He honestly told people that this story was not his original creation, but an ancient myth.
Qu Youyou obviously disliked him very much. Before he even started talking, she sneered and said: "Everyone's stories are conceived by themselves. They rack their brains to make up stories. Why can you use other people's stories in vain?"
Taking the story as your own? Isn’t this plagiarism?”
He didn't raise his head even though he was worth ten thousand yuan, and he didn't refute anything.
As the saying goes, when beating a dog, it depends on the owner, right?
Yu Xian stretched his body and seemed to have been awakened by Qu Youyou. He chuckled and said: "Strictly speaking, every word and word contained in the story was not created by ourselves, let alone
It’s not our first original creation; do you have to create a language yourself in order not to plagiarize these elements?”
"If you can't create your own language, or even reconstruct a world that is completely different from where you live, then shut your mouth, sit here and listen."
"Remember your own identity, you can only listen, you are not qualified to judge others."
Qu Youyou immediately put out the fire.
"This song was brought to you by a wandering old miner who came from far away, a strange man who used a magic wand to find mineral deposits."
"This song is very strange. It sounds so weird, yet mysterious, just like the music itself, as charming as a dream. Even when humans are awake, it can still bring people a wonderful feeling."
“The old miner said that mining depends on God’s blessing, because compared with mining, no other kind of work can make craftsmen feel more noble and happy, and always maintain a pure and flawless heart, and can better evoke the wisdom of God.
and belief in destiny.”
"It's a fate."
"Miners are born with nothing and will die with nothing."
"The greatest pleasure in his life is to go deep into the ground, find bright metals and rare crystals, and let them see the light of day again. In fact, no matter how dazzling they are, they still cannot conquer the miners' pure hearts."
"It wasn't the dangerous delusion of going deep into no man's land and sinking in the desolation that made him excited and ecstatic. The reason why he was so excited and so happy was not so much that he got the rare mineral deposits, which means he got everything, but that he was shocked by the metal.
That strange structure, beautiful appearance and unusual origin."
"The miners hope that when it sees the light of day, it will be talked about by everyone, but they are not willing to turn it into a commodity."
"Because once it becomes a commodity, it loses its appeal to miners. What he really hopes is that people can be a great adventurer like him. Overcome many difficulties and obstacles, dig deep into the earth, and appreciate them.
Rather than letting it enter the world and be regarded as a treasure by countless cunning humans who use cunning deception and money to obtain it."
"It is with such a lonely and brave spirit that the miner uses the hardships day after day to sharpen his will, so that he can always maintain a kind and clean heart, as well as an honest character."
"This allows him to receive his meager salary with sincere gratitude; but day after day, he has inexhaustible passion and unfading joy of life, crawling out of the dark mine countless times
."
"Only he knows deeply how comfortable the charm of light and habitat, free occupation and broad vision make him. Only he enjoys food and life with gratitude, thinking that life is like the coming of the Lord.
Give him a high respect, a pious feeling."
"His heart is not only filled with mineral deposits, but also contains infinite tenderness. Everything can move him. His companions are kind and beautiful, and his wife and daughter are cute and charming. He embraces them affectionately, and he is grateful.
Sharing God’s wonderful gifts with everyone.”
"He often sang. As far as I know, he loved singing, and happily believed that singing and dancing were the miners' joy. They were like a kind of joyful prayer, and the memories and hopes they evoked could help them alleviate their hardships.
Labor shortens the long loneliness."
"Song: I know where there is a strong palace,
In the palace lived a silent king,
There is a group of magical entourage around you,
But he never climbed onto the city wall.
Invisible sentries guard him,
His chamber cannot be peered into;
There is only the famous clear spring,
Gurgling down from the colorful roofs.
The vast hall is filled with stars,
The servants looked up at the spectacle,
Then he faithfully reported to the king,
It's so wonderful that I can never finish it.
He bathes in his mother's tide,
Wash your tender body,
Her blood is as white as jade,
It soaked into him and made him glow all over."
He did find an ancient kingdom, and the colorful metals here didn't look like masterpieces from heaven at all, but more like magical items from another world.
It was a clear and warm night.
The moon hangs high on the top of the mountains, casting a soft clear light, making everything have magical dreams in their hearts.
The moon itself is like a dream of the sun, hanging high above the dream world of secret contemplation, bringing nature divided into countless realms back to the sacred ancient times, when the underground germs were still sleeping, so lonely and peaceful.
Tranquility has not yet been touched, eager in vain to start its own hazy, light, ethereal and dreamy strange journey.
The fairy tale of the night reflects in the hearts of the miners.
His mind was as quiet as ever at this moment, and he knew that he would be the first human being to witness a miracle.
This is a great and sublime moment.
How could he not be excited that the dusty kingdom was brought to light again because of him?
He is passionate about exploration and is a devout door-knocker for the unknown.
The entrance to the cave was not high, so the old miner held the torch high and walked in without hesitation. He first climbed over a few rocks. A stream of cold air hit his face, and he encouraged himself in his heart——
It doesn’t matter! It doesn’t matter! No other weird things will happen! Just move forward with confidence, Old John!
At first, the road was a narrow "snake", passing through its belly, and then came to a high and wide cave. Even if the torch was raised high above the head, the torch was still blocked by such a huge space.
The lining is too small and the torch cannot fully illuminate the cave.
But the old miner saw several dark cave entrances quietly hidden behind the rock wall.
The ground is soft and quite flat, with not many uneven stones visible; the walls and roof of the cave are as smooth as the ground and very well-proportioned.
However, what most attracted the attention of the old miner was the things all over the place——
