The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

"I am the so-called writer."

"Sometimes, I had the idea to write a book."

“So, I started writing, and this is the first book in my life.”

“Before I started writing, I wanted to see how others wrote it, so I read a lot of books.”

"Finally, I succeeded in learning, 'How to name a book', although now, of course, I find it extremely ugly."

"Besides, I have never tried anything before, so I don't know my own ability. I just want to give it a try."

"For the first 500,000 words, well, I can write a book, it's just so-so."

"When it reaches a million words, huh? I think I can write a good book."

"When it reached two million words, wow, my wisdom is truly extraordinary. The failure of this book is not due to my incompetence, but to my lack of luck."

"I personally like many of the plots in the book, such as the one about fake armor and heart armor, the one about Bai Qing and Qing Ting, and Li Chuyi chopping down trees... There are quite a few."

"I find many characters interesting, such as Bai Qing, Tu Mu, Gu Xizhou, Xing Luo... Among the female characters, I find Liu Xian, who is not given much attention, to be quite good."

"In fact, I think it makes more sense to end with Li Chuyi's 'prisoning himself'."

“The writer is happy, but the reader is not happy at all.”

"Like the saying goes, if the whole book is bitter, what's wrong with having something sweet at the end?"

"Many things in the book, such as the body, the soul, and the true spirit, I really feel this way, and using the heart to reflect the infinite world is also a leisurely thought..."

"Unfortunately, the story has to end one day."

"To all the fellow Taoists who stayed up late to read the book, thank you for your company along the way."

"It's just that the author feels that the book's imagination is still not big enough, the knowledge it covers is still too limited, and the characters in it are still not crazy enough..."

"It's the first book, so I'll just treat it as practice."

"As for the second book, I have been thinking about it for a long time."

"It is not yet decided when to start writing."

"I haven't decided where to start writing yet."

"But I probably won't set the background in ancient times. It would be too tiring to write like that, and I have to try my best to avoid modern words, otherwise it would be too inconsistent..."

In a study room, a young man in a Chinese short jacket loosened his hands and began to rub the acupuncture points on his forehead.

He looked out the window and was refreshed by the green trees and flowers in the garden.

Suddenly, he held his head with both hands, grimacing in pain.

"Who?"

The young man stood up and walked through several rooms one by one. He was the only one living in each room and there was not even a ghost in sight.

"What the hell," he said angrily, and went back to the study and sat down.

Suddenly, another slap seemed to appear out of nowhere and hit him on the head, making him unable to help but hold his head.

"Ghost...Ghost, it's really a ghost..."

But no one noticed that there was a small golden ball spinning above the young man's head.

Five hundred meters, on a bench.

A young man wearing a black sun and moon Taoist robe and barefoot was sitting on a bench under the tree.

"Fuck, what's the point of writing this? It's so sour."

"What else does it mean to end it by 'taking your body as a prison'?"

"So all the suffering I endured for those endless years was in vain, right?"

He spoke indignantly and slapped him again.

At this time, a young man in a dark blue robe came over. It was Li Xuansang.

The person sitting was naturally Li Chuyi.

"Thank you, brother Chuyi." Li Xuansang smiled happily.

The place before him was naturally the one that Li Chuyi he had found had been recreated with "The Flowers Bloom as Before". After all, his memory had returned, and he still had some nostalgia for the past.

"Brother Chuyi, did that mortal boy offend you?"

"This is my territory, wait and see how I deal with him," Li Xuansang said confidently.

"No need." Li Chuyi shook his head.

"That guy even claimed to be the author, but he didn't know that I just used the method of intercepting thoughts to make a small ball and threw it to him randomly."

"That's why I let him know some of my past."

Hearing this, Li Xuansang was thoughtful.

"Brother Chuyi, why did you give him the small ball transformed by the method of intercepting thoughts?"

On the bench, Li Chuyi had a faint smile on his face.

"Of course, I want to bring a little bit of my own shock to some predestined people."

"After all, time is endless, and you have to find your own fun."

After Li Chuyi finished speaking, he slowly stood up.

At this time, it is the end of summer and the beginning of autumn.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, shaking off the dead leaves of the sycamore trees.

The light and shadows were flickering, and the figures were dim. Li Chuyi turned his back and walked on the street that was gradually dyed yellow by the sycamore leaves. His eyes and heart were full of joy.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked up, as if he was looking into a pair of eyes.

A touch of brilliant gold belonging to the immortal Qian Zi Ming bloomed in his hands.

The corners of his mouth curled up again for unknown reasons.

"Qian Ke Tong Shen: After seeing my past and reading that kid's book, you must..."

【Finish】