Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“It's huge! ”

Li Yao lamented the "Tianma Lake International Exhibition Center”.

Located in a new development area in Jiangnan City, this exhibition center is huge and magnificent, with several silver-shaped buildings that create a sense of a shuttle future.

Even though the main venue is large enough to have several football stadiums, today's convention center is still crowded with anime enthusiasts and associated manufacturers from all over the country and the world.

Looking at it, there are strange costumes everywhere, and fantasy culture enthusiasts, who, like Yu Xin, wear colorful strange costumes, or dressed as powerful magicians; or vampires dressed as ghostly monsters; or witches dressed as flower branches to enchant; or robots dressed as steel bars and armed with teeth; and of course, swordfairies rich in local characteristics, white robes and fairy wind bones.

There are people swinging around, no one walking around, showing their own beautiful costumes, some people also set up a short play with a plot, attracting a large audience, a group of like-minded people, its merging scene, Li Yiu even saw a black guy wearing homemade “armor”, his palms and back will scintillate and glow, “shudder” smoke!

As a young man of ordinary times, Li Yao has of course come into contact with fantasy entertainment products such as anime, online novels and science fiction films. There is no resistance to this. He has only been haunted by dreams in the past, and spent most of his time sleeping or daydreaming. There is no such obsession as Yu Xin and Zhao Kai. Today, he comes to the scene of the animation festival, his emotions are infected by so many enthusiasts, but he carries a plastic inflatable prop called "Hou Tian Sword”. Here look at it, it is also fresh.

“Wow, that's huge! ”

Yu Xin was also beside him, drooling and looking around, “Look over there, that hammer is so white! No, I mean, those knives are round! Neither, geez, you can see it if you want to die in there! ”

Li Yao was speechless and said: “Why do we have to stand in this place, it seems like a toilet door? ”

“You don't get it, we're here to see the lady, but everyone's dressed like that, and they don't take off their pants. You know who the lady is and who the big lady is? If you spilled half a day of drooling on a charmer or a witch, and you were in the men's room with her in a hurry, the guy pulled it out bigger than you, you said it wasn't embarrassing, right? ”

Yu Xin Dao, "So, of course, first stand in front of the toilet door, find out which ladies are the real ladies, it's convenient to do it later... Don't look at me like that, I mean, go up and take a picture with someone, compare your heart, leave a phone call and a WeChat or something, that's fine! ”

“Mmm.”

Li Yaoxin looked distracted, suddenly, his eyes solidified, stabbing Yu Xin, "It seems like there's some kind of musical play on the booth over there, you know what it is? ”

“Where, where? ”

Yu Xin closed his eyes for a moment and said, “Oh, it's Super Fax Legend. It's a popular online novel. It seems to have recently been converted into comics and games. Game makers want to use the animation festival platform to advertise first. Not only did they arrange musical plays, imitation shows and so on. Later, the novelist will come to the scene and sign the book for sale. That's the legendary Internet god. If he can get a signature back, Zhao Kai will love it. ”

“Super Fax Legend"? ”

Li Yao subconsciously pressed the temple and felt his head start to ache again.

“Yeah, you haven't seen it? It's the Sword Fairy, the Realist, the Demonic Realm, the Demonic Realm, and so on. I've seen half of it and it's not bad. ”

Yu Xin Dao, “I have to ask Zhao Kai if you want to bring him a signed book. Hey, let him handle my breakfast for a month! ”

“The Fixer...”

Li Yao stared at the exhibition stage wearing the same clothes as the girls who were not wearing the same light gorman dance, as well as various acoustic and photoelectric effects to create the flying sword shuttle, the scene of the glare, for a moment, just felt the scene in front of him again blurred, while the other distant world became clearer and clearer.

At this point, there was a commotion around, and a lot of anime enthusiasts and COSER took out their phones, looked down, and talked about it.

Yu Xin just pulled out his phone and was ready to contact his roommate. When he saw a message that popped up, he also stunned. Unbelievable: “Is Gilson dead? No way!”

“Which Gilson? ”

Li Yao's second monk couldn't touch his head.

“It's Gilson, the author of Blood and Sand, the world's famous serious fantasy literary writer, the true great god, with a hard heart and no mercy for the character, famous for killing, don't you know? ”

Yu Xindao, "The novel is called" Blood and Sand ". It was later adapted into a series of dramas called" Song of the Abyss. "It's been hot for two years. A lot of people have been chasing it. You haven't read the novel, should you have swept several consecutive dramas? ”

“When you said that, I remembered," Song of the Abyss, "I had seen several episodes, I just didn't know it was called" Blood and Sand, "and I didn't think it was this Gilson who died. ”

Fantasy literature or all fantasy entertainment works are in the domestic context, just now there is a flower bone stage, even the famous god of the world, it is not necessarily known to society, but this is an animation festival, most tourists and audiences are enthusiasts in related fields, the natural reaction to the collapse of the industry Taishan Beidou is extremely strong.

Li Yao did not react so much to the death of a foreign fantasy writer, but he saw a lot of people talking about it and said, “What a pity, how did he die? ”

“Seems like a heart attack, the old man is also old and fat, kills all day in a novel, kills a river of blood, rolls his head, can't even stand the stimulus, heart attack in the middle of the night - it seems so, now that the specific news has not come out, it's all a small news story, let me look at another website...”

Yu Xin lowered his head and switched to a forum of senior enthusiasts specializing in fantasy entertainment works. Suddenly, his fingers and breathing stagnated, his pupils contracted to the limit and his face was full of ghostly expression.

“What's the matter? ”

Li Yao shocked, “You don't have such feelings for this Gilson, I remember you like to read comics, but you're not particularly enthusiastic about fantasy novels and chase shows. What are you up to? ”

“It's impossible. ”

Yu Xin muttered, “Is Yibo Takaya dead? ”

“Hey?”

Li Yao was confused, “Yibo Takaya... who is it? ”

“It's a cartoonist from Fu Song, called" The Hunter of Forced Hunt ", who has been painting intermittently for twenty or thirty years, has survived a lot of readers, I started reading in elementary school, now my college is almost graduated, and the end is far from over - this is never going to happen again. ”

Yu Xinfei quickly swept his phone. “The news has been confirmed by the Fu Song police. It's not a mess of fake news. It seems that when he went out to play mahjong, he was crushed to death by a large, uncontrolled truck. The whole person was crushed to pieces. His face was completely non-existent, especially with one hand, and completely pressed into meat sauce. Oops, that's terrible! ”

Yu Xin appealed briefly and patted her thighs.

It can be seen that for a senior animation enthusiast, the death of a Fu Song cartoonist is obviously more elusive than the death of a Western fantasy novelist, but Li Yaozheng is not sure whether he is crying or laughing, lamenting the fall of a genius cartoonist, or biting his teeth to say "good death”, which is really strange.

The atmosphere of the festival of animation has clearly regained itself.

In this age of super-developed information, even remotely across the ocean, nothing can stop the news from happening.

Soon, one thing, two different domains, but also infinite imagination and the passing of the happy master, spread throughout the exhibition center, although not enough to completely extinguish the atmosphere of joy, at least two less easy topics, counting time, the passing of the two masters seems to be at the same point in time, before and after no more than an hour, I don't know whether this is a meddling heavenly intent, after all, is disgusting.

Although the mood is a little depressed, it is not possible to postpone the series of links already prepared for the festival. Soon, as the music and photovoltaic effects are baked, rendered, the atmosphere gradually heats up. On the booth of the Super Fax Legend game, the light gorman dance has just ended. In the screams of hundreds of fanatical book fans or the official navy, the original author of the novel climbs to the front desk to interact.

“Thank you for your support. Without you, there would be no Super Fax Legend today. Thank you very, very much.”

The original author of the novel jumped alive on stage.

Li Yao looked at him in the distance, but hidden and painful deep in his brain came an unknown hunch.

Squeak, squeak.

As if he had heard something, he saw several screws that had not been fixed, breaking and dislodging.

“No...”

Li Yao lost his voice, but couldn't stop it. He could only watch a hundred kilograms of combined headlights fall from the sky above the booth and smash the original author of the novel who was promoting the game in front of countless people.

……

When Li Yao and Yu Xin returned to the dormitory, they were like two lame chickens.

There was an accident at the Anime Festival in the Mountain Sea. This was no joke. At that time, the order was a mess. The two people ran out easily. Yu Xin even had one shoe squeezed out and had to buy a pair of slippers temporarily.

“Dead man. Dead man. Something's wrong! ”

His enthusiasm was not diminished, he didn't see the slightest sense of fright or sadness, but he knocked on the bedside of the dorm penis "Zhao Kai” and shouted, “Guess who's dead, I'm not talking about Gilson and Yibo Takaya, I guarantee you won't guess! ”

“What!”

Zhao Kai poked his head out of the nest and pulled out an earplug. Despite his dissatisfaction, he still had a smile on his face. “Don't be ridiculous, I'm reading a book. What's wrong with me? ”

“What book are you so obsessed with? ”

Yu Xin screamed, “How can you not know that something so big has happened? ”

“I don't know, I've been reading for two days, hahahaha, the dog author's brain doesn't know what to think, it's interesting, really believes in his evil! ”

Zhao Keller said, “I really recommend you to take a look at it. It's been a long time since I've seen such nonsense. ”

“Really?”

Yu Xin originally wanted to tell Zhao Kai about the accident at the Comic Festival, but at this moment he was attracted by Zhao Kai's words, "What book, who wrote it, I will turn it over when I have time. ”

“It doesn't matter if you don't flip, but Li Yao must go flip, you have a big surprise. ”

Zhao Kai shook Li Yao's phone and smiled. "The book is called" Forty Thousand Years of Reconstruction. "The author's name is, oh, it's a new person. The name is quite stubborn. What's the name of" Real Bull "? ”