Fantasy is always beautiful, but the truth always gives a slap in the face, and the teacher threw a chalk head directly at his head.

"It's a good question, it's not that no one has thought about it before, but they all failed, and they failed not because the idea didn't work, but because of the acceptance, the world seems to be nothing, but in fact it's somewhere between real and unreal.

The bridge between us and the world is actually people, it is all people, accept the concept and believe that it is true, then you can successfully summon the things in it, so the basis of this existence is the audience, no one likes to see nonsense, if there is no basis in reality, it is recommended not to touch such a subject. ”

His own idea was rejected, Wang Lu felt that these ancients didn't know what it was called at all, they were too stubborn, and they had to rely on the self-proclaimed gods to write, what is the reason? Is it because he's a big shot?

It's hilarious to say that the riser of his house was not written before him?

I don't know what the reason is, anyway, Wang Lu always has some inexplicable pride, looking down on the people around him, even if he knows that this big man on the cross slope is also a traverser, but he still feels that this person can achieve such results completely because he came earlier than himself, if he came earlier, he can also do such a thing.

It is because of this mentality that the teacher in the school shook his head, and he could see at a glance that he was a guy whose heart was higher than the sky, there were many such people in the home school, but there was no one who could really mix, and they all chose to open up a grand cosmology and worldview by themselves without exception, and wanted to form their own system.

It's a pity that they all failed, and the reason why the teacher warned others was entirely because there were too many negative teaching materials for these people, but there were still people who didn't give up, so the teacher just shook his head and didn't stop it.

With arrogance, Wang Lu felt that he could do it, and began his own creative path under the ridicule of others, for a person who has been influenced by online literature in later generations, in addition to grammar and fonts may not be very adaptable, such as various routines and the like are not easy to come by.

After all, it was the person who came over the information explosion, and finally under his continuous efforts, a book of Dou Po Tomato was born, and with excitement, he found his teacher.

"This is the book you wrote? I didn't expect you to have such perseverance, and it really came out of it, since that's the case, then I'll give you this opportunity, but you have to be mentally prepared, whether you can wake up or not depends on luck, sometimes a good book doesn't mean it will be accepted, but that's not your fault, do you understand? ”

"Don't worry, teacher, I know what to do, trust me!" Wang Lu has absolute confidence in his books.

The teacher shook his head and walked out, although he was really not optimistic, but he always had to try, in case it really succeeded, it was also a chance for the family.

Three months, in the past three months, Wang Lu has experienced a change of mentality of torment, joy and pride, yes, he really became famous with a book, and Doupo Tomato has become a popular book in the Tang Dynasty, if no one says this among the major teahouses, then they are embarrassed to say their own teahouses.

Wang Lu has also changed from a lonely and unknown person to a well-known home in Luoyang, the second brother of the strong man got his share of income, Wang Lu also successfully repaid the favor, and then left in style.

He doesn't want to become the fiancé of the fat girl, looking at the appearance of the second brother of the strong man, it is obvious that he is not dead, if he is not afraid of his current reputation, maybe he will directly tie people home.

The teacher of the college applied for the Datang household registration for him, and Wang Lu finally changed from a black household to a citizen of the Tang Dynasty.

Wang Lu, who should have been happy, couldn't be happy at this moment, because he found that he couldn't wake up no matter what, the most important thing in a family is not what popular books you have written, but whether this book can help you awaken after you write it, if not, you are just a literati who writes books.

A cultivator's family, a literati who writes books, the gap is so big that Wang Lu is stunned, there is no way, in the past three months, he has really seen the cruelty of this world.

It's not that the people of this world don't live well, they live very well, and even in the later generations, he will envy the common people here, who have their own things to do every day, but they can buy the necessities of life at a low price, as for other pursuits, of course, it depends on their own ability.

Entertainment life is actually very rich, at least Wang Lu, who only got a mobile phone, has been watching the dance of the young ladies of Datang in the video software, speaking of which, but Datang's clothes really made him sigh the beauty of ancient times.

However, these are not the reasons that make him anxious, what really makes him anxious is cultivation, these two words have now been engraved in the hearts of the Tang people, if you can't cultivate, even if you don't look down on an ordinary person, but you will never want to be respected by others, let alone privileges such as being an official.

Be a civilian forever? If a person has no desires, of course he can live well, but Wang Lu is not, he is a layman, he hopes to have a lot of money, a lot of land and slaves, as well as a beautiful wife and concubine, and even he hopes to cultivate to live forever.

All of this is destined to be recognized by his book after he chose the path of home, he thought that the people liked it was recognition, he thought that his book became popular was recognition, but the facts gave him a scoop of cold water.

"Wang Lu, this is your dividend this month, I have heard about you, don't be discouraged, the book you wrote still has potential, it's just that you haven't found the right direction, try to rely on the system of the Romance of the Gods, you will definitely be able to."

This is the first time that the teacher has been persuaded without knowing how many times, from Wang Lu's firm refusal at the beginning, to the current hesitation, Wang Lu doesn't know how long he can last, he wants to cultivate.

Chen Mo looked at the Dou Po Tomato in his hand, the familiar writing and content, as well as the routines in it, and even the name of the protagonist in it had not changed, and there was a smile on his lips when he looked at him, a visitor from another world, he seems to have found it, but this person is a little interesting, maybe he should go and meet him, maybe he is really a fellow countryman?