The man got off the car and smiled at the old man who was watering the flower field. But before he could say hello, the old man waved his hand impatiently: "Stop your car inside, don't stop this, it's a problem."

Wang Qiyuan quickly asked the driver to park the car in the open space in front of the door, and walked to the flower field. Seeing that the old man was carrying a kettle to water the bunch of roses, he hurriedly said, "Teacher Zhang, I'll come, I'll do it."

He reached out to pick up the kettle that the old man was carrying. The old man waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, don't be polite. The manuscript is there, go and read it yourself."

Wang Qiyuan had seen Fang Qianxue. He hadn't seen him for many years, and there was almost no change in Fang Qianxue. He greeted him politely and saw a young man in plaster sitting under the grape trellis reading a book. He also nodded with a smile and walked into the pergola.

Zhang Shouyi took Zhang Wei to the field to help with work, and only Fang Qianxue and Zhang Yang were left here. His mother helped to clean up the flower fields. Zhang Yang sat on the grape trellis to read the book. Seeing Wang Qiyuan sitting down in front of the desk, he opened the paperweight manuscript pressed by the paper, but stopped reading the book and started reading Wang Qiyuan.

Wang Qiyuan is a student of Zhang Cong. He worked in Xiake Literature and was taken care of by the elderly. He was always grateful. Unfortunately, the old man refused all visitors after he closed the pen. At first, he would occasionally come here with excuses several times when he had time. Later, he changed jobs and went to the window. He felt ashamed of his mentor who introduced him to Xiake. He was promoted and was busy with work, so he never came again.

However, he still remembered the old man's kindness. When I received a call last night, I could describe it with great care. This was not because of the old man's comeback, but because the old man chose to come back and contacted him as soon as possible.

"My teacher has never blamed me!"

Under this idea, even the old man's comeback work became less important. However, the moment he picked up the manuscript, the five black characters "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" came into view, which still caused a great impact on him:

"It's not a manuscript. How can the old man use a computer?"

After passing this thought, he began to calm down and read. After only half a page, he secretly praised in his heart: "The old man has been writing for more than six years, and his writing skills are not unfamiliar, and he seems to be more sophisticated!"

After reading half a page, I thought to myself: "Well... the style has also been greatly changed, but it is better!"

After watching it, I didn't have the intention to think about it anymore, and was completely immersed in this martial arts world that was completely different from his previous understanding. Even the employees who acted as drivers walked in without even realizing it.

Zhang Yang saw the expected shock and shocking expression on Wang Qiyuan's face, which had a scar, and was satisfied. He was about to continue reading when he saw Wang Qiyuan's driver also came.

This man was about 20 years old and had an ordinary appearance. He smiled and nodded with Zhang Yang. He said hello and went into the awning. Seeing that Editor-in-Chief Wang was reading the manuscript, he didn't dare to disturb him. He picked up the pages that Editor-in-Chief Wang had read and looked at them quietly.

Zhang Yang set his eyes on his face again, and soon withdrew his gaze with satisfaction again and continued reading.

Fang Qianxue picked up some ripe grapes, picked them, washed them by the well, brought them over, Zhang Yang lowered his voice and shouted "Mom...", Fang Qianxue glared at him angrily, then took a bunch of them to his son and then gave them to the guests.

Wang Qiyuan thanked him, and didn't care about eating, so he continued to look down.

The old man watered the flowers and washed his hands. Although Wang Qiyuan and the others were immersed in the martial arts world, they still noticed that they were about to get up quickly. The old man waved his hand and sat down opposite the desk, asking them to eat grapes.

Wang Qiyuan re-confirmed, still not caring about eating, and a happy and excited expression appeared on his face, which had a scar, and said, "Is this the teacher's new work? I have only read it twice, but I just look at the pattern of the beginning. You are going to reform the old and create a new era for the entire martial arts novel!"

The young man next to him agreed and admired with a look of "That's right, I feel it the same way!"

The old man said, "This statement is not an exaggeration, but the book was not written by me."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Wang Qiyuan wanted to praise him a few more words, and the words were all over his mouth. When he heard the second half of the sentence, he choked back and said in a daze: "Didn't you write it? That's..."

The old man turned around and pointed under the grape trellis, "Written by my grandson."

"ah?"

Wang Qiyuan opened his mouth wide and looked at the young face under the grape trellis, who was no longer than twenty years old no matter how he looked.

The young man next to him was also shocked and suspicious, looking "Yes, I can't believe this is true."

Zhang Yang smiled slightly at the two of them, got up and walked over with a crutch.

The old man said, "No, it's just him. If I could write such a novel, I wouldn't have to close my pen back then."

Wang Qiyuan was still a little unacceptable and said uncertainly: "Your grandson... I remember that he was Zhang Yang, right? How old are you this year?"

Zhang Yang sat down on the stool next to the pergola and smiled and said, "Next month's 18th birthday."

"What grade?"

"School starts with senior high school."

“Where to read?”

"No. 2 Middle School."

"Is it... Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School?"

Seeing Zhang Yang nodding, Wang Qiyuan finally found a reason to convince himself to accept this fact.

The young man next to him also looked as if he was "It turned out to be a student from No. 2 Middle School, no wonder it was."

Wang Qiyuan looked down at the words and phrases on the manuscript again, and then looked at Zhang Yang's youthful and excessive face, and still felt that he had subverted his cognition.

When the old man saw that he was still confused about this, he still said impatiently: "I'll call you to see if this "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is qualified to be serialized in your hard work. If it's OK, please give me a correct word. If it doesn't work, I'll call Li Shaogang again and ask him to come and have a look."

Wang Qiyuan said that Li Shaogang was in the capital and could not come, but he quickly said, "Okay, okay, of course."

He knew in his heart that the old man had found himself, he was inclined to be his own side, and it was unlikely that he would call the knight again, calm down and smiled, "You are really a family source of knowledge. If you hadn't said it yourself, I really wouldn't have imagined that this was a text that an 18-year-old child could write."

The old man turned to Zhang Yang and said, "This is going to test you."

Wang Qiyuan said a little embarrassedly: "No, no, teacher, I don't dare to sit down if you say this. I'm just curious. Zhang Yang was young, how could he think of writing martial arts novels?"

The old man said: "Is there anyone else who stipulates how old it is to write?"

Wang Qiyuan was criticized again and said helplessly: "Teacher, I know you are angry, but when people go to a high place, the knight has the kindness of knowing me, but I can't just stay under him, Li Shaogang for this, right? I owe you, but I don't owe him the knight. If you want to scold me, I will stand here and let you curse me. After the scolding, let's talk about something else, will it be better?"

Zhang Yang listened to the old things inside and glanced at the young man next to him. The young man also looked like "Don't look at me, I'm very curious but I don't know anything."

The old man also knew that he couldn't blame others for changing jobs, but he was unhappy. However, Wang Qiyuan was no longer the young boy of the past, so he said so again. In front of his subordinates, he couldn't say anything about it, so he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it, the past is happening."

Teacher Wang Qiyuan didn't really want to blame him, so he felt relieved and then looked at Zhang Yang.

The young man next to him also looked at Zhang Yang curiously, recalling the content of the stories he had just read, with an expression of "I don't want to doubt it, it's really incredible."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I have read martial arts novels since I was a child, but I think those martial arts novels are not the same as the martial arts I imagined."

He took out the words he said to the old man yesterday and said, "In my opinion, these are all young heroes."

"Then what do you think is a hero?"

"The greatest hero is to serve the country and the people."

Martial arts novels are now showing signs of decline. Wang Qiyuan has been engaged in martial arts novels for many years, so he is certainly clear about this. In fact, when the old man finished writing, martial arts novels had already developed to the end. Over the past six years, many people in the industry, including the four martial arts masters, have also been working hard to find a direction to break the deadlock, with a slight effect, but when it comes to breaking the shackles, it is still far from the old to the new.

Now that he heard these eight words and remembered the opening of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Wang Qiyuan felt enlightened. He was excited and said with high high and high praise: "Well said!"
Chapter completed!