have posted some words that were offensive to you and your work. I've warned them. If necessary, I will ask them to take note of deletion. 】
Under this dialog box, there was the only reply given to him by [No such person found]:
[It's okay, I don't mind the tendency to comment, any reply will be helpful to me. Please be sure to continue to comment in the comment area, the more the merrier, very welcome. However, please don't tell anyone else about this, I want to keep it a bit of a mystery. 】
Only this one.
Want to maintain a sense of mystery? You may have this idea, maybe [No such person found] is just a writing enthusiast, and he doesn’t care about subscriptions or popularity. If you can meet "boring" people like them and come to "team-building" to complain in the work, maybe it will make the other party find it interesting?
Otherwise, he really can't understand this overly "tolerant" attitude...
But if that was the case, he really envied the other party's mentality and situation.
He switched the interface, took a look at this month's accounts, and couldn't help but sigh.
Subscriptions are down again compared to last month. It's no wonder that the editor-in-chief doesn't have a good look on him recently.
Since he entered the industry, he has written fantasy novels, but now he has gradually fallen into a bottleneck and his performance has declined. In order to break through himself, he decided to try new styles in new works and enter urban literature.
However, it seems that he is helpless with this kind of imaginary urban system and can only copy the experience in fantasy novels, so that the power structure and power system of the novel world seem too out of touch with modern cities, and the character of the male protagonist is also incompatible with the social background. , was ridiculed by many readers as "a fantasy novel cloaked in urban skin". Its collection is simply a mess, and it has not yet been put on the shelves.
In comparison, although the book "Urban Medical God" written by "No such person" seems to have many flaws up to now, and is destined to be ignored by no one, at least he has lived a "splendid" life for a while, and he can be regarded as his "Senior". And judging from the author's past attitude... Qian Rufeng felt that this person might be the only person on his list who was willing to reply to him on this kind of question.
He is so miserable. So every time he complained about the poor writing of the little bastards in the team, Qian Rufeng felt very sad.
But then again, how did he get this author's QQ account? Why does he have no impression at all?
When he searched for this number again, he couldn't even find this person, so he couldn't recommend him to other group members...
But I feel like there is little hope of getting a reply this time.
Ding dong——
A group chat message box popped up on the top of the phone.
[First place in eating: By the way, did I remember it wrong? I remember that in the clip I saw before, there was a magic bead at the auction. It happened to be the orb of the Fire Spirit Cauldron, right? It was also described that it was covered with strange incantations, but was it actually a basic elixir recipe that could be mass-produced? But after I just refreshed, the description about the orb disappeared? 】
Qian Rufeng clicked on the dialog box, read the message sent by Fan Tong'er, and recalled it for a while. It seems indeed... was this description described before?
However, the plot later transferred directly from the elixir bidding to the auction of the Enlightenment Monument at the climax of the auction, so that he temporarily forgot that the author had buried such a foreshadowing.
[We are all brothers, how could I pigeonhole you: I probably just wrote it down and forgot about it. After thinking about it, it was inconvenient to add a large plot, so I had to delete a small part of the previous description and wait for the auction to end before giving the protagonist a chance to get the orb. 】
[What can’t be done: As mentioned before, the protagonist came to the black market this time because he sensed the existence of the orb. It is estimated that the auction will end soon, and the protagonist will be robbed and killed while holding the Enlightenment Monument, and then kill the opponent and get some loot. 】
[We are all brothers, how can I beat you: Good guy, I am a good guy. Brother Xing, you really admire me! Nine times out of ten, this is the development. 】
[The Olympic bid was finally successful: Hey, boss pigeon, you need some face! 】
Just changed...Is the author online? So did he not see his message, or did he not want to reply to him at all?
Qian Rufeng pinched his temples and saw helplessness and anxiety.
[Nan Botu replied to your comment in "Urban Medical God". Please click to view...]
"Ah...this ID seems to be...oh, the author's trumpet!"
Qian Rufeng suddenly became energetic.
After all, although there are many boss pigeon dramas, no one really believes that the guy in the comment area who is running around with the name of the villain in the book and changing the plot of the story based on the conversation with them is really the character with the same name in the book! The author must be playing Metagame with them!
He immediately opened the reply.
[Sorry, has anyone summarized the composition, balance of power, and relationship network of all parties in this novel? I think it's interesting, I'm doing some research, and I'd like to discuss it. 】
Qian Rufeng was excited: Sure enough! The author saw my message! It’s just that he wanted to continue role-playing, so he used [Nan Bo Tu] to discuss this issue with me indirectly!
Since he was asking for advice from others, he had naturally done his homework. So without saying a word, he uploaded the power network diagram he summarized.
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"Wow, this wave of harvest is greater than I imagined. Now I know why people like you are nicknamed 'wealth-giving boys'... People live up to their names, and people live up to their names ~ But then again, I actually One day I can also enjoy the treatment of the protagonist in the plot...it feels great!"
Xia Ming's eyelids twitched twice.
The gangster who was pressed on the ground by his back raised his other hand that was not pressed on the ground, made an international unfriendly gesture, and cursed:
“XX fuck you XXX XX—poof!”
This was the sound of someone poking his lungs again before he finished cursing.
"Could you please keep your mouth clean? Your scoldings are so insulting that even if you put them on the Internet, they will be harmed. It is really insulting to gentlemen... We are all adults, why don't we all restrain our emotions?"
The voice of the person pressing on him was slow and incompatible with the signs of fierce fighting around him.
Xia Ming grinded his teeth.
"What the hell?" You can chop me into pieces as you please, don’t even think about humiliating me!!”
"Oh, I just stepped on you a few times. What kind of humiliation is this? Compared to you, my bodyguard is weak and pitiful. He wants to kill people and seize treasures as soon as he comes up. I think I am just doing a little self-defense. Since it is self-defense. , how can you kill people? Uh... wait, but the rules of the black market seem to be different? I'm sorry to ask..."
Xia Ming saw that the other party seemed to suddenly realize something, and turned around blankly to look at him.
"Who is that? How do you usually deal with this kind of situation? I don't know much...after looting everything, beat them up and throw them away? Or find a reason to send them to the police? Or maybe there is a dungeon for lynching or something...ah Ah, these things that happened have really shocked my outlook! Isn’t this a society governed by the rule of law? Why do I encounter such violations of law and discipline all day long!"
Xia Ming looked at Ling Yao, who turned into a look of despair as he spoke, and then looked at him stepping on the gang boss's right wrist with his left foot, kneeling on the gangster's shoulder with his right leg, and holding him back with his left hand. With his left hand, his right hand turned over the dagger that he had snatched from the opponent's hand... With such a masterful look, I'm really embarrassed to ask: Why do you look like your three senses have been shocked? You kid is obviously very skilled!
He should be the one whose outlook on life was shaken!
At that time, the bidding for the Enlightenment Monument exceeded the Nan family's budget this time. Xia Ming gradually calmed down and realized how dangerous it was for him to leave the object of his protection aside.
He originally wanted to go directly to Ling Yao, but was stopped by the people at the auction house from checking the certified goods first. He could only complete the task in a hurry, asking where the young master who was wandering around at an inappropriate time had gone.
It would be fine if people were still inside the venue, but if they left the venue... Ling Yao, with his image as a wealthy businessman and an idiot rich second generation, would be robbed and kidnapped in minutes!
result? In the end, it was not Ling Yao who was robbed, but him.
During the fight, Ling Yao followed the sound and ran over. He subconsciously yelled for Ling Yao to run away, but the gang boss decided that Ling Yao would be a good hostage to threaten him, so he rolled up his sleeves and went to arrest him himself.
Then? Then the gang boss becomes a hostage.
Xia Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead.
...Is there something wrong with this development? !
