My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 71 Sanjiang Speech
Sanjiang this Sunday at noon.

This is my first time to go to Sanjiang after I wrote nearly 500 million words of books on Qidian and Mouqie.

There are so many things I want to say.

Ever since I started writing the flopped book “Starting from Crosstalk” in 19, I have been fantasizing about the day when I would go to Sanjiang, and the day when I would be able to write a message about Sanjiang like other authors.

It has been five years, almost six years.

I finally got God's favor.

In fact, it can be seen from this that I have no talent for writing books.

There are so many authors whose first book was published on Sanjiang, whose first book was a masterpiece, and whose first book received 10,000 orders...

When I see them, I often sigh that they are a reward from God.

Then he put away his jealousy and envy, and continued to type silently with his head down, feeling lost.

Later, I wrote "This Martial Saint Just Wants to Be an Official"

At that time, it was my first time to master the crude use of foreshadowing.

At the same time, a fleeting thought came to my mind: "Can I write a book that is full of foreshadowing? Can I write a book that will shock readers every time I reveal the foreshadowing?"

Then the second thought was to shake my head and laugh at myself.

"How is that possible? I'm not a genius, nor do I have any talent given by God. I'm just a street thief, a stray dog ​​on the roadside, a simple clown."

Ever since "The Martial Saint" flopped, I definitely thought about starting a new book.

That is April this year.

I submitted my article with great anticipation.

I was rejected nearly twenty times.

Revise and rewrite again and again.

It lasted for two months.

No, it's rubbish, no one can understand it.

I remember that after my last submission failed, I didn’t sleep that night and sat in front of the mirror in the living room for a while.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I see how filthy I am.

A sentence came to my mind:

"It's true, stray dogs, trash, clowns."

Because the family business failed at that time, his father was in debt of 200 million.

My mother didn't want to be talked about at home, so she left her hometown and went to Shanghai alone to work in a nursing home to take care of the elderly, earning 6,000 yuan a month.

My child was just born.

Although I don't have to worry about my father's debts, I still have to pay for every penny my child spends.

Although I had two open jobs at the time, my royalties totaled less than 5000 yuan, which was not enough to cover my expenses.

My wife is at home taking care of the children and has no income.

Everything in the house is bought with my wife's last savings.

I feel bad every time her savings decrease.

Sometimes I joke with her: Don’t you regret following me and falling into my quagmire?

When she heard it, she would frown and come over to hit me angrily with her child in her arms.

I always beg for mercy.

Afterwards, she would huff and change the baby’s diaper.

I went to change it in dejected mood.

At night, she was still thinking about this matter.

She whispered in my ear that she believed in me and that she was willing to give me time...

I turned over with my back to her and pretended to be asleep.

But my heart was choked and I didn't know what to say.

She is only 24 years old...

My mother called me and said that the nursing home provided food and accommodation, and she didn't need much money on a daily basis. She helped my father pay back 3000 yuan a month, and the remaining 3000 yuan was of no use to me, so she gave it to me.

I wanted to say no.

But I saw that my wife’s eyes were a little red.

And my children...

He was just born and his eyes were full of confusion.

He was still wearing the cheapest wet diaper...

I don't know how to say no.

The above is not to gain sympathy, it’s just because I have no one to talk to in reality, and no one is willing to listen to me. I want to say it, and I can only say it to you. I hope you don’t find me annoying.

In October.

I submitted my last draft. This time I had a new editor, good luck to Team 9.

This time I voted for "My Father is a Confucian Sage"

I sewed together all the rejected manuscripts and made a beginning.

pass.

I was ecstatic at that time.

I thought, even if no one reads it, I will continue to write, because there will be a full attendance bonus of 1500 per month in the first three months after it is put on the shelves on Qidian.

In this way, I can open three businesses and earn more in a month!

That night, I happily began to prepare the outline.

At that moment, an idea suddenly popped into my mind, which was what I had secretly fantasized about last year.

"Can I write a book that is full of foreshadowing? Can I write a book that will shock readers every time I reveal the foreshadowing?"

As soon as these words came out, I couldn't control the restlessness in my heart.

So, there is "My father is a Confucian saint, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior"

Although many things are still handled very roughly.

Although many things are still not well grasped.

But I watched the collection in the background increase day by day.

An epiphany began to dawn on me.

I'm not on the wrong path! I'm on the right path.

So this book has survived until now.

At the same time, I promise that after the book is put on the shelves, I will update it with no less than 10,000 words a day, not only for everyone, but also for my wife and children.

Finally, I need to explain the Confucianism and Taoism in the book.

What I have set is that Confucianism and Taoism are invincible at the same level, no matter if facing demons, alien races, or any other cultivation systems, they are invincible at the same level and can even kill people above their level.

This is a very perverted setting, and it cannot be without weaknesses.

Therefore, the righteous spirit of Confucianism can only affect the martial arts aura of a warrior, but cannot affect his physical strength.

The reason for this situation is that in ancient times, the demons were rampant and the Demon King at that time was invincible in the world.

The human race is in danger and may perish at any time.

What should a martial artist do if he can't defeat the demons?

At this time, the Confucian saint stood up. He targeted the demon clan, established his own destiny, and founded Confucianism.

The physical strength of Confucian and Taoist monks was sacrificed in exchange for the lethality of Confucian and Taoist righteousness against alien races.

At the same time, we must also take into account not harming the warriors who are also fighting for the human race on the battlefield.

So, this is why Confucianism and Taoism have little influence on warriors.

Finally, with the joint efforts of Confucian saints and warriors, the human race survived the crisis of extinction.

This is my understanding of Confucianism. For the sake of human race, one can ignore one's own abnormalities.

I have read other Confucian and Taoist books, and I always feel that they are practicing Taoism under the guise of Confucianism and Taoism...

Of course, this is definitely related to the fact that I don’t watch much.

In fact, the above is a spoiler, but in order not to affect everyone's reading, I will say it here first.

Because many people are complaining about how the great scholar was poisoned...

Why don't you talk about how the great scholar dealt with the demon tribe so decisively? ?
They are both fourth rank, and they can kill the demon tribe in one move... It's very abnormal! !

Of course, the protagonist does not have this limitation.

When he encounters monsters and other races, or even the Xuanzhensi, Taoism, Buddhism, etc., he can suppress them with Confucianism and Taoism.

If I meet a martial artist, I also know some boxing techniques.

This is the point.

Finally, let me talk about my favorite character in the book.

First, Zhang Lun. He is too pure.

Second, Dad.

Third: [This ranking is in no particular order] Aunt Lin, Sai Chuxue, Qin Wanyue, An Shiyi, and the Beauty of the South Sea...

last of the last.

Thanks to the editor for good luck.

Thanks to my good brother, who has two pen names.

One is called Aihechencu.

One of them is called Fa Cai Jushi.

(Key point!!)
I am really so grateful to him. He was my mentor in writing books. He told me everything and answered whatever I asked. He is a great man.

Recommend all my brother's books!!
I hope everyone will support my brother!!
(End of this chapter)