Chapter 585

"Your Excellency, President, it's like this. In order to win the market of Fengdu Immortal Mansion, we decided to develop a love development game for ghost cultivators."

During the video call, Immortal Yao Yue informed Lin Ye of his thoughts.

After hearing her idea, Lin Ye couldn't help but show an expression of appreciation on his face.

"This is a good idea. I think there should be a market for it. After all, those ghost cultivators can only pursue spiritual satisfaction."

"Yes, but we are currently encountering some problems during the development process."

"Oh? What's the problem? Tell me and see if I can help."

"Our original idea was to make this game run on mobile phones, but we don't have the ability or the permission." Yao Yue Xianjun expressed his troubles. "So we changed another idea, which is to change the carrier of this game from mobile phones to cards, just like yo-yo, presented in the form of light effects."

"But we found that no matter what we did, we couldn't. The characters on the cards were very rigid, without any emotion or soul, and they couldn't give people the feeling of falling in love at all."

"Well, that is indeed a big problem." After listening to Immortal Yao Yue's story, Lin Ye also frowned.

But soon he thought of something else.

"By the way, in the world of immortality, there should be magic that can make the characters in paintings come to life. I heard that monks who practice painting can not only give birth to souls of the characters in their paintings, but can also create things out of thin air. In the paintings, Create a small world.”

"Would it be better if you let these monks who are good at painting draw cards for you?"

As soon as Lin Ye said these words, Immortal Yao Yue seemed to be awakened.

"Yes, why didn't I expect that among those Confucianism cultivators, there are indeed those who entered Taoism through painting. I also heard before that someone became a Taoist couple with the immortal in the paintings born from his paintings."

"Really? Then can the things they draw have various abilities?"

"Of course this is possible. They can draw thousands of armies and horses with the brush in their hands, and they can also draw the monstrous sword energy with the brush in their hands. All things in the world can be born under their brush strokes." Immortal Lord Yao Yue replied seriously.

"That's great. I happen to need such a talent. It would be great if the Immortal Lord could help me find him."

"Oh? Your Excellency, the President, is also looking for talents from this person?" A trace of surprise appeared on Yaoyue Xianjun's face.

"Yes, I also happen to have a card game in the process of being produced. I used Dharma's method before, but the effect was lacking." Lin Ye answered truthfully. The card game he mentioned was exactly the game that has not yet been released. King.

Although the magic effect is cool, if it does not undergo certain upgrades, the gameplay will be too similar to the yo-yo. It would be great if the monsters in the card can be brought to life.

"That's just right. I already know where to look for such talent."

"where?"

"Wenqu Immortal Mansion!" Immortal Lord Yao Yue replied.

...

"These people are really ignorant. My bamboo sword picture can summon six bamboo swordsmen in the Xuanxian realm. I sold 300,000 immortal stones and they actually said that my price was too expensive."

In a certain teahouse in Wenquxian Mansion, several Confucian monks wearing Confucian robes were chatting there. What they held in their hands was no longer a sage book but a mobile phone. What was placed in front of them was not traditional tea, but a mobile phone. It’s the milk tea from Milei Bingcheng.

As soon as the Taiyi Xuanxian realm Confucian cultivator who had just complained finished speaking, another long-bearded Confucian cultivator on the side quickly comforted him:

"Brother Wu, don't be angry. In fact, it's normal for your paintings not to sell. Now the outside world has undergone earth-shaking changes, and there are rarely fights anymore. Even if there is a fight, it won't happen. Just fight on the streets like before."

"In outside terms, if you lose, you will be embarrassed, but if you win, you will go to jail. Not to mention your bamboo sword. Not many people use traditional fairy swords nowadays. Come, drink tea."

After saying that, he picked up the cup of pearl milk tea in front of him.

After taking a big sip, he couldn't help but show a look of enjoyment on his face.

"Don't tell me, the tea outside is different from the tea we used to drink. There are pearls and water chestnuts in it. It has a different taste."

After he chewed the pearls in his mouth and swallowed them, he turned to another young Confucian scholar and asked:

As soon as these words came out, the young Confucian scholar whom he called Brother Zhou immediately showed an embarrassed expression on his face.

"It's not necessary. I read on Douyin that it's best not to tell relatives and friends the title of your book casually, as it will affect the algorithm and the amount given."

"Is that so? Could it be that the title of Brother Zhou's book has more than ten characters like those people?"

"How could it be! What I write are all Confucian classics." The young Confucian scholar said seriously, but his palms were actually starting to sweat. He couldn't say that the name of the novel he wrote was called Rebirth of Gods, Immortal Emperors, Demon Emperors, and Demon Lords all love me, not only It is a Danmei novel, and it is also a harem novel. It is not even enough to describe it as degrading and polite.

He didn’t want to write, but he had no choice but to make too much money.

"Brother Liu, haven't you always liked music? Then you can publish your own songs on Douyin. Have you ever tried it?"

At this time, the long-bearded Confucian scholar turned his attention to another handsome young man with a jade flute hanging on his waist.

"Of course, but the response was not very good. They all said that my lyrics and music were not passionate enough and too tactful, so I listened to the suggestions of those netizens and signed up for Qiuqiu Music. After I became a member yesterday and listened for a few hours, I suddenly discovered that there is One type of music is particularly suitable for me.”

Mr. Yuxiao suddenly became energetic when he said this.

"Oh? What kind of music?"

"Rap! Also called hip-hop."

"Rap? Hip-hop?" The other three people at the table asked with puzzled faces.

"Yes! Shall I give you a section?"

"Okay! I haven't heard Brother Liu sing for a long time. I'm all ears."

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll get ready."

While talking, Mr. Yuxiao took out a pair of sunglasses bought from Bing Xixi and a string of metal necklaces.

After putting on his sunglasses and necklace, he stood up and faced the three of them.

When everything was ready, he started his solo.

"That year I went to Beijing to take the exam."

“There’s very little luggage to bring.”

"You said you should study early.

"I said getting up late is good for your health."

“Cramming, cramming.”

...

After singing, Mr. Yuxiao saw that the three people in front of him were dumbfounded.

"What's wrong? I can't sing well."

"No, no, no, it's good, it's good. People outside here have very unique preferences."

"It's all about music anyway, so naturally I have to choose what others like. In fact, I quite like this kind of music."

"Brother Zhao, I haven't played chess with you for a few days. Do you have time to play a game today? Let's see if my chess skills have improved."

The Confucian scholar holding the pearl milk tea shook his head when he heard this.

"I haven't played chess in the past two days, and I discovered something else interesting."

"What?"

"Mahjong, this thing is much more interesting than Go. When we have time, the four of us can play a few games together. Go can only be played by two people, but mahjong can be played by four people together."

Just when the four of them were chatting enthusiastically, the painter surnamed Wu suddenly looked at his mobile phone in surprise.

"Huh? The Immortal Lord urgently summons me and other painters to go to the Immortal Lord's Mansion. Maybe he has something to explain."

"Summoned by the Immortal Lord?"

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