"Isn't that a plot lag?" A new author said anxiously.
After all, the drama is about to begin. As the main protagonist, Jiang Yu'an is still in the novice stage. What should I do?
Then, there was a burst of "hehehehe" laughter from around Mengxin. It must be said that in conjunction with the surrounding scene, it indeed seemed both eerie and obscene.
"Stuck in the plot?"
"nonexistent!"
"A serious man, Kavin?"
"Pig head! Are you stuck?"
"I'm not stuck!" Ma Xiangkai shook his head and said with a smile.
"I'm not stuck either!" Mr. Monkey continued.
Mengxin said anxiously: "But...don't you often use Kavin as an excuse to ask for leave?"
Ma Xiangkai and Mr. Monkey laughed loudly and said in unison: "When did we say that we are serious people?"
"When are we more likely to take leave?" Ma Xiangkai asked Mengxin.
Mengxin thought about it carefully, then hesitantly said: "In the middle of the month?"
"That's right! Those who asked for leave on the 12th and 13th must not have done anything good!" Mr. Monkey knocked over a boatload of people with one stroke.
Ju Anan glanced at the two loser authors, then smiled softly and said: "Xiao Yuan! Don't listen to their nonsense. It's normal for writers to pursue their goals, because they need to pay attention to the smoothness of logic, story, and rhythm. Continuity, the fullness of characters, and the distribution of pen and ink are also very taxing, and sometimes it is really difficult. Of course, it is another matter for people like them who are not pursuing it. When they encounter such a threshold that they cannot pass, they just have to Pass."
"Tough? How?" Mengxin asked in confusion.
Ju Anan gave an example: "For example, the problem Jiang Yuan is facing right now is that he cannot pass the psychological barrier, so he refuses to learn the Nine Styles of Destiny. It is easy to create a crisis for him."
"As long as he faces an imminent threat, a test of survival...especially when it involves the life or death of another person, he will still let go of his stubbornness."
"But this is a kind of crossing the bridge. After all, if something unexpected happens suddenly and there is no preparation in advance, it will be a bit dry."
"If you are a veteran, you will know to lubricate it in advance, that is, dig a hole in three steps. It doesn't matter whether the hole is filled or not. The key is to leave a hole for later to avoid a blunt transition."
Mengxin is very enlightened and feels that there has been rapid growth in some areas.
When you put it into actual operation, you will find that these words of experience are useless. It is better to find some Setu to stimulate adrenaline.
"Okay! Please be serious!"
"Now that the plot is stuck, it's time for us to start taking action."
"Do you really think that the boss arranged for us to follow him to watch the show at a close distance?" Ji Zhidai reminded.
"We have already planned for this situation. The key is which script to use?" asked an author.
Ji Zhi thought for a moment and said, "Be careful and use script No. 3."
Mr. Monkey smiled happily.
Script No. 3 was written by him.
The authors looked at each other a few times, then nodded.
This doesn't seem like anything to argue about.
It's not a big drama on the big stage, it's just a small episode to promote the development of the plot. It's not worth it!
Mr. Monkey held the "lighter" and walked up to the people with his head held high.
Then empty your mind first, just like when conceiving and writing, first form the desired picture in your mind and try to make it as clear as possible.
Fortunately, he is not only an author, but also a practitioner.
Although in this world, the strength has been suppressed and there are not many ways to repair it, the essence of the soul is still strong.
The lighter is about one-fifth full of fuel.
Mr. Monkey clicked and pressed the lighter button.
A subtle flame ignited from the fuel injection port.
In the hazy halo, the picture conceived by Mr. Monkey began to manifest and appear quickly in the square of the underground palace.
A gust of wind blew by.
Jiang Yuan and Green Ant felt an inexplicable chill.
Then, they heard a click, click.
It seemed like something was slowly moving towards them.
"Jiang...Brother Jiang! Did you hear any strange noises?" The green ant was a little scared, curled up in Jiang Yu'an's arms, and asked pitifully.
Jiang Yuan's scalp was also tight, but he still raised his eyes to look at the square at this moment.
The next moment, his expression changed drastically, and his steps swayed involuntarily.
"It's moving! It's moving!"
"Those human figurines are all moving!" Jiang Yu'an whispered, as if he was afraid that this would wake up the human figurines and make them more active.
The green ant raised his eyes and looked up, then whispered: "Brother Jiang! These human figurines... are the agency people, right?"
Jiang Yuan also wanted to answer: "Yes!"
But he couldn't lie to himself.
There are so many human figurines moving together, and there is obviously nothing involving them. How can they achieve this level by relying solely on mechanism skills?
This is not tens or hundreds.
But thousands or tens of thousands!
Of course... In fact, Mr. Monkey did not mobilize that many terracotta warriors and horses.
Less than a thousand at most.
It's just because the view inside the underground palace is unclear, the fire light flickers on and off, and the human figurines are densely packed in a large area.
So there is a visual difference.
It gave Jiang Yuan and the others the illusion that all the figurines were moving.
"Quick! Climb up!"
"The bodies of these figurines were so stiff that they couldn't bend their knees."
"As long as we climb to a high place, where they can't climb even if they are stacked, there will be no danger!" Green Ant said half-sincerely, half-selfishly.
Jiang Yuan obviously also thought of the secret book in his arms.
He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Even if you learn now, it's too late."
The green ant urged: "No matter what, it is better than waiting to die!"
"If you didn't leave here alive and died here, wouldn't you have betrayed the trust of the client even more?"
Jiang Yu'an looked at the human figurines that were moving slowly, and some of them were almost approaching the first step. He gritted his teeth and took out the secret book in his arms and handed it to Green Ant.
"The secrets are encrypted!"
"It must be read from left to right, diagonally. If the order is wrong, the content will change drastically. There is a risk of going crazy." Jiang Yuan said.
Naturally, Jiang Yuan did not realize this by himself.
It was something Hao Wanshan told him to know.
Hao Wanshan was able to accurately find the location where the secret book was hidden, so it was obviously not because he knew nothing about the Nine Styles of Destiny.
The green ant showed an expression of "Sure enough," and then quickly opened the secret book.
From the moment I read the first verse, I felt unhappy.
It's just that the light here is unclear, so this look was not noticed by Jiang Yu'an.
"You're stupid!"
"Not only can only men practice the Nine Styles of Destiny, but they must be the best among men, and only men among men can practice them."
"Every morning when you wake up and knock on the bottom of the table for more than half an hour, is this something that ordinary people can do?"
"Hao Wanshan can't do it. If he can do it, he won't die!" Ma Xiangkai and others, who accurately caught the look of resentment on the green ant's face at this moment, laughed happily again.
Although Cao Zhe upgraded this Nine Styles of Destiny from low martial arts to high martial arts.
However, it only improved its conception, depth, and breadth in all aspects. As for its original limitations and even the pitfalls, Cao Zhe kept them intact.
This is also to maintain the inertia of the plot.
