Chapter 90 Looking Back Ten Thousand Years

Passers-by saw a very strange sight.

A man was holding nine strings of marshmallows in his hands, not knowing what to do with his hands and feet, and walking on the road with a constipated look on his face.

A beautiful woman with long flowing hair followed beside him, holding a marshmallow and licking it with a smile.

The scene looked funny, but surprisingly heartwarming. Many people turned their heads to watch, and smiled unconsciously.

"I want some marshmallows, too." A couple passed by, and the girl pulled the boy's sleeve and said, "I want as many as that, too."

The man said, "Don't think that man has good intentions. He has so many marshmallows in his hand, so he can just use a few balloons when he goes back. Do you believe it?"

The woman said, "Isn't that a good thing? If you have the ability, use it ten times."

The man was devastated by this sentence and quickly shut up.

Qiu Wuji moved his ears and looked straight ahead: "What is a small balloon?"

Chu Ge pretended not to hear. In his heart, he wanted to strangle that man to death. He judged a gentleman by his own mean standards!

Did I mean to use ten little balloons?

I didn't want to use the little balloons at all.

Qiu Wuji didn't ask in detail. If you don't tell me, won't I go back and ask Baidu? She finished a marshmallow, and naturally took another one from Chu Ge and continued eating.

Chu Ge couldn't help but ask: "It seems like you've turned your grief and anger into appetite, and you've lost your temper..."

Qiu Wuji was exposed to the point of pain, and suddenly remembered something. He glared at him dangerously: "Is it your will that interfered and caused no one to read my book?"

Chu Ge: "Emmmm... My intention is to observe, but I don't mean to let you pounce, so it won't cause any impact."

"Maybe it's your subconscious! You just want me to pounce!"

Chugo held the marshmallow and thought for a long time: "I don't think I have this consciousness. My observation is just to see what impact your book can have... Of course, maybe the subconscious mind thinks it's better not to have any impact? Not sure... But if the subconscious mind thinks so, it can affect the facts, isn't it a bit exaggerated? After all, nothing has been done."

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

It is very likely that it has nothing to do with his subconscious mind, and he really pounced on me.

Qiu Wuji swallowed the marshmallow in anger, took another one, and muttered incoherently: "Is writing a book really that difficult..."

"It's not difficult to say, the big guys just say that having hands is enough, this thing still requires talent." Chu Ge said: "If you are really entangled in this matter, I will add a setting for you, just say that you also have a talent for writing stories and that's it."

"I don't want to!" Qiu Wuji said, "What I want is to break away from your influence, not to rely on your influence for everything! Don't try to force me to practice martial arts in the future..."

Chu Ge smiled helplessly: "Does your enlightenment and breakthrough in practice count as part of the original plot?"

Qiu Wuji didn't know how to answer for a moment, and after a while he said, "Anyway, if I want to have something different from what you wrote, does it count as learning to write a book myself?"

"Of course it counts." Chu Ge thinks that if you can eat ten marshmallows, it actually counts... If you write this in a book, readers will scold you for ruining the character's character.

Of course, maybe not enough.

Qiu Wuji then said: "Then, then continue to teach me how to write a book?"

Chu Ge snorted, "Call me Master."

Qiu Wuji glared at him.

This time Chu Ge was very firm. He looked up at the sky and ignored her.

Qiu Wuji stared at him for a long while, and finally softened, saying softly: "Master~"

Chu Ge nodded: "Teach me, I'll teach you when I get back!"

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"Your 20,000 words are indeed excellent, and they are better than many other writers. But can you think of the key reason why no one reads them?"

Back home, they sat in front of the computer, looking at documents together.

Qiu Wuji had forgotten how intimate this position was with him, and his thoughts were all on business: "I opened my divine sense and eavesdropped on some comments from the human world. They said it was just a running account?"

"Yes, it's too straightforward. For example, the protagonist comes out of the mountains and sees a monster eating people. The protagonist goes forward and starts fighting, then kills it. Then he continues walking, sees another monster, and starts fighting again... If it were you, would you like to listen to this kind of story?"

Qiu Wuji was dissatisfied: "I watched your Journey to the West, and it was also about conquering demons along the way. The highlight was how to deal with different demons, right? I thought that was very interesting."

"Not exactly. First of all, they set up a long-term expectation of the journey to the West, making you look forward to the difficulties and obstacles they will encounter on the way. Secondly, each event is not a direct encounter, but has a small story plot."

"for example?"

"For example, the real and fake Monkey King, what is going on, who is the real one, and how to uncover the truth, this is a complete suspense process. Famous works are not only meaningful, but their narrative techniques are also top-notch. Only when the stories are interesting can they be passed down."

Qiu Wuji's eyes began to circle.

"Then, the story needs ups and downs and contrasts. If you just go up and fight, and beat the next one, it will be boring."

"So you have to lose, then find a way to win? This is ups and downs, what is contrast?"

"Well... for example, people like to see pure people being seductive, lewd people being immature, and holy people being corrupted. This is what makes people remember it. But if your protagonist is the same from beginning to end, and the monsters he faces are all ferocious and vicious, then it's boring..."

Qiu Wuji thought for a long time, then said quietly, "Those who write 10,000 words a day will fail?"

Chu Ge: “?”

Qiu Wuji: “…”

The two of them stared at each other for a long time. Chu Ge covered his face and said, "Is this your ability to draw inferences from one example? Well, you are not an idiot."

Qiu Wuji hugged the pig pillow and stopped talking.

Both masters thought their apprentices were idiots and retaliated.

"How about this." Chu Ge thought for a long time and said hesitantly: "Don't think about how to make up a story. Really, try to describe what happened. How about that?"

Qiu Wuji sighed: "Write an autobiography?"

"Almost. I know you are not content to just be a complement to the world in the book, but want to create your own world. But for now, it can be used as training. Nothing can be achieved overnight. You have been training for ten thousand years, and you still need a book?"

Qiu Wuji said faintly: "That kind of thing can only exist as your extra chapter, how can you make money?"

"I'll give it to you." Chu Ge repeated what he had said earlier: "It's better to work for me than for the capitalists. It's still work!"

"That's the head of the family..."

"No, the coding studio is a formal job! You can call me boss."

Qiu Wuji didn't know whether to laugh or cry. You are addicted to stacking buffs, right?

But then again, it was common practice for apprentices to work for their masters in ancient times. If you think about it this way, learning how to write books from him, working for him to write sequels and training yourself at the same time, seems quite normal and is an acceptable option.

Besides, he seems to be getting richer and richer now. He doesn't need to use Huabei as much as before to support one more person, and he doesn't need to rush to find ways to supplement the expenses...

But he is also my apprentice. How come he doesn’t need to work as an apprentice?

Qiu Wuji asked, "Then why don't you help me with my work if you want to learn how to cultivate immortality?"

Chu Ge scratched his head: "What kind of immortal work do you want me to do? I gave you new medicine and you still don't want it."

Qiu Wuji was dumbfounded, and said forcefully: "Even if it is to show filial piety to Master, you have to help with things! There are always things that you haven't thought of!"

"Uh..." Chu Ge said cautiously: "Then...can I massage Master's shoulders?"

"roll!"

"Then... can you give Master a shoulder massage?"

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

What an M.

But...writing your own autobiography?

If you think about it carefully, it seems quite interesting. After all, my past is not in his book.

Qiu Wuji walked slowly, his mind lost in distant memories.

When I first started practicing cultivation, many fellow disciples pursued me... This also happened when I was traveling around the world.

At that time, I was devoted to the Tao and ignored them.

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

I thought I had seen all these things...

But now... Chu Ge's desire for autumn is endless.

Will you still be here in the next ten thousand years?

"If I didn't want to figure out how to be together forever, I wouldn't want to think about superpowers at all." Chu Ge's words resurfaced in his mind.

Maybe... he will be there.

Others practice cultivation first to seek immortality, but he does it for Qiu Wuji.

(End of this chapter)