Rebirth of the Evil Life

The first thousand and eighty-five chapters

Three great masters

Seeing that his special plane had stopped, Lin Feng took a few deep breaths, put aside his happy troubles, and entered his special plane with a smile on his face.

"Old Jin, it's been a long time since you've seen you, you are still so energetic, you are always strong!" Lin Feng said respectfully.

This time, Lin Feng ordered his special plane to pick him up, not someone else, but the master of Chinese literature, Mr. Jin Yong. This time, the premiere of the sequel to the sequel of the Demon Lord of the Dragon Slaying the Dragon, in Lin Feng's view, it would be a pity if Mr. Jin Yong was not present. You know, this sequel to the Demon Lord of the Dragon Sword and Dragon Slayer not only uses as many superstars and well-known directors as possible in Hong Kong (Tsu Hark’s martial arts + Wang Jing’s funny), but also hires a Hollywood computer post-production special effects team. The investment is also the highest in domestic movies, exceeding RMB 200 million, and it is also the first Kung Fu movie using'imax' technology.

For so many first times, it would be a pity if Mr. Jin Yong, as the creator of the screenplay, did not attend.

Therefore, Lin Feng specifically called to consult with Mr. Jin Yong to see if he had time to go to Shanghai to attend the premiere of the sequel to the sequel of the Demon Lord of the Dragon Slayer. To Lin Feng's surprise, Mr. Jin Yong readily agreed after he pondered a little. This really made Lin Feng a little overjoyed. You know, Mr. Jin Yong has 80 years of life this year. Let him run thousands of kilometers to participate in such a premiere in Shanghai, which makes Lin Feng really hard to tell. Unexpectedly, Mr. Jin Yong agreed so readily. Therefore, Lin Feng ordered his special plane to go to Hong Kong to pick up Mr. Jin Yong in person.

"Hehe, you little guy, you can speak beautiful things. I am 80, and I have reached the age of knowing the destiny. What kind of spirits, old and strong, are all false words. For me, living a day is a day, every day It's unique." Jin Yong said there was a philosophy of life.

Lin Feng should laugh with him.

what! Who are the two elderly people beside Mr. Jin Yong? They look the same age as Jin Yong, but Lin Feng is extremely strange to them.

Jin Yong laughed when Lin Feng noticed the two friends around him.

"Little guy, come, let you guess, who are these two people?" Jin Yong pointed to the two people around him.

Lin Feng frowned and looked at it for a long time. One of them has an angry face. Although he has been smiling and silent, the thick ink fragrance of scrolls blows on his face. But its dress is really a bit simple, a bit too simple. However, I have to say that although the clothes are plain, they definitely can't make people think of underestimating.

The other person had a hearty smile, but there was a hint of evil wisdom in his smile, which made people feel a little bit evil and righteous, and it was a little bit inexplicable.

Who are these two? ——Lin Feng is a little puzzled. But those who can sit with Jin Yong are definitely not mortals.

Jin Yong smiled when Lin Feng couldn't guess the identity of the two friends around him for a long time.

"Little guy, I'll just give you a hint. They are my company. One of them almost made me angry!" Jin Yong said with a smile.

Peer? Someone almost killed Jin Yong? ——These two prompts seem a bit incomprehensible, but there is a flash of light in Lin Feng's mind.

If you travel with you, they are all literati who write martial arts novels. With Jin Yong's identity and status, his friends must be masters. Counting down the current martial arts literary masters, there are only so few. Gu Long, Liang Yusheng, Wo Longsheng, Wen Rui'an, Huang Yi, Ma Rongcheng and others. Then these two people must be two of them.

Lin Feng was not sure who it was. But the second hint, that sentence almost killed Jin Yong, and Lin Feng would be able to lock one person. Although he was not sure, Lin Feng was 80% sure, and he could confirm who the old man with a wicked smile was in front of him.

"I guess, this is Mr. Ni Kuang who is famous for the Wesley series!" Lin Feng said respectfully.

"Haha, how about it, Ni Kuang, I would say that Lin Feng's vision is very poisonous." Jin Yong laughed loudly, "It looks like your bottle of 50-year-old collection is going to be mine."

Ni Kuang was helpless when he was recognized by Lin Feng, glared at Lin Feng, and then laughed, "Don't be proud, he hasn't guessed... the name of the master yet!" Ni Kuang pointed. The old man with a refined look beside him almost spit out the other party's name.

Seeing Ni Kuang and Jin Yong laughing and cursing, Lin Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that he had guessed correctly. As for why Lin Feng could be certain that this old man with a wicked smile was Ni Kuang, it was because when Jin Yong wrote the Eight Dragons of Heaven, he was traveling to Europe, so he asked Ni Kuang to ghost him. This is also the first time in Jin Yong's life that he has asked for a ghostwriter. But when Jin Yong came back, Ni Kuang said directly—sorry, I made Azi blind.

At that time, Jin Yong, who was almost angry, did not strangle Ni Kuang alive. You know, his original plot is not like this, and Zi has another important role. But now Ni Kuang has written that Azi’s eyes are blind, and it has been published. Therefore, Jin Yong was forced to modify the plot in the end, subverting the final plot of Tianlong Ba. In the end, there was the scene of Azi jumping off a cliff holding Qiao Feng. Although it was embarrassing and an amazing ending, I have to say that it was forced by Ni Kuang. For this reason, Jin Yong never asked for a ghostwriter from now on.

auzw.com"Come on, Xiaolinzi, I can call you that way. You don't blame me, use your online media to block me!" Ni Kuang smiled evilly.

Lin Feng was speechless for a while. This Ni Kuang is a bit absurd, a bit unconscionable, otherwise he would not write his own ideas regardless of Jin Yong's ideas under Jin Yong's ghostwriting. But the name "Xiaolinzi" is really a bit...what!

"It doesn't matter, the name is just a code name, you are always free!" No matter how much Lin Feng dislikes the term "Xiao Linzi", Lin Feng will naturally not go to be true to Ni Kuang.

"Then Xiaolinzi, quickly guess who is this master. You will get a prize if you guess wrong, and there will be a penalty if you guess it!" Ni Kuang grinned.

Speechless! There are rewards for wrong guesses, and penalties for correct guesses. This is really funny for Ni Kuang. But this is also in line with his usual literary style, which is indeed quite amazing, and it often makes people feel awkward.

"Hehe, Ni Kuang, don't give me this set. I'm going to order your 50-year-old bottle." Jin Yong refused to adhere to it, shouting now, "Xiao Linzi, you have to guess right. You guessed it, I give you the right to make the film and TV adaptation of my novel."

Ni Kuang quit as soon as he heard it. Isn't this an obvious bribe, or bribe in front of him.

"Xiao Linzi, let me tell you that Jin Lao’s novels are only 14 books, and they have all been adapted. The amount of text in my novels is the first in history. As long as you guess wrong, my novels or movies. TV adaptation copyrights are all right Leave it to you, of course, there are games!" Ni Kuang squeezed his brows at Jin Yong triumphantly.

You know, one of Ni Kuang's most proud things in his life is that he can write tens of thousands of words a day for 30 years. The text he wrote is definitely the first in history. I am afraid that only Western science fiction master Asimov can be compared with it, but Asimov is typed by a typewriter or word processor, which is not handwritten. Then naturally it can't be compared with Ni Kuang.

"Huh, it's just shoddy, you know, concentration is the essence." Jin Yong snorted.

"I haven't heard of a famous philosophy in philosophy—does the quantity change to the qualitative change!" Ni Kuang also snorted.

Indeed, Ni Kuang is the most prolific writer in the literary world, but his novels are not shoddy, but a guarantee of best-selling. It is no exaggeration to say that Ni Kuang is one of the few people who can make a fortune by writing alone.

......

The two kept fighting here, making Lin Feng smile for a while. In fact, Jin Yong and Ni Kuang are not quarreling, that is, they are bickering and having fun. The two have been friends for so many years, and they have all reached the realm of stabs at their friends in the novel. This bickering is just a bit of fun in the lives of the two. In Lin Feng's view, I am afraid that because the two people are getting older, they don't usually communicate often. After all, they live far away and can't meet often, so I cherish this rare opportunity to get along.

After all, both of them have reached their age.

"Okay, Xiao Linzi, guess it," Jin Yong said, he was really not Ni Kuang's opponent, so he had to stop and change the subject.

"Yes, guess!" Ni Kuang was successfully changed by Jin Yong.

From this point of view, although Ni Kuang always has the upper hand in every quarrel, Jin Yong's wit is what Ni Kuang lacks. The two are also considered to be a tie.

Lin Feng frowned slightly when he heard this. For this guy who had been sitting here with a smile, even if Jin Yong and Ni Kuang had been arguing just now, he kept smiling. This calmness is really staggering.

Master, who will this be? ——Lin Feng secretly guessed.

Lin Feng carefully filtered through his mind, there are really not many who can be called a master by Ni Kuang. I am afraid that Liang Yusheng, Wen Ruian, and Wolong are only a few of them. As for this person's age, speaking and manners, and his aura, Lin Feng calculated and calculated, I am afraid there is only one candidate.

"Dare to ask this master, but Mr. Liang Yusheng?" Lin Feng asked respectfully.

"Haha, how about it, Ni Kuang, haven't you got your 50-year-old bottle yet!" Jin Yong stroked his palm and laughed.

Ni Kuang stared. Unexpectedly, Lin Feng had guessed right. This is really weird. You know, Liang Yusheng has always been low-key. Since he closed his pen, he has rarely appeared in front of the media, and he never thought he was still guessed by Lin Feng.

"Okay, okay, when I return to Hong Kong, I'll give it to you." Ni Kuang glared at Lin Feng. This Lin Feng caused him to lose a bottle of 50-year-old Maotai, and he felt distressed.

"Xiao Linzi, I want you to pay me!" Ni Kuang yelled, but after listening to Ni Kuang, Lin Feng was overjoyed.