Chapter 1067

After one night, several women's faces were tired. At breakfast time, Meng Huo saw that Shen Jie yawned several times.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" He asked strangely.

"It's very late after reading your novel. I didn't sleep for hours." Shen Jie replied that she finished reading the book "Legend of swordsman" at one go and went to bed at three in the evening.

"You're crazy, too." Meng Huo shook his head, while the old lady on one side laughed: "I saw it late last night. If I were younger, maybe I would be the same as Shen Jie."

"Have you finished?" Shen Jie asks curiously.

"No, it's not urgent. I haven't seen this kind of novel for a long time. I'm going to read it slowly." The old lady looked at Meng Huo admiringly. When she was reading the novel last night, she almost forgot to sleep.

"Your novel is very good. Have you found a lot of information?"

"Yes."

Meng Huo nodded, which was different from the script. When he created the novel "Legend of swordsmen", he combined more classical materials of the world, and wrote the content as true and charming as possible.

"It's amazing. There are not many people who can write so professionally now."

The old lady said that she was really surprised to see the legend of the swordsman last night. In addition to the language and story, the novel also has amazing literary heritage.

Although it is a fictional story, the novel gives people a feeling that it is like a classic adapted into modern language. There are a lot of poems and odes, but it is not abrupt. The combination of Chinese history and culture with fantasy stories is so good that the old lady is amazed.

"I can see your intention. It must have been revised many times. Every word must have been refined." "This novel will be more popular than Wukong Zhuan after it is finished," she told Meng Huo

The novel of the legend of swordsmen has not been finished yet. What Meng Huo handed over to several people yesterday was only the first part of the script adaptation. However, the old lady saw Meng Huo's exquisite craftsmanship. If he can maintain this level, the legend of swordsmen will surpass that of Wukong.

Although Wukong Zhuan is good, its central idea is a little extreme, and it is not popular. However, there is no such feeling in Xianjian Qixia Zhuan, and the type is also suitable for Chinese people.

"I dare not expect it to be better than Wukong Zhuan."

Meng Huo has a bitter smile. In terms of influence alone, the original biography of swordsmen is more powerful than the biography of Wukong. However, the novel and the original work out of his hand can no longer be said to be a story. Except for the general framework of the story, almost all the details are created by him.

Although Meng Huo is satisfied with his novel, he has never sold it to the public. He is not confident that it can surpass Wukong Zhuan.

"You don't have to worry. I'll just say yes." The old lady laughed: "I've read novels for most of my life. You are the second one to surprise me. You can't be wrong."

"The second one?" Li Qin is a little curious: "who is the first one?"

"Ji Xin." Answered the old lady.

Li Qin nods, and Meng Huo has an impression of this name - he can't have no impression. Ji Xin is the great master of Chinese fantasy novels, the vice president of Chinese Writers Association, and is known as the woman who shapes Longteng.

Her position in the fiction world is similar to Meng Huo's in the comic book world. It is said that Dong Ding made Longteng the overlord just because he found Ji Xin.

If it wasn't for Ji Xin's indifference to comics and her never authorized her works to be adapted into comics, she might have become Meng Huo's strong enemy.

"You hold me too high."

Meng Huo said cautiously that Ji Xin is a top-ranking writer in the field of Chinese fiction. After Wu Kong Zhuan came out, no one compared him with Ji Xin. Now how can this specious biography of fairy swordsman say so well?

"No, the Taoism in your book is very good. You know a lot about the ancient books of Taoism. Just this, this book can't be different."

The old lady praised him.

Meng Huo scratched his head. As expected, he was too flattered.

He didn't know about Taoist ancient books. There are a lot of materials that are the baptism of immortal and chivalrous novels in his last life. In fact, immortal and chivalrous novels are born out of Taoist culture and legends. Many classic things have been extracted, and Meng Huo can find them directly in his memory.

"The characters in the biography of swordsmen are really worth collecting. Ji Xin's original manuscript can sell millions. If you write it by hand, I think you can sell so much."

Alice praised that Meng Huo's hand-painted cartoons can sell at a high price, but now it seems that novels can do the same.Unfortunately, this is not written by Meng Huo. The speed of handwritten novels is quite slow, and the physical requirements are also very high. Meng Huo preferred computer writing.

"When will this go on sale?"

Shen Jie asked.

"Not for the time being."

Meng Huo replied that he didn't have the idea to make a novel for sale. This time, it was mostly his experiment. He wanted to know how much he could do. Just let them see it. Do you want to sell it in the future or wait for the cartoon to come out.

"I'll turn it into a cartoon first, and if it gets hot, I'll sell the novel." Meng Huo said, and then asked the three humanitarians, "when you look at the legend of swordsmen, do you think this is my work?"

"No Alice first replied, "this style is so different from your previous works that I can't believe it was written by the same person."

Shen Jie agreed: "I don't think so. Your previous comics can't match this time. The legend of swordsman has the flavor of classic swordsman."

Although Meng Huo used a lot of Xianxia flavor in Inuyasha before, that kind of Xianxia is a bit like the one in the sky and fantasy world, while Xianjian Qixia reminds people of the real ancient times - it has a sense of substitution.

In particular, this book takes Taoism as the core, which can hardly be seen in He Xi's previous works. If he didn't say it himself, Shen Jie thinks that no one would have thought that He Xi would be the author of the biography of swordsmen.

"I haven't finished reading your past works, but in the works I have seen, I really can't find the feeling similar to the legend of the swordsman." At this time, the old lady also spoke, but with the same meaning as the two granddaughters in law.

Meng Huo's heart relaxed - that's all right. These people said that they would not see through him, so Meng Huo chose "Legend of the swordsman" to make his debut in Zhongxia company.

Looking at the four of them chatting for a long time, Li Qin couldn't get in and was a little sulky. In fact, she also likes Meng Huo's novel very much. Unfortunately, there are some poems, allusions and legends about monsters in it, which she can't understand very well.

The next day, Li Qin was filled with anger. In order to read the novel, she also learned to search for information on the Internet, and finally finished it.

But after reading it, she still didn't know how to express her love for Meng Huo like the other three people. After thinking for a long time, she found the opportunity to say something to Meng Huo

"That novel is very good, just like watching a movie. You should show me the rest."

Although Meng Huo was a little surprised, Li Qin rarely showed her love for a certain work so clearly. Just in a word, Meng Huo had the motivation to write all the novels of the legend of swordsmen this holiday.

However, the Spring Festival is closely followed. Meng Huo put the story of the novel after the Spring Festival. On the day of the Spring Festival, the old lady suddenly proposed to go out and sweep the tomb.

"Grave sweeping? Why today? " Li Qin was very surprised. In previous years, they used to sweep tombs after the new year. Old women like to spend the new year together. How has this year changed?

"Meng Huo is busy writing books after Chinese new year, and Shen Jie doesn't have a few days off, so she is going to work for Chinese New Year. Today, everyone is free, so we finish everything first."

The old lady's face didn't allow to question. After discussion, it was true that today was the most leisure day, so she took the next people out to sweep the grave.

It's a pity that the weather didn't work out as expected. Halfway out, it suddenly began to rain.

"Why is it so rainy this winter?" Li Qin complained and then asked the old lady anxiously if she wanted to go back: "we'd better come back another day."

"No... it's just today..." the old lady seems to be very stubborn for some reason. She looks at the misty sky and says, "it's better to sweep the grave in rain."

Li Qin was a little worried about the old lady and Alice's health, but the next people prepared rain gear in advance, everything was ready, and she said nothing more.

But along the way, Meng Huo found that the old lady was very quiet. The closer she got to her destination, the less she seemed to say.

"What's the matter?"

Meng Huo felt an inexplicable sense of disobedience. He didn't know where the sense of disobedience was, but nothing happened until he got off the bus.

The ancestral tombs of the Meng family are often taken care of, and the road is not difficult to walk. When they walk on the hillside, they see a strange scene. On another ramp hundreds of meters away, a line of people in black with umbrellas are walking down from it.

In the drizzle, even Meng Huo, who has the best eyesight, can't see the appearance of that group of people. The other party obviously has the same professional bodyguard protection as them, and the inner people are not seen by anyone."Who are those people?"

Alice was very surprised. She was also surprised when she found these people just now. Fortunately, she and Meng Huo didn't seem to be found by each other, and they didn't show any abnormal behavior.

"Isn't this the only cemetery for the Meng family?"

Meng Huo frowned and asked. He remembers what the old lady said a few years ago. There is no other people's cemetery here. It's the private land of the Meng family. So... Who are those people?

"..." the old lady looked at those people and did not speak. She did not take Meng Huo and others up until they left.

"Your grandfather told me before he died... After he died, I can sweep the grave at any time, but I'm not allowed to come here during the Spring Festival." The old lady walked slowly and said, "I used to think he was afraid of my loneliness and wanted me to have a good Chinese New Year. Now I understand why he said that."

"I know those people just now... They are also from the Meng family." "I haven't seen them for decades," she said

Meng Huo's several people were at a loss. At this time, they had already come to the front of the ancestral tomb. There were some tributes in front of the tomb, including apples, wine and meat, as well as a letter like thing.

"I think they come every year." The old lady picked up the letter tremblingly and said, "these wine will be put away tomorrow... The purpose is not to be found by me."

At this time, Li Qin, who is closest to the old lady, suddenly noticed the words on the letter - "to mother".

These three words suddenly sounded like bombs in her brain, mother - whose mother? To the ancestors under the tombstone? Obviously impossible!

Who is that for? She? Shen Jie? Alice—— It's impossible. This letter is for the old lady. She must have known about it in advance.

There is only one person in the world who calls an old lady a mother.

"Meng Chu!" Li Qin suddenly turned around and ran down the mountain. Several bodyguards immediately followed him.

Shen Jie and Alice looked at each other, Meng Huo's face slightly white: "just that group of people, there is my father, right?"

"..." the old lady looked back at Meng Huo: "except us, your father is the only one in the Meng family. The group just now are your father's guards. They were the best people in the Meng family."

"Did you know they came to sweep the grave?"

"I didn't know until last night, either."

The old lady bent down, put the things one by one in front of the tombstone, then sprinkled the wine and said, "someone told me last night that your father would come here to sweep the grave on this day of every year - only I was kept in the dark."

"Why are you so calm?" Meng Huo asked, "since you know, why didn't you stop them just now?"

"No one can stop your father. Unless he appears in front of you, you can't see him even if it's near. Li Qin chases him... But if he doesn't see her, she won't see him."

Listening to the old lady's seemingly calm words, Meng Huo sneered: "where is your son sacred?"

He didn't even want to scream at his father. Maybe he was angry, maybe he was cold - but Meng Huo is quite unhappy now. What's the reason for that father? If we don't talk about losing our wife and children, even our mother won't see us. Why is such a man his father?

"I don't know who he is, what he's doing, why he can't be found with the resources of the Meng family... But I'm sure there's a reason for him not to see him. Maybe, just like in the TV series, in order not to hurt us, he just ignores us."

"Why do you believe him so much?"

"Because he is my child!"

The old lady looked back at Meng Huo and said, "there is no reason. He is my child. I will believe him. Meng Huo, your father will love you."

"No way! He won't... "

Meng Huo's words stopped.

"You can't make a decision so easily. You should run over and ask him." Alice took his hand and said with a smile, "I want you to ask him and untie the knot in your heart."

"I'll go with you if he dares to say he doesn't love you." Shen Jie on one side clenched her fist: "I can help you flat him!"