On the way back, Su Pingan was in a very complicated mood.
"If it weren't for the fact that this is a team competition, I wouldn't bother to care about you."
Su Ping'an walked behind and muttered, while others were thinking about the possibility of modifying or rewriting the story. After all, according to the current trend, their stories are not very competitive, and it will be difficult to stand out in the future.
But now if they can reimagine the story, the popularity may be a little less popular in the past, but it may slowly gain back in the future.
“But what to write?”
Wen Liang and Feng Shaoyang were also frowning and thinking about this issue.
Seeing this, Su Ping'an immediately moved forward, came to Wen Liang's side and pretended not to care, "You said, if you write about a mortal who doesn't understand anything from the beginning, and then slowly enters the path of practicing immortality, what is the story?
No head start?"
Wen Liang was startled when he heard this, "Write about a mortal who cultivates to become an immortal? How to write this? What's the point?"
Facing Wen Liang's three consecutive questions, Su Ping'an pretended to think: "The interesting thing is to see how this mortal comes into contact with cultivation step by step and then becomes stronger. This requires the ability to frame a story, as well as the ability to cultivate immortals.
Reverie, I think you can try this aspect?"
"Cultivation to immortality? But I know nothing about this subject?"
Wen Liang listened, but the theme of "Xian Xia" is the one that impressed everyone most deeply now, "Zhu Xian", but "Zhu Xian" is excellent in writing, and the story is also very exciting, which is the wonder of "cultivation".
The narrative is not very detailed, and it is not a story that focuses on spiritual practice.
Without reference, people in this world have less understanding of the world of "Xianxia".
Su Ping'an was also a little helpless. He understood it, but it was a bit difficult for him to introduce the story routine of the 'Xianxian Style' to Wen Liang without being so obvious in his guidance.
He could only try his best to pick out some general framework for Wen Liang. As for the specific details and progress, it still had to be up to Wen Liang himself.
After introducing the concept of 'cultivating immortality' to Wen Liang, Su Ping'an got close to Feng Shaoyang and helped give him ideas: "Have you ever thought about writing some plot-based stories?"
Feng Shaoyang immediately frowned and said, "Scheming? What's there to write about?"
With Wen Liang's lesson learned, Su Ping'an tried to be more direct and detailed this time. He pretended to be casual and said: "It's like writing about a person in the later world who got seriously ill and died, and then traveled to a world with low martial arts. There were also warriors there.
Grandmaster, and then this person’s mother died when he was born, but he left behind many connections. He also had a blind uncle with a strength close to that of a great master to protect him as he grew up. Then when this boy grows up, he will have to find out the cause of his mother’s death.
Then it involved life experience, and also involved many overt and secret struggles in the court... Well, that's probably the story."
Seeing that Feng Shaoyang was looking at him strangely, Su Pingan quickly stopped talking and did not continue. He was afraid that if he continued, the entire outline of the story would be revealed.
But even so, it still aroused Feng Shaoyang's vigilance. The latter looked at him strangely and said: "Is this a new story you thought of?"
"Uh...no, it's just an idea that suddenly popped into my head. What do you think?"
Su Ping'an was a little moody as he spoke, and he wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead to hide it.
Fortunately, Feng Shaoyang's entire mind was focused on the story he was telling, and he didn't ask much about what he was thinking. The latter tried to imagine such a story, and then said: "But do people really like to read this kind of Machiavellian story?
Anyway, if it were me, I wouldn't like it. I still like the kind of happy grudges, similar to your "Fight to Break the Sky" story."
Upon hearing this, Su Ping'an immediately said: "That doesn't matter, you can write about a young man from an aristocratic family who works hard for the family outside, but the people in the family are thinking about deposing him as the heir apparent and bullying his sister.
, he came back with this prince, and started to fuck those people directly. Then he got the mysterious and powerful guidance in a sword, and became a rare sword cultivator. After that, he fought wildly all the way, looking down on life and death. If he didn't accept it, he would do it.
He is also a crazy girl-protector. Do you think you can write this kind of story?"
"..."
Feng Shaoyang was completely stunned. After a while, he said blankly: "Is this the story you just came up with?"
"Uh...yeah, it just came out of nowhere, just thinking about it."
"..."
Feng Shaoyang suddenly stopped talking, then quickened his pace and left Su Pingan.
This guy is autistic!
At the same time, Feng Shaoyang was still a little angry.
This guy is not here to help me, this guy is obviously here to show off!
Seeing Feng Shaoyang's back angrily leaving, Su Ping'an gritted his teeth a little tangledly, his face full of toothache, "What the hell is this? Why do I want to help them open a 'hook'?
All of them look like birds."
Su Pingan almost held his head and howled in the sky.
At this time, Guan Feng came over and asked curiously: "What did you say to that guy Feng Shaoyang just now? Why did that guy's face suddenly change like a piece of shit? Do you know what this guy is?"
It’s embarrassing, tell me quickly and I will be happy.”
"..."
Su Pingan's forehead darkened.
Listen, is this something a human can say?!
However, Su Ping'an still held on to the last glimmer of hope and said to Guan Feng: "Oh, it's okay. I just discussed the writing direction of the new story with him. What do you think, do you want my help? I can also help you think about what you are suitable to write.
What new story?”
When Guan Feng heard this, his reaction was different from others. He readily agreed and said, "Okay, what should I write about?"
Su Ping'an didn't expect this time to go so smoothly, so he deliberately pondered for a moment, and then said: "With your humble character, I think you can write about a later person with the same character as you, and then fell off a cliff due to an accident.
After finishing it, I traveled to a rather weird dynasty.
In this dynasty, there was no Confucianism, only some people who were a little skilled in martial arts. Then the protagonist was saved by an old man. This old man was actually an old eunuch beside the emperor. The old eunuch was very fond of the protagonist, and then he wanted the protagonist.
To repay the kindness of saving my life, I went to work as a servant in the Xiao family. It turned out that this servant was very coquettish. Not only did he date the eldest and second young ladies of the family, but he also had some beastly thoughts about the mother of the two girls. In the process, of course, he also
There are many other confidantes, such as Xiaojiabiyu's Qiao'er, the demon witch Xian'er, the princess who disguises herself as a man, the princess's master, etc... In short, as long as a woman appears,
Just don’t let the protagonist go.
I think a story like this is very suitable for your temperament. How about it, are you tempted?!"
Mumble...
Guan Feng swallowed his saliva subconsciously after hearing this, then immediately came back to his senses and said in horror: "Can this story still be written like this? Is it a woman?"
"Yes, this is the essence of this book. I believe that after writing it, it will be an instant hit!" Su Pingan continued to confuse Guan Feng.
Guan Feng thought about it. He felt that such a story idea was very good. At least it suited his own taste and could satisfy the fantasies of most men. So he nodded solemnly and said, "Okay, I think I can do it too. I
You can try it first..."
Finally, someone finally recognized his idea, and Su Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief. Then he patted Guan Feng on the shoulder and said, "Very good, come on, I'm very optimistic about you!"
Guan Feng's face glowed red for a moment, full of fighting spirit, and he thought proudly in his heart: Now that I have Guanshi Su's guidance, coupled with such a good story idea, and my superb writing skills, this time I will Guan Da Shaoye