The female ghost couldn't see her expected attitude, "The story is a good story, but the writing is not that bad. If I didn't know that this was a story, I would have thought who made the outline."
"It's an outline." Zhan Changfeng had nothing to deny. "Actually, I can't describe the emotions in it because I don't understand it, but I know how to create conflicts and how to guide people's emotions. As for the complete story, I will find someone
polish."
This time the female ghost was speechless, "You are really...I heard that there is a behavior called 'seizing the body'."
Zhan Changfeng was confused, "What do you mean?"
The female ghost shook her head, "Nothing."
Are all children today so scary, or is she just an exception?
"Why did you write these stories?" The female ghost felt that this was no coincidence.
Zhan Changfeng didn't answer and handed her what she had just written, "This is the sixth story."
The sixth story echoes the first matrilineal background. Women have a high status because of their greatness in giving birth to life. In the end, because they can give birth to life, they are designed by despicable people as tools for reproduction.
The sixth story is also the destruction of the fifth idealized world of great harmony. When resources are skewed, nobles and inferiors are distinguished, and status is high and low, the whole world seems to be shattered, and all kinds of injustice return to everyone.
When you follow the ups and downs of the first five stories and finally have some enlightenment and think you can stand on the mountain and breathe fresh air, then the sixth story will completely pull you into the quagmire of reality and make you open your eyes and see, you
current situation.
The female ghost is no longer a human being, but when she read it to the end, she still had the urge to strike, as if she was struck from behind by someone in the middle of her excitement.
You have the ability to write Datong, but don’t have the ability to continue to maintain it?
Intentionally torturing people.
Zhan Changfeng saw the change in the female ghost's expression and knew that the book was already half done, "Do you like that Datong world?"
Because of the cruelty in the previous stories, Datong is particularly valuable.
In fact, Datong has always appeared in the subconscious of human beings as a "paradise", "land of gods" and other images. Whether it is in literary works or in ordinary people's imagination, it has endured for a long time.
This story will appeal to both men and women of all ages.
The female ghost suddenly exclaimed, "You are very talented."
"This has nothing to do with talent." Zhan Changfeng whispered to himself: "The real talent is to be able to turn it into reality."
"..." The female ghost's eyes widened.
"Surprised?" Zhan Changfeng's lips never curled up, but she was indeed smiling, "Don't you think the background of the fourth story is very similar to now? The war is about to start, and I will turn the turmoil into a hotbed of enlightenment.
."
"Who the hell are you!"
"Yi Zhan!"
In this world, except for the royal family of the Yin Dynasty, who dares to be named Yi? The female ghost has been dead for a hundred years, but she also knows how powerful the royal family is.
But isn't the current Yin Dynasty ruled by a little emperor?
So the person in front of me is... the former prince?!
Look how strong the rumors are now. The female ghost just woke up a few days ago and was chased around the city by Qingfeng. She heard all the "anecdotes" in the palace and grasped the key points very well.
precise.
The female ghost thought it was incredible, but also a bit natural, "You want to regain the throne."
Zhan Changfeng shook his head.
This made the female ghost confused, "If you don't have status and power, who will convince you?"
"My ability is never given to me by status. On the contrary, if I want it, any status is at my fingertips. But in this matter, the last thing I need is status."
Zhan Changfeng said, "I will only provide a new idea. Someone will always wake up and lead everyone to change. The world belongs to everyone, and it is always boring to be completely controlled by one person."
"It's simply impossible to make people rise up and resist based on this alone." The female ghost didn't know whether to lament the grandeur of her plan or regret her wishful thinking.
But the only thing you can't do is laugh.
Because if there is a wise man in this long history who truly thinks about the human race and takes action, it must be someone like her.
"Of course this is not enough." Because the female ghost was the first audience, Zhan Changfeng did not hesitate to use his words.
"70% of the 400 million people in the Yin Dynasty were illiterate. If there had been no war, they would have stayed in their own land until they died. Instead, the emperors of previous generations could eat, drink, and have fun, and folk entertainment also increased.
The novel has been greatly developed. Even if you are illiterate, you can still listen to books and watch plays. These stories are prepared for ordinary people."
"Although I am no longer the prince, I still have the power in my hands, and I can still carry out these stories."
When Zhan Changfeng said this, he tilted his head and said, "That goddess should be called Jiutian Xuannv. This 'Taoist Priest Qingxu' is the messenger of Jiutian Xuannv. When the time comes, these stories together with the news of the 'Old Immortal' conquering hundreds of ghosts will
Spreading it together will be extremely praiseworthy."
The female ghost has figured it out. The prince and emperor are actually good at deceiving the people, right?
"Why don't you make up a mysterious girl from the Nine Heavens who descends to earth?"
As a result, Zhan Changfeng replied, "There will be."
It's just that her attitude towards Jiutian Xuannv is still unclear.
It was finally time to make a decision, could she bear the sins of a world full of blood?
War is about to start, war is about to start, and the cold weather creates the word "general".
Before that, whether it was her, Li Hao, or Yichang, they all had the opportunity to stabilize the Yin Dynasty. Not to mention whose hands the power would be in the end, political replacement would always result in less losses than war.
In addition, during these days, Li Hao has been winning over the small princes, and the chips in his hand are getting bigger and bigger. Maybe he can really intimidate the princes who are ready to make a move and calm the situation.
"The weather is getting warmer."
War must begin.
This is ridiculous. I once thought that Hai Qinghe and Yan would have peace and prosperity, but now I want to break it with my own hands.
Zhan Changfeng blew the bone whistle, and with a crash, a group of letter falcons landed on the window, forcing the female ghost to stay away.
The female ghost counted them carefully and found that there were seven of them. "So you like to raise eagles."
"Only an eagle can break its wings and fight in the sky." Zhan Changfeng put down the letter paper, and the seven letter falcons flew in seven directions.
The female ghost intuitively felt that these letters would cause big things, but it was hard to ask questions. She thought that she had been away from this world for so long, and no matter how big things happened, it would have nothing to do with her.
The female ghost sat by the window as melancholy as before.
Zhan Changfeng was not so clear about the ghost's situation, and since this was her residence, it was nothing for a ghost to stay here all the time.
"When will you leave."
Well, he didn’t even ask why he was staying here and just issued an eviction order. The female ghost turned to her and said, “This is my house.”
"I bought it."
"..." The female ghost bit her lip and looked out the window sadly for a while, "This is my child's room."
"Sometimes I will sit here and watch her play on the grass outside, sometimes I will sit here and hold her and tell stories, sometimes I will sit here and wait for her to fall asleep..."
The female ghost turned around and looked at Zhan Changfeng softly, "She is as big as you, but much cuter than you."
"Blame me." Blame me for choosing a bad room. Zhan Changfeng went out indifferently, wondering how the little Taoist priest was doing.
The female ghost chuckled lightly, arranged the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, then picked up the pile of manuscripts and started reading.