Chapter 430 Your Passion
Superpowers can be trained.
People with similar superpowers can communicate with each other and improve each other, which is reflected in many superpower organizations. Chu Ge himself has also received guidance from his mother on spatial superpowers and learned many ways to use them.
Chu Ge had thought about it a long time ago. If his father could communicate and give advice, what progress could he make? In fact, he didn't have high expectations, because this thing was a bit idealistic. He always felt that he would say "I don't understand, I don't understand" when the time came.
However, now Chu Jiangliu clearly told him that he could be strengthened, how could he not be overjoyed?
"Our ability is actually at the ancestor level in superpower fantasy. This type of ability exists in the earliest superpower fantasy sequence. Do you know what it is?" Chu Jiangliu asked.
Chu Ge answered directly: "Ma Liang, the magic brush."
Chu Jiangliu clapped his hands and said, "That's right. The manifestation of the magic brush Ma Liang is even more advanced and daring than the traditional immortals' fantasy of painting souls and writing souls. The traditional fantasy of painting souls is at best just a soul. At most, after long-term hard practice, it can be improved to become a real person, which is your Qiu..."
Chu Ge handed over the tea: "Drink tea. Wake up your brain."
"..." Chu Jiangliu stopped talking, took a sip of tea and continued, "And with the magic brush Ma Liang, whatever he draws becomes real without any process. This is the most direct manifestation of our superpowers."
Chugo muttered, "The ultimate YY."
Chu Jiangliu said with a straight face: "The ultimate level of YY is to write a world and make it come true."
Chu Ge: "...You're too kind. I think the most extreme thing is that you don't even need a medium like calligraphy or painting. You can make it happen just by imagining it."
Chu Jiang smiled: "Yes, one is the ultimate result, and the other is the ultimate process. What I want to teach you is how to achieve this process without even a medium."
Chu Ge stopped complaining and listened attentively.
“Whether it is Ma Liang’s paintings or your books, they both embody the imagination in a medium. In essence, it is just to make it easier for people to express their imaginations and connect them to reality. This is a process that can be simplified and is not necessary, because whether or not this process exists does not hinder the essence of the change between reality and illusion.”
"The change of reality and illusion..." Chu Ge thought thoughtfully.
"If it's cultivation, I guess we'd have to talk about the laws of nature, but we're not cultivating immortals, we're talking about super powers, so we won't talk about that."
“…”
Chu Jiangliu said calmly, "It's the same book you wrote, why didn't the previous ones come true, but why did this one come true? In fact... I think it might have come true when you were conceiving it, so you didn't even need to put pen to paper."
Chu Ge's heart shuddered. It was indeed so.
I was confused earlier. I hadn’t even written it yet. What happened to the Emperor of Heaven and the Four Symbols? Later, through various clues, I determined that the world had already existed when I was conceiving it…
It doesn't need to be done through the medium of writing at all.
As for why the previous books didn't have it, but this one did...
That's because this is the story I want to write the most, the one I put the most effort into, and the one that puts the most emotion into it... Chu Tiange is the embodiment of all my beautiful hopes, and his journey is everything I want to achieve. And Qiu Wuji is the perfect partner that I have created with all my beautiful imagination.
"So what Dad means is... that you need focus and emotion?"
"To be more precise, it requires passion." Chu Jiangliu said, "Look, if you ask me to materialize a stone from a stinking ditch, I can't do it. I'm not omnipotent. But if it's something I'm interested in and want to materialize, such as..."
As he was talking, he glanced towards the kitchen like a thief, quietly produced two dumplings, and handed one to Chu Ge: "Or?"
Chu Ge: “…”
Seeing Chu Ge's sullen face and unwillingness to respond, Chu Jiangliu ate by himself and said vaguely: "I love everything about this country. I can manifest everything I have seen and thought of. Everything is based on my passion and ideals, and I contribute to my country. Of course, your situation may be slightly different. If you build a world purely based on fantasy, it will only be a mess. It must be written out in detail. The experience you can learn from me is only for reference."
Chu Ge scratched his head: "I still don't get the point. Just saying that you love it is very idealistic."
"First of all... do you find yourself less passionate about books now, with a more utilitarian perspective on that world?"
Chu Ge was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little creepy.
How much I loved that world...
It’s not just because of Qiuqiu, but because of many, many other reasons… When I first entered the book, I was interested in the lives of every minor character. If an outer sect disciple I didn’t know came to duel with me with swords, I would be very interested and happy.
Looking at Xuan Ji, he was also happy, looking at the little flame, he was also happy.
I think they are all very cute, no wonder I wrote them!
Now what?
Exhausted by various rebellions, his attitude towards every character is no longer enthusiasm, but fatigue, scrutiny, suspicion, and a slight alienation.
It’s not a question of becoming a ruler with a certain mentality…ruling doesn’t matter, the key is that you no longer love the world.
Without mentioning anything else, just talking about writing now, do you still have the same passion as before to write 10,000 words a day? This time I took a leave of absence for several days, and even though the dust has settled, I didn’t think of writing a single word... Where is the passion I used to have to write half a chapter every morning when I got up and squatted on the toilet?
This is all too obvious.
It really is a wake-up call... When the Creator of Heaven no longer loves this world...
If we continue like this, we might encounter Wujiang again, and we don’t know what specific form the feedback will take.
But……
When it comes to love, if you don’t love it anymore, you don’t love it anymore. How can you make yourself fall in love again?
Chu Ge stood there stupidly, lost in thought.
This kind of thing cannot be taught by parents...you can only rely on yourself.
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kitchen.
Qiu Wuji happily helped her mother-in-law make dumplings. She liked this kind of family atmosphere very much. While her husband was outside talking about business with his father, she cooked and ate with her mother-in-law.
My home was like this when I was a child, very comfortable.
Qiu Wuji had long forgotten about the difficult relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law when he heard people talking about it. His mother-in-law was very kind, even nicer to him than to Chu Ge. Her eyes were narrowed so tightly that she couldn't open them, and she was smiling. What was difficult about it?
Qiu Wuji had long forgotten how he secretly criticized his wicked mother-in-law when she forced him to sleep with her stupid son...
Wu Xiuyun was indeed smiling all the time. The dumplings were wrapped so beautifully and solidly! She kept calling her "Mom" and asking for advice, "Will the dumplings be too big?" What a well-behaved daughter-in-law.
It is said that this was written by the son based on the most perfect wife in his mind. This son can be saved because he knows what kind of wife is good!
Could some of them be based on my mother's character? Of course there are! Wu Xiuyun thought happily about Taozi.
The sound of the father and son's conversation outside could be heard intermittently. Qiu Wuji's movements of making dumplings slowed down slightly, and he became a little absent-minded.
Passion for everything?
In addition to enthusiasm, there should be ideals. People like Chu's father are warriors...
"Qiuqiu ah..." Wu Xiuyun suddenly shouted.
"Ah...ah?" Qiu Wuji came back to his senses and responded in confusion.
"Do you have any relatives at home?" Wu Xiuyun asked, "If we want to propose a marriage or something..."
Qiu Wuji sniffed and touched it subconsciously: "No more..."
"That unit...oh, the sect, are there any elders?"
"No more... I am the biggest in the sect."
Wu Xiuyun looked at the white spots of flour on Qiu Wuji's nose, and looked at him with a proud look, tilting his head and saying "I'm the biggest". She felt like she was being killed by such cuteness.
It seems that there is really no need to rush to have a grandchild. What is the difference between such a cute daughter-in-law and a granddaughter...
Wait a minute...isn't this the granddaughter?
(End of this chapter)
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