Speech Before Entering the New World

Two million words, Jing Jiu soared.

I am walking perfectly according to the rhythm scheduled when I opened the book the year before last.

I originally wanted to write a long testimonial to talk about this story with everyone, but because tomorrow's chapter is so interesting, it seems that there is not much to say about writing.

Just say a few words.

The part in front of the road facing the sky is the novel of cultivating immortals in my imagination.

My goal is to write lightly, and then lightly.

Looking back now, although there are still many pretentious places that cannot be completely erased, it is basically light enough.

Many readers commented that it's pretty fun to follow along, but they often forget the characters and things that appeared before.

Not to mention you, when I wrote about those people and things myself, I felt so strange.

I can confidently say that this is what I intended, and this is the effect I am after. (There is no need to add a dog’s head here, because this is the pursuit. People have to be brave and not afraid to be shy to confess that they still have pursuits.)

The sense of time of ascetics is different from that of ordinary people. Four seasons can be seen when one turns around, years or decades can be spent in seclusion, and a hundred years can be seen when one sleeps.

For them, it is just a matter of closing and opening their eyes, but for us who live next to the well house and Jingjue Temple for a hundred years, it should be like a world away.

Let's talk about our Jing Jiu. Many people think that his face is too vague, his personality is too cold, and his personality is too cold.

The face is blurred because he was so beautiful that words can't describe it, including my words...Here is a dog's head.

Some of the reasons why he is like that are explained in the book, and I still like how I write it ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Like the previous stories, this story is still sending people away non-stop, Liu Ci, San Yue, Yuan Qijing, until the real Taiping was sent away just now.

The biggest difference from those stories of Jian Ke and Ze Tian Ji is Jing Jiu's attitude.

He really didn't like it, disapproved very much, and couldn't accept anything. Until now, he was angry when he looked at Chunyu, and sad when he looked at Chenguang, but he just couldn't cry.

Jing Jiu's pursuit of living is of course based on my fear of death, but there are better reasons.

The reason was mentioned earlier, and at the end of this book, I will use two sentences of dialogue to continue the topic.

Of course, novels about cultivating immortals have to be about ascension to immortality, but how to write after ascension has always been a difficult problem. I said when I opened the book... I am not afraid.

The tone here is probably the same as when Jiang Bao said these three words when facing the threat of the fake big brother of the Ax Gang.

In novel writing, there are always two problems that are difficult to solve after ascension. One is worrying about repetition, which I can solve. The second is that I will be cut off from the previous lower realm. This will never happen in my thinking mode, so why worry about it?

It’s just that the following story will develop a little weirdly, not that there is any innovation, I’m really sorry, I really don’t have the ability in this area, I still can only try to decorate the old bottle with delicious new wine, Taiping Daoist and Xuanyin Patriarch love to drink absinthe... because I really liked it at that time!

It is necessary to warn in advance, readers and friends who like pure cultivation of immortals, just read here.

Sincerely speaking, if you take out the two million word list before Da Dao Chaotian, I believe it is also a very good novel about cultivating immortals.

I will write the last million words of the road to the sky exactly according to the idea before opening the book.

I'll write very seriously, detail-oriented, fun and tonality, with girls - new and old.

Now it seems that this is really the last million words of my last super long novel, and let me be presumptuous.

Whether it is writing novels or reading stories, we all need time, and you also need to spend money. Let me try my best to make everyone's trip worthwhile.

Just like real people in Taiping saw tens of thousands of warships.