Mr. Fang's Life as a Cultivator

Hello everyone, this is the author, and it is indeed the real person who has returned. I've been quite focused on writing lately, so I haven't been reading many comments. Please forgive me. In recent years, due to health reasons, other commitments, and a lack of ideas for writing, I haven't started a new book.

The beginning was alright, but it gradually fell into clichés starting with the rescue of the girl by the river. When the neighbor's sister appeared, it plummeted to a precipitous drop. After only two pages, I couldn't watch anymore.

Does anyone remember the old-fashioned pickled cabbage noodles from the legendary Fang Laomo? Three years later, they've become pickled scallion noodles 😅. Was Ni Shui Zhi Ye eating them while writing this, or perhaps you enjoy them?

How to put it? It's a bit of a bait and switch. Of course, it's not that the writing is bad—the beginning is really well-written. But later on, you'll find that the part where the fortune teller helps others but doesn't get any benefit in return, and the part where the woman keeps pestering him to find a path to immortality, is particularly vicious.

If you're under 20, try to avoid reading this. The book is about following the example of ancient sages and Buddhas, giving without expecting anything in return; if an eagle is hungry, why not give it my flesh? For the first few chapters, I thought it was another "The Legend of the Chess Master," but it turns out to be a poisonous book.

Could it be that you came back because you can't find a job now? If so, I'm afraid it will end up like the other guys I finally decided to pursue, all of whom I never got around to. At first glance, I thought it was some kind of high-tech internet cafe retirement story, but it turns out to be a new one. (Save and wait and see.)

Having read up to chapter twenty-six, all I can say is, it's a real shame. My writing style has improved significantly, and there's a clear difference compared to the writing style I used in internet cafes back then. From character descriptions to environmental descriptions, I've grown in every aspect, and the flavor of my writing is different now.

In reality, all sorts of grand principles and inspirational quotes have already been said; the ancients have already expressed everything, both the positive and the negative. If you fail at something, it's simply a matter of fate; if you succeed, it's all about human effort. In any case, the ancients are always right. The truth is, people always prefer to hear what they want to hear, what they believe to be right.

The beginning was alright, establishing a reclusive figure, but the cultivation of immortality fell into clichés from the start. If the protagonist were to figure out cultivation on his own, it would be fine, but he's just begun his own cultivation, hasn't even figured it out, yet he tries to teach others to be good and how to cultivate.

The protagonist feels like a useless scholar from a later Confucian era, completely lacking the spirit and ambition of earlier Confucian scholars. If earlier Confucian figures were like him, they would have all died out before Confucianism even spread. It's nauseating to watch.