Taoist Banshan is very confused now.

He felt that he could not fit into the ideological world of these young people at all.

I recall how carefree and happy I was before discussing the Tao with Zhou Zheng.

The Tianchi Immortal Palace is inhabited, drinking centuries-old immortal brew, raising delicious cranes, and playing the firewood and guqin.

That is, there are no mortals coming and going, they are all transcendent people.

What now?

Sitting on a grass hut on the roadside, drinking vinegar-flavored drinks;

The number of debates he couldn't understand continued to increase, and the mysterious stories made him question his own understanding.

The topic these young people are debating now seems to be [the positive and negative effects of personal heroism in doomsday stories].

At this moment, the mountain-moving Taoist fully realized that his Tao was not about moving mountains, nor did it belong to the element of earth, but...

Buji Road.

He really doesn’t know!

I saw Zhou Zheng holding the script that had just been revised by Li Zhiyong and lightly tutted:

"Zhiyong, you are right. We should highlight the results of collective efforts and emphasize the background of the times.

"But our story itself, you come to see it.

"The residents of the entire city are actually controlled by aliens. The alien civilization's destruction of human civilization is actually exaggerating the facts, exaggerating the crisis, and controlling humans. Human civilization still exists on the earth. Humanity's war against aliens has reached the stage of comprehensive counterattack. .

"Then, people from outside discovered the existence of this city, and the peripheral alliance saved the city and drove away the aliens... Doesn't this story seem a bit peaceful?

“There were no ups and downs, it seemed like the trend had arrived and things happened naturally, which felt a bit random.

"I think we can create a small team. They went through all the hardships, penetrated the fog, broke through the blockade of the alien defense line, arrived in this city, discovered the humans here, and they struggled hard. Sent a signal and encountered alien siege..."

Zhou Zheng's mouth went dry when he said it, and Taoist Banshan felt like he was falling into mist.

Li Zhiyong thought carefully, shook his head and said:

"If this is the case, it would be better to just set a protagonist for the story. The role of the protagonist is to allow the audience to better immerse themselves in the story and find resonance points."

"No, no, no," Zhou Zheng shook his head, "It should be a special operations team. We will portray different characters to satisfy the tastes of different audiences. Their sacrifices and hardships are the affirmation of the value of these saved mortals. "

"I don't think it's necessary," Li Zhiyong said, "We want to use this story to modify everyone's perception. There is no need to use too many artistic techniques. The simpler, more direct, and more shocking everyone will be, the more perfect it will be."

"I think a small team is necessary."

“What is the actual purpose of small teams? Other than being storytellers.”

"Their sacrifice, dedication, persistence and bravery can also become an encouragement and provide motivation for these millions of confused humans. As I said just now, their efforts are an affirmation of the value of the saved mortals."

"But if this happens, will this team be deified..."

The argument between Zhou Zheng and Li Zhiyong was not too intense, but both of them were extremely insistent. One wanted to use the method of seeing the big picture from the small, and the other used the method of background narration.

Xiao Sheng scratched his head and was completely helpless about this kind of thing.

Yue Wushuang took advantage of the opportunity and reminded:

"Two writers and directors, don't forget that half of the victims are women.

"Women's emotions are more delicate. If there are emotional lines in a team, it will be easier to arouse emotional resonance among female audiences."

Zhou Zheng and Li Zhiyong fell silent immediately.

The two of them thought about it separately and quickly nodded slightly.

Li Zhiyong smiled and said: "I'm just giving my opinion. Monitor, your plan is feasible."

"Why don't we come together?"

Zhou Zheng greeted:

"Let's first assume that the total number of words in this story does not exceed one thousand words, of which three hundred words are for the background of the story, and Zhiyong is responsible for this; two hundred words are for the emotional line, and Wushuang is responsible for it."

Xiao Sheng stared and held his breath, his face full of anticipation.

Zhou Zheng muttered: "Brother Xiao, please contact the immortals and ask about the specific process of modifying memory. This is very important."

"no problem!"

"cat……"

Zhou Zheng shouted to the side in line with the principle of 'rain and dew should be shared evenly'.

The Persian cat lying next to his legs looked up, its black jewel-like eyes filled with confusion: "Meow?"

"It's okay to sleep with you."

Zhou Zheng squinted his eyes and gave a fake smile, and continued to immerse himself in creation.

The mountain-moving Taoist on the side frowned and pondered.

What effect can these strange things discussed by these little guys have?

However, what this Taoist didn't expect was...

He is just a young apprentice just starting out on the path of confusion and confusion.

Half a day later, Taoist Banshan stood on the building of Qingyuan Demon City, facing the increasingly hot morning sun, looking at the monks running around the city, his eyes full of emotion.

'It depends on what they're doing.'

Bai Mengxian once said this.

But what Taoist Banshan saw at this moment was that the Futian Alliance was indeed saving people.

Thirty thousand special investigation team members gathered from dozens of big cities in the rear and landed in the demon capital in the shortest possible time.

They brought abundant supplies, tens of thousands of storage magic weapons, magic weapons to carry food, and even a large number of fuel-fired generators.

A photovoltaic power generation matrix was assembled outside the Demon City in the shortest possible time, and monks can still be seen running around carrying stacks of solar panels.

In the eyes of the humans in the demon city, these monks wearing blue windbreakers are all 'superpowers' and they form an organized army of human superpowers.

These manpower and materials are already the limit that Futian Alliance can mobilize in a short period of time.

However... when Taoist Banshan turned his head and looked at the busy field behind him, his expression suddenly became a little subtle.

It was a rare occasion for Zhou Zheng to become an "uncle". At this moment, he put on his peaked cap and toad glasses, sat under the parasol with his legs crossed, holding a rolled-up paper tube in his hand, and his feet kept shaking.

Bing Ning stood in the corner with her arms folded, frowning slightly when looking at Director Zhou, but she didn't dislike him too much.

Screenwriter Li Zhiyong ran back and forth, telling the background of the story to six immortals who were sent to modify the memories of mortals;

I will review the script with Zhou Zheng later and refine some details;

From time to time, he had to answer some small questions from the immortals watching nearby, which can be said to be very busy.

Finally, the six immortals were ready, and their figures flew to the six areas above the Demon City, continuing to wait.

Zhou Zheng picked up the walkie-talkie and asked: "Team Feng, Brother Xiao, are you ready?"

"It's ready!"

In the ruins under the building, Xiao Sheng shouted at the top of his lungs.

Feng Bugui turned to look at the demon corpses, his mouth twitching slightly.

Feng Bugui has already discovered that as long as he collides with Zhou Zheng's team, he will be destined to be a coolie! Either working as a warehouse manager, moving goods, or moving monster corpses and dressing up monsters!

Apply for a job transfer when you get back!

Wouldn't it be nice for him to work at the Bureau of Spiritual Creatures? Maybe he could even gain some love across races.

Zhou Zheng's voice came out from the intercom speakers everywhere:

"start!"

Feng Bugui immediately entered the state of mind, looking longingly towards the sky at the entrance and exit of the ruins.

The six immortals in the sky activated their immortal magic together, making seals with their hands, and light flashed from the back of their heads, and a golden rain of light floated in the sky.

The people gathered below looked up, and their eyes were confused for a moment if they were stained by the light rain, and then some naturally occurring 'cognitions' came to their minds.

[Alien invasion, poisonous fog, surviving cities, doomsday crisis, twenty years of fear;

The fighting team broke into the poisonous fog, they marveled at the city in front of them, the alien species on the road disguised as the rich and famous, and the fierce battle;

A large number of human reinforcements arrived, and the aliens were defeated and retreated.

Science dispels the peripheral fog, and truth brings a new dawn.

This city is about to usher in a new life, and they, the victims who have been deceived by aliens for twenty years, are about to join the ranks of humankind's revival and fight for humanity to once again stand on the top of the Blue Star.

There is still a fight in the distance that has not stopped, and the alien claws are about to be crushed.

Without the shackles of aliens, the talented human beings in this city can also awaken their superpowers. Those without such talents can also work actively, work hard to produce, and contribute to the rise of mankind.

Build your own home!

This era needs you. The end of mankind needs to be dispersed by mankind with their own hands...]
To be continued...