My book friend Long Aotian

Chapter 11 What? You also watch "Legend of the Imperial Battle"?
Now that the relationship between father and son has been established, I have no choice but to write a great story.

Although it would be a mess if I wrote it myself, but Long Aotian just needs a cool and awesome story, so why should I write it myself?
After all, you see, after traveling through time, don’t the protagonists of many online novels have to copy poems to show off?

They can copy, but I can’t?
——If I ask you to copy Li Bai, if I ask you to copy Su Shi, if I ask you to use the Qingyu Case, if I ask you to let your love last forever, if I ask you to let your life be like the first time we met, I will still copy you harshly!
After all, he has seen so many similar plots of copying poems to show off that Li Bailong had no psychological burden at all when copying these online articles - you write this kind of plots all day long, so it's only natural that you get copied!
So, he copied out many classic scenes based on the remaining memories of his previous life, which made Long Aotian applaud again and again, saying that they were much better than what you wrote yourself.

——Shut up, damn, this is so annoying.

Following the same method, he invited Kong Yiji and others to copy books. The quantity and quality were far better than before, and it was sure to be a big hit. Long Aotian was so happy that he scratched his ears and cheeks, as if he saw the dawn of hope.

However, after distributing the manuscript this time, for a full three days, there was not a single drop of wish power received.

What a joke, is there a little police officer who can intercept the law enforcement of wills across time and space?
Because it’s copied, so it’s not okay?
After checking it out, Long Aotian was furious.

The good news is that plagiarism is also okay. Readers who read the cool and awesome proud novels plagiarized by Li Bailong can also generate proud wishes.

The bad news is...

"The power of will has crossed time and space and gone to [beep——]! He is the original author! Damn! How can this guy be so worthy? If the power of will is given to him, will he use it!?"

what?
And this thing?
Li Bailong didn't know whether there would be such a thing as willpower on Earth... probably not, at least according to online articles, there shouldn't be.

——If so, then online writers should be in a high-risk profession in the field of andrology. After all, facing the curse of shortness all day long is something that even a person born with great talents cannot bear.

Since the copied cool article was totally useless, he destroyed all the copied manuscripts and cleared the name of the great writer [beep——].

As a result, there are more sad people in this cold other world.

In his mind, Long Aotian, who had caught nothing, looked at him pitifully... He looked like a dog whose French fries were taken away by a swooping seagull, and he was in the most pain at this moment.

If Li Bailong was willing to get him more fries, he even seemed willing to call him godfather more.

no solution anymore.

I can only write original works by myself.

In fact, there is indeed a contempt chain for online literature. Readers who have read too much commercial and cool literature will inevitably have higher-level reading needs, and will have a negative and contemptuous attitude towards the books they liked to read before.

Li Bailong happens to be at this stage of being a "great god in the field of online literature" (reader version). He likes sharp reviews and has clear likes and dislikes, which are manifested in his disdain and criticism of more basic commercial novels. Simply put, he thinks that the kind of cool and domineering novels that Long Aotian wants are a bunch of shit.

This isn't a big deal, everyone has the right to choose what they like and dislike, but it's really terrible when you obviously hate this kind of shit but have to make a bunch of the same thing.

There is no choice. Since I have chosen myself as a father, I have to take responsibility. This is the highest contract in the man's field - there is no need for a written agreement or even a verbal agreement. As long as I call you dad, I will do whatever you ask me to do, no matter how hard it takes.

...Otherwise I would have to shout back twice as much, which would be so embarrassing.

Scratching his head, feeling helpless, racking his brains, recalling classic scenes from many famous works, Li Bailong went back and forth, piecing together the pieces, and finally got the masterpiece on the right track.

The title of the book is "Legend of Huangji Battle of Heaven".

The hero is named Long Zhantian, with handsome features and a strong build. His hobbies are beauties and wine. His weapon is the flute, his mount is a holy dragon, and his ambition is to dominate the world.

After it was released, readers were shocked.

The power of vows comes together greatly.

As a result, Long Aotian stabilized his soul, nourished his will, and stopped the trend of his injuries worsening.

He divided the power of wish into two parts and gave the other half to Li Bailong. He also spent several months compiling two sets of unique martial arts that were most suitable for Li Bailong. In this way, he healed his injuries, Li Bailong improved his martial arts, the general public saw the cool article, the booksellers made money, and everyone had a bright future.

...No, there is a dark cloud floating in the sky of Li Bailong's bright future.

The sales of the first three volumes can be said to be steady and improving, and had a good start, but as sales grew and the pie became bigger, it did attract more attention and unnecessary focus.

When the manuscript was being submitted last night, a female detective suddenly appeared, causing alarm bells to rise in Li Bailong's heart.

Although he believed that writing a good story was a necessary means to help Long Aotian heal his wounds, to be fair, he really didn't dare to let his master and fellow martial artists know that he wrote this...

--You see, this plot is all about killing and rape all day long. Although beneath these superficial plots lies the author's accusation and ridicule of this absurd world, and conveys the author's deep universalist feelings and yearning for truth, goodness and beauty, the readers are not at that level and cannot see it.

——So some people can only see the vulgar appearance, and instead of feeling ashamed of their own low level, they turn around and accuse my book of being vulgar. It makes me angry that there are such injustices in the world. How can we, the helpless and weak writers, maintain our pure reputation?

To sum up, because he was worried that his senior teachers were not at that level and could not read his deep love and accusation towards the world, Li Bailong could only remain unknown and conceal his talent.

After all, creators are always lonely... "--Even if I say so, the senior masters will just sneer and clean up the mess!"

The more popular the book became, the more he feared that his master would find out, and the more he feared that his fellow martial artists would discover it. However, for Li Bailong, this was not the only worry.

And...damn, this book is selling so well!

According to Long Aotian and the bookseller’s feedback, the “Legend of the Imperial Battle Heaven” is not only popular in Huazhou, but has even begun to spread to other cities…

It's really weird. His masterpiece, which is carefully crafted and full of connotation, has very few people who like it, while this simple and crude novel with a simple plot has a lot of people who like it...

The more popular a book sells, the more people will discuss it. There will be more people who like it, but there will also be more people who hate it. Yesterday I heard that many book lovers were criticizing this thing, and then even the female police chief started to get involved.

Li Bailong couldn't imagine what would happen if his identity was suddenly exposed when the book became more and more popular and people were discussing and criticizing it everywhere.

How would he defend himself when facing the shocked gaze of the leader?

Should I smile brightly and shout, "What? You're also watching "Legend of the Imperial Battle Heaven"?"

Thinking of this, Li Bailong became more and more uneasy, wondering when this day would end.

"Ao Bao, Ao Bao, when are we going to finish the book? Mom is scared."

"Don't be crazy, what a mess."

Aozi was obviously busy with work and didn't pay attention to Li Bailong's uneasiness. He said, "By the way, I have recently gathered my willpower and recovered some of my strength. I have created a new magical power..."

"…What magical power?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Bailong felt a map appear in front of him, similar to a holographic projection, as if it was presented directly in his mind - looking at the location of the area, it was Lin County, and there were many dense gold dots marked on the map, and some of it was black.

"What's this?"

"The distribution map of willpower!" Long Aotian said proudly, "Someone reads your book and admires and envies my Aotian Way, and then will have willpower. This is their approximate distribution. These are all good people. Should we give them some rice?"

Li Bailong was not concerned about this: "What does black mean?"

Long Aotian hesitated for a moment, a little puzzled: "The black one is the wish power that cannot be gathered."

"Ah? Why is that? Since they have generated the power of will, it is natural that they think the story is good. Since they think the story is good, why can't the power of will be collected and used?"

"That's exactly what I want to know...why can't I collect it?"

Long Aotian was puzzled, and Li Bailong was also puzzled. He thought for a while and said, "Let's go check it out."

What a joke.

Dear readers, if you want to spend money, who is blocking this link? There is already a way to die!

Just as he was about to set off, Li Bailong suddenly stopped. He looked up and saw the chirping of birds in the sky. A kingfisher swooped down like lightning and landed on his shoulder, with a small cloth bag slung across his chest.

He touched the kingfisher's fluffy, warm chest, but the bird neither resisted nor responded. Its attitude towards him was neither enthusiastic nor distant. It just held its head high and stared at him with its two round eyes, as if urging him.

Li Bailong immediately took out a bundle of paper from the small cloth bag. The kingfisher immediately flapped its wings and flew to a bird perch hanging on the wall on the side of the wing. It raised one foot to open the drawer-like bird food box, then retracted its foot and stuck its head out to eat.

After taking two bites, it impatiently used one of its claws to grab out a bug that had gotten in at some point and threw it aside, continuing to peck at the food inside like a whirlwind.

After eating for a while, the bird felt full and kicked the food box back into the drawer. It then flapped its wings and flew toward the north, quickly disappearing into the clear sky.

Li Bailong had already opened the note, took a look at it, and said, "Third Master asked me to go back. I'll put the matter of the power of the wish aside and deal with it later."

"It's definitely not a good thing, you have to be careful."

"Don't talk nonsense. Third Master treats me the best."

"The best? She has no good intentions."

"Silly beep."

(End of this chapter)