In fact, just look at the chapter titles, and you don't want to finish the book.

This is my first book, and as the pinned thread in the review section says, this is my first child.

I value him very much, and I want him to be famous and loved by everyone, and at least grow up healthy no matter how bad it is, which makes me proud.

But it died.

Ignorant and ignorant to break into the online literature world, in addition to code word uploading, I don't even know how to rank rankings and vote rewards. Pondering and meditating all day, trying to write something that satisfies oneself and satisfies the reader.

But in the end, I still gave up on the Eight Desolations and gave up on this child.

Had to give up.

I've always been embarrassed to tell you that I write for a different purpose than others.

I want to write something that can be passed down to the next generation.

In my mind, my own children will be happy to read my works and proudly say when talking to outsiders: "The long road is like blood, my father !!."

For this reason, even if you are poor all your life and starve to death in a thatched hut, you have no regrets.

Who has not died since ancient times? I would like to be a shooting star.

When I first started writing, I was crazy with joy, sitting in front of the computer for 12 hours a day, and my bones rattled when I got up to go to the bathroom. I check each chapter at least three times: once after writing, once after uploading, and again after publishing.

I spent a lot of time thinking about the words. Try to be perfect, and at the same time use to analyze yourself and torture your soul, you can also get everyone's resonance.

Say something unashamed, and the text carries the truth.

I'm more hungry to prove myself than money.

When I was 100,000 words, I signed a contract and got the qualifications to be recommended and put on the shelves.

Also at the time of 100,000 words, the eight wildernesses of scattered cultivation that I want to talk about have already ended.

On the night of the signing, I was so happy that I rolled in bed and yelled out the window that the editor finally approved of the story I had written!!

When I rushed to the group of authors and told them that my book had finally signed a contract. Many authors went to see it, and then they all said that my book was going to be blocked.

I don't believe it, I don't believe it! This book was originally intended to imitate the revolutionary history of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union and ****, from the workers' workshop riots, to the establishment of a base in 100,000 mountains, and then to the spark that can start a prairie fire. I wrote a lot of outlines, trying to avoid alluding to this dynasty, I want to establish a republic in the immortal cultivation realm, and then fight against the demon invasion. In the end, like the pattern after World War II, the Sanxiu Alliance is a United Nations that is a hundred times stronger, dealing with disputes among the five ethnic groups, everyone lives in peace, and no longer starts wars.

But a god-level author told me: "Readers are not authors, they won't understand your idea, as long as they don't like it, they will report it." The old demon of Montenegro who dreamed of a magic machine, and the dancing Tianjiao Wushuang, were all forced to end up. You are a rookie writer, and you will seal the book when you receive a report at the starting point, and quickly change the subject matter of the eunuch. Now in this world, who dares to write about the revolutionary stream!"

I still don't believe it, I ran to Longkong to post, to Zhihu to ask questions, to WeChat to follow, and to Weibo to leave messages. I thought of all the solutions I could, I searched all the Internet gods I could find, and I asked them for advice, trying to keep this book. I wrote these 100,000 words for a month, and I carefully considered the words of each chapter, setting up a lot of foreshadowing, how could I seal it because of the so-called "insinuation"?

In the end, only the two great gods of dancing and wandering toads replied to me: This matter has nothing to do with the starting point, and if you don't want to seal it, don't write it.

I see, how easy it is, don't write it.

So I let Sanyan appear, he was the cruel reality, and slapped Han Sheng, Sanxiu League, and me in the face.

Behold, the freedom and dreams which ye seek are ants and rubbish in the face of absolute strength!!

People don't have to make a move at all, and they will let you all die with momentum alone!!

Kill Han Sheng, kill the Sanxiu League, kill the Luthor who wrote the book with a dream, and tell everyone to fuck your dreams!!!

But after killing Yun Si, I suddenly relented.

Don't want to kill.

I want Han Sheng to live, I want to see if there is any way to save the country, and I want to rebuild the Scattered Cultivation League.

The outline is lost, the character design, the foreshadowing route, all are lost.

Han Sheng is a casual cultivator, An Zhiming is a casual cultivator, and Jiang Lin is also a casual cultivator. They collided in my mind, stretching out three different routes.

Dream, destroy, and save, why don't they divide their troops into three ways, one to destroy the Eight Desolations, one to rebuild again, and the last one to guide sentient beings? Or An Zhi became a demon, Jiang Lin duel with him, and Han Sheng returned to Earth?

Another month passed, and even with a single-digit subscription, I continued to write, because I wanted to write the stories I had fantasized about from the other direction.

Until I was seriously ill a few days ago, I didn't have the strength to type, and when I was taking water and medicine, I turned on my phone and began to watch the Eight Desolations of Loose Cultivation.

Who the wrote this story, and why can't I read a word?!

The entire scattered cultivation of the Eight Desolations has become a mess.

The most important thing is Han Sheng.

This soul figure who was supposed to become a scattered cultivator of the Eight Desolations died.

From the time he naturally said to Sanyan: "My life is better than your life", the young man who once drew his sword and shouted knelt in front of reality.

An Zhiming was right, his alliance leader died in Tianzhu Mountain.

But Han Sheng is not wrong, and the characters in it are not wrong.

It was me who was wrong.

When I voluntarily chose to cut down the outline and forcibly let those loose cultivators die because of the so-called "high-voltage line", this book, which encourages everyone to pursue freedom and dreams, became a joke.

I still remember when I first wrote the book, I excitedly wrote in my diary: ""The Eight Desolations of Scattered Cultivation" is a story of freedom at its core, and the Scattered Cultivation League is a group of people who stumble but always pursue their dreams!"

I killed them with my own hands.

I regret that I let Han Sheng live 400,000 words, let him perform more than 150 chapters like a clown, and I even drove myself crazy at the end of writing.

Who the hell is this man? Why is his name Han Sheng? Does he have anything to do with that tenacious teenager?!

I changed the world and saved a living dead.

Can you imagine that Comrade Lenin or Comrade Mao would abandon the revolution and learn martial arts to strengthen their bodies, fight bloody battles in the ring or on the battlefield, and have their wives and concubines all the way to the world?

I'm going crazy, why am I still writing this off-topic book?

Is it a 600 yuan full attendance award?

I write books for dreams, for that vast and magnificent world and for heroes who roar in the sky, not for money! Even if I cook noodles with cabbage every day, even if I am regarded as a waste by everyone, I just need to write a good story and a good story that will give everyone a thumbs up!!

This book made me understand many shortcomings, and I was better suited to tell some long-standing myths and legends than the settings of war and moves, interspersed with some amusement and funny. Those magnificent and atmospheric war epics still need to be studied.

I usually read a book with ten lines at a glance, and I dislike the author's lack of words and slow updates, and I didn't understand the hardships of online authors until I wrote the book myself. Not everyone can go to tens of thousands of speeds per hour, and more people are at 800 per hour, and authors like me with a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder have to check twice after each chapter is written, and the speed is so slow that they vomit blood. Eight hours and 6,000 words, and I always feel that I need to revise it again.

Because of this, writing about the Eight Wildernesses every day has become a kind of torture. I kept dropping my favorites, subscribing to single digits, I had no outline at all, and readers laughed at me for writing rubbish. Distraught, I can't get a word out.

In the two months of full-time coding, my weight fell from 70 kilograms to 54 kilograms, and a lot of my hair fell out. I really can't hold on, I originally wanted to be a direct eunuch, but when I think of the four hundred book friends who collect, even if you are watching pirated copies, I want to at least give you an ending.

But I don't like bad endings, to be exact, I'd rather be eunuchs than bad endings. At least the eunuch still has room for melancholy and brain supplementation, and the bad end really makes people want to draw their knives against each other.

Luoshui, Luoshui, why do you have to make up for your Zhibei tour? It's really bad......

Maybe many years later, I'm still writing books in the online literature world. When the policy is relaxed, I will pick up the eight wildernesses of casual cultivation again, pick up this child who was painfully abandoned by me back then, take him into the hospital, and become beautiful.

Maybe I will write a very popular book in the future, with a lot of people loving the main character. But in his heart, Han Sheng will always be the one who feels the most guilty.

I'm sorry for a lot of people, but if I write it again, I'll go crazy, I can only say I'm sorry.

I hope that Han Sheng will return one day.

I hope so. (To be continued.) )