Thanks to the book friend for the reminder, saying that there is an activity where you can write an easter egg chapter (free extra)

I was immediately resurrected.

Then at the end of this chapter, there will be a little extra, and then there will be a special extra.

If the system can show it.

If you don't want to listen to the next chatter, you can pull it down directly.

——

Looking back on the creation in 2022, I can only say that I am painful and happy, and there are accidents in various senses.

It made me suspect that there was a first time to write a book, and then there would be magic test pickets, which made people bald.

The deepest reminder in my impression is to directly smash my face with a monthly pass.

The interaction between book friends is also very interesting, and I like to talk to you about this chapter.

Naturally, there are no eunuchs, and there are several factors that are bothering me at the moment.

1: Burned out my brain-

As the name suggests, it was burned for a while, and many things could not be written (various methods have been tried).

2: Reality things are too busy -

How to say it, the end of the year is very busy, and the beginning of the year will be busy, basically every year, in the seventh month of the lunar calendar, it will be like this, I thought it should be able to withstand it, even if there is no manuscript, but the damn new crown will be broken as soon as it comes.

3: Plot Problem-

There are some plots in the second volume.,I'm a little afraid to write.,I've been hesitating.,Keep changing.,This is a problem encountered in creation.,As for what aspect can only be said to be written, I think I always have something to do with the book.,So I've been thinking about how to break the game-

The above three main points,So that the update has to stop.,Even trying to write a new pit.,See if you can find inspiration.,Of course, there's no difference in it.,The new pit won't come out so quickly.,Even if everything goes well.,I'm afraid it will take 23 years to send it in the middle of the year.。

Before and after this, I will also try to keep the book updated.

Then, I would like to give a New Year's greeting to all of you who may still be watching in advance.

I wish you all –

The New Year is smooth, the six o'clock is healthy, the line of learning is successful, and the marriage is happy.

Finally, with a copy of free content, I'm familiar with writing this thing!!

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====== [Extra 1: Ordinary] ======

"I like the ordinary."

"But I'm also afraid of the ordinary."

"It's rare to see a few big things in your life.

"Those few big things can change people's lives.

"Therefore, the ordinary is the main theme, and it is not a shame."

"But I'm also afraid of the ordinary.

"When it comes—

"You will feel powerless.

"You will discover your own foolishness.

"Will be angry at your cowardice.

"Returning to the meeting pains one's own ordinary."

"So, whether it's me, or people—

"Day after day, I struggle with the ordinary and the miraculous.

"I don't know what I want or fear."

Xuan Yue typed down the last line of words and exhaled.

He took time off to finish the last paragraph of the book.

I feel like I've put a big stone down in my heart.

Xuan Yue read the last chapter back and forth for a long time, showing a little smile.

"I won't write about killing in the future."

That's what he thought.

As a Taoist priest, writing is to find yourself unhappy.

He didn't think so before.

Now—

He thinks it's very, fucking, so reasonable.

Floating in temple affairs every day, mediating between customers is enough torture.

Xuan Yue decided to enjoy the few fishing gaps.

Of course, not everyone involved will have the opportunity to get busy.

That's it.

But it does not prevent occasional swinging.

And just like that, he clicked post, and really breathed a long sigh of relief.

Before he was ready to empty his brain, the damn phone seemed to be monitored, and the screen was very annoying and playing the ringtone.

The music was like an evil ghost shaking the Sanqing Bell -

Let Xuanyue's brain melon seeds hurt wow.

"It's really picky."

Xuanyue was helpless and picked it up.

"Well, okay, I'll be right over.

"I know, I know, I don't want to be late.

"Mmmmmmmm, I didn't write it, I must concentrate on temple affairs.

"Absolutely not!

"Huh? Oooh. Goo means pigeon, uncle.

"What pigeons?

"Amount"

Xuan Yue wasted a lot of effort, and finally explained it clearly to the elders of the division who were out of touch with society.

He got up and put on his black robe, fastened his cloud socks, and put on his shoes.

Just as Xuan Yue was about to go out, he remembered something, returned to the computer, and turned on the writer's assistant.

Looking at the flashing red dots and comments one after another, he smiled a little.

With a small delay, he pulled out the hairpin, recoiled his long hair, and tied a mixed sideburns.

After that, it's time to connect with life.

"A little delay isn't called delay, is it?"

Xuanyue let out a dogeon's muttering and closed the door.

The computer on the desk lights up the screen, and the messages refresh one by one.

I don't know how long after the owner of the house left Xuanyue, the circuit in the room seemed to be stuck-

The lights in the room began to flicker, and the laptop switched back and forth between charging and non-power mode.

So much so that the screen kept flashing black and bright.

I don't know how long this situation lasted, but a fresh breeze suddenly rose in the house.

The computer screen glows strangely brightly, and a figure gradually appears, like a projection.

He wears a strange mask and a yellow robe.

"Here?"

"Once upon a time?"

The masked man murmured, his voice magnetic and vicissitudes.

The eyes in the mask blinked, and then closed their eyes to feel.

"It's not quite the same, although it is also the time of the end of the law, but the underlying logic is different.

"It's strange, the immortal sense is so weak, I'm afraid it's not a world pill?"

He was a little puzzled, and looked around the house, his eyes were quite interesting, and his posture was not in a hurry.

"Interesting, there is Taoism, it seems to have arrived in some strange place.

"It's a similar setting, but the environment seems to be harsher."

The Masked Man said.

He saw the computer, sat down, and got up to the top of his game.

When encountering any problems, such as hiding settings or passwords, they lightly depress the fuselage, and then unreasonably break them by themselves, which is far more hacking than hackers, which makes people cry out for horror.

Time just flowed by.

Xuan Yue walked back to the single room exhausted, and he was stunned the moment he opened it.

He rubbed his eyes.

Damn, I've been robbed!

Still looking at my computer!

Without waiting for him to say anything, the strange man sitting on the computer raised his hand and grabbed it, and Xuan Yue was swept into the room by an invisible force, and the door was closed amicably.

Twenty minutes later.

Xuanyue Xiaodao squatted with a blue nose and swollen face, and the masked man sat and watched him.

"That's the way it is, got it?"

Xuan Yue's shocked look did not dissipate, and she nodded with a complicated complexion:

"I see, write about your deeds, your stories."

As he spoke, he paused, stopped talking, and finally said:

"I don't know. What do you call it? ”

The masked man chuckled and said:

"Left Road."

After Zuo Dao finished speaking, he thought for a while and said:

"You can also call me a candle dragon, while I'm wearing it."

Left Dao points to his mask.

"You in this world are too weak, even if you have a way to practice inside.

"But the environment makes it impossible for you to achieve in your lifetime, so many things can't be passed on to you directly.

"I'll come over regularly to tell stories, and if they disappear—

"Wait for me."

(End of chapter)