Thanks to the book friend for reminding me that there is an activity where you can write Easter egg chapters (free extra)
I immediately came back to life.
Then there will be a little extra chapter at the end of this chapter, and then there will be a special extra chapter.
If the system can display it.
If you don't want to hear what's going on, just scroll down.
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Looking back on my creations in 2022, I can only say that it was both painful and happy, with constant surprises in various senses.
It made me wonder for a while that there was a time for writing a book, and then there would be demonic exam pickets, which would make people bald.
The most impressive update reminder content is simply hitting me in the face with monthly tickets.
The interaction between book friends is also very interesting. I like to share this chapter with everyone.
If so, of course there is no eunuch. There are several factors that are bothering me at the moment.
1: Burned out my brain——
As the name suggests, after burning for a while, I couldn't write many things (I tried various methods).
2: Real things are too busy——
How should I put it? I am very busy at the end of the year, and I will also be busy at the beginning of the year. Basically every year, these months, July of the lunar calendar, will be like this. Originally, I thought I should be able to withstand it, even if I didn’t save the manuscript, but damn The success of the new crown was broken as soon as it came.
3: Plot problem——
There are some plots in the second volume that make me a little afraid to write. I have been hesitant and constantly changing. This is a problem encountered in the creation. As for what aspect it is, I can only say what it is written. I think there is always a difference between me and the book. Otherwise, I have been thinking about how to break the situation——
The above three main points have forced me to stop updating, and even try to write a new pit to see if I can find inspiration. Of course, there is no difference in severity, and new pits will not come out so quickly, even if everything goes well. , I’m afraid it won’t be released until the middle of 2023.
Before and after this, I will also work hard to keep this book updated.
Then, I would like to send my New Year greetings in advance to all the readers who may still be watching.
I wish you all——
May the New Year go well, may you be well, may you succeed in your studies, and may your marriage be happy.
Finally, it comes with a free extra chapter. I know how to write this stuff! ! !
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======【Extra 1: Ordinary】======
"I like the ordinary very much. 』
"But I'm also afraid of being ordinary. 』
"It is rare to encounter several major events in one's life.
"Those major events will change a person's life.
"So ordinaryness is the main theme, which is not a shame. 』
“But I’m also afraid of being ordinary.
"When something happens——
"You will feel powerless.
"You will discover your own foolishness.
"I will be angry at my own cowardice.
"Reunite the pain of being ordinary." 』
"So, whether it's me or people——
"Struggling between the ordinary and the miraculous day after day.
“I don’t know what I long for and fear. 』
Xuan Yue typed the last line and breathed out.
He took some time out of his busy schedule to finish writing the last paragraph of a book.
I feel like a big stone has been lifted from my heart.
Xuan Yue read the last chapter back and forth for a long time, smiling a little.
"I will never write anything again."
That's what he was thinking.
As a Taoist priest, writing means making myself unhappy.
He didn't feel that way before.
Now--
He felt that it was very, damn, very reasonable.
Dealing with temple affairs and dealing with clients every day is enough torture.
Xuan Yue decided to enjoy the few fishing breaks.
Of course, not everyone involved will have the opportunity to get busy.
Just a choice.
But that doesn’t prevent occasional swinging.
Just like that, he clicked publish and let out a real sigh of relief.
Before he was ready to empty his mind, the damn phone seemed to be under surveillance, with the screen turning on in a very annoying way and the ringtone playing desperately.
That sound of music is like the evil spirit encountering the shaking of the Sanqing bell——
It made Xuan Yue's head hurt.
"You really know how to choose the right time."
Xuan Yue had no choice but to pick up the phone and connect it.
"Well, okay, I'll be right over.
"I know, I know, I won't be late.
"Yeah, yeah, I won't write anymore, I must concentrate on temple affairs.
"Absolutely not!
"Ah? Oh. Gu means pigeon, uncle.
"What pigeon?
"Forehead"
Xuan Yue spent a lot of effort and finally explained clearly to the elders of the sect who were out of touch with society.
He stood up and put on the black Taoist uniform, tied up his cloud socks, and put on his Shifang shoes.
Just when Xuan Yue was about to go out, he remembered something, returned to the computer, and opened Writer's Assistant.
Looking at the flashing red dots and the comments, he smiled a little.
The small delay allowed him to pull out his hairpin, arrange his long hair again, and tie it into a Hunyuan temple.
After that, it’s time to face life.
"A little delay isn't called a delay, is it?"
Xuan Yue murmured like a dove and closed the door.
The computer screen on the table is on, and messages are refreshing one by one.
I don’t know how long after Xuanyue, the owner of the house, left, the circuit in the room seemed to be stuck——
The lights in the room started to flash, and the laptop switched back and forth between charging and no-power modes.
So that the screen kept flickering from black to bright.
I don't know how long this situation lasted, but a breeze suddenly blew in the room.
The computer screen emits a strange brightness, and a figure gradually appears, like a projection.
He wears a strange mask and a long yellow robe.
"here it is?"
"The world of the past?"
The masked man murmured, his voice full of magnetism and vicissitudes of life.
The eyes in the mask blinked, then closed their eyes to feel.
"It's not quite the same. Although it's also the end of the law, the underlying logic is different.
"It's strange that the immortal sense is so weak, maybe it's not a World Pill?"
He was a little confused and looked around the room with interesting eyes and a calm attitude.
“It’s interesting, it’s also Taoist, it seems like it’s going to some strange place.
"It has a similar setting, but the environment seems to be more harsh."
So said the masked man.
He saw the computer, sat down, and started operating it skillfully.
When encountering any problems, for example, if you want to hide settings or passwords, you will lightly press the fuselage, and then unreasonably destroy it on its own. It is far worse than a hacker, and it makes people scream so scary.
Time just flows by like this.
Xuan Yue walked back to the single room exhausted, and was stunned the moment he opened it.
He rubbed his eyes.
Oh my god, we were robbed!
Still looking at my computer!
Before he could say anything, the weirdo who was sitting attentively on the computer raised his hand and grabbed Xuan Yue. Xuan Yue was pulled into the room by invisible force, and the door was closed in a friendly manner.
Twenty minutes later.
Xuanyue Xiaodao squatted with a bruised nose and face, while the masked man sat and looked at him.
"That's how it is, do you understand?"
Xuan Yue's shocked look remained, and she nodded with a complex expression:
"I understand, write your deeds, your story."
As he spoke, he paused, hesitated to speak, and finally said:
"I don't know. What do you always call me?"
The masked man chuckled and said:
"Left path."
After Zuo Dao finished speaking, he thought for a moment and then said:
"You can also call me Zhulong when I'm wearing it."
Zuo Dao pointed to his mask.
"You are too weak in this world, even if you have internal training methods.
"But the environment prevents you from achieving anything during your lifetime, so many things cannot be directly passed on to you.
“I’ll come here regularly to tell stories, and if I disappear—
"Just wait for me."
(End of chapter)
