No matter what era it is, as a child, everyone wants to be a hero. Watching cartoons, I fantasize about getting a set of Iron King Kong in the future. When I read Journey to the West, I want to become the Monkey King who has traveled hundreds of thousands of miles. As we get older and older, many so-called realities continue to make us "realize" that the dream of becoming a hero in the past turned out to be an illusory journey that must be passed through childhood.We responded with a smile, but never missed it. So we chose other life goals, becoming engineers, store managers, actors, teachers, and novelists.If you want to watch "Heroes", you just open the comics, go into the cinema, and watch those illusory images that belong only to you in the past.Or comfort yourself, if you can play your role in society well, be a good father, you are a hero.

But such a hero is nothing but a compromise with reality, or simply succumbing to the "redefinition" of reality.After all, heroes are inherently surreal idiosyncrasies, existing for some surreal and terrifying evil, so they are not needed. However, what if one day, aliens from another galaxy invade the earth?What if Kuzilla ran out of the sea?What if the demon party creates mechanical beasts?We don't even have Aqiang One! Even so, I, who once wanted to transform myself into an atomic little King Kong, lost my dream of becoming a hero, so I had to hide in novels to create one hero after another who persisted in my dreams, and regarded them as a beautiful extension of my soul.Self-proclaimed online novel classic production machine, it is better to say that my brain has always been a studio for creating heroes.

Whether it's the spider city in "Kung Fu", or the telegraph poles in "Kung Fu", or the black forest where the killing sounds shook the sky in "Howl of Wolves", or the haunted Tokyo in "Fate Hunter", , I have been thinking about the posture of a hero, dreaming of a hero. Shaolin Temple, a scene that is so old that it starts to turn yellow and rot without needing to be said, a basic setting that exists in countless martial arts novels that everyone is familiar with and listless, it seems that no freshness can be born, and no blood can be squeezed out.

However, I have already connected the plug of the studio in my head to the long-dead Shaolin, switched the switch to the most lifeless dark age, and marked it as the product of Nine Knives.Even, secretly playing a character who is extremely similar to himself.