I'm Just a Bad Writer!

Xiao Ye's dream is to become a great novelist. The road to creation was really difficult. After repeatedly hitting the wall, he began to study routines, pursue hot topics, and even immerse himself in the scene to collect materials. The practice of cultivating immortals became very popular. Xiao Yi then worshiped in the Immortal Sect and experienced the monastic life personally. He practiced day and night, and accidentally aspired to become the master of swordsmanship and became a swordsman. But Xiao Yi was a bad writer, so he resolutely bid farewell to his sect. After leaving the mountain, he passionately created a book called "Memoirs of a Sword Immortal" based on his personal experience. When the novel came out, it was ridiculed by the crowd: "I have only heard of the metal, wood, water, fire, and earth spiritual roots. What is the Hunyuan spiritual root?" "Enlightenment and pill formation overnight? Are you kidding me? If you don't have solid basic skills of swinging a sword 20,000 times a day, what kind of swordsman are you?" "You change a precious spiritual sword every day, but it's not the same every day? That's funny! Don't sword cultivators treat their swords as their wives? Your wife changes it every day?" Xiao Ye put on his vest and tried to explain: "The issue of changing swords varies from person to person. It depends on the habits of each sword cultivator..." "Come on, I've been studying for ten years." Reader Chigua rolled his eyes and said, "Do you know swordsmanship or do I know swordsmanship?" Xiao Ye:...... "Memoirs of a Sword Fairy" won the Golden Broom "Most Funny" award that year! Xiao Yi learned from the painful experience and switched to the bloody track. Han Chuang studied hard for years and became the top scholar in high school. He only wanted to sneak into the court, build a good relationship with his colleagues, and learn about the anecdotes and court gossip in the high school. All the way from official to prime minister, power is vested in both the government and the public. He worked hard and finally completed the masterpiece "I Can Hear the Hearts of the Imperial Palace" Readers are picking and choosing, looking disgusted: "It's just another piece of writing. Do you have any new ideas?" "It's been 1069 years, when will the wind of my heart blow over?" "If the author really has no work to do, just get up and sweep the floor." Xiao Ye was dissatisfied: "What if everything written in the book is true?" Readers: "Le, you are not the author's calf hair, are you?" "A kind word can warm the winter..." "It doesn't look like a string, stand down." "I Can Hear the Heart of the Palace" won the Golden Broom Award for "Most Cheesy" that year! Xiao Yi looked at the remaining hot topics with tears in her eyes, and resolutely decided to devote herself to the cause of writing—— A work that is not popular but "I run with the ball after the cross-dressing and gangster sex" Reader: "I can't even understand it, and the emotional line is a mess." A bad work "Sure enough, I'm still suitable to be a villain" Reader: "I started high and started low, then read the unfinished article and gave up after reading it halfway!" Transformation sweet pet work "Falling in love with the Taoist Ancestor of Destruction, and saving the world by the way" Reader: "Meng Nan's yy masterpiece, the Taoist character has been destroyed at the author's grandma's house. Aren't you afraid that people will crawl out of the grave in the middle of the night and demand your life?" Xiao Yi (putting his hand on his forehead and smiling bitterly: I have been writing articles for decades, but I am still confused when I come back. - Many years later, a swordsman traveled down the mountain and randomly opened an unread novel on a street bookshelf. After flipping through it repeatedly and reading it word for word, he suddenly sat down on the floor and breathed out. Soon after, his breath was rising steadily, and his cultivation level was rising several levels! "What a masterpiece..." He trembled and cried, "How could such treasures end up on the streets?" Everyone gathered around and looked at each other in confusion: "Taoist Priest, do you mean that everything written in the book is true?" "It's absolutely true, every word of good advice!" Everyone was silent for a long time, looking at the author's name that had been hanging on the "golden broom" list on the bookstall all year round. Hiss - what other books did that little goofball named "Su Ge" write? PS: There is no malice, it's just a joke. Any similarity is purely coincidental. Intention: The next book will definitely work!