What should I do if the heroine escapes from the book?

Passersby saw a very strange sight.

A man was holding nine bunches of marshmallows in his hand. He didn't know where to place his hands and feet, and he was walking on the road with a constipated look on his face.

Next to him was a beauty with long flowing hair, holding a marshmallow and licking it with a smile.

The scene looked funny, but unexpectedly heartwarming. Many people turned their heads to pay attention and smiled without realizing it.

"I want to eat marshmallows too." A lover passed by, and the girl pulled the boy's sleeve and said, "I want that many too."

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

The woman said: "Isn't that a good thing? You can use it ten times if you have the ability?"

The man was struck by the words and quickly shut up.

Qiu Wuji's ears twitched and he kept his gaze straight: "What is a small balloon?"

Chu Ge pretended not to hear. In my heart, I wished I could squeeze that man to death and use the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman!

Do I want to use ten small balloons?

I didn't want to use small balloons at all.

Qiu Wuji didn't ask in detail. If you didn't tell me, wouldn't I go back and ask Du Niang? After finishing one marshmallow, she naturally took another one from Chugo and continued eating.

Chu Ge couldn't help but ask: "It feels like you have turned your grief and anger into appetite, so you are ready to eat..."

Qiu Wuji was exposed to the point of pain. He suddenly remembered something and glared at him dangerously: "Is it because your will is interfering that no one reads my book?"

Chu Ge: "emmmm... My will is to observe, but I have no intention of letting you pounce. It won't have any impact."

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

Chu Ge raised his head while holding the marshmallow and thought for a long time: "I probably don't have this consciousness. My observation is just to know what impact your book can have... Of course, maybe the subconscious mind thinks it is better not to have any impact? Not sure... but if If your subconscious mind thinks that it can affect the facts, then that’s a bit exaggerated, right? After all, you haven’t done anything.”

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

Most likely it had nothing to do with his subconscious, it was him who really pounced on Ying Ying Ying.

Qiu Wuji swallowed the marshmallow in one gulp with grief and anger, took another one, and muttered vaguely: "Is it really so difficult to write a book..."

"Is it difficult to tell? Those big guys just said that it's enough if you have the skills. You still have talent for this thing." Chu Ge said: "If you are really confused about this, I will add settings for you. Just say that you can also write a story. That’s it for your talent.”

"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 like stuffing me with skills in the future..."

Chu Ge smiled helplessly: "Does the things you comprehend and the breakthroughs in practice count in 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 to learn how to write books by myself?"

"It definitely counts." Chu Ge thinks that if you eat ten marshmallows, it actually doesn't matter... The book would be scolded by readers if it was written like this.

Of course it may not be enough.

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

Chu Ge hummed: "Call Master."

Qiu Wuji glared angrily.

This time Chu Ge was very strong and looked up at the sky but ignored her.

Qiu Wuji stared for a long time, finally softened, and said softly: "Master~"

Chu Ge agreed: "Teach me, teach me when you get back!"

…………

"You have 20,000 words. You really don't have much to say. It's a shame for any writer. But can you think of the key issue why no one reads it?"

After returning home, the two of them sat in front of the computer and read the documents with their heads together.

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

"Yes, it's too straightforward. For example, the protagonist comes out of the mountain and sees a monster eating people. The protagonist comes forward and starts fighting, beating him to death. Then he keeps walking, sees the monster again, and starts fighting again... If it were you, would you like to hear this kind of story? ?”

Qiu Wuji was dissatisfied: "When I read your Journey to the West, you also defeated demons along the way. The highlight is how to deal with various different demons, isn't it? I think it's very interesting."

"Not entirely. First of all, they have set a long-term expectation of traveling to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures, which makes you expect what difficulties and obstacles they will encounter on the way. Secondly, each event is not a direct encounter, but has a small storyline."

"for example?"

"For example, take the real and fake Monkey King. What happened, who is real, and how to reveal the truth. This is a complete suspense process. Not only are famous books rich in connotation, first of all, their narrative techniques are also top-notch, and the stories are interesting. Only by rising up can it be spread.”

Qiu Wuji's eyes began to circle.

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

"So you have to lose and then find a way to win? This is ups and downs. What is the contrast?"

"Hmm...for example, people like to see the innocent and coquettish, the promiscuous and the depraved, and the holy are depraved. This kind of thing makes people remember it deeply. Your protagonist is the same from the beginning to the end, and the monsters he faces are all cruel and vicious. , this is boring..."

Qiu Wuji thought for a long time and said quietly: "The person who writes ten thousand words a day will rush to the street?"

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 understanding of drawing inferences? Well, you are not an idiot."

Qiu Wuji hugged the piggy pillow and stopped talking.

Both masters thought their apprentices were idiots and retaliated with retaliation.

"Let's do this." Chu Ge thought for a long time and said hesitantly: "Stop thinking about how to make up a story. Really, how about trying to describe what happened?"

Qiu Wuji sighed: "Writing an autobiography?"

"Absolutely. I know you are not willing to just complete the world in the book. You want to create your own world. But for now, it can be used as training. Everything cannot be done overnight. You have practiced it for ten thousand years, and you still have one book left. Book?"

Qiu Wuji said quietly: "That kind of thing can only exist as your side story, how can you make money?"

"I'll give it to you." Chu Ge repeated what he said earlier: "It's better to work for the capitalists than for me. Isn't it all work?"

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

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

Qiu Wuji couldn't laugh or cry. Are you addicted to stacking buffs?

But having said that, in ancient times, it was a normal practice for apprentices to work for their masters. Thinking about it this way, it seems quite normal and an acceptable plan to learn how to write books from him and work for him to write extras and train myself.

In addition, he seems to be getting richer and richer now. He doesn’t need to worry as much about raising money to support one more person, and he doesn’t need to rush to think of ways to supplement the expenses...

But he is also my apprentice. Why doesn’t he need to work part-time as an apprentice?

Qiu Wuji then asked: "Then you are learning to cultivate immortality, why don't you do things for me?"

Chu Ge scratched his head: "What work do you want me to do to cultivate immortality? You don't want to give you new medicine."

Qiu Wuji was dumbfounded and said forcefully: "Even if I show my filial piety to my master, I still have to help with things! There are always things that I haven't thought of yet!"

"Uh..." Chu Ge said cautiously, "Then...shall I give Master a shoulder squeeze?"

"roll!"

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

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

What an M.

But...write your own autobiography?

If you think about it seriously, it seems quite interesting. After all, there is no part of my past in his book.

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

At the beginning of my practice, many brothers and sisters pursued me... I also did it when I was traveling in the world.

At that time, he 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 already seen all these things...

But now... Chu Ge's desire is boundless.

Will you still be there 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 supernatural powers at all." Chu Ge's words came to mind again.

Maybe...he'll be there.

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