Mr. Fang's Life as a Cultivator

Hello everyone, I am the author, and I am indeed back. I may have been focusing more on writing books recently, so I haven't read the comments very much. Please forgive me Due to my health and some busy schedules in the past few years, and I really can't think of what to write, I haven't opened a new book Now, because I have read a lot of books in the past few years, my mentality has improved a lot, and I have things I want to write. I feel quite satisfied, so I came back to write.

The beginning was okay, but it gradually fell into a cliche from the scene of saving a girl by the river. When the neighbor's sister appeared, it fell off a cliff. I skimmed through two slides and couldn't watch it anymore.

Does anyone remember Fang Laomo's Laotan Pickled Cabbage Noodles? Three years later, it became sour 🦶 noodles😅. Was he eating it when Ni Shuizhiye wrote it, or did he like to eat it?

How do you say this? It's a bit of a trick, of course, it doesn't mean that the writing is not good. Really, what you write at the beginning is really good, but you will find that later, when you help others after fortune telling, but you don't get any benefits, and the woman in the back keeps stalking you to find immortality, which is particularly poisonous. Cultivation to immortality may be beautiful, but the world is already so cruel, let alone cultivating immortality? It should be more ruthless, bloody, cruel and violent. After all, good people don't live long. As for the morality of the world, it doesn't matter if you describe a casual world of cultivating immortals. But why do you write so viciously? If it was really that kind of cultivating immortality, and the protagonist helped the woman, the woman should have given him something, but in the end she didn't give him anything. That means they should be in a very cruel world, so your leisure is not like leisure, nor cruel nor cruel. I really can't understand it. I am not talking about these nonsense here to say that the author is not good. I just want you to throw out all the things in your mind, don't be attracted by the introduction, and leave quickly. Brother, this book has countless poisonous points. Please withdraw it immediately.

Try not to read it if you are under 20 years old. What this book is about is that like the great sage Buddha in ancient times, he did everything without asking for anything in return. If an eagle wants to eat meat when it is hungry, it doesn't matter if I give you all my meat. I thought the first few pictures were another copy of "Lan Ke Qi Yuan", but who knew it was a copy of "Poisonous Weed". It's almost like the 2 pictures. The 2 pictures are not the same chapter {"Url":"https://qdreaderpic-1252317822. File. Myqcloud. Com/6479521 8/f782b9c59c5c4e23be6803fcc4f4e9e1_original. Jpg","Width":"1080","Height":"2408"}

Isn't it because it's hard to find a job now that I came back? If so, I'm afraid that the few people I finally made up my mind to pursue ended up being eunuchs. After looking at the beginning, I thought it was a retirement life in a black technology Internet cafe that was a system. It turned out to be a new one. Save and wait and see.

After reading Chapter 26, I can only say that it is a pity. The writing style has grown up, and there is a clear gap between the writing style of the Internet cafes back then. From character description to environmental description, there has been growth in all aspects, and the taste of the words is different. The content has changed. The short stories with quotations from scriptures and the words about various consciousnesses and paths come right out of your mouth. You can see the weight of the author's self-reported "reading a lot of books in the past few years". But it's still a pity. This book is not white, the threshold is high, especially a short story every few chapters, which is too preachy. When the protagonist starts telling fortunes and talking to villagers, he has the image of a hermit in his mind, friendly and mysterious, but later, he is the image of a kind old man with a deliberate smile on his face. Everything and people are like a kind of habitation. The condescending attitude, I have calculated this danger, it can be solved, I have seen this practice method, I can fix it when I get it, I understand this person's bottleneck, inner demons, even the use of spiritual energy to release skills can be broken "with a thought", can anyone be able to replace this invincible image, this kind of golden finger from nowhere, this kind of pretentiousness without foreshadowing, is anyone really happy? A rainbow you see without going through wind and rain is just a rainbow, not a beautiful sight. There is no level in the "Five Thousand Years" content of this book. I guess the only thing that changes is the level of the person who teaches it. Yesterday a sentence was said to be as good as water, and tomorrow it can be said. Anyway, the protagonist is naturally at full level, and there is no cost to quote the scriptures. I don't pity this book, but I pity the author, whose edges have been rounded off by some means. This text feels like he is going to become a monk. If I can write it down, I hope there will be better changes to slap me in the face later.

In fact, all kinds of great principles and chicken soup have been said long ago, and all the truth and irony have been said by the ancients. If you fail to do the same thing, it means that there is a time in your destiny, but there is no time in your destiny, so don't force it; if you succeed in doing it, it means that everything depends on man-made efforts. Anyway, what the ancients said is right. In fact, people are always willing to listen to what they want to hear and what they think is right.

It was okay at the beginning, creating the image of a hermit, but as soon as he started to practice immortality, he fell into a cliche. It would be okay if he was trying to cultivate immortality by himself, but the protagonist has just started to practice, and he has not understood his own practice. He has to teach people to be good and teach others to practice. As a result, a small boss takes action, and the protagonist becomes unbearable. The protagonist is made to look like a rotten scholar, and the story of cultivating immortals is made to look vulgar. How could a world with a complete national system and a system of cultivating immortals be as unbearable as the author wrote, as if the world was full of filth, and only the protagonist promoted the right path and persuaded people to do good.

I feel that the protagonist is just a useless scholar like the Confucians of later generations. He does not have the courage of the earlier Confucians. If the early Confucians were like the protagonist, they would all be dead before they could spread Confucianism. It would make me want to vomit.