Chapter 682 Role

  Forums, newsletters, live broadcasts.

  These can have the effect of communication.

  Then why did Ke Xiaoliang choose the most "tactful" live broadcast as the first punch for the monks to connect with each other in the Huzhong Realm?

  Because of interests!

   Never forget that a monk is not exactly a player.

  For players, they can freely post their strategies for the game, some understanding of the game, and deep opinions on certain things on the forum.

  However, monks will not!

  If the forum is used as the first punch, it is conceivable that the result will be a lot of spam content, as well as meaningless advertisements and temptations.

  The 'communication' that Ke Xiaoliang wants to promote, especially the more in-depth 'communication', is simply impossible to take shape.

   Putting aside all the bells and whistles.

   It's like practicing sects one after another.

  It is impossible for them to publish and open the precious classics in their respective doors.

  Even internally, there will be multiple assessments and screenings.

Even if they know that teaching some powerful and key classics and methods to talented young monks can make them go higher, faster, and farther, these monk sects will still choose to test step by step , step by step.

  The blockade of information happens all the time.

  Even in the so-called modern society with open information, this is still the case.

  So, Ke Xiaoliang chose to live broadcast.

  The live broadcast made it difficult for the monks who performed the live broadcast to hide what they saw and gained in the first place.

  The benefits generated by the live broadcast made them reluctant to turn off the live broadcast and ignore this important change.

   At this time, the criticality of Ke Xiaoliang's limited opening of the live broadcast quota also appeared.

  The market needs to be cultivated, and people's consumption concept needs to be guided step by step.

   Before the market is fully opened, the opening of the live broadcast to the whole people will only make this step of the plan completely chaotic, or even aborted.

  Li Xingzhou couldn't comprehend Ke Xiaoliang's profound intentions.

  As a 'simple' monk, he just suddenly felt that... perhaps compared with this rebirth of identity, obtaining the right to live broadcast is the key to his return to the top.

   After all, plot points are everything in the Huzhong world.

  As long as there are enough plot points, even becoming a fairy or **** seems to be within reach.

  Thinking too much, Li Xingzhou couldn't help feeling ups and downs.

   And the ground under his feet occasionally undulates, as if bouncing up and down along the waves.

  This can't help but make Li Xingzhou wonder whether the place he is in is a palace... or a part of a ship.

  Under the reminder of the barrage, Li Xingzhou cautiously pursued the golden goat.

  In the last era set by the wasteland world, the golden goat has an extremely unique status in many ancient myths.

   However, Jin Goat seemed to be frightened, and Li Xingzhou followed his footsteps, but gradually lost track.

   There are many side halls sandwiched between the front hall and the back hall. Li Xingzhou first found a side hall for storing books.

   Originally thought that there would be some gains, but unexpectedly, maybe too much time has passed, and no one has properly kept those books. With just a light touch, they turned into a piece of burnt ashes.

   "It seems that none of them are important classics, otherwise they wouldn't need some power to protect them." Although Li Xingzhou was a little regretful, he was not a pity.

   In the barrage, taunts rolled.

  Many cloud explorers began to come up with their own seemingly witty ghost ideas, and at the same time satirized Li Xingzhou for not looking at the barrage, which was extremely stupid.

  Continuing to walk forward, I passed several unused side halls and a treasure house for collecting utensils.

It's a pity that, just like the books in the library hall, this treasure trove of utensils has long been dilapidated due to long-term neglect. Sea water seeps in through the ground. After years of corrosion, the patterns on many utensils have long since changed. It was so blurry that it was impossible to make a reasonable guess about the origin and background of this palace through the patterns on the utensils.

   Going forward, there is a sea of ​​royal blue.

  In the last side hall, there is only an hourglass that looks like two warriors standing upside down. The bronze armor around the hourglass is thick, and some strange patterns are carved on it. It looks like text, but it is different from any kind that Li Xingzhou knows in the wasteland world.

  Of course, this does not deny that this kind of writing does not belong to the wasteland world.

  It may be a small or ancient language that has become ancient, incomplete, or little known in the last era.

   After carefully looking at the copper-yellow hourglass for a long time, Li Xingzhou confirmed that there was no danger, and then slowly put his hand on the hourglass.

  As soon as I put my hand on the hourglass, I felt a huge gravity. This gravity is not derived from its own weight, but a sense of heaviness, which seems to be derived from time and history.

  Li Xingzhou mustered all his strength, and pulled the left and right copper handles again.

  The hourglass finally shook, but the sand inside was very stubborn and did not shake at all.

Li Xingzhou tightly grasped the patterns on both sides of the hourglass, and the patterns on the copper-colored outer skin were also deeply embedded in Li Xingzhou's palm. With the increase of strength, Li Xingzhou's fingers were even worn out. Skin.

  Blood began to seep from the palm.

  Li Xingzhou felt the tingling pain in the palm of his hand.

   Start to let go instinctively.

   "You've lost your head, why did you pull it out?" Li Xingzhou felt like a reckless and ignorant young man, not old-fashioned at all.

   It's not like him!

   "There must be something interfering with my thoughts." Li Xingzhou said with certainty to the live broadcast room.

  The audience in the live broadcast room who watched the whole process once again sent out a lot of laughing barrage.

   "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! The anchor is extremely wise, and if he doesn't understand, he dares to get started directly and pull it out with all his strength."

"Let me tell you a joke, the monks of the Blood Demon Palace still have thoughts." Through some small details, although Li Xingzhou's real identity has not been completely locked, it has been deduced by some viewers in the live broadcast room that he may come from blood. magic palace.

  Facing the barrage of cynicism, Li Xingzhou began to try his best to argue, trying to explain his reckless behavior.

  However, the large number of rewards made him shut up.

   It feels inexplicable, it seems that the character design of "reckless man" is not bad.

   It seems that there is a rhythm of going back to the old line.

  After all, it seems... reasonable for a monk from the Blood Demon Palace to act as a reckless person in his true colors.

   While struggling, the hourglass that absorbed the blood of Li Xingzhou's hands suddenly emitted golden light and became golden and brilliant.

  The hourglass seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, and in an instant, the entire palace complex became equally hot.

  Li Xingzhou was in it, and he could feel some kind of drastic change more clearly.

   Originally, he was floating on the surface of the sea, but now he felt that he was on top of magma.

Goodnight everybody

  

  

  (end of this chapter)