I'm just sorry for plagiarism

"There is Ruomu in the east of the sky, and there is a red dragon holding a candle in Zhongshan."

"Hot the internal organs of the Chinese people!"

Under the scorching red sun, the muscular man raised the bow and arrow in his hand high.

"Shoot the golden crow's arrow and press it on my bowstring."

"Boundless Xiaohan is nothing more than a hero's lookout!"

There was a complete pause when the picture progressed here, and then, in the darkness, a drop of fire suddenly appeared in the center of the screen.

"How can there be fire? Take the brilliance of the stars to shine everywhere!"

In the picture, Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs with a serious expression, and the tall man not far away ran towards the direction of the setting sun.

"Taste the herbs, and drink the Daze River and Wei soup!"

The picture is deflected, the sky collapses and the ground sinks, a woman with a snake body cuts off the limbs of a huge turtle, and uses it as a pillar of heaven to maintain the four poles.

"Cut off the feet of the claws, and set up a pillar of heaven to upright Xuanhuang."

"Now it is still my straight spine!"

Suddenly, a burst of shouting was heard. In front of the large formation of the enemy, the battle of Huangdi Chiyou was unparalleled.

"In the formation of fish and dragons, no one will surrender when my gold and arms come out."

"If you die in the first battle, you will stay in the hero's soul and live in all directions!"

On the tribal flag billowing with gunpowder, the engraved flying kites are fluttering in the wind.

In the fog and desperate situation, the Big Dipper in the sky was gradually brightening and fading, guiding the path of that man.

"Flying kites as the flag, welcome me to the scene with the Big Dipper."

"Ninety thousand hectares in the Central Plains, I must write down the calendar Chapter 1!"

……

The first part of the chorus is over. Although the accompaniment in the middle is not long, it still sounds very rhythmic and dizzying.

Even the audience at Station 66, who had been hot and dissatisfied before, were stunned at the moment. They looked at each other and looked at the unpredictable big screen, and forgot to say anything. After a long time, Wei Ran sighed.

"It seems...not bad?"

Reporter Liu who originally planned to watch from the sidelines was already stunned, staring at the colorful screen for a long time, then waved his hand suddenly and instructed the cameraman under him: "Hurry up and turn on the camera! In the past, aim at the screen!"

"Understood, Brother Liu." The cameraman reacted quickly after being slightly stunned, and quickly deflected the camera, but he was pleasantly surprised.

"Tomorrow's headlines are coming!"

However, the images on the screen continued, and with the sound of deep and heavy chime bells, a picture was spread out and presented to everyone.

There is also that deep and magnetic female voice, which seems to be slowly telling those ancient and immortal legends.

"Visiting Kunlun also involved Xishanqi."

In the withered and barren desert, there is the light blue Crescent Spring, and tall buildings standing in the wind and sand, exquisitely carved with jade.

"Passing past painted walls."

In the soil, countless seals are precious and ancient.

"Or find the classics with inscriptions."

In the magnificent palace, the poet in white was lying drunk beside him, and Gao Lishi beside him had an ugly expression on his face.

"After drinking Qiankun, there is still heat in my throat!"

On Changyang Mountain, the man danced with his breasts as his eyes and his navel as his eyes, waving a qi in his hand, roaring to the sky, but refused to admit defeat.

"Changyangshan picked up a handful of relatives."

Above the laws of heaven, the fairies in fluttering white clothes taught the emperor his art of war.

"Nine Heavens Superior Mist Sees Mysterious Girl."

Above the waterfall, the turbulent water flow, the bright red carp leaps, and the roar of dragons and tigers.

"Ride a red carp and cruise around Longmen."

Cangjie watched silently, it was a process, and at some point, the wisdom of the ancestors gathered together.

"Create a [-]-character passage to break the mystery."

Immediately afterwards, the female voice suddenly accelerated, and vivid pictures flashed across the screen, including the poet Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs", the beautiful Xiangjiang River, and the looming beautiful woman.

"Du Ruohan Qiuguang."

"Nine songs and one dream come from the Xiangjiang River, which flows in the blood of the Chinese people."

Under Luoyang, in the water mansion, the lyre quietly plucked, Luoshen's beautiful face, and melodious melody pushed the accompaniment to its peak again.

"The lyre is melodious, I'll be drunk with He Bo."

"May I ask if the jade pendant is still in Luoyang?"

On the rolling waves, in the picture, a huge humming is looming.

"The East China Sea is vast, and the seven-foot red silk blows away the huge waves."

Huntian Ribbon, Qiankun Circle, and the flames of the Hot Wheels were so hot that they broke through the sky.

"Treading the golden wheel, the lotus blossoms in my six pupils!"

Holding a wind and thunder stick in his hand, the young man walked through the air, staring at the clouds with a haughty expression.

"The wind under the wings and the horn of Lei Mang made me a general."

The world of Daqiansha has reached Sumeru, and the stones have been rotten and the pines have withered for several autumns.Lu Dongbin wrote down such a few lines, and his poems came alive on the paper.

"Climbing the clouds, it will only take a while for the stones to rot and the pines to wither!"

At night, the white tiger had wings, eyes hanging and white forehead, majestic and majestic.

"At three o'clock, light up the lamp, and the tiger with a white forehead comes into the account at night."

The crowing of the phoenix could be faintly heard from Mount Qi, covering the sky and the sun.

"Out of Qishan, I looked up and saw the colorful phoenix descending!"

Find a city gate, the old man with fluttering white hair is majestic, looking down on all this with a sure chance of victory.

"The demon flag moves, and all the spirits bow their heads and call me king."

"It's up to me to take off the first list of Conferred Gods."

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The rhythmic melody and the deep yet rhyming lyrics can indeed be called a masterpiece.

It can even be said that among the products that are derived from the market today, there is no one who can beat them to the right.

"Teacher Chow Yun-fat... is really amazing?!" During the interlude, He Miao couldn't bear it any longer, her fists were clenched tightly, and her eyes were full of excitement.

And looking around, the crowd around them all had the same expressions, as if they didn't know that from a certain moment, this group of people let go of the previous hostility, and even said that they didn't know whether Mr. Chow Yun-fat plagiarized this article. In fact, it doesn't matter anymore.

"Looking at it now, it's true that Juvenile Literature won!" The little girl's tone was extremely excited, "This song is really good. No wonder Juvenile Literature dared to release it. This is simply crushing?" !"

However, when the eldest lady heard it, she shook her head amusedly, "However, I think it seems that juvenile literature didn't intend to use this song to determine the winner from the very beginning."

"Huh?" He Miao was stunned, and looked at the expression on Xiaojie's face, a little puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Look down and you'll know." The eldest lady chuckled, but didn't answer, she reached out and touched her head, "There will be more powerful ones later."

And the screen began to iterate rapidly, different buildings, different dynasties, like passing clouds, rapidly changing on the screen.

Deserts, oases, mountains, seas, and vast territories are fully revealed in the eyes of everyone.

Mr. Chen was startled, and vaguely realized something, and an ominous feeling spread in his heart.

The female voice was still chanting affectionately.

"The age of mythology, twists and turns into a corridor in the blink of an eye."

"Thousands of years later, it is the coat of arms in my palm."

"Heroes in the past, or mottled in the hall of vermilion lacquer."

"But also, the mountains are high, the sea is wide, the sky is vast!"

"Oops!" Mr. Chen suddenly widened his eyes and screamed. Looking at everything that was suddenly displayed on the screen, he suddenly understood what it was that Huang Bian was able to handle with ease from beginning to end.

But it was already too late, and the noise that should have been so abrupt seemed so insignificant at the moment. At some point, even the audience at Station 66 were staring at the big screen attentively.

The picture on the screen has turned into black and white, and the previously dynamic and well-crafted animation has gradually become more realistic. On the black and white screen, traces of time engraved on it are revealed.

"How can there be fire? Take the brilliance of the stars to shine everywhere!"

"On the Central Plains, who raised the whip to start the calendar!"

Countless magazines were blooming, and the icon of "New Youth" flashed past.

The boy stood up stubbornly. Under the incomprehensible eyes of his classmates, he almost stubbornly said that he should study for the rise of China.

The parade on the street was deafening, it was a group spontaneously organized by students.

The title on the envelope was wiped off by someone, and another stroke was written in thick ink. A single spark can start a prairie fire.

"Passing through Kunlun, the sun and moon in the pot warm the turbid wine."

"Thanks to my enthusiasm, I have written a collection of comic books in Langhuan!"

Flipping through the screen quickly, it is a documentary shot one by one. The flood fighting in [-], under the huge disaster, there are chests connected with each other.

"Look through the chapters, escape into the legend and make some absurdity."

"Go back 5000 years, let me claim to be the first in the world! One!"

In the last shot, the rising rocket gradually blurred, overlapping with some unknown figure, making it unclear.

It was a huge dragon, extremely majestic, even if it broke its palms and teeth, pulled out its scales, blinded its eyes and broken its claws, it fell into the shallows.

Even if you are deceived, despised, bullied, and spurned, but.

A dragon is still a dragon.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, roaring towards the sky, unyielding and majestic.

One day, everyone will witness his king order the world.

"mad!!!"

This roar seemed to go straight to the heart, and the audience around looked at it blankly, and after a long time, they didn't think about what kind of expression they should make at this moment.

But Huang Bian and the others stood up, and together with a group of juvenile literature staff on the rostrum, they bowed their hands towards the camera.

Then, laugh.

"I would like to bring "Wan Shen Ji" and "Wukong Biography", on behalf of all the staff of Juvenile Literature, to congratulate the motherland on the complete success of the 08 Olympic Games, and wish the athletes of the country to achieve excellent results!"

Chapter 57 55, so he's a clown, I'm a master

The PV is not long, and the whole article is less than a 5-minute progress bar.

However, 5 minutes later, when the screen fell into darkness again.

When the spotlights of the entire venue were turned on again, everything returned to normal.

The audience around them fell into a deathly silence.

Whether it was station 66, or juvenile literature, or the media reporter who wrote about it, or Mr. Chen who was sitting on the rostrum with his arms folded and a sneer on his face.

At this moment, their eyes widened, as if they hadn't recovered from the disbelief.

Chen Bowen looked around, only thinking that he should open his mouth to save something in this strange situation?

"Have you finished reading it? Next, please explain to your company how to deal with plagiarism incidents?"

Chen Bowen frowned, and then sneered: "Don't say you don't care, the harm your company has done to us can no longer be resolved with just an apology. We hope that this matter can be answered quickly at station 66. It is best, It's today?"

After talking, the eldest lady who listened shook her head in a funny way.

Emotionally, he naively thought that if he hadn't lost in the 66 rounds, he would still have the capital to compete with juvenile literature.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, a roar from around him blurted out.