As for Lu Liang's situation, they stopped talking about it after a while. Then, they asked about other things Ning Yi was going to do in the capital. Ning Yi told them about finding two courtyards and choosing a location for a cloth shop and a restaurant. Yao Zunian and Cheng Zhouhai were already local tyrants in the capital. However, they were good at literature and poetry. When it came to finding these places, they still had to drag Ji Kun along. While they were discussing, someone walked in from the courtyard with a smile. "You might as well ask me for this instead of Ji Kun."
The person who walked in was a middle-aged monk dressed in white. He looked elegant and handsome, with calm and clear eyes and a smile on his face. He first put his palms together with Ning Yi. "You must be Liheng, the number one scholar in Jiangning. I've heard a lot about you …" When Ning Yi stood up and bowed, he also introduced himself. "This poor monk's Buddhist name is Jueming."
Although it seemed like a bunch of idle talk, they were actually talking about the secrets of the Office of Secret Investigations. The fact that this monk could enter directly showed that he was a person of high status in the Prime Minister's Mansion. He was also old acquaintances with Yao Zunian and Cheng Zhouhai. He took a chair and sat down. After asking about the type of house Ning Yi wanted, he nodded and glanced at the information everyone had brought out. "Previously, when I was chatting with Duke Nian and the others, we often talked about Liheng's methods in Hangzhou. This time, when Liheng is going to Shandong, where does he plan to attack first?"
"Probably Dulong Hill first."
"Oh … this place can be a breakthrough. Liheng is young and has sharp eyes …"
Liangshan could not be attacked directly by the soldiers. Of course, they could only find help in a roundabout way. It was reasonable for Ning Yi to choose Dulong Hill, but in fact, it was not surprising. Sowing discord sounded simple, but in fact, the operation was extremely complicated. It depended on each person's skill. The people under the grape trellis talked about Liangshan for a while. When Qin Siyuan came over, he also led the topic to the Tyrannical Saber Camp in Hangzhou and the series of reforms that seemed like child's play. Although everyone was enthusiastic, Ning Yi did not have much desire to discuss it. The matter of the Tyrant's Saber Camp was too complicated. It involved a change in the system. Ning Yi felt a little diffident when he presented the embryonic form of democracy to a few people who had studied Confucianism for their entire lives.
Of course, this was also because Ning Yi had the knowledge of a thousand years in the future, so he was thinking too much. In the minds of people like Qin Siyuan, there was no concept of democracy in the future. Even if there was something similar, it was based on the Confucian school. Because for thousands of years, everything in this land originated from this system. Although Ning Yi's things had changed after further investigation, for Qin Siyuan and the others, the first thing they learned was still the old saying in their hearts.
Everyone could be Yao and Shun, and the people were more important than the ruler. These things were not deviant. Of the several perfect states conceived by the Confucian school, the ancient sages' rule of virtue was like this. The monarch perfectly educated the people, and everyone understood reason and could distinguish between right and wrong. Under such circumstances, the monarch's authority was actually pushed to a symbolic position. The development of the Confucian school for thousands of years was to promote education. When it reached the extreme, everyone understood etiquette and righteousness. This was one of the possibilities pursued. In Ning Yi's articles, he vaguely instilled the idea that everyone could be independent and take the initiative. Qin Siyuan and the others could see this, but even if they concluded it, they could only infer from this aspect.
After that, everyone had dinner together in the Prime Minister's Mansion. They arrived a little late, but they still discussed many ideas about Confucianism. Yao Zunian, Jueming, Qin Siyuan, and even Cheng Zhouhai could discuss it. Occasionally, they would ask Ning Yi about it. Ning Yi followed the principle of not saying anything, so he took the initiative to hide it. In the eyes of the others, he still seemed to be resistant to it. Of course, the other party had hidden such a huge knot in his heart, and it was impossible for him to reveal it just after they met. Now that the few of them had more or less seen Ning Yi as a comrade, they could understand his temporary reservations. Such an important thought, of course, could only be said after everyone was familiar with each other.
During the conversation, they also talked about the defection of the resentful army, and Ning Yi's views on the Wu dynasty's Tian Hu, Wang Qing, and the others rebelling everywhere. Ning Yi was ready to promote Takeshi. The idea of using a storyteller to control public opinion had not been completely decided. He only mentioned the idea of ranking the top 100 martial arts masters as a joke. At first, everyone laughed, but then they realized the deeper meaning. Qin Siyuan smiled and said, "If Liheng wants to do this, I will definitely support him."
Monk Jueming also found it interesting. He put his palms together and said, "I can also help. After all, I've seen that iron arm Zhou Dong in the past. Haha …"
Once the martial arts masters list was released, a huge publicity team was needed to promote it. At this time, it was a foreshadowing. When the time came, it would be natural for Ning Yi to promote Takeshi.
As for the detailed strategy, plan, and function, Ning Yi felt it was better not to tell them everything. It could be considered a business, and when it reached a certain scale, he could cooperate with the Office of Secret Investigations. And if he told them everything from the beginning, with the current suppressed state of the Office of Secret Investigations, not to mention whether they could get support, even if they could, such a huge system could not be controlled by him. Ning Yi still had this bit of selfishness. After all, in today's Wu dynasty, no one knew better than him how to use and play the role of the publicity system.
The grape trellises in Bianliang were stained red in the night. The city gradually darkened. Pedestrians came and went, horse carriages ticking, and boat lights drifted across the river. It was on such a night that an unforeseen event was happening in the Green Wood Stronghold on Mount Luliang, which Ning Yi and the others had mentioned not long ago.
The smell of blood spread, and the sounds of fighting pierced through the night and the light of the fire. In the stronghold built of white poplar wood, waves of battles were going on. Occasionally, stray arrows flew by, and someone's scream could be heard in the night sky.
However, the battle that broke out in the stronghold was actually coming to an end. On the side with fewer people, nearly a hundred survivors had already been surrounded. And in the houses in the depths of the stronghold, a decisive battle was also taking place in a one-sided situation in the light of the fire.
Green Wood Stronghold had been expanding rapidly recently, and the houses had been built in a hurry. Right now, at the small crossroads of the alleyway, three men and one woman were fighting. Three of the men seemed to be on one side, and they were all wearing armor. One of them was tall and sturdy, holding a heavy spear. He seemed to be the leader, while the other two wielded podaos. Amidst the howling attacks, the tall and slender woman was empty-handed. After a few exchanges, she dodged, grabbed, and then flicked one of the men's podaos into the air. As the heavy spear whistled through the air, the woman's figure, who had been walking forward, suddenly dashed forward. In an instant, like a phantom, she stepped in front of the man wielding the heavy spear. The tall and sturdy man wielding the heavy spear hastily held his spear horizontally. An enormous power came crashing down like a mountain and overturning the sea. He lost his footing and staggered back eight or nine steps before he could steady himself.
This time, he didn't see it clearly at all. It was as if the woman had forcefully pushed the body of his spear, and it was also because the other man wielding the podaos had swung his blade over that the woman called Lu Hongti had followed the force in the opposite direction to avoid the blade light. However, such a vigorous power that was as copious as water didn't seem to have suddenly reached its peak. It wasn't brute force, but the inner strength that he had heard of reaching the peak of perfection.
This power wasn't like a huge wave that suddenly crashed down. In that short moment of contact, it gave people the feeling that it was the center of a huge whirlpool that was difficult to defend against. And this woman called Lu Hongti seemed to be in her twenties. In his previous contact, the evaluation of her was that she was kind and easy to bully. Even if there were people who said that she was skilled in martial arts, they didn't say that she was skilled to this degree. Could it be that she was a monster?
This was not the first time he had felt the horror of this night. It could be said that he had already felt it from the very first moment he had made his move.
This tall and sturdy man's name was Cao Hong. He was one of the generals under Tian Hu's command who was stationed in the Gold Black Mountain. Tian Hu had rebelled, and Lu Liang Mountain had been smuggling. In the past, the two sides had had some dealings. Unless the bandits of Lu Liang Mountain couldn't survive, they would usually give Tian Hu some face. In fact, the Green Wood Village had been developing quite well before Lu Liang Mountain. Tian Hu had sent a messenger to propose marriage to Lu Hongti, planning to unite the two sides through marriage. Although Lu Hongti had refused, not many people took this matter seriously. Later on, the relationship between the two sides had remained the same.
Until a year ago, the Green Wood Village seemed to have received guidance from an expert, and had rapidly developed and expanded. They had even annexed some of the surrounding villages. Tian Hu's side hadn't been moved yet, but some of the Green Wood Village's own people wanted to fight amongst themselves. They contacted the Gold Black Mountain, saying that they wanted to overthrow Lu Hongti, the current leader of the village, and hoped that they could provide assistance.
Although the Green Wood Village had been developing well recently, Lu Hongti was a woman, and she had been away for a long time before the New Year. The village had been developing well according to the rules. Therefore, many of the men in the village had a desire for power, and thought that the power should not be given to such a woman. Cao Hong inquired about the situation on this side. The Green Wood Stronghold had taken in the surrounding villages, but its foundation was not stable yet. As long as they suddenly rose in revolt and killed Lu Hongti and her several direct descendants, it would be a simple matter for them to seize power.
Therefore, this time, Cao Hong had led more than 20 soldiers to escort the goods into the mountain, pretending to be going to the Liao border to exchange for supplies. Because he was Tian Hu's man and carried a large amount of goods, the income of the Green Wood Village was also quite high. Therefore, Lu Hongti was quite friendly to him. Both of them were chiefs, and they lived not far from each other. He had actually seen Lu Hongti once before. Although she looked valiant and heroic, she was quite different from the female bandits in this area. Such women generally didn't live for long. After a period of time, if it wasn't for the fact that they would be tortured and left to be buried in a mass grave, or become the exclusive property of a chief's room, most women would choose the latter.
In fact, when he came here, he had also thought about this matter.
The people in the Green Wood Village who wanted to seize power actually didn't know the level of Lu Hongti's martial arts. They only said that she was very powerful, and that she could fight in and out of a fierce battlefield, and had suffered both light and heavy injuries. But this kind of ability, more or less, could be achieved by a veteran. At first, Cao Hong didn't think much of it, but for safety's sake, the people in the Green Wood Village temporarily stole Lu Hongti's sword, and on Cao Hong's side, he arranged a total of eight bodyguards to attack together with him.
Not many martial arts masters could resist the simultaneous attack of nine people empty-handed. He also hoped to capture this beautiful woman and take her into his room, but almost from the beginning, he regretted it.
Two of the bodyguards threw themselves at their companion, and in that instant, the sound of weapons clashing rang out like a torrential rain, but it was completely a fight between people on the same side. Cao Hong and his eight bodyguards could be considered veterans, and their formation and coordination had been through countless drills. However, in that treacherous wooden house, almost every attack was dodged by the enemy by a hair's breadth. By the time Cao Hong realized that things weren't as simple as they seemed, the other side's eyes had already turned into ice. In front of him, the other side fiercely waved his hands and tore the throat of one of the bodyguards open. Then, using the corpse as a shield, he forcibly smashed through the tightly guarded window.
What the hell — —
*****
As soon as I opened the book review section, I found that there was a red tip. Who was so crazy, I updated so slowly, and yet they still gave me so many tips …
Uh, actually, I wanted to say, thank you … thank you for your support.
Something happened the day before yesterday. There was a massacre of nearly a hundred people in the "Banana Boat" group. Uh, that is, one of the administrators kicked a lot of people, and the group leader removed her administrative authority. Then, she asked me to apologize. In fact, when I was not in a good state of writing, I rarely went to the QQ group. Maybe because of this, it was difficult to play a role in livening up the atmosphere. Many people lurked. The administrator used to be very familiar with me. She often introduced various dating games to me to play. Sometimes, I had to play them. Later, when I updated slowly, she always accused my behavior of having something to do with my character or something. I was very unhappy, and we gradually drifted apart.
Yesterday at noon, the editor talked to me. In fact, I have always been the kind of person who is very embarrassed to disturb the editor, so I didn't have many private chats before. She said, "You have a chance to become the Supreme God, but you don't update, so you missed a lot of opportunities." In fact, I have always felt very guilty to the editor. I have been writing for so long, and the editors have always taken good care of me. I often feel sorry for those recommendations, but I had no choice but to tell her my reasons.
A few days ago, there was a discussion on a forum that I don't go to much anymore — — Dragon's Sky. A friend of mine told me, and then I talked to him about why I don't go there anymore. My friend posted what I said on the forum, and then I went to see all kinds of comments.
Because of these things, I want to say something. I want to talk about the reason why I am grateful to everyone, the reason why I am estranged from that friend, the reason why I told the editor, and the reason why I gradually stopped going to the forum. These things are actually not suitable for online literature. I may not have said it clearly in the past, but I want to say it now.
A few years ago, online literature was developed based on traditional literature. At that time, when people discussed articles on the forum, they discussed how to use various methods to perfect YY, and constantly considered the value of YY. All the methods were based on traditional literature. Later on, the system of YY gradually settled down, and traditional literature gradually faded out. Nowadays, when people write articles and discuss on forums, you can often see them telling you which areas are off-limits and which areas are not easy to write about, hoping that people will avoid it. They make YY into a pattern and routine, gradually shrinking it down, looking for shortcuts to fame, and then new friends can only see a small world.
In fact, there is no such thing as forbidden, only the author's writing is not good. YY has never been estranged from traditional literature. At most, it takes the part of traditional literature that is "how to attract people" to discuss and pursue the ultimate goal. But only when you truly understand the whole literature system, can you really dig out the "attraction" to the extreme, because the use of various methods, different thinking, writing style, and the role of contrast, all have their advantages.
In the past, when I told people that there is no difference between online literature and traditional literature, I usually said this. That is, when we write something, whether it is posted on the Internet or submitted to a magazine publisher, the content of our writing will not change. But now, it is different. Sometimes, I will hear some friends say, "We are just writing online literature." After a long time, in fact, they have already thought of themselves as "writing online literature." In this concept, it actually means that we are just people who write rubbish, and we are just doing it to earn money. When people set limits for themselves, it is actually very difficult to walk out of it. The definition of online literature is no longer just an article published on the Internet. Instead, it is a lower class, sloppy and rubbish than others. When the author thinks this in his heart, he will no longer have the motivation to move forward, and then he will really be a lower class.
As for me, when the concept of YY was still unclear, we had been using all kinds of methods to try and understand it. There were all kinds of difficulties or forbidden areas that were defined by the failures and setbacks we had experienced in the past. But when it came to the new batch of people who joined the forum, they thought that the 60 points system of online literature was already the pinnacle. They even swore that some of the books in online literature were comparable to Dream of the Red Chamber and were qualified to be nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature. They even tried to teach you how to write with their understanding of the system. That kind of discussion would become very embarrassing. They will use their understanding to tell you that you are not good at this, you are good at that, and no one will tell you how to break through when it comes to what you are not good at.
But the YY system also has its own logic. Yesterday, I said to the editor, "To be honest, what I am practicing now is not necessary in terms of judging online literature. I am pursuing the harmony of the plot, and I want to make the transition as perfect as possible. Every line has to be released and retracted clearly. These things are very difficult to do well, and to enhance the effect of YY, it can be considered twice the effort for half the result. In the past, I could achieve a YY score of 9 points, but when these are done well, I can achieve a YY score of 10 points. "
I've tried my best, but I can only increase your impression by one point. However, I really want to see what ten points looks like, what eleven points looks like, and what twelve points looks like … In fact, for the vast majority of people, nine points is enough, and it might even be very good. "
Then, in that thread, a moderator said that LK is a place for mutual help. They hope that they can help beginners in online literature by sharing their experiences, and they also hope that I can share my own experiences. But in the past few years, I have almost stopped sharing my thoughts about writing books on the internet. It is not because I am selfish, but because I feel that my experiences are not good for others.
It is actually very simple. In this world, between people, the difference in IQ and ability is not very big. If you want to do better than others, there is only one word: risk your life. This word cannot be ignored. If you put your life on the line, you will be able to do well. Many people think that I write slowly because I am lazy, but I dare to say that when it comes to writing books, I work harder than others. Every day, I sit in front of the computer. When I can't write, I can't eat or play. My schedule is a mess, and my head is tight, and I can't stand the pain. But when I can write, I feel refreshed, and my head doesn't hurt. I can play games with others, and I can debate with others … because I really like writing books.
I am considered a person who follows the ancient method. I believe that if I take one step at a time, I would have starved to death in ancient times. I have always felt that I am very lucky to be able to rely on writing books to support myself. But if I am not lucky, I might still starve to death if I bury myself in writing and ignore any business. When I gradually become a little famous for my writing, people on the internet who ask me how to write books will more or less influence their judgment because of me. They might think that they can succeed if they believe in bananas, and it is not just for an equal discussion, just like those people who go to the forums to ask for advice.
For me, self-discipline is different from disciplining others. For myself, I can be blindly strict and force myself to have a headache and insomnia. Even though I have a concept that is "not bad", I still feel that it is not good enough. But for others, I don't want them to listen to my advice and become like that. I don't want them to succeed after spending a few times more effort than others, and I especially don't want them to starve to death because that is unfair. So I don't dare to say these to others.
But in my selfish heart, I also have expectations. Why can't I succeed like this? Since we were young, people always say that success can only be achieved by being down-to-earth. I am a writer, and I put all my energy into writing books. Why can't I share my experience with others?
But my results are not enough. I told the editor that the concept of the son-in-law will reach a climax in the middle and late stages, and I will not fail. I believe that after those things are out, when the feeling of the son-in-law comes out, I will go to another level. Maybe my results will even improve by then. At that time, I might have been able to tell people that the path of lunacy or paranoia might be possible. As long as you truly love this thing, you can also take this path in a down-to-earth manner. At that time, I will have the capital to tell people that as long as you pursue excellence, success will be waiting for you when you least expect it. And if I fail, I will be a negative example.
I don't know how long I can keep going.
But in fact, the results that I can show and the experience that I can share with others are just the minor details. My wish is very simple. "I have a standard. When I was in junior high, I read 'Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng' and 'Temple of Earth and I', and I was amazed by the beauty of words. Later on, I read 'The Ordinary World' and many of Haruki Murakami's books, and I feel that books should be like this. I set this standard for myself in my heart. I don't need to win an award, and I don't need the recognition of many people. But before I die, I want to be able to recognize myself for writing a book of this standard. The line I have drawn in my heart is very high, and I haven't passed it yet … "This is what I said to others and the editor not long ago, but it might not be the right time.
I know I have let you down.
My alienation from my friends is probably caused by my extreme. But the same words, even if they are stupid, I will feel annoyed if they are not understood after saying it many times. I can only promise that I will do my best to write a good and beautiful book. I will not discount this promise.
When I see your gifts and subscriptions every day, I really want to say thank you. If not for your support, I will not be able to go this far, and I will not be able to write a book like this.
Thank you.
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