Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

"so big!"

Li Yao sighed at the "Tianma Lake International Convention and Exhibition Center".

Located in a new development zone in Jiangnan City, this convention center is large and magnificent, with a few silvery, grotesque buildings that create a sense of a future.

Even though the main venue is as big as several football stadiums, today's convention center is still crowded with the animation fans and related manufacturers who are coming from all over the country and around the world.

Looking around, there are all kinds of costumes and fantasy culture lovers everywhere. They are wearing colorful costumes like Yu Xin, or dressed as a powerful magician; or dressed as a ghostly vampire; Or dressed as a singularly enchanting banshee; or dressed as a reinforced iron bone, armed to the teeth of the robot; of course, also rich in local characteristics, white robe elegant, fairy wind bones of the sword fairy.

Some people swayed, and no one walked around, showing their own beautiful dresses. Some people also compiled a short drama with a plot, which attracted a large audience, a homogenous, happy scene The guy is wearing a homemade "Battle Armor", and the palms and the back will also shine and sing, "嗤嗤" smokes!

As an ordinary youth of the times, Li Yao has of course been exposed to fantasy and entertainment products such as anime, online novels and science fiction movies. There is no resistance to this, but it has been entangled in different dreams and spent most of the time sleeping. Or daydreaming, no Yu Xin and Zhao Kai are so addicted. Today, I came to the animation festival scene, the emotions were infected by so many fans, but also came to the interest, but it was carrying a plastic inflatable, known as "昊天之The props of the sword, here look at it, it is also fresh.

"Wow, it’s so big!"

Yu Xin was also beside him, drooling and throwing his wretched eyes around. "Look over there, the hammer is so white! No, I mean, the sword is good! Not Oh, you know it, you really want to suffocate inside!"

Li Yao was speechless and said: "Why do we have to stand in this place, it seems to be the toilet door?"

"You don't understand this. Let's see Miss Sister, but everyone is dressed up so much. You don't take off your pants. You know who is Miss Sister. Who is the women's scream? In case you are facing a succubus or The banshee shed a long time of saliva. As a result, when I was in a hurry, I found that people entered the men’s room with you. The guy came out louder than you. You said, don’t you?

Yu Xindao, "So, of course, first stand at the door of the toilet, find out which Miss Sister is the real Miss Sister, and it will be convenient to start later. Don't look at me like this. I mean going up and taking a picture with others. More than a heart, leave a call and micro-message, this is always OK!"

"Ok."

Li Yao didn't look at it with sorrow. Suddenly, his eyes were a little solidified, and he retired. "There is a musical in the booth on the other side. Do you know what it is?"

"Where is it?"

Yu Xinyi looked up for a while and said, "Oh, it is the "Super Comprehension Legend". It is a very popular online novel. Recently, it seems to be adapted into comics and games. The game manufacturers want to borrow the animation festival platform first. Playing advertisements not only arranged music dramas, but also imitated what the show was. Later, the authors of the novels will come to the scene and sign the books for sale. That is the legendary net god. If you can get a signature back, Zhao Kai will like it. ”

""Super Comprehension Legend"?"

Li Yao subconsciously held down the temple and felt that his head began to faint again.

"Yeah, haven't you seen it? It's Jian Xian, the comprehension, the demon world, the devil world, etc. I saw half of it, not bad."

Yu Xindao, "I have to ask Zhao Kai, do you want to bring him this signature book back, hey, let him take care of me for a month's breakfast!"

"The comprehension..."

Li Yao stared at the booth and wore clothes and did not wear the same girls singing songs, and a variety of sound and light effects to create a flying sword shuttle, black light scenes, for a moment, only feel the scene in front of the blur again, and another A distant world is becoming more and more clear.

Just then, there was a commotion around the scene, and many anime fans and COSERs took out their mobile phones, looking down and talking.

Yu Xin just pulled out his mobile phone and was ready to contact his roommate. He saw a message popping up and he stopped. He didn't dare to talk: "Gilson is dead? No!"

"Which Gilson?"

Li Yaozhang's second monk couldn't figure it out.

"It is the Gilson who is known as the 'butcher', the author of "Blood and Sand", the serious fantasy writer of the world, the real god, the heart of the heart, the ruthlessness of the pen, the ruthlessness of the character, killing and killing Do you know, you don’t know?"

Yu Xindao, "The novel's name is "Blood and Sand", and later adapted into a series called "The Song of the Abyss". These two years are hot, many people are chasing, you have not read the novel, you should also sweep through a few dramas. What?"

"When you say this, I remembered it. I have seen a few episodes of "The Song of the Abyss". I didn't know that the original was called "Blood and Sand." I didn't expect this Gilson to die."

Fantasy literature or all fantasy entertainment works in China are in a state of ambiguity, just a stage of flowering, even if it is a world-famous god, it may not be known to people in the society, but here is the animation festival, big Some tourists and spectators are enthusiasts in related fields, and 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 many people were talking and talking. "What a pity, how come to die?"

"It seems to be a heart attack. The old man is not too young, he is fat and fat, killing and killing in the novel all day, killing blood into a river, rolling his head, he can't stand the stimulation, heart attack in the middle of the night. - It seems like this, now the specific news has not come out, it is a gossip, let me change the website to see..."

Yu Xin bowed his head and brushed his mobile phone and changed to a senior fan forum dedicated to fantasy entertainment. Suddenly, his fingers and breathing stopped together, his pupils contracted to the limit, and his face was full of ugly expressions.

"what happened?"

Li Yao was shocked. "You don't have such feelings about this Gilson. I remember that you like to read comics, but you are not particularly keen on watching fantasy and chase. What are you doing?"

"This is impossible."

Yu Xin whispered, "Gaowu Yibo is dead?"

"Hey?"

Li Yao is puzzled. "Tokyo Yibo... Who is it?"

"It is a cartoonist of Fusang. The representative is called "Strong Hunter". I have been painting on and off for twenty or thirty years. I have killed a lot of readers. I read it in elementary school. Now I am graduating from college. There is no time in the future - this is never a play."

Yu Xinfei swept the mobile phone quickly. "The news has been confirmed by the Fusang police. It is not a messy fake news. It seems to be crushed to death by the out of control truck when going out to play mahjong. The whole person is crushed and disfigured, especially the one-handed, thoroughly Pressed into a meat sauce, oh, it’s miserable!"

Yu Xin Chang sighed and slammed his thighs.

It can be seen that for the senior anime enthusiasts, the death of the Fuso cartoonist is obviously more embarrassing than the death of the Western fantasy novelist, but Li Yao is not sure whether he is crying or laughing. Lamenting the fall of a genius cartoonist, or gnashing his teeth and saying "dead is good", it is really strange.

The atmosphere of the anime festival is obviously dignified.

In this era of super-developed information, even if it is far from the ocean, nothing can stop the news.

Soon, one east and one west, two different fields, but also the eternal glory of the infinite imagination and happiness, spread throughout the exhibition center, although not to completely extinguish the atmosphere of joy, at least for everyone There are two less-easy topics. Calculating the time, the two masters seem to be at the same time, no more than an hour before and after. I don’t know if this is a god’s will, it’s always embarrassing.

Although the mood is somewhat low, the series of links that have been prepared for anime festivals cannot be postponed. Soon, with the music and sound and light effects, the atmosphere is gradually warming up, in the game of "Super-Reminiscence". On the stand, the singer dance has just ended. In the screams of hundreds of fanatic fans or the official water army, the original author of the novel is on the front desk and interacts.

"Thank you for your support. Without you, there is no "Super Comprehension Legend" today, very, very grateful -"

The original author of the novel is alive and kicking on the stage.

Li Yao looked at him in the distance, but there was an unknown hunch in the depths of the faint brain.

Hey, hey.

He seemed to hear something, seeing a few unfixed screws break and break.

"Do not--"

Li Yao cried out, but couldn’t stop everything. He could only watch the hundreds of kilograms of combined headlights above the booth descending from the sky. In front of countless people, the original author of the novel that was promoting the game was placed underneath. .

......

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

There was an accident on the animation festival of the crowds of people. This was not a joke. The order at that time was a mess. It was easy for two people to run out. Yu Xinlian’s shoes were squeezed out and I had to buy a pair of slippers for temporary wear.

"The dead are dead, something went wrong!"

His interest was not reduced at all, and he couldn’t see the meaning of frightening or sorrow, but he was knocking on the bed bar of the second child of the dormitory, Zhao Kai. "You guess, who is dead, I am not saying Gil. Mori and Takaya Yoshibo, you can't guess!"

"what!"

Zhao Kai found his head from the bed and pulled out one earplug. Although his tone was dissatisfied, his face still had a smile. "Don't make trouble, I read a book, what is dead, what is it about me?"

"What books do you read so fascinated?"

Yu Xin screamed, "You don't even know what happened?"

"I don't know, I have been reading books for two days. Hahahaha, this dog author's dog's brain doesn't know what to think. It's very interesting. It really believes in his evil!"

Zhao Kailehehe said, "I really recommend you to look at it too. I haven’t seen such a nonsense thing for a long time."

"is it?"

Yu Xin originally wanted to tell the accident at Zhao Kai's animation festival. At this time, he was first attracted by Zhao Kai's words. "Which book, who wrote it, I have to go over it when I have time."

"It doesn't matter if you turn it over, but Li Yao must go over it, and you have a big surprise."

Zhao Kaichong Li Yao shook his mobile phone and smiled. "The title of the book is "The 40,000 Years of Comprehension." The author is called, oh, it is a new person. The name is quite a mouthful, and it is called "Women Live."