The Taoist Priest Who Cultivates Immortality in the World

First, the existence of Golden Finger is almost zero, and it has no deep integration with the own cultivation system. At least for more than 40 chapters, I haven't seen any combination or derivation of the combination. I only mentioned the combination of Juling and Puppet! But when you start to expand it, you haven't even combined it in 40 chapters, so you mentioned a wooden crane puppet! Second, the details are a bit too detailed. I just wrote down everything I eat, drink, and eat every day. It has nothing to do with the plot. I just wrote it down! Third, almost all the passers-by have names, like a group portrait, but they are completely irrelevant, and there are bugs. How many days has Chen Changnan achieved the same level of cultivation as the protagonist after just a few days of entry? Summary: Either cut it and reopen it, or rewrite it all. This is a typical article that is not on point! Since you are a Taoist priest named Ku Ling, you should at least write around Ku Ling. Ku Ling is mentioned in one stroke, but nothing follows.

Before writing a book, I imagined that everyone was reading my story. But at first, I found out that was not the case. I'm not a genius, I'm just a mediocre person, and no one reads what I write. Some people will say that no one will read the book you wrote. It is so poorly written that it is a waste of time and is not doing your job properly. But even now this is almost true, I still don't agree. For the first time in his life, the author longed to do something. The times were developing too fast, and reality was being swept away by the rolling torrent. Dwelling in my own book, feeling how to shape every character and story, leaving something behind in the world and life, allowed me to find my own meaning. This is the first time for a young author to write a book, and he knows that his writing is not good. Sometimes I even want to scold myself after reading what I write every day. But I will persist and continue to work hard. I can definitely say now that I love writing. The young man does not need to lament for the present. I have broken my timid mast and sailed towards the shining blue.