As I said at the beginning, I'm a rookie author.

The book is a bit slow-paced, I'll admit, but I must say two things.

Since the beginning of the book, every chapter has been written by me seriously and seriously, and every plot and character is, and more than 1.3 million words have been written so far, and I have never deliberately written a word.

The second thing, I've never at any point, tried to fool the reader.

100% sincere, 100% serious, no matter how you feel about reading, I am right about myself, right about the conscience of heaven and earth.

I have experienced a lot of things since I started this book, my grandparents died suddenly, and the river next to my house burst...... I haven't specifically mentioned many things, and I hate to make the relationship between the author and readers the same as a TV variety show, telling stories and saying pitiful.

It's all my own business.

These are not things that readers want to read when they read a book.

No matter what the writer has been through, he should also be responsible for the words he writes, and he should be responsible for every penny that the reader spends, and nothing is an excuse for the quality of the writing to deteriorate.

I mentioned that I had a fever, and the previous heavy rain, just because I was worried that I would not update it on time, so that readers who were willing to wait for the book to be updated stayed up all night in vain.

I'm mentioning this today because a lot of readers have scolded me for malicious hydrology in the new chapter, so I have to say something.

This is a matter of the author's principles of life.

I had to clarify.

I've always thought that being able to write for a living is a rare privilege, and I cherish that immensely.

Just as Cao Lao believes that he and Gu Weijing's master and apprentice are a sacred relationship in the article, I also feel that the relationship between readers and authors is a rare fate.

It is my honor to have readers who like this book.

That's why I spent the whole day burning, still sitting in front of the computer, typing before 12 o'clock, and finishing today's update.

I repeat, I'm not trying to get readers to sympathize with me.

I just want everyone to think about it, is there someone who is sick and has a fever, and knocks word by word, just for a few cents of water?

Why bother.

It's because I'm thinking that I've met a lot of readers and friends who warm my heart, and I'm looking forward to the next chapters, so I'm sure to update them today.

So when I wrote 4,000 words, I found that Cao Lao hadn't gotten the painting yet, and no matter how uncomfortable it was, he had to write until he saw the painting, no matter what.

That's what I promised my readers yesterday.

By the way, I'm even afraid that everyone will not be satisfied with it, and I have tried to study how to make this chapter free, but after it is put on the shelves, there are only two options: VIP and chapter testimonials.

Cao Lao's regulations, Lao Yang's psychology, and the design of these plots, none of them are easier than writing Gu Weijing's paintings, not a word.

If everyone is angry because the plot is not well written, I'm sorry and I'm sorry for letting you spend money to see text you don't like.

If people are angry, it's because they think I have a bad attitude towards writing.

This is my confession.

Finally, I would like to add that yesterday I promised to write about Cao Lao's paintings, and today I wrote that Cao Lao received the paintings.

That's not what I intended, I write every day and I always feel like I'm going to write faster.

That's a bit embarrassing.

I'm sorry.

(End of chapter)