Xiaoxiang Magazine.
"Xie Yu, have you read the novel 'Zhu Xian', which is a new genre of novels pioneered by Xiaoxiang Qingkong?" Xin Zhao closed the People's Literature magazine. The expression of shock, confusion and excitement on her face had not completely faded away, and her eyes were shining with the light of exploring new knowledge.
“I read it and it was filled with fairy spirits, various spells, techniques, and spirit beasts. It was simply unheard of.
Unlike other fantasy and Liaozhai novels, it feels very novel, like opening the door to a whole new world.
"The worldview in Zhu Xian is so grand. From the Qingyun Sect to the Demon Sect, to the Seven Clans Martial Competition, every character and detail is portrayed with such vivid detail that it feels like you've personally experienced a journey of cultivating immortality." Xie Yu also said excitedly.
Xin Zhao nodded in agreement, a thoughtful look on his face: "Yes, and its writing is delicate yet grand, and the emotions are sincere and moving. It reads like a fairy tale with a sense of elegance and the mundane world.
I feel that this novel not only tells a story, but also explores the good and evil of human nature, the impermanence of fate, and the persistence and sacrifice on the path of spiritual practice."
"I think the emergence of this novel may lead to a new literary trend and open up a new genre of novels.
"Xiaoxiang Qingkong's novel "Zhu Xian" is a success. Most importantly, Xiaoxiang Qingkong is from our Xiaoxiang Province." Xin Zhao said excitedly, her eyes sparkling again.
"Moreover, the novel 'Zhu Xian' has already been released with over 300,000 words. I guess it should be over a million words long. It also opened up a new genre of fiction, giving People's Literature a huge advantage.
Let's go, it's time for us to meet Xiaoxiang Qingkong. We can't let Xiaoxiang Qingkong show favoritism. It's time for us to write a novel for Xiaoxiang Magazine." Xin Zhao stood up, called Xie Yu, and walked towards Yucai High School.
Now, it was exactly noon time and it was almost time for lunch at Yucai High School, so it was a good opportunity to go and block people.
Xiaoxiang Magazine and Yucai High School had jointly held an essay competition. Xin Zhao and Xie Yu took out their work IDs and registered, and the guard let them in directly.
The two of them learned from Principal Zhu which class Zhang Qiurui was in and headed straight for their destination.
Coincidentally, the bell for lunch had just rung.
"Yes, it's here." Xie Yu looked at the classroom number, which read Class 1, Grade 1, and nodded to Xin Zhao.
"Classmate, could you please call Zhang Qiurui from your class to come out for a moment?" Xin Zhao called out to a female classmate from Class 1, Grade 1.
"Student Zhang Qiurui, someone is looking for you outside." The female student returned to the classroom and shouted loudly to Zhang Qiurui inside.
"Mingqi, Wang Shi, Zhou Tan, you three go eat first. No need to wait for me, I'll be back soon." Zhang Qiurui glanced outside the classroom and saw that the people looking for her were Xin Zhao, the editor-in-chief of Xiaoxiang Magazine, and Xie Yu, the editor-in-charge. She felt a little moved and tidied up her desk, then went out with a notebook.
"Classmate Zhang Qiurui, let's walk and chat on the playground." Xin Zhao saw Zhang Qiurui coming out of the classroom. She was tall and graceful, with a high ponytail swaying as she walked. She walked towards the light, exuding a youthful and energetic aura, which made people's eyes brighten involuntarily. It was very comfortable to look at the person in front of him.
"Okay!" Zhang Qiurui nodded.
Then the three of them walked side by side, slowly walking on the playground.
However, for a moment, none of them spoke first.
After more than ten minutes, Xie Yu couldn't help but ask, "Classmate Zhang Qiurui, should I call you Xiaoxiang Qingkong or Zhang Qiurui?"
Xie Yu looked at Zhang Qiurui with admiration.
Ever since she learned that Zhang Qiurui was Xiaoxiang Qingkong, a girl only twelve or thirteen years old who had written many acclaimed literary works and now opened up a new genre of novels, Xie Yu felt both incredible wonder and deep admiration and yearning.
This was fame at a young age, which completely overturned all of Xie Yu's previous imaginations.
She originally thought that talented writers were adults who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, or middle-aged people with life experience. She did not expect that Xiaoxiang Qingkong was younger than herself and had such extraordinary literary achievements.
"You two editors can call me whatever you like. The name is just a symbol or a code." Zhang Qiurui understood that the two editors from Xiaoxiang Magazine suddenly came to him today to ask him to write an article.
She just didn't ask or mention it.
"Congratulations to Mr. Xiaoxiang Qingkong for the success of his new genre of novels - Xianxia.
Let's not beat around the bush. Teacher Xiaoxiang Qingkong, you are a graduate of our Xiaoxiang Magazine and a native of Xiaoxiang Province. You can't be partial to one over the other and write a long novel for People's Literature, or even open up a new genre of novels.
Teacher Xiaoxiang Qingkong, do you also want to take care of our Xiaoxiang Magazine?" When Xin Zhao faced Zhang Qiurui, he always felt that he was not facing a little girl of only twelve or thirteen years old. Instead, she had a calm face and spoke calmly. Her words revealed a maturity and wisdom beyond her age, which made Xin Zhao even more serious.
Zhang Qiurui smiled slightly, and that smile was filled with the innocence of a young girl.
"Editor Xin, you're too kind. My friendship with Xiaoxiang Magazine is naturally extraordinary. It's the starting point of my literary journey, and they give me the highest remuneration in the industry. I'm always grateful for that. As for new works, I actually already had plans for them." Zhang Qiurui pointed at the notebook he took out.
However, when Xin Zhao and Xie Yu saw Zhang Qiurui's action, they didn't know what they were thinking of, and their eyes lit up slightly.
"I dare to write it, but I don't know if Xiaoxiang Magazine dares to publish it." Zhang Qiurui restrained the smile on her face and asked Xin Zhao with a serious expression.
"Teacher Xiaoxiang Qingkong, what do you mean?" Xin Zhao asked with a puzzled look on his face. Xie Yu beside him also leaned over curiously, wanting to hear more clearly.
“I wrote three stories.
The first "Farewell My Concubine" is told in the form of Peking opera throughout the entire text, unfolding the love-hate entanglement of the actors. It involves the background of regime change and the ill-fated country to interpret the emotional entanglement of obsession and betrayal of small people.
At the same time, it uses the complexity and splendor of traditional Liyuan Peking Opera as its keynote, recording the true fate of the lower-class people in the turbulent era and that historical event, and contains the meaning of history and society, aesthetics and philosophy.
Although this article is not long, only about 100,000 words, I personally feel that this article is no less than "The Convenience Store of Sorrow".
However, the article touches on some sensitive topics, so I'm unsure whether Xiaoxiang Magazine can publish it, or whether you even dare to do so. Later, "Farewell My Concubine" was officially published in 1985 and made into a film in 1993, winning China's first Palme d'Or for Best Picture. This demonstrates the novel's quality and profound influence.
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