Typewriter becomes a daily practice

The king of the mountain took up a mountain, and felt that he would die here from then on. The world is so big that he doesn't know what to do by himself. It's good to have such a group of noisy guys to accompany him.

Until one day, I met a boy with scorching eyes and a burly guy who challenged him. The mountain king's cultivation is still good, and one can tell at a glance that one is only in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and the other is only in the late day after tomorrow. , as a mountain king who is already in the early stage of Jindan and has both Taoism and cultivation in the middle stage of Acquired Heaven, he is really not afraid of provocation, let alone a one-on-one challenge.

But underestimating the enemy is undoubtedly the most terrible thing. If the king of the mountain loses, he loses. If he admits defeat, he doesn't want to lose face anyway.

However, the other party could see that he used to be Wenxiu, which made him burst into tears uncontrollably. His heart had been empty for a long time. Once that piece was filled bit by bit by his pen. After it was empty, There is no longer any substitute to be filled.

"Do you still remember why you used to write?" The protagonist looked at the crying King of the Mountain, and asked slowly, leaning on the stupid big man.

The King of the Mountain paused when he heard this, and fell into memories. He was only young at the time, and he went to many places with his master. The master would let him stay in a certain inn most of the time because he was afraid of danger and hurt him. He is not a person who lives at leisure and can calm down to meditate and practice, so he goes to the bookstore to read scripts from time to time, and he will definitely go to the theater when he meets a theater troupe.

Sometimes when he has a lot of free time, or when he sees something memorable to him, he can't help but want to write it down. He hasn't studied seriously for a few days, and the master is also busy. After teaching him how to read, he will let him go. He always wants to Try to write down exactly what you see and hear, and the more you write, the better your writing style will be.

Until one day, he watched a play about the princess getting married, but the country was destroyed by the enemy, and the princess who became a subjugated princess lost her position as wife, but the princess is not a woman who only lives in the backyard. Tao Wulue, after secretly hooking up with the old ministers of the subjugated country, he began to strategize on the road to revival.

The play was very exciting, but the final ending did not satisfy him. In the end, after the princess succeeded in revenge, she reconciled with her original husband and married a prince from a neighboring country who had been helping her on the road to revival. Finally, the prince from a neighboring country Became the emperor of a neighboring country, and the ending was a happy one.

But he felt that it was very unreasonable. The princess would choose to restore the country, so she was not a woman willing to be subordinated to others. After all, the prince of the neighboring country belonged to the neighboring country. Who knows if there is any hidden ambition?There is no reason for no one's help, and not everyone is as stupid as the master.

So he began to try to write stories by himself, to write satisfactory endings, to write plots and characters he liked, and then his story was read by his master, who saw a tragedy that almost wiped out the finale. The old man burst into tears, and finally patted him on the shoulder and said, "Wow...wow..."

The master just said "wow" twice, and then he entered the Tao with writing.

Since then, he has become a writer, writing more and more. He likes to write all kinds of stories, and he also likes the way his master reads his stories carefully. He is not afraid to speculate on others with the worst malice. He always writes reasonable, realistic and cruel tragedies, some of which are combined with the things he encountered with his master. He would wonder what would have happened to those people if they hadn't met their master.

The few kindness and warmth in his heart come from his master, and the few warm plots in his writing also come from his master. After the master left, there is only darkness in his stories, which seem to be an abyss at first glance.

Later, he always felt that something was missing in his essays, so he couldn't write any more essays.

"I started writing because I wanted to write," Shan Dawang said with a little confusion, "but it was the master who really made me write. When the master is there, I feel like I am in the abyss, but there is always light coming in. The master is gone. There's just darkness left."

"You are not alone, your master has always been there." The protagonist stood up straight, patted his chest loudly, "he is with you, always with you."

Seeing Shan Dawang seems to have realized something, the protagonist strikes while the iron is hot: "Although your master can no longer read your story, are you interested in learning about the screenwriter and bringing your story to the world! Thinking about it, your master will be very proud! "

"You're the best kid I've ever seen."

The words of the master when he was dying rang in his mind, he did not fall into the abyss, thanks to the master, and the master is always in his heart, he will not let the master down, and strive to be the appearance that makes him the most proud.

Although he knew that if it was his master, as long as it was him, his master would be proud of whatever he looked like.

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"I miss my master, my master also treats me like this, unconditionally treating me like my own father," a male cultivator dressed in black and brocade clothes wiped his tears while holding a scripture book in his hand. The person who was wearing the same black and brocade suit as him said, "Even the law enforcement team, Master tried his best to let me in."

The young man next to the male cultivator smiled when he heard the words: "You have only been in the law enforcement brigade for a few days, and you want to go back?"

"Isn't it empathetic to me? By the way, you haven't read the script yet!" the male cultivator said proudly.

Unexpectedly, the young man chuckled: "I watched it last night. Those guys in our yard all watched it, so I watched it together. Not to mention it's really interesting, the cloud altar above It feels like fun."

"If we have such a cloud platform, every day someone secretly reports to us anonymously, how much easier it will be for us. It's really troublesome to walk around a lot every day."

As soon as the words were finished, I heard an angry voice: "Zhang Xiaomao! Erdanzi! Return to the team!"

The male cultivator and the young man looked at each other with obvious doubts in their eyes, but the voice sounded like the captain's, and they followed to the lobby of the law enforcement brigade.

I saw the precious talent of the Law Enforcement Brigade, a talisman master wrapped in black. Standing beside him was a fellow who seemed to be his twin, who was also dressed in black, and another one was wearing a blue Taoist robe, with delicate features and an immature face, full of smiles. The cute little boy, holding a little white cat in his arms, looks very well-behaved, obviously not a person who will make trouble.

Then I heard the team leader introduce: "These two are called Daziji and Luo Yuehua, they are friends of Ji Yujin, they will teach you to use a new magic weapon in the next few days, you should learn it well , use it earlier, it’s called Yuntan.”

As soon as the captain's words fell, the male cultivator couldn't help exclaiming: "Typewriter?! You are the author of "Cultivation of the Entertainment Circle"! The legendary genius who obtained inspiration by beating himself!"

"Dad! Why are you still talking so much!"

Answer Ji: Hit yourself to get inspiration? ? ?

The author has something to say:

The homonym of myself is still read from the comments. When I saw it, I felt like I was contracted for a day. Haha, thank you Qin Huai for the cute pistol. Grenades. Expensive. When I received the comments and thunder, my mind There will always be a sentence in it: ouch, come here, what gift do you bring?

Big hearts every day~ Meme!

The end of the month is very busy recently, so it will be short, and it will be long later!

【small theater】

Answer: Ji: Actually, I have chosen the protagonist's name, it sounds nice!

Protagonist: Really?What is it called! 【Secretly looking forward to.jpg】

The answer is Ji: Zhu Jue, simple and clear, mighty and domineering, as soon as you hear the name, murderous aura rushes towards your face, full of determination!

Zhu Jue: ...Thank you.

It suddenly occurred to me that I haven't thanked the little angels for irrigation yet, huh?

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