Heaven's Last Big Boss

Those were two walls full of hideous faces.

The wall was long and endless, and the figures on it kept roaring.

As for himself, dragging his shackles and locking his hands, he walked slowly towards the pale yellow vortex in front of him.

What is this again?

Why did I suddenly think of this.

Breathing became more and more difficult.

The carotid artery was squeezed, Zhou Mo's brain had started to lack oxygen, and the light and shadow in front of him continued to blur, leaving only a few light spots gradually.

A spot of light burst into light.

He seemed to hear a strange name, but he couldn't hear the name clearly.

There is a white cloud in the light, and a magnificent hall is suspended above the white cloud. In front of the hall, there are figures in cloaks and guns, and he is kneeling there.

A majestic voice asked slowly:

'Are you convicted? '

Convicted?

The light spots receded, and Zhou Mo's hands didn't have much strength, as if they were hanging on the arms of the lion king.

The noisy shouts in my ears gradually faded away, as if I heard a few more calls.

'My lord, why don't you give in to His Majesty? '

The last spot of light gradually faded in the eyes, and it seemed that a kind-hearted old man appeared in the spot, holding a few red dates and handing them to him.

'Why don't laymen put down the butcher's knife and eat a jujube? '

The light spots dissipated, Zhou Mo's consciousness was about to return to darkness, and his hands fell to the ground weakly.

'Drink this soup, you are another person, the source of reincarnation is suffering, and you will be freed early. '

relief?

What is liberation?

Why do you want to free yourself?

This body has not entered the sea of ​​suffering, and this soul stands in the heaven and earth, what kind of liberation do you want!

Zhou Mo seemed to have returned to the front of the hall.

There is no sound around.

'He' looked up to the depths of the hall, there were many figures inside, but they could not be seen clearly, only they could be seen wearing ancient robes like costumes.

'He' stood up slowly.

On the boxing ring, Zhou Mo suddenly opened his eyes!

A golden light flashed in his eyes, and the muscles of his raised right hand bulged, grabbing the lion king's metal elbow.

click.

The bone cracking sound was extremely crisp.

Zhou Mo's feet that were off the ground suddenly fell, and his body seemed to weigh a thousand catties. With a wave of his hand, he threw the huge body of the Lion King over his shoulders and fell in front of him!

The Lion King's expression froze on his face, but he was simply stunned.

He obviously killed this guy, how could...

The audience suddenly fell silent.

Zhou Mo seemed to hold his breath, and opened his mouth at this moment, wisps of white smoke came out from between his teeth, and his eyes were only cold.

The lion king finally howled miserably at this moment, and just about to struggle to stand up, a foot had already been trampled on his face.

Before being completely unconscious, the Lion King only heard a strange murmur:

"I'm not guilty, sir."

(End of the book)

apology · apology

This testimonial is a bit long.

Apologies in advance.

The book "Heavenly Court" can be regarded as a creative failure because of my lack of ability.

As far as this book is concerned, the crux of the problem is that it has gone the wrong way, and the direction it wants to explore is completely wrong, so I can only try to finish the story.

The overall structure is given, because I don’t want to write an article about upgrading and fighting monsters, so there are very few plots that can be selected, but because the male protagonist can’t stand up, this kind of writing style becomes completely loose, leaving only a non-violent character. Characteristics.

When I wrote tens of thousands of words, my heart skipped a beat, the protagonist has no memory.

When I wrote 10,000+ words, I continued to save the characters but fell into a stagnation in the plot. After writing for many years, I knew what this meant, and my mood quickly became gloomy, but I insisted on constantly defending, saying that this is no problem, there must be a way Can walk, and then continue to fill in the character set of the hero.I frantically searched for my own status, and filled the vacancy in this area through supporting roles, and wrote Mu Zha, Hei Xiong, and Xiaoyue.

But the problem of ambiguity in the protagonist's personality is getting more and more fatal.

This thing is set at the first sight, and if the first impression is not good, it is not good. I began to hesitate whether to reopen it, but reopening the overhaul is equivalent to directly scrapping the book, which is very disrespectful to the readers who follow up.

Gradually, the current protagonist deviates seriously from the story I conceived, and my inspiration appears continuous emptiness.

That feeling of not being able to exert any power at all is really uncomfortable.

When it was time to put it on the shelves, I wrote a sentence in my testimonial that 'the length may be very short'. In fact, I have decided to use this book as a supplement to the world view of my brothers and immortals, rather than to open up the world view.

After it’s on the shelves, I don’t compete for the rankings, just push the plot quietly and let the official account ridicule me. If I don’t write it well, I’ll ridicule it if I’m ridiculed. up.

I originally thought that I would write "Heavenly Court" slowly to 200 million words before ending. Although the male protagonist can't stand up, it can be regarded as a bottle of soft drink, so I should do a negative pressure exercise for myself.

But I didn't expect that I broke my defense because of something outside the book.

I participated in a relatively high-level literature training, which lasted for several months.

I love literary creation, I want to be an author who can leave a name in the history of literature, and I have great yearning for the literary circle. After the end of "Senior Brother", I don't want to repeat my routine, and I don't want to write a steady hero. It is because of Wenqing disease.

Miraculously, this training cured my wenqing disease.

The training is very good. I have been influenced by many literary masters and professors, and I have also benefited a lot.

What broke my defense were two sentences.

'You are just a cultural product, what kind of literature. '

'Your historical position in the future is determined by the pens of literary historians. '

Yes, web articles are just cultural products.

This time, I actually came into contact with this circle and learned about the circle's operating system.

I'm beginning to be convinced.

Online writing has the potential to become the engine of emerging culture.

Because web articles provide story samples for readers, they are truly based on readers and serve readers.

Why should I jump out of a promising new literary genre?

I seemed to have opened up a knot in my heart for many years, and my thoughts suddenly became clear, and the inspiration that began to shrink due to illness in the later period of immortality resurfaced again.

But because "Heavenly Court" has too deep ailments, the male protagonist has no way to remedy it, and still can't use his strength.

So I tried to come up with the demon chapter, but it didn't work out very well.

Readers of web articles don’t want to look at blunt things to dig out their hearts, but to look forward to good plots and stories with intense conflicts, or the wonderful interactions between characters.

The outpouring of inspiration made my creative process even more uncomfortable.

In the past few months, I rejected the Tianting copyright that I had already negotiated (you can find comics with 10,000+ characters, I refused, because the protagonist can’t stand up, and the things written are soft, and I don’t have the face to let others adapt them), and I also rejected it. The copyright of Tianting animation (the benefits given by the senior brother and Renxian, because the animation of the senior brother will be released at the end of this year, and the copyright of Renxian will be given to station B).

In fact, I still feel very distressed about this part of the manuscript fee, but this is also my insistence.

I need this way to redeem my creative desire.

Admit when you fail, sum up experience and lessons, and get up again when you fall.

I began to constantly reflect on why the male protagonist in the book "Heavenly Court" couldn't stand up, and then found...

It's really my own pot.

This is really nothing to blame.

I was not confident once in February and March.

The beginning of the current version of the story is the beginning I wrote when I first conceived the story and the story was not complete. It is very soft, relaxed, and weakens conflicts.

But after I conceived the whole story, I got a complete negation at the beginning of the rewritten story.

The words of the bosses, "It's too different from your original style", made me frantically revise the draft for a month, and the painstaking efforts of conception completely collapsed, and I was directly stunned.

Is it a problem if the style is too different from the old work?

I don't understand.

The reason why the current male lead in Heaven can't stand up is that from then on, I chose to lie down and accept.

The big guys are just giving professional opinions, this is my own problem.

Counting forward, the outbreak of occupational disease in the later stage of the creation of "Human Immortal" had a great blow to my mental state, so when I started a new book, I completely lost confidence, and felt that I had to listen to opinions and make more revisions.

But I forgot one thing.

Writing is inherently self-expression.

In the process of advancing the existing story, I became more and more eager for the negative beginning, the leading story, and the appearance of the protagonist. This desire became a flame, burning me, making me continue for dozens of years. I couldn't fall asleep that night. I kept asking myself why I didn't believe in myself. Are grades really that important?So what if you pounce?

I will take the opening chapter of this story that I most want to use as a side story, and post it after this testimonial, which can be regarded as making up for this regret.

The gist of Zhou Zheng's story is actually the sentence "Heaven owes me".

What this book lacks is actually this energy, without this energy, the soul is lost.

It is indeed a bloody lesson.

And a painful lesson that could affect my entire full-time writing career.

But after opening the book, the story has to be finished, so I didn't expand the branch line from 10,000+ words, but just wrote the whole story structure.

When I write, I like to conceive the ending first, and then proceed step by step, so there is no need to worry about no ending. The difference lies in how many supporting roles and interesting character designs are given.

The climax of Zhou Zheng's story lies in his infinite reincarnation. This is what I want to write most, and it is this ending that supports me to go on.

Then after I finished writing, my whole mood was affected, and I directly emoed for two days.

A few months ago, in that old dormitory in Beijing, lying on a single bed that made my back uncomfortable, I was thinking about writing.

I found my problem.

Behind my lack of self-confidence is that I am greedy for the peace and happiness after my senior brother, and I am greedy for recommended resources and new book activities with high exposure.

I lost the motivation to challenge myself.

I lost the determination to explore forward.

The sudden decrease in the updates of "Heavenly Court" during the last period is because I am anxious.

I am anxious because I dare not continue to challenge myself, and I am anxious because I have lost my aggressiveness.

Because of my lack of self-confidence at the beginning of "Heavenly Court", I have already failed Zhou Zheng and the roles in Tianting, and I became more and more anxious.

I am afraid that I will sink down.

Therefore, I suddenly chose to double-play when the story of Tianting was advancing to the end.

I was behind your back, and I didn't tell anyone (except for a few small WeChat groups, which need readers to help review the manuscript), and I didn't inform the starting point, and I asked my editor in charge to hide it from me after reviewing the manuscript.

I condensed the burst of inspiration into a sci-fi work, chose to publish the book quietly, set an expectation value of [-] average for myself, and be a newcomer in a new field. I don’t ask for high exposure and no extra recommendations For resources, just go and test the water normally, the name of the master Platinum, the work can't be hardened, it's useless.

I didn’t inform everyone, this is not disrespect to old readers, but the style of my new works is too different, not the same type at all, I’m afraid you will spend money to subscribe because you like this pseudonym.

I decided not to do any publicity in old books, but to write forward, to write new things, to try, to see.

I gradually regained that confidence.

Why should I not be confident?