At twelve o'clock at noon today, "Eight Desolations of Scattered Cultivation" will be on the shelves. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Something I want to say.

In fact, this story, to be more precise, is the latest of all the stories I've conceived over the years. In order of seniority, it is the little brother.

At the beginning, because of drinking a big bowl of chicken soup, coupled with my confusion, despair, loss and collapse and unable to see the direction, I resolutely abandoned everything and hid in a low-rent house to write.

That's right, writing, isn't it very compelling?

Haha, haha......

I've always believed that I'm writing.

This is my first book, and when I wrote it, I didn't know anything about online writing, I only knew how to write a good story.

But I'm a person who is easily influenced by external factors.

A bad word, a cloudy day, is enough to make me feel bad for half a day.

I'm most afraid of cloudy days, and whenever it's cloudy, I'm extremely depressed and can't write a word.

Then I will hypnotize myself, it's not cloudy outside, it's not cloudy, you see the cold wind and black clouds pressing down on the city, this is a sign of the immortal demon war evil forces invading the world!

Haha, haha......

Because my mood is very easily influenced by the outside world, I was very scared when I first quit my job to write, I was nervous all day long, afraid of hitting the street, afraid of being ridiculed, afraid of being despised by my parents, and afraid of being reduced to a waste.

One of my youngest children was born in such an extremely depressing situation.

Truth be told, when I wrote it, I wanted to make up my mind. I'm Han Sheng, and I'm forced to live by this fucking world, even though I'm not bad in the eyes of many people. But just like when the workshop boss Wang invited Han Sheng to go out to play, he was alive and well in their eyes.

Yes, there is food, drink and money, and they can go out to have a good time if they have nothing to do, and regard the place where they work as a qualification to brag, they feel that life should be spent like this, waiting for blessings and disasters to fall, and they can't escape it anyway.

One of the most common sayings is: "Man's destiny is predestined, and this is destiny." ”

But I'm not reconciled! Han Sheng is unwilling! An Zhifang is unwilling! The Scattered Cultivation League is unwilling!!

When writing this book, although the writing was immature and I couldn't write what I wanted, there were three scenes where I cried.

The first is that when Han Sheng defeated Yun Si, the scattered cultivators were forced to help Yun Si, and Han Sheng roared: Why must the scattered cultivators bow their heads and accept their fate, why can't we be free!

The second is that the Scattered Cultivation Alliance met Sanyan, and a group of Zhuji met the Transformation Gods, and the difference in strength was desperate, but they still drew their swords and charged, dying for freedom in the rain of fire.

The last one is An Zhiming and Han Sheng's breakup, in fact, each character in the story is a part of the author's personality projection, and when the two of them broke up, I also broke with my past self.

The book was a terrible grade, and many people said it was too depressing, yes, I was alone in the field when I wrote this book, cutting off all contact, and the depression was almost all projected into the novel.

Fortunately, I can see that the current style of writing has changed a lot from before, and it is more wanton and rampant.

Haha, rampant, it is this fearless and rampant style of writing.

I don't have an outline, it's all about what the characters will do and what they will encounter.

It's a story that's built on characters.

It's a story of struggle, redemption, and freedom at its core.

This is a story from confusion and pain to chasing dreams, and finally fearless.

This is a story of only 300 collectors' editors-in-chief comforting the shelves......

Well, I won't mention the sad things.

Thanks to the support of Mustard Seeds, in two months, sixty days, and more than 1,400 hours, with the collection and clicks plummeting, only you are with me.

I haven't said it, so I'll tell you secretly here. One day I turned on the computer, the collection fell again, I was so desperate that I couldn't type a word, and then you sent a sign-in post.

I thought no one was reading and you posted a sign-in post.

Two months, sixty days, more than 1,400 hours, and you are the only one with me.

My brain was in a mess, so I turned off the computer, stood up in a daze, and walked back and forth in the room.

Do you believe it? I used to have such a hard time, every day was cabbage boiled noodles, nested in a small room of 30 square meters typing, the collection was falling every day, not a single recommendation, but I always gritted my teeth and insisted.

But a simple check-in broke down the entire defense line, like the last straw on the back of a camel.

I was tired of walking, so I sat on the ground and wept silently with my back against the wall.

A man in his twenties, hiding in a low-rent house day and night, spending less than two yuan a day, all he hopes is to pursue his dream and prove himself.

But the road ahead is too lonely, and there is no one to accompany you.

When I was most desperate, I had a fever and coughed up blood, and my feet were like stepping on cotton, and I even thought about dying like this, I was born as a human being, and I am sorry.

But at least I'm with you, I don't care how many collections I click to reward, I'm just afraid of being lonely.

Two months, sixty days, and more than 1,400 hours, it is difficult for mustard seeds to sing, and only you are with me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.