After discussing Lü Liang for a while, they moved on. After perhaps inquiring about Ning Yi's other plans for his trip to the capital, Ning Yi mentioned looking for two courtyards and selecting locations for cloth shops and restaurants. Yao Zunian and Cheng Zhouhai, being locals in the capital, primarily engaged in poetry and social interactions. When it came to finding such places, they suggested bringing in Ji Kun. As they were discussing this, someone walked in smiling from the courtyard gate: "For these matters, finding Ji Kun is not as good as finding me."

The person entering was a middle-aged monk dressed in white, appearing dashing. His appearance was dignified and handsome, his eyes steady and clear, carrying a smile. He first greeted Ning Yi with a Buddhist salute: "This must be Li Heng, the top talent in Jiangning, I've heard of you for a long time..." As Ning Yi rose to return the greeting, he introduced himself, "This humble monk's Dharma name is Jueming."

Although it seemed like idle talk, they were actually discussing the secret affairs of the Secret Intelligence Division. This monk's ability to enter directly showed his high status within the Prime Minister's residence. He was also an old acquaintance of Yao Zunian and Cheng Zhouhai. He pulled up a chair and sat down, asking about the type of housing Ning Yi desired. He nodded, scanned the information everyone had brought out, and asked, "When this humble monk was chatting with Lord Nian and others, we most often spoke of Li Heng's methods in Hangzhou. This time Li Heng goes to Shandong, I wonder where you plan to start?"

"Probably take a look at Dulong Gang first."

"Oh... that place could indeed become a breakthrough. Li Heng, you're young, but your vision is sharp..."

Liangshan could not be taken directly by government troops, so they could only find helpers through roundabout ways. Ning Yi's choice of Dulong Gang made sense, but it wasn't particularly surprising. The four words "sow discord" sounded simple, but the actual operation was extremely complex, depending on each person's skill. The group under the grape trellis discussed Liangshan for a while. When Qin Si Yuan arrived, they steered the conversation towards the Badao Camp in Hangzhou and its seemingly childish reforms. Although everyone was enthusiastic, Ning Yi didn't have much desire to discuss it. The Badao Camp was too complex, involving changes to the system. Presenting the rudiments of democracy to a group who had studied Confucianism their whole lives made Ning Yi feel somewhat guilty.

Of course, this was because Ning Yi had the hindsight of a thousand years and was overthinking things. Qin Si Yuan and the others wouldn't have concepts of later democracy; even if they had something similar, it would be based on Confucianism, because everything on this land for thousands of years originated from this system. Ning Yi's ideas, although altered upon closer inspection, were first associated with their existing concepts.

Everyone can become Yao or Shun, the people are valued more than the ruler – these things weren't heretical. In the perfect states imagined by Confucianism, the virtuous rule of ancient sages was like this: the ruler perfectly taught the people, and everyone understood reason and could distinguish right from wrong. In this situation, royal power was actually pushed to a symbolic status. Over thousands of years, the development of Confucianism aimed to promote education. At its extreme, everyone understands etiquette and values righteousness, which is one of the possibilities pursued. Ning Yi's articles subtly instilled the idea of ​​everyone being independent and proactive, which Qin Si Yuan and others could see. Even if they summarized it, they would only speculate in this direction.

Afterwards, everyone dined together in the Prime Minister's residence. As the time got later, they still discussed many ideas related to Confucianism. Yao Zunian, Jueming, Qin Si Yuan, and even Cheng Zhouhai could discuss it, occasionally asking Ning Yi. Ning Yi upheld the principle of saying nothing wrong and actively hid his talent. In everyone's eyes, they thought he was still resisting. Of course, with such a big knot hidden in his heart, he couldn't reveal everything upon first acquaintance. The few of them now regarded Ning Yi as a comrade worthy of sitting down and discussing principles, and they could understand his temporary reservation. Such important ideas could only be spoken after everyone became familiar.

In their conversation, they also spoke of the surrender of the disgruntled soldiers this time, or Ning Yi's views on the widespread rebellions of Tian Hu, Wang Qing, and others in the current Wu Dynasty. Ning Yi's idea of ​​promoting Zhuji and controlling public opinion with storytellers was not completely decided. He merely mentioned the idea of ​​ranking the top 100 martial artists as a joke. Everyone laughed at first, but then they realized the deeper meaning. Qin Si Yuan laughed, "If Li Heng is interested in doing this, this old man will definitely support it."

Monk Jueming also found it interesting and put his palms together, saying, "This humble monk can also help. After all, I met Iron Arms Zhou Tong back then, haha..."

Once the list of martial arts masters came out, if it were to take effect and be promoted, there must be a huge publicity team. At this time, laying a groundwork would allow Ning Yi to promote Zhuji with ease in the future.

As for the detailed strategies, plans, and effects, Ning Yi felt that it was better not to reveal everything first. Operating as a private individual could be considered a business. After reaching a certain scale, he could cooperate with the Secret Intelligence Division. If he revealed everything from the beginning, with the Secret Intelligence Division being suppressed, not to mention whether he could get support, even if he could, such a huge system could not be controlled by him. Ning Yi still had this selfishness. After all, in the current Wu Dynasty, no one understood the use and development of the propaganda system better than him.

Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, the grape trellis in Bianliang's night reddened the lights, the city's ink color deepened, pedestrians came and went, carriages dripped, and boat lights faintly passed the river. It was in such a night that a change was happening in the Qingmu Stockade on Mount Lüliang, which Ning Yi and others had mentioned not long ago.

Bloodshed spread, and the sound of killing pierced the night and firelight. Among the stockade built of poplar wood, waves of fighting were taking place, stray arrows occasionally flew by, and someone's screams came from the night sky.

However, the battle that broke out in the stockade was actually coming to an end. The side with fewer people, now with nearly a hundred survivors, had been surrounded. In the depths of the camp, a decisive battle was unfolding in the firelight, showing a one-sided situation.

Qingmu Stockade had been expanding rapidly recently, and the houses were built somewhat hastily. Now, at the small alley intersection with flickering firelight, the combatants were four figures, three men and one woman. The three men seemed to be on one side, all wearing armor. One of them was burly, holding a heavy spear, and seemed to be the leader. The other two each wielded a broadsword. In the howling offensive, the tall woman was empty-handed, dodging, grappling, and then flicking one of the broadswords into the sky with a snap of her fingers. As the heavy spear roared in, the woman named Lu Hongti suddenly advanced, instantly transforming like a wraith, stepping in front of the heavy spear wielder. The burly man wielding the heavy spear hastily held the spear horizontally. A huge force came like a mountain collapsing and the sea overturning. He was unsteady on his feet, staggering back eight or nine steps before steadying himself.

He hadn't seen it clearly at all. It was as if the woman had only pushed on his spear. It was also because another person wielding a broadsword slashed at her that the woman named Lu Hongti dodged the blade by following the force in the opposite direction. However, such a vigorous power, abundant like flowing water, did not seem to reach its peak suddenly. It wasn't brute force, but the pinnacle of inner strength he had heard of.

This power wasn't like a huge wave that crashed down suddenly. In the brief contact, it felt like the center of a huge whirlpool, making it difficult to resist. This woman named Lu Hongti looked only twenty years old. In previous encounters, her reputation was even somewhat kind and easy to bully. Even those who said she was skilled in martial arts hadn't said she would be this skilled. Could this be a monster?

The horror of this evening hadn't just been felt now. It could be said that he had felt it from the very first moment of the attack.

The burly man's name was Cao Hong, one of the generals under Tian Hu stationed at Jinwu Ridge. Tian Hu rebelled, Lüliang Mountain was involved in smuggling, and in the past, the two sides had some dealings. Unless the bandits of Lüliang Mountain couldn't survive, they would generally give Tian Hu some face. Qingmu Stockade had actually developed quite well in Lüliang Mountain before. Tian Hu had once sent a general as an envoy to propose marriage to Lu Hongti, playing the card of marriage between the two sides. Although Lu Hongti refused, no one took it seriously, and the two sides maintained their previous relationship.

Until a year ago, Qingmu Stockade seemed to have been guided by an expert, developing and growing rapidly, and also annexing some of the surrounding villages. The wealth seemed to have increased, and Tian Hu hadn't been moved yet, but some of the people in Qingmu Stockade wanted infighting and contacted Jinwu Ridge, saying they wanted to overthrow the current stockade owner Lu Hongti and hoped to receive assistance.

Although Qingmu Stockade had recently developed well, Lu Hongti was a woman, and she had been away for a long time earlier in the year. The stockade was running well according to the rules, and many men inside had a desire for power, believing that such a woman shouldn't hold power. Cao Hong inquired about the situation here. Qingmu Stockade had incorporated the surrounding villages, and the foundation wasn't stable yet. As long as they launched a surprise attack and killed Lu Hongti and her few direct descendants, seizing power would be very simple afterwards.

So this time, Cao Hong led more than twenty soldiers and generals to transport goods into the mountains, pretending to go to the Liao territory to exchange materials. Because he was Tian Hu's man and was carrying a large batch of goods, Qingmu Stockade's income was also considerable, and Lu Hongti was quite friendly to him. Everyone was a leader, making a living in places not far apart. He had actually seen Lu Hongti once before, only feeling that although she looked heroic, she was quite different from the female bandits mixed in this area. Such women generally don't last long. After hanging around for a while, they would either be defiled and left dead in some mass grave, or become the concubine of some big leader. In fact, most women would actively choose the latter.

Actually, when he came, he had thought about this matter in his heart.

Those in Qingmu Stockade who wanted to seize power didn't really know how high or low Lu Hongti's martial arts were, only saying that she was very powerful and could kill in and out of the bloody battlefield, having suffered minor and serious injuries. But an old soldier could also do that to some extent. Cao Hong didn't take it seriously at first, but for safety, those in Qingmu Stockade temporarily stole Lu Hongti's sword. Cao Hong had arranged eight personal soldiers to launch the attack with him.

Not many martial arts masters can resist the combined attack of nine people while unarmed. He also hoped to capture this beautiful woman and take her into his room, but almost from the beginning, he regretted it.

Two personal soldiers had pounced on their companions. In that instant, the clashing of weapons sounded like rapid rain, but it completely became his own people fighting each other. Cao Hong and the eight personal soldiers beside him were considered veterans of hundreds of battles, and their formation and cooperation had undergone countless exercises. But in the wooden house where the attack was launched, almost every attack was dodged by the other party at the last moment. When Cao Hong realized that things were not simple, the other party's eyes had turned to ice. In front of him, she waved her hands violently, tearing open the throat of one of the personal soldiers, and then waved the corpse as a shield, forcibly smashing through the window that everyone was guarding tightly.

That was really a ghost—

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I opened the book review section and found a red reward, who is so insane, I update so slowly and still get rewarded so much...

Uh, actually, I want to say, thank you... thank you for your support.

The day before yesterday, something happened. A massacre of nearly a hundred people occurred in the "Banana Boat" group, uh, that is, one of the administrators kicked a lot of people. The group owner took away her administrator rights and then asked me to say sorry. In fact, when I'm in a bad writing state, I rarely go to the QQ group, so it's difficult to liven up the atmosphere, and many people are lurking. e give me to play, and sometimes I can't not play. Later, when I updated slowly, she always accused my behavior of being related to my character or something, and I was very unhappy, so we gradually drifted apart.

Yesterday at noon, the editor chatted with me—in fact, I have always been the kind of person who is embarrassed to disturb the editor, so I didn't have much private chat before—she said, you have the opportunity to become a supreme god, but you don't update, missing many opportunities. In fact, I have always felt very guilty towards the editors. The editors have taken care of me very much for so long since I started writing. I often feel sorry for those recommendations, but there is no way, so I told her my reasons.

A few days ago, a forum that I don't go to very often—Dragon's Sky—had a discussion. A friend of mine told me, and then I chatted with him about why I no longer go there. My friend posted what I said on the forum, and then I also saw various comments.

Because of these things, I want to say something about the reasons why I thank everyone, about the reasons why I drifted apart from that friend, about the reasons why I told the editor, and also about the reasons why I gradually stopped going to the forum. These things are actually somewhat unsuitable for online novels. I may not have clearly stated them before, but I want to talk about them now.

Several years ago, online novels developed based on traditional literature. At that time, when everyone discussed articles on the forum, they discussed how to improve yy with various techniques, and constantly considered the value of yy. All the techniques came from traditional literature. Later, the yy system gradually settled down, and traditional literature gradually faded. Nowadays, when people write articles and discuss them on the forum, you can often see them tell you where the forbidden areas are, where is difficult to write, hoping people avoid them. They made yy into a model and routine, gradually shrinking, looking for shortcuts to fame, and then newcomers can only see a small world.

In fact, there are no forbidden areas, only whether the author writes well or not. yy has never been separated from traditional literature. At most, it separately discusses and pursues the ultimate goal of "how to attract people" in traditional literature, but, only by truly understanding the whole picture of the entire literary system can it be possible to truly dig "attracting people" to the extreme, because the use of various techniques, various reverse thinking, writing, and the role of setting are all wonderful.

When I used to tell others that there is no difference between online novels and traditional literature, I usually said that when we write something, whether it is placed on the Internet or submitted to a magazine or publishing house, the content you write will not change. But now it is different. Sometimes I hear some friends say: "We are just writing online novels." Over a long period of time, they have actually identified themselves as "writing online novels." In this concept, the meaning is actually that we are just people who write such a pile of garbage, we are just for making money. When people limit themselves, it is actually difficult to get out. The definition of online novels is no longer just articles published on the Internet, but also that it is inferior and more sloppy and rubbishy than other texts. When the author thinks this way in his heart, he no longer has the motivation to move forward, and that is really inferior.

For me, when the concept of yy was not clear before, we were using various techniques to test it and try to understand it. The various difficulties, or so-called forbidden areas, were also defined because of the failures or setbacks we experienced at the beginning. But when a new batch of people enters the forum, they think that the 60-point crash course system of online novels is already it, and even swears that some books of online novels are comparable to the Dream of the Red Chamber, enough to be shortlisted for the Nobel Prize for Literature, and try to teach you how to write with this system that they understand, then that kind of discussion will become very embarrassing. They will tell you with their understanding that you are not good at this, you are good at that, and no one will say how we should break through what we are not good at.

But the yy system also has its reasons. Yesterday I told the editor, "To be honest, these things I'm training now are not necessary in the evaluation criteria of online novels. I pursue the smoothness of the plot, and I want to make the beginning, development, turning point, and conclusion as perfect as possible. Every line should be clearly released and collected. It is very difficult to do these things well, and the enhancement of the yy effect is a multiplier effect with half the effort. In the past, I could achieve a score of nine for yy, but if these things are done well, I can achieve a score of ten."

I try my best to increase your viewing experience by only one point, but I really want to see what ten points look like, what eleven points look like, what twelve points look like... In fact, for most people, nine points is enough, or even very good.

Then in that post, a moderator said that lk is a place for mutual help and promotion. They share their experiences on it, hoping to help beginners in online novels, and also hope that I can share my experiences. But in recent years, I have hardly talked to people about my ideas on writing on the Internet, not because I cherish my own, but because I think these experiences are not good for others.

Actually, it's very simple. In this world, the difference in IQ and ability between people is not much. If you want to do better than others, there are only two words: work hard. These two words cannot be ambiguous. If you put your life on the line, things can be done well. Many people think that I write slowly and am lazy, but I dare to tell people at any time that I work harder than you in writing. I sit in front of the computer every day. When I can't write anything, I can't eat or play anything. My schedule is so chaotic that my head is tight and I can't stand the pain. But when I can write, I feel refreshed and my head doesn't hurt. I can play games and argue with people... because I really like writing.

I am considered a person who follows the ancient method. I believe in being cautious and taking one step at a time. I might have starved to death in ancient times. I have always felt that being able to support myself by writing is a great luck for me. But if I was a little less lucky, maybe I would still have starved to death if I buried my head and only wrote books like this without paying attention to any management. When I gradually became a little famous, those who asked me how to write on the Internet would more or less be affected by me and make judgments. They might think that believing in Angry Banana can lead to success, and not just for an equal discussion, just like those who go to the forum to ask for secrets.

For me, self-discipline is different from disciplining others. For myself, I can be strict and force myself to have headaches, insomnia, and sleepless nights, even though there is a "almost" idea, but I still feel that it is not good enough. But for others, I don't want them to become like this after listening to me. I don't want them to work several times more effort than others before succeeding, especially I don't want them to starve to death, because that is unfair, so I dare not tell people these things.

But in my heart, there is also an expectation: why can't someone like me succeed? From childhood to adulthood, others say that success can only be achieved by being down-to-earth. I am a writer, and I have invested all my energy in writing. Why can't I dare to tell people my experiences?

But my achievements are not enough. I told the editor that the plot of Son-in-Law will have a climax in the middle and late stages. I will not ruin it. I believe that after those things come out and the whole feeling of Son-in-Law comes out, I will go to another level. At that time, my achievements may also improve. Then I may be able to tell people that the road of madman or fanatic may be possible, as long as you truly love this thing, the solid road is also possible. At that time, I will have the capital to say to people "as long as you pursue excellence, success will be waiting for you in an unexpected place." And if I fail, I will be a negative example.

I don't know how long I can keep going forward.

But in fact, the achievements that can be taken out and the experiences that can be told to others are still trivial. My wish is very simple. "I have a standard. When I was in junior high school, I read "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" and "Me and the Temple of Earth", marveling at the beauty of the words. Later, I read "Ordinary World" and many books by Haruki Murakami, which made me feel that books should be like this. I set such a standard for myself in my heart, not necessarily to win an award, not necessarily to have the recognition of many people, just before I die, I hope that I can agree with myself and write a book of this standard. The line I draw in my heart is very high, and I have not passed it yet..." This is what I recently said to others, and also to the editor, similar words, which may not be appropriate.

I know I'm sorry to you.

The alienation of friends is probably also due to my paranoia, but the same words, even if they are very silly, if they have been said many times and cannot be understood, I will feel very annoyed. I can only guarantee that I will do my best to write good books and good-looking books. I will never discount this commitment.

I see your rewards, see the daily subscriptions, and want to say thank you. If it weren't for your continued support, I probably wouldn't be able to go this far, and I wouldn't be able to write such a book.

Thank you.

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