After all, it seemed like nothing happened in the entire Feipeng Castle.
Even every day, strangers come into the city.
Someone stood at the top of the city and recited a curse. In the next few months, everyone in Feipeng Castle would become accustomed to any abnormality that happened here.
With more people, Cao Zhe became more relaxed.
Because he only needs to promote a few team leaders and then distribute a batch of newly released lighters.
These authors who are accustomed to inward scrolling will immediately curl up.
The creative impulse and desire to create cannot be stopped.
"These online article writers are really weird."
"It doesn't matter that the characters in my novel are handsome men and beautiful women. Sexual transformation is not incomprehensible. But the old man, the lame man, the blind man, the eunuch...and the animals. I'm not discriminating, but is this really a sense of substitution?"
"Perhaps, this is the novelty!" Cao Zhe said that he could not understand, but was greatly shocked.
Next, of course, is the process of creation by the authors and practice by Cao Zhe.
I have to describe it in detail, but there’s not much to say.
Everything we do now is just laying the groundwork.
Then wait for the opportunity and unfold step by step.
Cao Zhe has solved the basic purpose of coming to this world, and the remaining goal is to analyze the reasons for the emergence of this world and the hidden messages in it.
And this answer may not be available until the world is deduced past that break point.
Time passes slowly in this way. Where no one knows, the foundation of some great changes has already been deeply laid.
There are many more storytellers in the world.
The stories they tell are always strange and mysterious.
And occasionally, stories about gods and monsters that seem to be real are always fascinating.
However, when those knights with some experience in martial arts heard these stories, most of them smiled scornfully.
Only a very few people who have had some unique experiences will pay special attention to it, and even go to the storyteller to ask questions.
It's just that the storytellers can't tell the specific origins of these stories.
As if by chance, I heard it.
Then they took advantage of it.
It seems that these stories have always been hidden among the people.
It just happened to be discovered.
Before I knew it, three years had passed.
Xiguang's story line finally skipped the boring 'beginning' and began to gradually lead to the main topic.
The Juyan Mountain where Feipeng Fort is located is actually just a mountain top in the Dagu Mountains of Yongzhou.
There are many surprising and dangerous places hidden in the Dagu Mountains that stretch for thousands of miles.
Among them, there is a canyon that is extremely dangerous and terrifying.
People in the rivers and lakes call it Netherworld Gorge.
Every night when it is windy and rainy, there will be a large number of ghost fires in this dangerous and difficult canyon, swaying and flying in the violent wind and rain.
Between the lightning and thunder, some terrifying and terrifying scenes will form.
Even if it is just a flash of light shining on the surrounding rocks, it seems like hell is projected onto the human world.
Therefore, ordinary people generally believe that this canyon leads to the underworld and is the gorge leading to the underworld.
It was already deep in the mountains. After such rumors spread, the number of people coming and going became increasingly rare.
However, such a canyon that seems to hide a mysterious canyon was not Cao Zhe's creation.
At least not yet!
Thunder and fire crackle, the wind howls, the rain pours, and the will-o'-the-wisps flicker.
The figure wearing a raincoat is jumping quickly between the undulating mountains.
Their Qinggong skills were very good, and even the rugged rocks and slippery mountain roads on rainy days did not slow down their speed by half.
Although the foot is light, it is extremely stable.
Afterwards, they all stood at a stone gate in a canyon.
The heavy rain washed away many disguises, exposing the stone gate that was originally covered by mud.
On a rainy day, the old man flew a kite and coated it with phosphorus liquid, disguised as a will-o'-the-wisp, squatting in front of the stone gate like a mountain ghost.
His eight fingers held dozens of different kite strings.
With a gentle tug, those kites can fly freely and violently in the wind and rain.
There was no confusion at all, the kite strings were in a mess.
"It's dark and rainy, please ask your friends to make way." One of the many figures said.
His voice sounded very confident, and he seemed to have some great identity.
But now, he hides this identity.
Even so, his pride and confidence remained intact.
The old man flying the kite did not speak, but moved his eight fingers gently.
Then, a large number of will-o'-the-wisp kites fell from mid-air and pierced towards different figures.
There was lightning and thunder and heavy rain.
Under the wash of rain, those kites that were still flying fast were more like sharp weapons that were controlled by someone.
The kite dyed a bright green color gradually became stained with blood even on a rainy night.
The bright red color is mixed with the fluorescent green, making the color even more dazzling.
Blood... flows along with the accumulation of rainwater.
The old man guarding the stone gate had a poison dart stuck in his chest, showing a somewhat relieved look.
A man in black with a broken arm took out an object from behind the stone door, and then recklessly disappeared into the cold, hazy, rainy night.
This was supposed to be a group of onlookers hidden at the other end of a bleak canyon.
They watched the whole thing begin and end.
"Qi Beimen Hao Wanshan is a powerful man, but he can only act as the protagonist's treasure-delivery person." Ma Xiangkai said with some emotion.
"Xiao Jiang still has a lot of character."
"According to your boy's writing style, if you write it, this treasure will naturally be swallowed, and Hao Wanshan will be dead."
"Human Xiaojiang is different. The Nine Styles of Destiny... A hundred years ago, the great hero Zhong Che had learned his secret skills. Although he became greedy, he finally chose to send it to Qi Beimen, preparing to hand it over to Hao Wanshan's only son."
"Had it not been for the various changes he encountered along the way, Hao Wanshan's only son would have been incompetent. He might not have learned this secret skill," said Zhidai.
Even though he was smart enough to say this, his expression clearly contained a bit of sadness and regret.
Once upon a time, he also wanted to write a protagonist who was chivalrous and committed to a lot of money.
"The Nine Styles of Destiny... The boss has already transformed him. Once Xiao Jiang starts, he will be like many people in today's martial arts world."
"By the way, did the boss really say... is this martial arts? Are you sure it's not some powerful supernatural power?" an author said with envy.
"Of course it's martial arts, it's just the difference between low martial arts and high martial arts!"
"You're picking on words! Who can't do that?"
"Let's go! Let's go back and watch the show!"
"Now is the time when Xiao Jiang is most embarrassed."
"The front leg saved the castle lord's daughter, but the back leg was embarrassed by the three disciples of the castle lord and almost lost his life."
"Speaking of which, the castle master's daughter is really green tea. Xiao Jiang is a life-saving grace. She said she wanted to repay her, but when she turned around and told her three senior brothers to take care of Xiao Jiang, she didn't have much to say. Reaction." Some authors took the opportunity to include personal information.
