Chapter 11 From Now On
Qiu Wuji's eyes softened as he watched him delete the few scenes in which he and the protagonist interacted.
Maybe his original intention was quite vulgar...but as he said, "We'll discuss it later," and he is doing so.
Qiu Wuji felt that if he had changed the text before because he was threatened by him, the feeling this time when they met was really different. It really seemed like he wanted to do so himself.
Because "it's your life".
Chu Ge did not continue to adjust the subsequent outlines, and directly started to write new chapters. He felt that there was nothing to adjust in the subsequent outlines. The heroine was watching behind him. If he was not satisfied, he would have to revise it. What was there to revise? I only took a day off. If the new chapter is not sent out tomorrow, it will be a disaster. I will write it first.
I wrote about the subsequent plot of Qiu Wuji being poisoned. This is a small dungeon with some content. It takes at least a dozen chapters to get poisoned. Once the content is determined, it is not a project with a lot of thoughts or delicate emotional entanglements, so it is easy to write.
Chu Ge typed very quickly and soon became so immersed in the typing that he even forgot that Qiu Wuji was behind him.
Qiu Wuji was standing behind him and watching. The words "Qiu Wuji said indifferently" and "Qiu Wuji walked away on the moon, his clothes fluttering" that appeared on the screen seemed so awkward and weird. He kept wondering if he would be so embarrassed that he would fall from the sky when he went back and said these words and did these actions.
What if I didn't speak like that? What if I held down my sleeves when I flew away on the moon?
Is it part of the test? Probably not. Big events may correspond, but small details like this may not always correspond. Maybe the actions he wrote about others correspond, but he has already broken through the boundary and his actions are not completely under his control, so it is obviously impossible for them to be completely consistent.
Just like what I am doing now, it was not written by him.
Seeing how devoted Chu Ge was, Qiu Wuji didn't bother him anymore. She looked around the room, turned around and walked out.
There was a second bedroom next to it. Qiu Wuji remembered that he sensed that there were people here when he came here last time, but today he saw that it was empty, even the bedding was gone, and there were still water cups and other traces of someone's life on the table.
Did you move out today?
So he felt lonely? So "Thank you for coming"?
Qiu Wuji curled his lips. Writing a heroine to accompany him was a perversion. Yes, the perverted ways of playing of those demon monks were all written by him. What was in his mind? It was disgusting.
Qiu Wuji shook his head and walked out of the second bedroom. Standing outside the door, he watched Chu Ge writing from behind. His originally tall figure now looked a little hunched.
He wants to eat...
It's just for living.
It was late at night and the moonlight was shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony into the living room. The author was writing about the heroine, who was standing under the moon and looking at him.
"clang!"
The clock on the wall pointed to midnight.
Chu Ge woke up with a start and remembered that there was a heroine at home. He turned around to look for her and saw Qiu Wuji quietly looking at him in the hall outside the door.
The solemn robes of the clan leader had been replaced at some point, leaving only an ordinary moon-white warrior shirt, which looked capable and simple, but made her look even more beautiful.
It was like a goddess who was supposed to be in a distant palace, who had transformed into a mortal and descended to the human world.
Chu Ge's heart skipped a beat, and he pretended to be calm and said, "Why are you standing there like that? You can find something to do yourself."
Qiu Wuji said calmly: "Ponder quietly and practice."
"That's right, immortal cultivators are the most patient." Chu Ge stood up and said with a smile: "You standing quietly in front of the window, looking at the moon and thinking about autumn, is the most beautiful scene in the book."
Qiu Wuji didn't agree with this. Anyway, the beauty of this guy's writing was not for any good purpose. The more beautiful it was written, the more satisfying it would be to push him down.
So disgusting.
She just asked, "What can I do by myself? Everything I see is new to me and I need someone to explain it to me. Am I going to use my mind and spiritual power to analyze the structure like last time? What if I break it..."
She paused and smiled slightly: "You are not well off either."
Chugo burst into tears.
Otherwise, how can you say that she is the woman you have poured all your beautiful fantasies into?
The most important thing for ordinary people is to have compassion and empathy, rather than relying on the fact that they are practitioners and looking at all living beings coldly and self-righteously as if they were being reduced to a lower dimension.
And this is for ordinary people. If she is against the strong, she will be cruel enough.
I don’t know if there is such a woman in real life, but since she ran out of the book, there is one.
Chu Ge felt a little better. After thinking for a while, he clapped his hands and said, "If you want to understand this world, you should do it in two ways. To understand the world itself, you can read history books first; to understand the reality of the outside world, you can watch TV series first."
When I write, you read books and watch TV series. Isn't this a bit like... um...
Qiu Wuji was asking: "I can understand it from reading history books, but what's the point of watching TV series?"
There is a TV in the living room, which comes with the rental house. When Chu Ge was pulling in the broadband, he was also forced to get a set-top box, but Chu Ge and Zhang Qiren have never used it - if they want to watch a drama, they can just watch it online. Who watches TV? Besides, not many people watch dramas. Do Japanese action movies count?
Chu Ge turned on the TV and was a little confused for a moment. He didn't know what drama to recommend.
I just randomly clicked one to test whether it can be used...
As soon as I clicked on it and the theme song started playing, Qiu Wuji's voice came from the side coldly: "Is this... a mirror that can keep your image? Or is it a soul-sucking, soul-imprisoning mirror?"
You have a really big imagination. Chu Ge wiped his sweat off his forehead. Fortunately, he had written about magic weapons such as the photo mirror, so it was not that difficult to explain: "Yes, it is the photo mirror. This is equivalent to preserving the performance on the stage and broadcasting it to people far away."
Qiu Wuji was stunned: "Such a rare treasure is used to do such a boring thing?"
"...Just think of this treasure as lying around on the street."
"But the person in the mirror is more similar to me. Are you sure it is the reality of this world?"
Chu Ge then noticed that this was a masterpiece adapted from a certain online novel, and couldn't help but laugh: "You clicked the wrong one... But this is interesting to you and me, because it is books like mine that are adapted and put on stage. If someone is interested in my book and adapts it into a play, then we can see someone else playing you in it."
"I don't want anyone else to play me." Qiu Wuji complained, but he also became interested in watching other people act, something he was not interested in. What would a book like Chu Ge look like when it was put on the stage?
As a result, within three minutes of watching, Qiu Wuji's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
The play begins with a man and a woman making out in bed, very passionately. The man tears off the woman's clothes, revealing her snow-white shoulders and graceful collarbones.
Chugo stepped back in amazement.
I never thought it would be like this. What kind of drama is this? Will I be able to watch movies on a set-top box soon?
When we write about kissing in our online articles, they will be censored. Why is yours like this?
Qiu Wuji's voice was as cold as the frost in the twelfth lunar month: "So this is why you wrote about me?"
Thanks to Hen Feitian for the reward of 10,000, book friend 20210514120254011 for the reward of 10,000, and Qiuye Manyuan Wuxin Guanshi for the reward of 1,000... Thank you all.
(End of this chapter)
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