On an Actor's Self-Cultivation

At first glance, it becomes an actor's self-cultivation

I really like your persistence, so I'll say a few more words. First, your writing is the best I have ever read, and it is very immersive. Second, because of this, the scene-like chapters written are particularly attractive and make people unable to help but keep reading, but the transition chapters are relatively less tense. There is no way around this, hahahaha. Third, in terms of content, the detective and fighting scenes and content you wrote, as well as the description of the atmosphere are all amazing and shocking. However, the house fights and political conspiracies are completely embarrassing and collectively demoralizing. So currently my favorite is Zhe Jinchun. It is strongly recommended that you try modern fiction, various contents, and even infinite horror streams. After all, such good writing is really rare. You always have to try it to know which one is more suitable, hahahaha. Of course, please work harder on the emotional scenes. The old aunt will always support you! Finally, you can check out these three authors: Paradise Exile, Domu Mudo, and The Marshmallow Rabbit. Their grasp of all kinds of content is really worth reading. Please don't argue, what you said is correct.

I'm getting more and more confused now. This book suddenly switches back and forth between ancient times and modern times. The story lines are all different, and there is no connection between ancient times and modern times. The only connection seems to be to fight in modern times and travel through ancient times? And it has not yet been explained why the heroine's Qin appears? What exactly is it? The growth of the heroine is not her own growth. It is the things around her and the chords in her mind that drive her growth. The portrayal of the heroine also makes me feel vague. From the psychological description of her in the article, she is idle at one moment and noble at the other. The rhythm also makes me feel divided. The rhythm was so good in ancient times, but in modern times I find it strange. In modern times, there is always not much information in a chapter. I don't know if I'm the only one who thinks so. I know that the author is usually used to crafting his work carefully and slowly laying down the clues. But readers who keep up with updates will be very tired. If two chapters a day still have enough information, then one chapter... It's better to gain weight before coming back.

I like this book because it has a real heroine (ahem, what the hell is real in the fairy tale)? Su Yin is not the heroine of Shuangwen, she is the kind of good and lovable girl we may encounter in our lives. She is beautiful and eye-catching, but not all men love her (the male characters in the book follow or try to follow her, but they actually value her ability and it is beneficial to their goals). He loves his job (likes acting) and is serious (otherwise how could he become a master of the Displacement Sect), but has shortcomings in talent (his acting skills are not good, and even after cultivating an immortal, he is not extremely smart or has a strong memory). She is a bit lazy (that is, she has no plans to be a top-notch person or win a few statuettes, nor does she plan to be a leader in the world of immortality). She points to others to help when trouble comes. She is kind-hearted and afraid of death, but she is also brave enough to take on responsibilities that only she can bear. She loves money but is not ambiguous when it comes to spending money to save people. She loves gossip but is measured... In short, I prefer this one to the heroine who dominates the world.

I saw what the author said about subscribing in the latest chapter, and I wanted to share my thoughts. I personally think that this book is not written poorly by the author, but because the author is willful. After all, looking at the copy, it is a cool article to upgrade the monster-killing style. However, the two time and space jumps, and the heroine Xiaobai passively cultivates immortality. I am I insisted on reading the last Zhenwu Temple to get some ideas, but this kind of nonsensical cultivation of immortality will really lose readers. It is said to be nonsensical because the author probably wants to break through the current Jindan Nascent Soul upgrade routine. There is a new attempt in this book, but the readers do not understand what kind of system this is. In other words, this clue as a growth line is just like a string appearing out of thin air in the heroine. As for the dungeon stuck point, the heroine is a vase, has no acting skills, and has an underdeveloped character, which is really not pleasing to the eye. Finally, I would like to say that as a long-time reader, the first eighty chapters of this book can be sustained because of the author's fluent expressions, no rough and childish chapters, and rich vocabulary. (However, if you write about the gorgeous changes in the sea of ​​knowledge many times, it may be that marijuana and absinthe are not good, and it will become boring after repeated many times.) I hope the author can persist. Sometimes, it may be more beneficial to finish the routine early than to get stuck in one's own ideas.

The author's writing is very good! And there are no pitfalls! Yao Da's books are all excellent! Add bookshelf and other updates

I am over 40 years old when I read this book. There are too many meaningless descriptions of sorrow in order to write new words. I am too tired to read it. I feel that some wordy words can be streamlined in each chapter.

The early spring in the south of the Yangtze River is still a bit cold, and the wind can bring a chill, making people wrap up their clothes tightly. There are many rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, the most famous of which is the Luosha River. When spring has just arrived, a crew is filming by the river. At five o'clock in the morning, there were not many shops open along the Rakshasa River. Su Yin squatted beside a small pavilion by the river, facing the Rakshasa River that surged from the upstream and flowed all the way downstream. There were some old people doing morning exercises around him doing Tai Chi. Another spring breeze from the south of the Yangtze River blew by. Su Yin gathered up her lifted coat and hugged herself tighter. She squatted on the ground like a potato - the kind that had not yet sprouted. In this hot and cold society, even the cotton coat on my body can no longer bring me any warmth. Su Yin originally thought that the 108 NGs he performed in Suzhou were already his limit. NG's "Liangshan Heroes" has become the highest record for fine theaters. However, what I never expected was that 108 was just the beginning. Potato... When Su Yin thought of the countless "stuck" events yesterday, she opened her mouth and spit out her soul. One hundred and fifty? Two hundred? Or three hundred? Now Su Yin only feels that her mind is full of NG, and no matter how much crayfish she eats, she can't compensate for her psychological shadow. Will I get a 999 Cold Spirit if I keep going like this?       ""       ，，， This is my first time writing about actors and actresses, please don't hit me if I don't write well. In addition, I'm sorry, Empress Su, but when I think of fandom, my first reaction is your NG (థ౪థ) one hundred and eight times.

There are very few genuine texts on female channels about cultivating immortality. Those that are so well written and have an air of immortality are rare.

(/ω＼) Taking the decision without authorization increases the role of a cat. What bad intentions can a kitten have? [The following is the text] ＞539 February 17th, light rain. A black cat was lying on the wall, its tail wagging lazily. The rain soaked its hair, but it showed no unpleasant expression as usual. A cat's paw was raised casually to chase the butterfly that was flying lower and lower, and just fell behind the butterfly, neither close nor far. "Xianweng——" As the last sound of the piano gradually faded, a pair of slender hands slowly pressed on the strings, and the girl sitting in the courtyard calmly adjusted her clothes and put away the piano. The black cat stood up and jumped down lightly. Today is coming to an end again. Let's go to Mr. Li Dashan's place to ask for some dried fish to eat. ＞1 February 17th, cloudy. The thin black cat ran out of an unknown alley in embarrassment, still holding its own trophies in its mouth, a chicken leg that had eaten less than half of it. "Meow!!" The sharp cry of the same kind came from behind. It ran wildly without caring about the situation, turning back to check the enemy's situation while running. On the not-so-spacious streets of Xiaofang County, a carriage came galloping in the distance, with horse hooves trampling and wheels rolling. Two sleek, jujube horses snorted and headed forward. "Bang - bang!" The carriage did not stop, but left in a hurry, raising smoke and dust. The gray chicken leg rolled twice and fell into the claws of the latecomer. The little black cat struggled reluctantly twice and finally stopped here. ＞129 The black cat bit the chicken leg tightly and rushed out of the alley. There were only a few pedestrians on the street, and the sound of horse hooves could be heard approaching. What's going on... I have a very bad premonition... "Meow!" >278 The little black cat walked cautiously to a puddle, and a blurry reflection appeared on the water. The continuous rain wet its hair into strands. It trembled and stretched out its claws to disturb the water. Finally, survived. ＞540 We ate some minced meat at Aunt Wang's place and drank some goat milk at Uncle Liu's place. The satisfied little black cat jumped up on the wall gracefully. The girl in the yard who had been watching it for more than two hundred days took out her piano again. Ever since he heard the ethereal sound of the piano while passing by the yard one day, he was attracted and would come to listen to it every day. Maybe it's because, on the same February 17th, she is the only one who is different. "Meow~" Hello, human girl. After saying hello, the little black cat walked around twice, waiting for the butterfly to fly. The raindrops are falling, the music of the piano is gradually fading, and the apricot blossoms are falling leisurely with the wind. The girl curled her mouth, reached out her hand casually, and caught a petal. The little black cat yawned boredly, and with one paw, he held down the flying butterfly. ＞541 "Meow?" February 18th, the rain stopped.