Why do you always want to be my Taoist partner?

"It's too early to talk about these things now. Wait until Junior Sister Bai Sheng has a thorough understanding of the sword's meaning and slowly she will be able to touch the threshold of sword power. Then I will slowly teach you."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Bai Sheng, but Bai Sheng's expression seemed a little dazed. She looked at Jiang Li quietly, "Will Senior Brother Jiang Li still be by my side by then?"

Jiang Li was also stunned for a moment.

After several seconds, he said, "No one knows what the future will be like, so promises are the most meaningless things. I don't want to restrict myself, and I don't want Junior Sister Bai Sheng to restrict myself, but now I hope that I will still be by Junior Sister Bai Sheng's side by then. I have an immense hope."

"Brother Jiang Li is so awkward."

"I've always been like this." Jiang Li smiled and blinked at her, "Does it still hurt?"

When talking about this, Bai Sheng's eyebrows became a little aggrieved, and she whispered, "It hurts."

"How about Senior Brother Jiang Li help you rub it?"

Bai Sheng glanced at him angrily, "Go to hell."

"I mean well, but it's too much." Jiang Li smiled, "Then Junior Sister Bai Sheng, go to sleep first."

"Where's Senior Brother Jiang Li?"

"I need to draw the talisman paper and the array plate. It's okay. I'll watch you sleep."

So Bai Sheng closed her eyes obediently, and Jiang Li began to carefully draw talisman paper and formation plates beside her. The room was still very quiet, but it seemed less lonely today.

After finishing today's drawing practice, Jiang Li breathed a sigh of relief, looking as if his soul had been drained. He came to the bedside, moving carefully, not wanting to wake up Bai Sheng who was sleeping soundly. He came to lie down beside Bai Sheng, but just as he lay down, footsteps were heard.

When some footsteps fall into your ears, you can quickly identify the person because you are extremely familiar with each other and close to each other. Jiang Li was just about to call Bai Sheng to get up, or sit back in the chair and pretend to be a gentleman, but Dabai at the door had already jumped up happily and opened the door for Yue Ji who had arrived.

Yue Ji, wearing a light purple palace dress, stood at the door. The first thing she saw was Jiang Li, who had just sat up from the bed with a look of surprise still on his face.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

Yue Ji's body trembled slightly, but she quickly raised the corners of her lips and leaned against the door. Her peach-like eyes, although they looked playful, concealed something deeper.

She just looked at Jiang Li quietly for a long time.

She was really smiling, a bright smile, her head slightly tilted, the hair in front of her forehead fell down a little, covering half of her eyes, and she asked.

"I seem to have come at the wrong time?"

Chapter 66: The language of emotions

As usual, it will be available on the shelves at 12:00 am on September 9th, with seven chapters updated.

The following is nonsense, please skip it if you don’t like it.

I hesitated for a long time whether to delete the following nonsense. I always felt that it made me look like a clown. Finally, Tao Jun gave me a coin, and I got the answer by tossing the coin.

Yes, even my remarks on the launch of the book are all the same old thing, without any originality, and they were all written by Midnight Yuyu.

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Before writing this book's launch speech, I read the launch speeches of all my previous books.

Then I felt a sense of absurdity.

This absurdity comes from my sudden and surprising discovery that I have changed a lot in these four years.

I have always been a person who hates change. I always think that change means being forced to compromise, which means that emotions will become weaker and more restrained than in the past. Exchanging the purity, naivety and innocence of the past for so-called stability is a very disgusting thing for me.

Yes, I found that I actually missed the me who used to talk about "hunting you" all the time, I missed the me who didn't get much royalties but would be so happy that I wanted to jump for joy once the money came in, I missed the me who liked to prove my existence by arguing with others, but this has become very absurd to me now.

Now, I often feel that it is stupid to quarrel with others, and it is stupid to curse others with dirty words. The me in the past did all the things that I think are stupid now. It was so stupid.

So this is really interesting. If I hadn’t read those comments when the books were put on the shelves, I would have almost forgotten the person I was in the past.

I wrote for four years, from when I was fifteen to nineteen.

In four years, I wrote two campus romance books, three urban supernatural books, and three ancient style fantasy books.

The character who performed best among these books is Little Junior Brother Sword Immortal, because this book is the most cheerful and simple, with few complicated emotions and sad moments. Xu Xiaoluo is always laughing and joking, playing and laughing with the beautiful sisters until the end of the story.

Among these books, I think the best one is Almost a Hero. I like the atmosphere of confusion in the whole book. It is not loneliness, but confusion, a kind of confusion that comes from the bones. The kind of confusion is called not knowing how to "live."

My favorite among these books is Why Do You Always Think About Falling in Love with Me, because I really like Su Yuejin and Xiao Cha Cha in the book, and I think they are two very interesting characters.

The most painful thing written in these books is "Miss Devil, Please Spare Me", not because the book is painful, but because when I was writing the book, my mood was always struggling in repeated torment, and I was opening an emotional blind box every day, not knowing whether what I would get today would be good or bad.

My emotions have been very strange over the years. There is obviously nothing that makes me painful, but I am always anxious and always put myself in a strange circle of thinking.

People who are familiar with me should all know that I used to have a habit of adding some PS at the end of the chapter to say something. The most common thing I said was probably... I'm going to drink, I'm going to drink, I'm going to drink.

In the past two years, I have spent about 300 nights out of 365 days in the bar, including this year.

I can't figure out whether I drink every day because I'm in a bad mood, or I'm in a bad mood because I drink every day. This sounds ridiculous.

I have been working full-time for more than two years, but I never thought that I would work in this industry. I thought I would be a chef. Yes, the hero in the book writes and cooks every day when he has nothing to do. The reason is that I really can cook. I worked in the restaurant kitchen for two years and was about to be promoted to stove chef. As a result, I made a major decision in my life and became a full-time writer. This is also absurd.

Every moment in life makes up who I am today, and if I delete every moment in my life, there will be no me today.

So by chance, I am writing down these words of thanks for the release of the book and saying all these random nonsense.

Some crap is said about this book.

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After finishing both "Sword Master Brother" and "Devil Miss", I began to wonder what kind of story I should write.

Compared with other books, Miss Devil's performance is not good. Because this is a very stream-of-consciousness story, which is what everyone calls a riddle man. I feel that the dialogues of the characters are like guessing riddles, and I can't understand what they want to say or write.

Of course, this is true, because Miss Devil was not written for people who say those things.

It is a book for people who can understand it.

Okay, I admit that it's a bit stupid to say this, and I feel like I'm very proud of myself, but in fact the beginning of the book itself is designed to screen readers. The beginning tells a simple story about a seemingly mentally ill male protagonist who meets a woman who is about to become a zombie, but finally still stubbornly accepts her invitation to go to her house, watch a few movies together and then go home.

There was no exciting and ambiguous start, no tense story, no reversal, no climax. If it weren't for the support of a group of old fans, the results would probably be a little worse.

Because that opening laid a lot of foreshadowing.

Of course, of course, I know that I am not qualified to let unfamiliar readers accept the inexplicable foreshadowing at the beginning, and I didn’t think so. What I thought at the time was that readers who can continue to read after reading the first three chapters must at least be very "patient."

I love telling stories to patient people.

The pace of the times is too fast, and we have gradually lost our patience. In order to deal with this dilemma, we need more straightforward and fast-paced stimulation. This is why various dramas such as "Dragon King's Son-in-law" and "Flying Lu Feng" have been popular in the past two years.

Because we are all slowly losing our patience.

When I used to read online novels, my favorite were Xiaobaiwen. At that time, I was reading Douluo Dalu. My favorite online novel author was Mars Gravity. I have read each of his books more than five times. Yes, every book.

Because I can't find a good book, I will take it out and read it again when I'm bored.

...I must mention here that I watched Against the Gods when I was twelve years old, and now I am nineteen years old and Against the Gods has not yet been completed.

But at that time, online novels, both amateur and exciting novels, would have to lay the groundwork for more than a dozen chapters before they could have a small rhythm and an exciting point. Now, many readers basically click to read the first three chapters, no, the first chapter. If they don’t find anything interesting, they will just close the book and look for the next one.

Because sensory stimulation does not come fast enough, demand determines supply.

Of course, of course, I didn’t say there is anything wrong with this phenomenon. After all... the truth is in the hands of the majority.

I haven't read much online literature in the past two years, and I basically read works by old authors. So some time ago, I suddenly realized that I seemed to have become a remnant of the old era, and there was no ship to carry me in the new era.

When I was writing about Sword Immortal Senior Brother, I had actually seen quite a few comments, which roughly meant that your ancient style books are too homogenized, each book follows the same routine, and each male protagonist is like the same person who can only copy yourself, which is boring.

I was very surprised at the time, and I couldn’t understand it at that moment.

The junior brother and the senior brother use the same settings and the same system, but they tell different stories.

Is it really?

At that time, I tried hard to refute and tell them that I had also written about heroes, about always thinking about love, and about many different things. Until today, I suddenly realized something.

From the moment I said those words, I felt like I had to have a caesarean section to remove the powder to prove my innocence.

It seems like I have to prove to them that I can write different things, I can write with other routines, I can write with different male protagonists, I can write different stories... Only in this way can I prove my innocence and prove that I can write more than just those things.

Some time ago, I reread The Golden Age and read the first paragraph. Chen Qingyang came to Wang Er and tried hard to get Wang Er to prove that she was not a slut, but Wang Er smiled and told her that since they all said she was a slut, then she was already a slut. It would be better for the sake of our great friendship to just be the slut in their words.

Damn it, I suddenly realized it.

Yes, they are right, I really can’t write anything else.

I'm really sorry that I can't do it.

The reason I wanted to refute at first was because I really felt that what I wrote was a completely different emotion, but later I actually doubted myself because of what others said. This... is also quite absurd.

What I like to write most are all kinds of exquisite and interesting female characters. In the past, I preferred younger sister characters, but in recent years I have preferred older sister characters. So every book of mine actually writes about the ambiguity between me and female characters, no matter what the subject matter is.

I have always felt that it is unimportant whether there is a routine or not. If I really want to write a routine, I should borrow the outline of Chasing the Husband at the Crematorium to write it. After all, it has been very popular recently and I have to keep up with the trend of the times. But I don’t like this routine because it is difficult to avoid the character’s personality being templated.

But I just wanted to write some interesting interactions between male and female characters, and various entangled love stories. I never really cared about the subject matter, background, or routine.

I've said it before, I don't like those routines myself, I don't read them myself, and I can't force myself to write something I don't like. Sorry, I can't do it.

In every ancient style book, there is a male protagonist who sells clothes and skirts. It’s just because I want to see the female characters have more beautiful clothes to wear, and there will be more interesting scenes when I think about the plot, that’s all.

The idea of ​​selling clothes and skirts originated from the junior brother. His presence in the eyes of the senior brother was actually very low, and his presence in this book was even lower.

Each book has different female characters. They are all very interesting, with their own character arcs, their own personalities and their own ideas. Because of their different experiences, they are also different people.

The male protagonists in each book are actually different. Some are timid, some are open and aboveboard; some are extremely resistant to love, some are extremely afraid of love; some feel that life is empty, and some are full of hope for life. These are differences in details, but for me, they are the real core things.

Forget it, I don’t want to have a caesarean section to remove the powder, I’m just a slut.

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In fact, I feel that the quality of each of my books is improving. Of course, it may not be the improvement that many people understand.

I feel that I can depict a scene better, describe a psychological state more appropriately, and write about more complex character psychology, but actually speaking this may not be a good improvement.

Because... no one has much patience to think about those psychological details.

It is precisely because I don’t want to think about it that I feel like it is a “riddler” and I find it incomprehensible and tiring to watch. I think it is absurd, but when I think about it, it makes sense.

It makes me feel uncomfortable all over.

I said a long time ago that turning a hobby into a career is a cool thing, but also a cruel thing.

There was a time when I really felt that I had lost my passion for writing books. Partly because I was tired of writing and had expressed all the emotions I wanted to express, and partly because I felt that not being understood was quite tormenting for me.

How should I put it? To put it simply, if I were a cook, I cooked a dish that I thought was delicious, and happily served it to the table for everyone to taste. Some people thought my dish was delicious, and I felt complacent and thought it was natural because I also thought it was delicious.

But there will always be people who think it doesn't taste good, but can I blame those who think it doesn't taste good? I can't, otherwise it would be too stupid.

Because it just doesn’t taste good to them.

It is natural that it is difficult to satisfy everyone, but I find that I am getting more and more bored with cooking. I try hard to make the dishes more detailed, but all I hear is that the taste of the dishes is all the same. I don’t like to cook sweet food, but more people like sweet food. I think I should seal the spoon and never cook again.

But later during that period of time, I almost became a hero by writing, and regained some of my passion for writing books.

Because I realized once again that writing cool stories is a cool thing, and if someone thinks this story is cool, then I will be very happy and satisfied.

Later I wrote Big Brother, and the later part of Big Brother made me feel very miserable. I had originally planned to write 2 million words, but in the end I wrote 1.2 million words, which is a reasonable and perfect ending.

Miss Devil also ended her life in a simple daily routine.

After finishing those two books, I actually thought I should take a good rest for a while, but I suddenly felt bored during those days and didn’t know what to do.

I have been writing books for several years, and there have been very few times when I have stopped updating for more than two days. I update the books steadily every month, and it has really become a part of my life. So if I don't write something, I always feel like something is missing.

Originally, I wanted to write a first-person campus story, but after writing the first three chapters of that story, I thought a lot about the subsequent plot, partly because of some hidden factors, and partly because I realized that I couldn’t write that story well at the moment.

That story had to have something more interesting, I had to experience it, to feel it, so I put that project on hold for the time being.

Then I sat in front of the computer and started thinking, what kind of story should I write?

I can't write campus stories now, and I just finished writing "The Devil Lady" about urban supernatural. I'm not interested in magic, and I don't understand gender change. I am quite interested in pure white stories, but I'm really not good at it. I can only write a short story.

The only remaining option is ancient style.

But I don't really want to write in ancient style. People who are familiar with me know that I don't like to write about pretentious and face-slapping stories. I think it's too stupid. I admit that there are a lot of ** in this world, but I think the fewer ** in the story, the better. A ** person will weaken the logic of the whole story.

So what do I write?

I thought about it for a long time, and when I thought about the mood I had when I first wrote Lao Dian Ji, I still miss that time during that period.

I think Mr. Lin An is very interesting, because he tried so hard to be loved that he lost the ability to love. So Jiang Xiaoli came into the story.

Lin An's plus version.

I always hear people say that the male protagonist of every book seems to be the same person, but how can you ask a person who is jaded all day long to write about a sunny and cheerful boy?