What would Jing Jiu say when he first met Xu Le?

It is a self-introduction.

I originally prepared some words like Xu Le, such as Xiaofeng, a native of Yichang, Hubei. I used names, resumes and other things, as well as the names of my family.

That's too awkward, let's talk about it briefly.

I live in a very happy and happy family.

Many years ago, my best friend Zhuo Siming from college went to Yichang to play and stayed at home for two days. Later, he often recalled that he saw the sunshine when he woke up. My parents were fighting against the computer Landlord and laughed. The whole family was full of happiness.

The leader later said many times that when she went to Yichang home for the first time, she felt that the atmosphere was very good, and her niece, Huanzi, was very well-behaved and charming, which made people feel very comfortable.

I grew up in such a family. I have been free and easy since I was a child. I changed my name when I wanted to change it, and I didn’t go to work. Later, I started writing books based on my interest, but I actually made money... It was a wonderful and smooth decades.

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Even if I didn’t have much money when I was young, I got up every day to eat noodles, and took the sports weekly newspaper to the children’s park and sat on the grass in front of the lake, and I didn’t feel like a literary youth pretending to be lonely and imitating despair, but a kind of happiness of doing nothing.

So if I could do my life again, I would definitely live like this.

There is also a big lake outside the window of Daqing's house. The scenery varies according to the weather. I am very happy now. I rarely stare at the lake. Most of the time I only give a habit of admiring it. Occasionally I will be more diligent and take photos and send them to friends in the two groups to see.

When the sky is full of clouds, when the wind is roaring, and when the rainstorm falls, the lake is very beautiful. The most beautiful thing is that one day at 4 o'clock in the morning, I was about to go to bed, and suddenly I found that the world outside the window was still... There was fog across the lake, and there was no wind on the lake. It was as flat as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds in the sky, which was so beautiful that it was heart-wrenching.

With such a beautiful scenery, I slept comfortably. After waking up, I threw the photo into the group. The San Shao and the Sanbao jumped out at the same time and said - Mirror of the Sky!

It really feels like that, but this kind of picture is too rare. I have been in Daqing for ten years, and only when there is no wind on that day can there be a picture-like scene.

Life is like a lake outside the window of Daqing, and there are fewer times when the wind does not rise.

My mother had no clear consciousness before leaving. We stood by the bed, listened to her closing eyes and said something very clearly.

——The wind is calm, walk.

This is my mother's last words.

Now the words on her tombstone are: "The wind is peaceful for a lifetime, and the waves are quiet for thousands of years." This sentence was written by me on the glass wall of the study and used in the story.

When the wind is not blowing, you have to pay attention to the scenery outside the window. When the wind is blowing, you also have to try to see some beauty. Happiness needs to be found. You have to look for novels, variety shows, TV, movies, sports, eating, drinking, fun or beautiful scenery and people.

If you really can't think about it and look into the deepest part of life, it must be the popular word "有有", although most people may not understand what "有有有有有有有有有有有有有有有有有有有有有有有有有有有有�

Here again, the words of Roman Rolland are expressed - "There is only one true heroism in the world, that is, to recognize the truth of life and continue to love it."

I have said before that this sentence is a compromise of accepting one's fate and a helpless self-comfort, but now it seems to be very good because everyone needs comfort.

What is the meaning of living? It is to look at the other side of the mountain, to think about why the water flows down, to find the origin and the truth of everything. If it can’t be found? Then continue to look for it. Then what if everything, including existence itself, is meaningless? This is a false proposition. As the book says, eternal life cannot be proved, and everything has no meaning and cannot be proved. Therefore, Jing Jiu will keep moving forward, proves the existence of life with life, and proves the existence of meaning by pursuing meaning.

We are not him, we just need to think about it.

I have been very afraid of death since I was a child and often think about this issue. After the age of forty, my phased view is that the purpose of living should be to explain the matter of living.

Of course I can't explain clearly. The story of Dao Xingtian is not used to explain this matter, I just want to describe this process.

This is different from the Record of Zetian. The Record of Zetian says that there is no destiny, only choice, and the focus is on the change of our own destiny every time we choose. Although the road facing the sky has many forks, Jing Jiu and Taiping Zhenren, even the choices of Sanyue, ancestors and General Li are different, and the choices of younger generations such as Zhao Layue, but that is not important. Because all roads ultimately point to the same place.

The road is facing the sky, and each side is on its own.

No matter where you go, just keep going.

The story of the Great Dao is not very reasonable, I just want to write what I think of cultivating immortality. There was a saying in the introduction of the Toad Book in the past - thousands of magic, infinite great Dao. I only ask one question, can I live forever? This is the principle of cultivating immortality that I thought since I was a child. Why do humans need to cultivate immortality? For higher, faster and stronger? Even if you want to enhance your personal strength, it is just for self-protection, not for glory.

It is difficult for me to accept a novel about cultivating immortals fighting, conspiracy, and power skills. If I can, Jing Jiu should hide in the cave and not go out like in his previous life. The problem is that it is not called a novel.

In fact, what I did in the end was quite failed. I often made some conspiracies, made some exciting plots, and kept pretending... There is no way, the professional ethics are too strong, and it has become a habit to give priority to readers' reading sense.

Fortunately, I like most plots very much, such as eating hot pot in Shenmo Peak, eating hot pot in Yunji Town, eating hot pot in Jingyuan, walking on the sea of ​​clouds in Tianguang Peak, turning into swords in Liu Cihua, and grinding swords along the way. My favorite is the Zhongzhou School Questioning Conference, grabbing the tripod in the Qingtian Jian, and I write very happy about the plot after the ascension, especially the life of Building 720 on the Moon Planet. Because of that building, the snow, cats and birds are the lives I have, and I have fed many cats there.

The pursuit of dullness, the plot and character are not strong, and the long life of a practitioner will also give another feeling of life and death. I have told you before that forgetting the plot over time is what I foresee and expect from the beginning of writing the Great Way. I don’t expect that the whole book will be remembered by many people in the future. Just like a modern poem, you will feel it when you read it, but few people can remember what this poem says.

In the Chaotian Continent, the volumes are all ancient poems, and after ascending to the Galaxy Alliance, they are all modern poems, of course they are made on purpose. I like those volumes very much - Haitang devoted a lot of time and energy to this - combined with what I said in the previous paragraph, my real idea is to write the Tao into a poem.

Which poem is it? It is the passage used in the book. The last passage from Shi Tiesheng's "Me and Ditan" has been comforting me over the past few years. I think it is a poem that cannot be better. Please allow me to copy it again:

"But the sun is the sunset and the sun rise every moment. When he goes out and walks down the mountain to collect all the desolate lights, it is when he is burning on the other side and climbing up the top of the mountain to spread the harsh morning light.

That day, I will also walk down the mountain quietly, holding my crutch...

One day, in a certain mountain valley, a cheerful child will inevitably run up, holding his toy."

Of course, that's not me.

But, isn't that me?"

The universe refines a song and dance into eternity with its endless desire.

What kind of human name does this desire have? It can be ignored."

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What kind of human name does this desire have? It can be ignored.

Maybe his name is Gu Qing, maybe it is Nan Qi, or Shen Qingshan and Shen Yun buried, maybe it is Xue Ji, maybe it is Xu Le, of course it is Jing Jiu.

At the beginning, I thought about whether to write the avenue into a group image, so I had the above consideration. The main reason was that I was worried that Jing Jiu was bored - his body was special, his mind was also special, and he was invincible, so this kind of life would inevitably be boring.

Many readers are talking about Jing Jiu’s tastelessness. Once I saw a title called “Tasteless Man” online, and I almost used it on him because he couldn’t taste the taste and could not experience many of the tastes in life.

It is of course a risky way to use him as the male protagonist, but I decided to do this when I opened the book because I confirmed that his tastelessness and boredom have the greatest enthusiasm and deepest persistence for life, and those are the parts that each of us is the most common, and the part that life needs the most, and are the birth of life.

Only such people are qualified to be the embodiment of the endless desires of the universe, and naturally they are more qualified to be the protagonists of our story.

There is another protagonist I have written about, and that is Xu Le, because he has become a god, but he has chosen to leave his life.

When I was writing the afterword of the Vermilion Bird many years ago, I said that I wanted to write a nerve trilogy, namely, enter the spirit, and distract the spirit.

Many friends probably didn't notice that the last volume of Dao Xingtian was called the "Divine Record". Yes, this is the last part of the trilogy.

In fact, after ascending to the Galaxy Alliance, most of the friends who have seen Jianke guessed what was going on. Yes, from Qing Yu Nian to Jianke and then to the Dao Xingtian, this is a world I have always wanted to complete, and it is something everyone has always known.

When the Great Way opens the book to the sky, I was already sure that this would be the last big novel. The reason why I said in the comments on the new book would be the last two or one big novel was that I didn’t want readers to think that this story was the last part of the trilogy too early, because if it was confirmed that it was the last big novel, I would definitely finish writing the trilogy.

Since it was the last long, I wrote more seriously, more cautiously, and more presumptuous than before. Just as I mentioned in the new book's reviews and the two million words reviews, the preparations for the Dao are done in particular and the writing style is very deliberate. Even if it may appear craftsmanship, I will definitely stick to it to the end.

When I opened the book, I once said in my comments, would you worry about the story being too boring when writing like this? The male protagonist in the book would say in the future: I have never thought about this problem.

I am extremely cautious in technical details, but I am very presumptuous in terms of interest and core. I will not make any adjustments or self-discipline, and I have only hesitated on one thing.

At first, I planned to write Xu Le as a villain - Gods were used to standing opposite to humans, and I became the kind of person I hated the most back then - this kind of literary singing, this kind of subversion of the past was too deliberate.

I don’t care about deliberateness, but I like Xu Le. Why do I write him as someone I don’t like? More importantly, I don’t feel that the past needs to be subverted.

The stories I wrote, the people in the stories, whether they are good or bad, whether they are brave or cowardly, are all what I want to write.

Jiang Yicao and Achou left Gaoyang with blood all over their bodies. Where is the spring breeze? The old dog taught in Jiujiang, the white elephant passed by in the distance, Maitreya was about to explode, and Zou Leilei was still sleeping quietly. Fan Xian finally stood up in the grass, and Chen Pingping waited for him to come back. The second senior brother, Wang Po, the arms of the west were broken. Chen Changsheng and Tang Sanshiliu watched the fat carp sink to the sludge at the bottom of the pond on the trees of the National Education College. The sky did not give birth to a master. The eternal night was like a long night. Sangsang was cultivated into a Buddha by Ning Que, so he naturally forgot how to make fried egg noodles. The spring breeze-like Liu Ci came lightly and left lightly. The morning light was like yesterday, the wind and snow were as before, and there were only black and white colors in front of the building 720.

A cat was lying on the wall of Lao Bizhai, and also lying on the edge of the cliff of Shenmo Peak, watching all this, and when it was in the small bookstore, it was still a jealous mouse.

This is my past.

Very simple.

It’s about writing stories and writing about those people.

This kind of life begins when you are bored.

In 2001, I tricked my family into buying a computer to read novels and listen to music. When I was free, I wrote a martial arts novel with the background of the Northern Song Dynasty. To this day, no one has read it except my family.

Then in 2003, when I was busy on the forum, I was bored and wanted to chat with the moderator of the material area, Achou, so I wrote Yingxiu for ten years and brought her into the book. There were several small poems written by her during the Qingyu Nian. Last year, she forgot about this. She went home and checked for a long time before she said that it seemed that she wrote it. Time was really terrible. The leader was a moderator in the comment area at that time. He naturally understood it and started to consider the issue of making money, so he had the Zhuque Ji. I admit that many times, the creative attitude at the beginning of the Zhuque Ji was very bad, and he thought it was to make money, so there was no need to be too serious. It was not until the Taiwan Press went bankrupt and the...asxs. It was completely reversed and the attitude was started. The very casual battle between gods and Buddhas was written so happily, and I had no pleasure every day off every week.

Zhuqueji didn't make much money, but he officially entered this industry. It was the first time that Mao Ni's name appeared in front of you. Then he wanted to talk about marriage, which involved making more money. So he had a very positive attitude and wanted to write a big red book, which made the birth of Yu Nian.

After writing Qing Yunian in 2009, I had some savings in my hand. After calculating, I paid the down payment of the house and the wedding ceremony was enough. The house price in Daqing was very cheap. When I bought it, I paid more than 4,000 per square meter and borrowed more than 300,000 yuan. I felt very stable, so I decided to write a book I wanted to write the most, which was Jianke. The subject matter and practice of Jianke, and no matter how I looked at it, I knew that the audience was limited, so I took the initiative to tell Baojian that I wanted to reduce the price... Look, how accurate and cute my judgment on the market is.

After finishing the work happily, I felt that life was so awesome, so I fell into strong anxiety and thought to myself what to do if I finished this book. So I wrote a book that I thought I should be the best, that is, Jiangye. In fact, I always thought that from fullness to realization to grades and all aspects, Jiangye was the best, because I was still young at that time.

But after one or two years of rapid progress, my body couldn't hold on in one or three years. After my father's heart bypass surgery, he couldn't take it home from the airport. He went to the community hospital and asked me to go directly to the large hospital. Then the doctor in a hospital looked at my blood pressure and ignored me. He picked up the phone and asked if there was a bed in the inpatient department? No, it was necessary to have a bed... High pressure of 22 is also a great experience.

I recuperated like an old man for a while and overcame a lot of tinnitus and bleeding from the eyes, which were not serious but extremely anxious. I finished writing Jiangye and went to Tencent Literature. Although both sides are now family, at that time... I raised my eyebrows and felt a little stressed. The pressure lies in my grades that must be good...

Fortunately, the results of Zetianji are really good.

Then in 1925, my mother fell ill, her emotions, energy and time were torn to describe. At that time, I could only see the four words "I'm not updated today" in the WeChat public account. I never explained the reason once, because I was still writing it seriously.

Looking back, from the Vermillion Bird Record to the Great Way to the Sky, every novel has something that I am extremely proud of, and every book is my proud work. I try my best to each book, and it comes from my heart, as if I am in the abyss, and I will never give up until I shake my head.

The same thing, if life can be repeated, I will probably still be like this. Why? Because we can only live once, friends! Since that's the case, of course we must live without regrets. This is my pursuit, and I have been doing this for many years.

I have said many times that my literary talent and technical ability may not be too strong, but my professional ethics are really good. Of course, what I said here is not about up to ten thousand words a day, but about constantly changing things - there will always be something happening when I am alive, and I don’t have the time and energy to write - but every story I write is very serious and has a very positive attitude, which reaches the limit of my ability. It is normal to not like the novels I write, which does not mean that I am not serious. Creating such things is ultimately self-evident. If the author uses his full mind, then it will be perfect.

I did this.

There will always be rewards when efforts are paid.

Since 2003, I have been writing Yingxiu for ten years. I have been writing books for 17 years seriously. My grades are really good. My subscription is really strong. I have won the monthly ticket and the annual championship. My film and television adaptation scores are very good. No matter from any perspective, I should be the best in the industry. I have won a lot of awards. I should have won many online articles. Besides, no matter who will write the history of online articles in the future, I will definitely mention the stories I and I wrote, otherwise I would be writing nonsense.

This is glory. I didn't say it before, but now I'll show it off. Why? Because you want to make you more proud and more bragging if you like me or these stories. Although my views have not changed for more than ten years, it's enough for everyone to like books, and you don't have to like the author. Similarly, it doesn't matter if you hate me as an author, don't go up to the book, but what if I have some career fans?

Our readers' title is Seven Groups.

Xiong Linquan, Lao Bai, Da Vinci and others have a strong friendship because they have lived and died with Xu Le, but they must be because Xu Le is awesome.
To be continued...