Chapter 55 foreword

Yan Leisheng The story of "Tian Xing Jian" originated from an idea more than ten years ago.At that time, I wrote a "Famous Sword" in my notebook. The plot is roughly like this: the Republican Army broke through the imperial capital of Wuyun City, and a soldier Fengyun of the Guards fled into the desert in the west with several robes from the same army, preparing to flee south. Go to the Xianghu Kingdom, the only remaining vassal state in the empire.On the edge of the desert, they were overtaken by the pursuers. After fighting hard, only Fengyun entered the desert alone.In the desert, he met the sand robber King Jialuo's family. He was defeated and captured, but the knife master of the Jialuo tribe rescued him. The two fled together, but they were caught up by the chasing King Jialuo. After a fierce fight, Fengyun fell into a sand cave, and finally met a robot No. 11.With the help of No. 11, he finally escaped to the Xianghu Country, first became a slave of the Grand Duke Qingyue of the Xianghu Country, and after helping him win the swordsmanship competition, he was favored by the Prince Xianghu and took it for his own use. Becoming the commander of the Xianghu Kingdom's guards has also become a tool to contend with Xianghu's power minister Zeng Tian.At this time, King Xianghu decided to proclaim the emperor, and then went to the Northern Expedition to the Republican Army. At this time, he discovered that one of the three great princes, Cang Yue Gong, had changed. Young Master and Princess Bailan.When I wrote 300,000 words, one of the books was suddenly thrown away. I may have thrown it away as garbage, so it was boring and put it aside.

In 2000, I suddenly remembered this story, because it was really similar to Huang Yi's "The Great Swordsman".So start over.At that time, I wanted to write only a short story of 20,000 to 30,000 words, but after writing half of it, I found that the writing was too hasty, so I planned to add more content.But still throw it there.After a year, I started to write again, and I was still not satisfied after looking at it again, so I just kept writing without deciding the number of words.Unexpectedly, this writing was out of control. It took a year to type out 240,000 characters, which is the first part of "Tian Xing Jian", "City of Fire", and the first paragraph became Chapter One.

To be honest, street stall literature is a blasphemy to literature. This kind of story is nothing more than giving one's imagination a home, but after writing it, it is still a treasure.Continue to write, until now, it has become a tome with more than one million words. When I wrote the first paragraph, I am afraid that I did not even think of it. "Spreading Wings" is a biography of "Tian Xing Jian".Among the rumors, this may be the longest. It has been written more than 70,000 words, and it may reach 112,000 after writing it all.The content is actually plagiarized from a Soviet novel "Forty-first".Not many people have read this novel. It is said that a female Red Army soldier had forty scratches on her gun because she killed forty white bandits.Once she caught a white bandit, and on the way back, this handsome white bandit rescued the female soldier who was stuck in the mud.The two developed feelings.It seems that it should be a happy ending, but at the end, when the white bandit saw his team, he rushed over excitedly and recklessly. However, just when he thought he was free, a bullet flew from behind, He became the forty-first ghost who died under the gun of the female warrior.

This novel was originally made into a movie in the Soviet Union, and it also attracted criticism.Regarding Russian and Soviet literature, apart from Brechev's science fiction, I don't like much. I only remember Yevtushenko's "Berrys Are Everywhere" and a Chinese novel by Astafyev who wrote "Fish King". "Meteor".The former is a satirical novel, but the latter is a simple love story. A young Russian soldier had a hopeless and sad love affair with a female nurse during the Great Patriotic War. This "Forty-first" also left me Make a deep impression.It's just that adapting such a good work from garbage novels is really unsalty and abrupt.

In 1983, the teacher gave us a composition title called "When I Grow Up", and I wrote that I wanted to be a writer.Now, of course, I have grown up. Halfway through the journey of seventy in my life, I have gradually stepped into the evening scene of Sangyu.Yao Sui's "Drunken Song" has a saying: "There are three watches on the pillow for prosperity and decline, and four mergers in the puppet field. The illusion of life is always in vain, and a few introspection in the face of danger." I am afraid that there are few people who can introspect in the face of danger, so people are depressed. Although the literary dream has woken up early, there are still some fragments, and I will still write it down, even though I know that what I write down can only be a disaster at best, and it is not worth much in exchange for a few cigarettes. I want to write down.The former Anhui sage Zhang Xinyuan couldn't bear to see the traffickers and pawns indulge in talking about swordsmanship and private life in the back garden, and wrote tens of millions of words.I am not stupid, I only wish to learn to walk far away.

Copy an original sequence.I read this novel for the first time when I was a sophomore in high school, and when I read the following passage, I felt so depressed. "My work is also, I first thought about it, thinking that when I write novels, how can I make people want to read my books? Then I think about it further, how can I make people read my novels and benefit? Thinking about it so far, why is this necessary? Readers Mr. Gong, after his work is over, after tea and wine, he may feel bored, or come to it by accident, and read it briefly to kill a moment of his time. And the words in my book may not trap the reader's injustice. The road is over. I dare not talk about doctrine, nor do I dare to talk about articles. When I write novels, people can read them without denying that they are novels, and I have completed my mission. Now someone reproaches me for being shallow, and I am happy I think it is shallow; now someone accuses me of being boring, but I am happy to think that it is boring. Since the novel is a popular text, it is unavoidable to be shallow and boring if I write for it. "

Faith is a word.Servant Weiwei.