The Fourth Book by Qingdu Wuwei

I used to write novels conscientiously, and I was very happy, but a little tired. Now I am writing nonsense nonsense, but I am surprisingly happier and very relaxed. I often look at the messy and absurd spoofs I have written, and I am very happy. I just lament that the free time is like wild horse dust, preventing me from talking about my dreams to my heart's content. Just treat it as a half-smile in this pale life, lingering on in your spare time, stealing a cup of it to forget your worries.

This book uses a crazy village as a metaphor for the human world, where each class has its own unique features. His abilities are as powerful as a horse flying into the sea or a carp dragon eating the Jade Emperor. Even though I am a lunatic, I have to take a few steps back to pay my respects to the Emperor!

In fact, I think it's quite interesting if it's a bit absurd. Anyone who rules has to stick to the rules. There's nothing wrong with being a little bit deviant, just let yourself go (although some people don't understand), but it's a pity to stop writing. Come on, author.

It's better to fall into the absurd reality. You and I are both delusions, and normality is the disease.