What did Jing Jiu and Xu Le say when they met for the first time?
It was a self-introduction.
I had prepared some words like Xu Le, such as Xiaofeng, Hubei, Yichang, previous names, resumes, and my family's names.
That would be too awkward, so I decided to keep it simple.
I lived in a very happy and happy family.
Many years ago, my best friend from university, Zhuo Siming, came to Yichang and stayed for two days. He often recalled waking up to see the sun shining brightly. My parents were playing Fight the Landlord on the computer, laughing and chatting. The whole house was full of happiness.
Her leader said many times that the first time she went to Yichang, she felt the atmosphere was very good. Her niece Huan Zi was very cute and made people feel very comfortable.
I grew up in such a family, free to do as I pleased. I could change my name if I wanted to, and I didn't have to go to work if I wanted to. Later, I started writing books out of interest, and I even earned some money … It was a beautiful and smooth few decades.
Even when I was young, I didn't have much money. Every day, I would wake up and eat a bowl of noodles. Then, I would go to the children's park with Titan Sports and sit on the grass, staring at the lake. I didn't have the feeling of pretending to be lonely or desperate. It was a kind of happiness with nothing to do.
So, if I could live my life again, I would definitely do the same.
There was also a big lake outside the window of the Qing Kingdom. The scenery changed according to the weather. I was also very happy now, but I rarely stared at the lake. Most of the time, I would just praise it out of habit. Sometimes, I would diligently take pictures and send them to my friends in the two groups.
When the sky was overcast, the wind was howling, and the rain was falling, the lake was very beautiful. The most beautiful thing was one day at four o'clock in the morning, when I was about to sleep, I suddenly saw the world outside the window stop … There was a faint fog on the other side of the lake. There was no wind on the lake, and it was as flat as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. It was so beautiful that it made my heart palpitate.
With such a beautiful scene, I slept comfortably. When I woke up, I threw the picture in the group. Third Master and Sandbag jumped out at the same time and said, "Mirror of the sky!"
It did feel like that, but it was too rare. I have been in the Qing Kingdom for ten years, and the only time when there was no wind was there was a picturesque scene.
Life was like the lake outside the Qing Kingdom window. There were very few times when there was no wind.
My mother didn't have any clear consciousness before she died. We stayed by her bedside and heard her say something very clearly with her eyes closed.
"When the wind is calm, go."
Those were my mother's last words.
Now, the words on her tombstone were: "The wind is calm for a lifetime, the waves are calm for a thousand years." I wrote this sentence on the glass wall of the study room and used it in the story.
When the wind wasn't blowing, you had to pay attention to the scenery outside the window. When the wind was blowing, you had to strive to see something beautiful. Happiness needed to be found. You had to look for entertainment, variety shows, TV shows, movies, sports, eating, playing, or beautiful scenery and people.
If you really wanted to take things too hard and peek into the deepest part of life, you would find the popular word 'funeral', although most people might not understand what it meant.
Here, Romain Roland's words once again came up — "There is only one kind of true heroism in the world, and that is to recognize the truth of life and continue to love it."
In the past, he had said that this sentence was a compromise to his fate, a helpless self-consolation. But now, it seemed that it was actually a good thing, because everyone needed consolation.
What is the meaning of living? He wanted to look at the other side of the mountain. He wanted to think about why the water flowed downwards. He wanted to find the origin of everything and the reason for its existence. What if I can't find it? Then keep looking. But what if everything, including existence itself, was meaningless? What would happen then? This is a false proposition. As the book said, immortality can't be proven, and nothing meaningless can be proven either. That's why Jing Jiu kept moving forward. He wanted to prove his existence by living, and he wanted to prove the existence of the meaning by pursuing the meaning.
We are not him; we only need to think about it.
I've been afraid of death since I was a child, and I've often thought about this issue. After I turned forty, I believed that the purpose of living is to explain the meaning of living.
Of course, I can't explain it clearly. The story of The Path Toward Heaven isn't used to explain it, but to describe the process.
It's different from the Book of Choosing Heaven. The Book of Choosing Heaven says that there is no destiny, only choices. The point is that every choice we make will change our fate. The Path Toward Heaven has many forks in the road, and the choices made by Jing Jiu were different from those made by Taiping Zhenren, Lian Sanyue, the Great Grandmaster, General Li, and Zhao Layue, but it's not important. It's because all the paths lead to the same destination.
The Path Toward Heaven, and they all walk on different paths.
No matter which path you choose, you just have to stick to it.
The story of The Path Toward Heaven doesn't make much sense; it's just about the Cultivation in my opinion. In the introduction of the Toad Book, there is a sentence: "There are thousands of magic spells and endless paths. I only have one question: Can one achieve immortality?" This is the principle of the Cultivation that I've been taught since I was a child. Why do humans cultivate? To be higher, faster, and stronger? Even if you want to improve your strength, it's for self-protection, not for glory.
It's hard for me to accept a Cultivation practitioner who fights, plots, and plays tricks every day. Cultivation is the right thing to do. If possible, Jing Jiu should hide in his manor cave like he did in his previous life. However, it's not a good thing if he does that.
In fact, I failed to do so in the end. I often resort to plots and plot some exciting plots, but I don't forget to act pretentious all the time … It can't be helped. My professional ethics are too strong, and it has become a habit for me to prioritize the readers' interest in reading.
Fortunately, I liked most of the plots, such as eating hotpot at Shenmo Peak, eating hotpot in Cloudy Town, eating hotpot in Scenery Garden, stepping on the ocean of clouds at Tianguang Peak, Liu Ci turning into a sword, and Jing Jiu looking for something to sharpen his sword. My favorite plot was the Dao Competition at Zhongzhou School, winning the tripod in the Green Sky Mirror, and the ascension. I enjoyed writing all the plots, especially the life in the 720 building on the Full Moon Planet. It was because that building, the snow, the cats, and the birds were all part of my life, and I had fed many cats there.
If one pursued a plain life, the plot and characters would not be intense. The long life of a cultivator would also give them another layer of feeling about life and death. I have told everyone before that the plot would fade with time. This was something that I had foreseen and looked forward to when I started writing about the Great Path. Throughout the entire book, I did not expect many people to remember it in the future. It was like a modern poem. You would have a feeling when you read it, but few people could remember what the poem said.
The preface of the books in Chaotian used the ancient poems, and the preface of the books was the modern poems after ascending to the Federation of the Milky Way. Of course, I did it on purpose. I liked the preface of the books very much, and Haitang had spent a great deal of time and energy on it. Combined with what I had said in the previous paragraph, my real intention was to write the Path Toward Heaven as a poem.
Which poem should I write? It was the one used in the book. The last sentence of Shi Tiesheng's "The Temple of Earth and I" had been comforting me over the years. I thought it was the best poem I could think of. Please allow me to copy it here:
"But the sun, he is always the setting sun, and also the rising sun. When he walks down the mountain after extinguishing the flame and withdrawing the desolate sunlight, he climbs up the mountain top on the other side, spreading the bright sunlight of the morning sun.
On that day, I will also walk down the mountain quietly, holding onto my walking stick …
One day, in a certain valley, a happy child will run out, hugging his toy. "
Of course, it's not me.
But, isn't it me? "
The universe tempered a song and dance into eternity with its endless desire.
This desire has a name in the human world; it's not worth considering. "
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This desire has a name in the human world; it's not worth considering.
His name might be Gu Qing, or Nan Qü, or Aoyama or Shen Yunmai, or the Snow Girl, or Xu Le, or Jing Jiu.
In the beginning, I had considered whether I should write the Path Toward Heaven as a group portrait because of this consideration. The main reason was that I was worried that Jing Jiu would be too boring. His body was special, and so was his mental state, and he was invincible. Such a life would be boring.
Many readers said that Jing Jiu was tasteless. I once saw a title on the Internet called "Tasteless Man", and I almost used it on him. It was because he had no taste to begin with, and he couldn't experience many tastes in life.
Of course, it was risky to use him as the male protagonist, but I decided to do so when I started the book. It was because I was certain that he had the greatest passion and the deepest persistence in life under his tastelessness. Those are the common parts in every human being, and they are the most necessary parts of life, the origin of life.
Such a person is qualified to be the embodiment of the endless desire of the universe, and he is qualified to be the main character of our story.
Among the main characters I have written, there is another one who is qualified to be the main character, Xu Le. It's because he has become a god, but he chose to leave life.
Many years ago, when I wrote the epilogue of the Vermilion Bird, I had said that I wanted to write a trilogy of "The Mind Trance", consisting of "The Mind Trance", "The Mind Trance", and "The Mind Trance".
Many readers might not have noticed that the last volume of The Path Toward Heaven is called Godly Records. Yes, it's the last volume of the trilogy.
In fact, after I ascended to the Federation of the Milky Way, most of my friends who had read the story of the spy had guessed what was going on. Yes, from the year of Qing Yu to the spy and then to The Path Toward Heaven, it was a world I had always wanted to complete, and everybody knew about it.
When "The Path to Heaven" opened, I had already confirmed that this would be the last full-length novel. The reason why I said that it would be the last two or one full-length novel in my book introduction was because I didn't want the readers to think that this story was the last part of the trilogy. If it was confirmed to be the last full-length novel, then I would definitely finish the trilogy.
Since it was the last long novel, I wrote it more carefully and unrestrainedly than before. As I mentioned in my acceptance speech and the two-million-word acceptance speech, the preparation for The Path Toward Heaven was very meticulous, and the writing style was very deliberate. I would stick to it even though it might seem like I was a little too crafty.
When I started the book, I asked in my acceptance speech if I was worried that the story would be too dry. The hero in the book would say later, "I have never thought about this."
I was very careful and conscientious in the technical details, but I was unrestrained in the interest and the core. I didn't make any adjustments or self-restraint, but I hesitated on one thing.
In the beginning, I intended to write Xu Le as a villain. Gods were used to standing on the opposite side of mankind, and I became the kind of person I hated the most in the past. This kind of literary chant and subversion of the past were too deliberate.
I didn't care about deliberate, but I liked Xu Le; why should I write him as someone I didn't like? More importantly, I didn't think the past needed to be subverted.
The stories I wrote and the people in the stories, no matter good or bad, brave or cowardly, were what I wanted to write.
Jiang Yicao and Ah Chou left Gaoyang with blood all over their bodies. Where was the spring breeze? The old dog was teaching in Jiujiang. The white elephant was walking in the distance. Maitreya was about to explode. Zou Leilei was still sleeping peacefully. In the end, Fan Xian stood up in the grass. Chen Pingping waited until he came back. The arms of Second Brother, Wang Po, and Jian Xilai were all broken. Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six watched the fat carp sink into the mud at the bottom of the pond for many times from the tree in the Tradition Academy. If the Heaven didn't give birth to the Headmaster, the world would be as dark as night. Sangsang had been cultivated into a Buddha by Ning Que, so she naturally forgot how to cook noodles with fried eggs. Liu Ci came and left lightly like the spring breeze. The morning light was like yesterday, and the wind and snow were like before. There were only two colors of black and white in front of the 720 Building.
A cat crouched on the wall of the Old Brush Pen Shop and the cliff of Shenmo Peak, watching all this. He was still a lab rat when he was in the small bookstore.
This was my past.
It was very simple.
It was to write stories and write about those people.
This kind of life began when I was bored.
In 2001, I tricked my family into pooling money to buy a computer to listen to music. When I had nothing to do, I wrote a wuxia novel set in the Northern Song Dynasty. To this day, no one has seen it except for my family.
Then in 2003, I was bored on the Web Crawler Forum and wanted to talk to the moderator of the information section, Ah Chou. So I wrote the story of Yingxiu in the Ten Years and put her in the book. Some of the poems in the Ten Years of Qing Dynasty were written by her. I mentioned it to her last year, but she forgot about it. I checked it for a long time and found it was really written by her. Time is really scary. The leader was the moderator of the comment section at the time, so he knew her and started to think about making money. That's how The Vermilion Bird Story came into being. I've admitted many times that The Vermilion Bird Story didn't have a good attitude when it first started. I thought it was just making money and there was no need to be too serious. It wasn't until the Taiwanese publishing house went bankrupt and ASXS started to be published that my attitude changed completely. I started to write about gods and Buddhas. I wrote to my heart's content, and even taking a day off every week was the best.
The [Vermillion Bird Magazine] didn't earn much money, but it could be considered as an official entry into the industry. This was also the first time the name 'Dirty Hands' appeared in front of you. Following that, you had to discuss marriage, which involved the issue of earning more money. Therefore, with a very proper attitude, you wanted to write a big red book, and thus the birth of the Qing Yu year.
After writing the Ten Years of Qing Dynasty in 2009, I had some savings. I did some calculations and found that it was enough for a down payment and a wedding ceremony. The housing prices in Qing Dynasty were cheap. When I bought it, it was more than four thousand yuan per square meter. I paid off a loan of more than three hundred thousand yuan. I felt that it was safe and decided to write the book I wanted to write the most, which was' The Spy '. 'The Spy's theme and method of writing, no matter how you looked at it, there was a limited audience. So I took the initiative to tell Bao Jian to lower the price … See, my judgment of the market was accurate, and it was cute.
'The Spy' finished writing happily and felt that life was awesome. Then, I fell into a state of intense anxiety, thinking about what to do with the next book. So I used my most serious attitude to write a book that I felt should be the best, which was' Coming Night '. In fact, I always thought that from the level of vitality to the degree of realization to the results and all other aspects, 'Coming Night' was the best because I was still young.
It was just that one or two years of rapid progress was too fast. My body couldn't take it after one or three years. After my father's heart bypass surgery, I couldn't take it anymore after sending the leader home from the airport. I went to the community hospital and was told to go directly to the big hospital. Then, the doctor in the big hospital took a look at my blood pressure and ignored me. He picked up the phone and asked if there were any beds available. No, there must be beds … High pressure 220 was also a very impressive experience.
Like my grandfather, I rested for a period of time. I overcame a lot of minor problems such as tinnitus, bleeding in the fundus of my eyes, and other minor but extremely worrying problems. After I finished 'Coming Night', I went to Tencent Literature. Although both sides were now a family, at that time … I still felt a little pressure. The pressure was that my results had to be good …
Fortunately, the results of 'Choosing Heaven' were really good.
Then, in 2015, my mother got sick. My mood, energy, and time were torn apart indescribably. At that time, only the words' no updates today 'could be seen on my WeChat account. I didn't explain the reason even once because I was still writing seriously.
Looking back, from 'Vermilion Bird' to 'The Path Toward Heaven', every book had something that I was extremely proud of. Every book was my proud work. I used all my strength in every book, from the bottom of my heart, as if I was facing an abyss. I wouldn't stop until I was shaking my head.
Again, if I could start over, I would probably still be like this. Why? Because we can only live once, my friends! Since that was the case, of course, I had to try my best to live without regrets. This was my pursuit, and I had been doing so all these years.
As I said many times, my literary talent and technical ability might not be too strong, but my professional ethics were really good. Of course, I wasn't talking about writing tens of thousands of words a day and never stopping — there would always be things to do in life, and I didn't have the time or energy to write — but that every story I wrote was very serious, and my attitude was very correct. I had reached the limit of my ability. Not liking my writing was very normal, but it didn't mean that I wasn't serious. Writing was ultimately self-proof. If the author put enough effort into it, then it would be perfect.
I had done this.
Hard work would always be rewarded.
Starting from 2003, when I started writing about Yingxiu's ten-year history, I wrote seriously for seventeen years. The results were really good. My subscriptions were really strong, and I had won the monthly and annual votes. My film and television adaptations were very good, and no matter how you looked at it, I should be one of the best in the industry. I had also won many awards, and I should have won all the awards related to online literature. To put it bluntly, no matter who wrote the history of online literature in the future, they would definitely mention me and the stories I had written. Otherwise, they would just be writing nonsense.
This was glory. I didn't say it in the past, but now I had to flaunt it. Why? Because I wanted to make those who liked me or those who liked these stories feel more proud, and have more confidence to brag. Although my point of view hadn't changed for more than ten years, that it was fine as long as people liked the books and didn't have to like the author. Similarly, it didn't matter if people hated me as an author, as long as it didn't escalate to the books. But what if I also had some fans?
Our readers were called Group Seven.
Xiong Linquan, Lao Bai, and Da Vinci had a strong friendship because they had gone through life and death with Xu Le, but it was probably because Xu Le was awesome to some extent.
I haven't finished writing the epilogue yet, so I have to publish a list of thanks. First of all, I would like to thank the readers who have subscribed — not including those who scolded me after reading it. Then, I would like to thank the previous moderators and the readers who I can remember at this time: Pan Shen, Eight Trigrams Fish, Cloud, Lazy, Chasing Dreams, Bobo, Snow is Still Burning, Lord Caicai, Little Treasure, Bamboo of Morning and Evening, Guanshan Mo Ye, Jin Wucai, Color of the Wind, Begonia, Snow is Burning, Tears Brewing Coffee, Ah Faint, Hai He, Yang Guo 001, Baptism of Blood and Snow, White Horse Howling in the Cold, Crazy, Pig Cat, F, Haitang Is Still Here, Purple Eyed, Distant Like, Jiao Enjun, Fang Hailing, Little Secret Agent, Mo Mo 'er, Fang Lianhai, Wang Jinglue, Hua Xiaoduo, Hank, Mud Field, Yilan, Shanshan, An An, Dun Huai, Murakami Natsuki, Zhong Lin, Morning Snow, Morning Clear … Alright, there are definitely a lot of names that I should remember, but I'm already a bit confused at this time. They are all in the wine! As for my great editors and the important people in my writing career, let's not talk about them. I love you guys too!
A few months ago, I started announcing that The Path to Heaven would end on August 21st. I was so confident because I worked very hard to ensure that I had an endless supply of manuscripts. Many of my friends didn't understand why I chose that day, but the reason was very simple.
That day was my tenth wedding anniversary with the leader.
Some of my readers should have already remembered, because you guys sent me wedding gifts, books, and all kinds of fun things. You guys even forced me to sing in YY.
For more than ten years, I received a lot of love and money on the Internet. This sentence is very mushy, but I don't dislike it, because it's true, and the more, the better.
This kind of life is really very proud. There are too many things that I'm proud of, so I won't mention them here. However, there are a few things that I really want to share with you guys, even though I've shown them off to my friends countless times at the dinner table. If I've talked to you guys in the end of the chapter before, then I'll treat today as the first time.
The first thing that I'm most proud of is reading the cigarette man's profanity. I guessed the ending halfway through, and specifically, that sentence.
The second thing that I'm most proud of is watching Butterfly Blue become a full-time expert at the end, and contributing a little bit of my wisdom.
The third thing that I'm most proud of is that the author, Angel of the Underworld, recommended Jiangnan Style to me one year. After I read it, I determined that it would be an unprecedented hit. After I arrived in Beijing, I drank with Brother Bao, Xiao Hua, and Liu Yi. They were puzzled, and I told them to wait, it would exceed their expectations … In the end, I was right.
The third thing has nothing to do with aesthetics, I just wanted to prove my judgment. I know what people like, and if I want to, I can always do it.
So why did you decide not to write a long web novel?
Of course, it's not because I'm worried that I can't keep up with the times, nor is it because of money. It's not difficult to write another long novel, and earn a small goal.
Let's go back to the trilogy that I mentioned earlier.
When I was chatting with Teacher Shao Yanjun and the reporters, I mentioned why web novels are all super long. In addition to the commercial needs of leveling up, updating every day, and the long tail effect, another reason is that we authors are not writing a single story, but a description of a world and the people in that world.
I'm not good at constructing the world, and I'm always a boring materialist. The trilogy and The Legend of the Rosefinch are actually different time periods in the real world. The Falling Night is the Genesis that I like, and The Legend of the Chosen Sky is the lost continent that I want to create. After the completion of Chaotian, the world that I want to write about, and the world that I'm capable of writing about, have already been written. If I could think of a special world, I would have written about science fiction a long time ago.
I've finished my view of the world, but I'm still interested in the relationships between people and certain stories, but they don't need to be written in such a long time.
Well, I have to admit that I'm getting old. Though I rarely feel this way, and my mentality has always been that of a twenty-something year old, it's indeed a bit tiring.
The most important reason is that I want to change.
I've been involved in the history of web novels for seventeen years, and I'm a part of this history. Like I said earlier, this is enough. What else can I pursue?
I don't want a life that's going to be the same.
Back when I dropped out of Sichuan University and quit working in the Department of Motor Vehicles, it was because I didn't want to live a life where I could see myself more than ten years later.
My life in the last ten years has been very interesting and happy. It's because I've turned my hobby into a profession, and I'm not bound by anything and don't have to deal with anybody. I've been playing by myself for so many years, and it's really cool.
There's a saying that once one's hobby becomes a profession, one will lose all its charm, but I don't think so. Writing is still my hobby up until the moment I write the epilogue. I don't feel conflicted about turning my hobby into a profession, and I don't write any stories that I don't want to because of money. I'm quite satisfied with myself.
I like writing stories, so I'll keep writing them.
But I want to change the specific method.
What will I do in the following days? First of all, I'll have to build a strong body and a civilized spirit. I'll try my best to read more books and movies and exercise my body. Since I said I'll keep writing until I die, I'll try my best to die a little later and write for a few more years.
Second, I'll make the spy a movie. There are other projects, but the spy is my priority. I'll participate in the whole process and work hard. I'll report to everyone if there's any news.
I've mentioned in my book more than ten years ago that I have two goals in life. One is to write a book, which I finished when I published Suzaku Chronicles. The other is to make a movie.
Although I've already made the movie, I said I want to make a movie. I don't know how to do it, but I'll learn it slowly.
The following work is more important. I want to write some stories that are more ruthless. The ruthless I'm talking about here isn't bloody or violent, but it's more exciting. It's something that shouldn't be written purely for business. It won't look good, but it might be fun.
Finally, I want to see more of the world. I'll probably have more time in the future, so I'll go around and stay in a city that I like, like Hangzhou or Chengdu, for a while.
After I rest for a few months, I'll continue writing stories for everyone to read. But I really don't know when I'll start writing and where I'll publish it. Based on my personal habits, I'll definitely publish it on .asxs. But I really don't know how to do short and medium-length stories. I'll discuss with my friends and the moment I come to a conclusion, I'll report to everyone here and on my WeChat account.
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I've been sitting in front of my computer for the past few years. I've been slacking, playing, and sometimes working. I don't do any outdoor activities, but I like to drive around.
No matter if it's Qing Kingdom or Yichang, I've visited many remote places. Most of the time, I go out late at night, so I don't have to worry about my safety.
There are many places I like to visit, such as the main road in the east between two rows of old trees, the road to Sanyou Cave, and another special place.
I've talked about many things over the years, and I don't know if I've mentioned them to anyone here. If I have, it'll be the first time I've mentioned them.
On the road from Qing Kingdom to Blackfish Lake, we turned left into a field. There were corn fields and water bubbles on both sides. We kept driving forward, and we saw a burnt car parked there. It looked like a scene from a crime movie. The leader and I often went there to watch it.
Occasionally, the road would be flooded, and we would turn back with regret. We went there again in the winter of the year before last. The water that had flooded the road had been frozen into a mirror-like ice. There were many sharp and beautiful icicles.
I hesitated for a while, but in the end, I gathered my courage and stepped on the gas. Little Red slid across the ice, and I listened to the sound of the tires crushing the icicles. It was very exciting.
On the way home, a car honked at me. It felt like they wanted to fight for the lane. When the car stopped side by side, I was angry and anxious. The window rolled down. Before I could say anything bad, the guy on the other side quickly and gently said, "Don't misunderstand. I saw that your tires are flat, so I wanted to remind you." I felt ashamed and grateful …
Have I told you this before? What I really wanted to say was, "It doesn't matter if your tires are flat. You have to change them. In order to see beauty, it's worth it to take some risks. I think that no matter if it's work or life, you should have this attitude.
Thank you.
Goodbye. "
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