What To Do If The Heroine Ran Out Of The Book? Chapter 90


Chapter 90 Looking Back at Ten Thousand Years

Passers-by saw a very strange sight.

A man walks down the road with a constipated look, holding nine strings of marshmallows in his hands.

Besides a beautiful woman with fluttering long hair, holding a stick of cotton candy with a large smile while licking it.

The scene looked funny, but it was unexpectedly warm. Many people turned their heads to pay attention, revealing a smile of an auntie unknowingly.

“I want to eat cotton candy too.” A lover passed by, the girl pulled the boy’s sleeve and said, “I want so many.”

The man said: ” Don’t think that the man has any good intentions, how many marshmallows he has in his hands, he will use a few small balloons when he goes back, are you believing or not?”

The woman said, “Isn’t that a good thing? You Even if you have the ability, you can use it ten times?”

The man was sunk by a sentence and quickly shut up.

Qiu Wuji’s ears moved and looked steadily forward: “What is a small balloon?”

Chu Ge pretended not to hear. I can’t wait to pinch that man to death, and use the heart of a villain to save a gentleman’s belly!

Do I want to use ten small balloons?

I don’t want to use a small balloon at all.

Qiu Wuji didn’t ask in detail. If you don’t tell me, wouldn’t I go back and ask Baidu? After she finished eating one marshmallow, she naturally took another one from Chu Ge’s hand and continued eating.

Chu Ge couldn’t help but ask: “It feels like you have turned your grief and anger into appetite, so the book rushed…”

Qiu Wuji was exposed to the pain point, and suddenly remembered something , staring at him dangerously: “is it your will interfering, causing no one to read my book!”

Chu Ge: “emmmm…my will is observing, but I didn’t let me What do you mean by fluttering, so it won’t have an impact.”

“Maybe it’s your subconscious! It’s just that you want me to flutter!”

Chu Ge raised his head and thought while holding the marshmallow For a long time: “I shouldn’t have this awareness, my observation is just to know what impact your book can have… Of course, maybe the subconscious thinks it’s better not to have an impact? Not sure… But if the subconscious thinks so, it can affect the facts, Isn’t that an exaggeration? After all, I didn’t do anything.”

Qiu Wuji stopped talking, and lowered his head to eat candy.

The high probability has nothing to do with his subconscious, but he really fluttered.

Qiu Wuji swallowed the marshmallow in grief and indignation, took another, and mumbled vaguely: “Writing a book is really that hard…”

“Is it hard to say? , those big guys just say they have the skills, and this thing still has innate talent.” Chu Ge said: “If you are really struggling with this, I will add settings for you, let’s just say that there is also innate talent for writing stories. It’s over.”

“I don’t want it!” Qiu Wuji said: “What I want is to be free from influence, not to rely on your influence for everything! Don’t do this kind of thing in the future if you give me a cultivation technique. It’s over…”

Chu Ge smiled helplessly: “Does the things you understand in the original plot count as a cultural breakthrough?”

Qiu Wuji didn’t know what to do for a while. After a long while, he answered, “Anyway, I want something different from what you wrote. Is it possible to learn to write by myself?”

“Definitely.” Chu Ge thinks you will eat ten cotton In fact, the sugar has already been forgotten… If it is written in the book, it will be scolded by readers and set up to collapse.

Of course maybe not enough.

Qiu Wuji simply said: “Then, then continue to teach me to write books?”

Chu Ge hummed: “It’s called Master.”

Qiu Wuji glared angrily .

This time Chu Ge was very firm, looking up at the sky and ignoring her.

Qiu Wuji stared for a long time, and finally softened, judo: “Master ~”

Chu Ge ok: “Teach, go back and teach!”


“You have 20,000 words, the words really don’t have to be said, and a vote of writers is hanged. But what is the key problem that I can think of why no one reads it?”

Back at home, the two sat in front of the computer and looked at the document with their heads together.

Qiu Wuji has forgotten how intimate this pose is with him, and his thoughts are all about the business: “I opened my dive sense and eavesdropped on some human comments, saying it was a running account?”

“Yes, it’s too straightforward. For example, when the protagonist comes out of the mountain and sees a monster eating cannibals, the protagonist steps forward to tap-tap and kills the whole thing. Then continue walking, see the monster again, and start the fight again… Change yourself, Do you like to hear this kind of story?”

Qiu Wuji was dissatisfied: “I see you on Journey to the West, you are also subdue monsters and defeat demons all the way, the point is how to deal with various demons, right? I I just think it looks good.”

“Not exactly, people first set a long-term expectation of traveling to the west to learn from the scriptures, and let you expect what difficulties and obstacles they will encounter along the way. Secondly, each event is not There is a direct encounter, but there is a small story plot.”

“For example?”

“For example, if the Monkey King is true or false, what is going on, who is real, and what is it? How to uncover the truth is a complete suspense process. Famous novels not only have connotations, but first of all, their narrative techniques are also top-notch. Only when the stories are interesting can they spread.”

Qiu Wuji’s eyes began to circle.

“And then, the story needs ups and downs and contrasts. You go up and fight, and if you win the next one, it’s boring.”

“So if you have to lose, try to find a way to win. This is ups and downs, what is contrast?”

“Well…for example, people like to see the pure and coquettish, the lewd and the virtuous, and the holy degenerate, which makes people memorable, your protagonist. Going out of the mountain is the same from the beginning to the end, and the monsters you face are also vicious and vicious, which is boring…”

Qiu Wuji thought for a long time, and Faintly said: “The 10,000-character swashbuckler is rushing to the street every day?”

Chu Ge: “?”

Qiu Wuji: “…”

The two stared at small eyes for a long time, Chu Ge covered his face : “This is your inference? Well, you’re not an idiot.”

Qiu Wuji hugged the piggy pillow and stopped talking.

Both Masters feel that their disciplines are idiots, and tit for tat.

“So be it.” Chu Ge thought for a long time, then hesitantly said: “Don’t think about how to make up a story, really, try to describe what happened, how about it?”

Qiu Wuji sighed: “Write an autobiography?”

“Almost, I know you are not willing to just complete a world in the book, you want to create your own world. But for now, it can be used as an exercise , You can’t do everything overnight, you’ve practiced it for 10,000 years, and you’re still one book away?”

Qiu Wuji faintly said: “That kind of thing can only exist as your sideshow, how can you make money?”

“I’ll give it to you.” Chu Ge repeated the topic he said earlier: “It’s better to work for me than to work for the capitalists, isn’t it all work!”

” That’s the home owner…”

“No, the writing studio is a regular job! You can call me Boss.”

Qiu Wuji didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, Are you addicted to stacking buffs?

But having said that, it was normal for an apprentice to work for the Master in ancient times. Thinking about it in this direction, it seems normal to learn to write books from him, work for him and train yourself. accepted plan.

In addition, he seems to be getting richer and richer now, and he doesn’t need to be as tight as before to raise one more person, and he doesn’t need to rush to find a way to subsidize the expenses…

But he is also my disciple, why doesn’t he need to work part-time when he is a disciple?

Qiu Wuji asked: “Then you study cultivation, why don’t you help me with things?”

Chu Ge scratched his head: “What cultivation work do you want me to do? Give you new medicine You still don’t want it.”

Qiu Wuji was dumbfounded and forced: “Even if you show your filial piety to the Master, you have to help! There is always something you can’t think of!”


“Uh…” Chu Ge cautiously said: “Then… I give the Master shoulder massage?”

“get lost!”

“Then… you Give the Master shoulder massage?”

After a while, Chu Ge was lying on the ground with his head covered, Qiu Wuji flicked his ponytail and went out to buy groceries.

What an M.

But… write your own autobiography?

Seriously, it seems like a lot of fun. After all, there is no my past in his book.

Qiu Wuji walked slowly, his mind plunged into distant memories.

At the beginning of cultivation, there were many senior and junior brothers who pursued me…and there were times when I was walking around the world.

At that time, I was so focused on Taoism that I ignored them.

Time flies, looking back on thousands of years, they have all passed away.

I thought I had already seen all these things…

But now…Chu Ge wants Qiu Wuji.

In the next ten thousand years, are you still here?

“If I didn’t want to figure out how to be together forever, I wouldn’t want to think about any powers at all.” Chu Ge’s words rose again in the heart.

Maybe…he will be there.

others cultivate in order to seek longevity, only he does it for Qiu Wuji.

(end of this chapter)

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