After reading the sixteenth and seventeenth volumes, I just want to say: "Pingchao, I'll sweat for you." ”

I don't know the overall idea of the fairy road, I don't know the follow-up arrangement of the fairy road, I am a leisurely pedestrian on the fairy road, accustomed to the evening bell like the frost of the twilight corner, accustomed to the spring flowers and autumn moon-like years, Shi Shiran drunk under the sun...... It's just that at the moment when I inadvertently looked back, you quietly put a dangerous peak on the road I will travel......

You and I have never been alive, and the two places are far away from each other, I am afraid that I will not be able to see each other for the rest of my life, so I can only send a few words from the Internet to understand you. In my current sense, you are an adventurous person. Uploading Xianlu to a purely commercial website like the starting point is an adventure, because the possibility of hitting the street is too great, and you are lucky that Xianlu eventually attracted its own friends. However, just when everything seems to be going on as it should be, you start adventuring again.

In historical military, Western fantasy, and traditional martial arts books, if the protagonist can block ten thousand with one, it means that the author has lost his imagination. Only Xianxia, because of the magnificent description in Chinese culture, from the wanton imagination in the legends of generations, the people of the world are so powerless and helpless and incompetent in the face of this great existence. In the Romance of the Gods, the million-strong army composed of mortals is nothing, and the countless heavenly soldiers and generals in Journey to the West have never been placed in the eyes of the great sage. Xianxia, a hotbed of personal heroism, has become a foregone conclusion.

What do you want to do in Pingchao? From the beginning of the encounter with the bandits, from the beginning of the Luofu controversy, to the moment of the South China Sea War, a wisp of ghost intent to subvert quietly lingers on the end of the pen, is it deliberate, or is it a roar in the soul that is uneasy with the status quo, unintentionally revealed? You know, this is related to the definition of gods, ghosts, immortals and Buddhas, to the structure of sentient beings in the Three Realms, and to emotions, thoughts, and The balance and thinking of power and so on, for you who are writing a novel for the first time, I don't know what it means, I just know that your behavior is dangerous.

Ping tide, you are adventuring. It is not so much that Lingyi acted resolutely for love, which led to all kinds of later things, it is better to meet by the lake, it is better to be a little trick in the courtyard, it is better to say that it is the drinking at home in the mountains, it is better to say that the pure bamboo cup, the warm jade pendant, the sweet little tiger tooth, the quiet gaze, you are gambling, you are gambling with all the previous efforts and returns, and an almost nihilistic future, what is the difference between this and Xiao Ding's act of burning manuscripts? No amount of elegant words used to describe war can change the cruelty or cruelty of war, and no amount of mild attitude can hide the darkness of political struggle itself (this is my guess). I wish I was suffering from masochism).

Under the deliberate arrangement, the fairy road where the moon was bright and the wind was clear, there were storms, black clouds, and showers covering it layer by layer, and what kind of mood would those pedestrians on the fairy road be like.

Don't you really understand? No, you do, it's just that you don't want to go back.

On the shore of the lake, a young butterfly once puffed out its little wings, and after several reincarnations, it finally converged into a sea rain.

You're still on an adventure. The sky is always the clearest after the storm, do you remember the darkness before? When we look up to the heroes, who knows what that glorious aura was exchanged for.

Wake up, the young man who used to be in a green shirt and eyebrows is now a small boat in the angry sea. Even if you are calm and determined, wise and brave coexist, I am afraid that you can only identify your own direction, in front of the dark heaven, in front of the sharp blade of time, all the hearts will be engraved with scars.

I will not be afraid of the blade of a strong enemy, because I am by no means a coward, I will not be afraid of the hardships of life, because I will eventually become a brave man, but I am afraid, I am afraid that you are smiling, but your eyes are sad, I am afraid that your eyes are full of sadness, and your words are still the same as before, I am afraid that you are obviously the same as you used to be, but your heart has stayed forever in the distance.

Growing up is never as wonderful as you imagined.

Forgive me for my selfishness, I hope that Awakening will live as before, talk about the wind, play with the moon, give birth to a few fat boys or little girls, and then gradually grow old, and then die ordinary.

Is this possible? Of course not. So what else can I say?

Ping Tide, you boldly move forward

Written on the front: For the authors of the novel, no matter how high or low they are, I admire them very much, mainly because I have tried to paint them a few times, only to find that it is too difficult, too difficult. Mentality, knowledge, talent, writing...... 5555 Don't say it, don't say it, the more you talk about it, the more sad it becomes, let's be honest and be a book friend.

It's simple to be a book friend, it's also simple to be a good book friend, look at the author with a tolerant heart, say more words of encouragement, be tactful when giving opinions, and when you really can't do it, you will abandon it without saying a word, that is. (It seems that someone doesn't think like this, someone uses the tongue as a blade, holds a pen if he holds the edge, and is accustomed to making a fish knife in his life, picking tendons and cutting bones, doing everything, eyebrows facing each other, and remembering to see red.) After identification, this person is not as good as me. I am wearing a harmless sheepskin, there is this thing, let him be better than the three rivers, the text is all over the world, in the eyes of the author, it must be a difference between relatives and relatives, and a confidant of others. When I wrote this, I couldn't help but laugh three times. You ask me who someone is?6 cents)

Another: In the middle of the night, I think of the flat tide fairy road, and I really hate it, because of the fairy road, there are hundreds of chapters, and the blank space is promising. I want to abolish the gods, pick up mountains and seas, and redraw the Three Realms; on morality, integrate all learning, and comfort the way of heaven and man; get rid of chaos and suffering, get together and rejoice, and write about the joys and sorrows of the world. Then he talked about the flat tide, and he was silent. My heart was unhappy, and this morning, bryana was shocked by a word: it is difficult to reconcile. (There are major bugs in the whole paragraph :))

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The first fifteen volumes of the fairy road are like a babbling stream, running through the valley, from the leaves and among the grasses, gathering energy bit by bit, and by the sixteenth volume, it finally runs in the established direction.

For this reason, Ping Chao once wrote a special article to elaborate on the creative intention and ending prospect of Xianlu. Why did he write this article? In my opinion, he has no idea whether his book friends can accept all kinds of changes, whether they can agree with the layout of the successor, and even the impact on his soul. This is too important, the book is for people to read, and if everyone doesn't think so after reading it, then it's worth it. Especially in the seventeenth volume, the one written by Ping Chao is called careful, so that you can smell a little bit of walking on thin ice from the text. But will this satisfy everyone? I don't think so, in my case (no matter what kind of sheep's clothing, a wolf is still a wolf after all), it is not good that there are too many characters in the subsequent episode, it will make my brain ache as a single-celled animal, and too few will it be impossible for two or three people to make some big waves. If the plot is complicated, it's not good, it's tired, it's simple, I still have Ben Grimm's fairy tales at home that I haven't read. If the emotions are intense, my heart is not very good, and if the emotions are flat, I always seek solace in books. Now you know how to write, right? If you do, you don't have to look down.

When a small boat is in the turbid and turbulent angry sea, what should be considered is not the question of whether to capsize or not, not the question of whether to sink or not, but the question of how to move forward.

Is it because the writing becomes more and more immature? Is it Jiang Lang who has done his best? Is it the utilitarian heart? If so, then grasp the eunuchs, so as not to mislead people. But if, I mean, if you don't think you have those problems, then what are you worried about? Are you afraid that when you wake up, all the book friends in Xianlu will become white?!

The thick is the full moon, and the faint is the lack of the moon.

If you haven't forgotten the original intention of writing the book, if you wake up to the pure heart of the boxing in the chest.

Then, when the tide is flat, you boldly move forward.

(Armored cavalry, written on 2007-3-15)

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Pingchao Commentary: Rest assured, everything is under control. Thank you cavalry!