Swing used a candied haws bamboo stick to poke the birdman who had been beaten by the people into a crow shape, and asked: "Dad? Are you still alive?"
"Only one breath left." Crow sat up with difficulty and raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, "You little fox, you really can't help at all! I'm your father! How can you bear to do something that has nothing to do with you?
Standing on the sidelines watching the excitement? You should help me!"
"What's the point of helping? There are so many of them. If I help, I'll get beaten. It's better for you to suffer on your own." Swing said, "You are also a bad person. You deserve it."
"What's the debt? Why don't you let anyone talk?" Birdman's recovery speed is amazing, and his injuries are almost healed within a few breaths. "Isn't it okay to comment?"
"Of course you can make comments, but if you say something bad, it will make people angry." Zhuqian said, "You have to learn from our Asuo. He has such a strict mouth."
"What kind of strict law?"
"For example, although he carefully reads all the comments from readers of our book, even if the readers offer words of encouragement, Azuo endures the itch in his heart and does not reply or comment, for fear of saying something wrong and ruining the book.
The readers are so angry." The little fox praised, "Zuo is much more cautious than you."
"He is just a coward." Birdman stood up and patted the dust on his body. "It is so rude to always ignore the readers. Reading is a two-way street. The author writes the book and the reader reads. There must be communication between them. There is only one side."
Talking to yourself, how boring that is. Think about it, if you were a reader and left a message with joy, hoping that the author would reply or comment, but he didn't even fart for a long time, wouldn't you be angry? "
"Didn't he say that? He is afraid of saying the wrong thing. Our Zuo is not good at socializing and doesn't know the etiquette of speech. He might say something messy and anger readers. That would be miserable. There are only a few readers in the first place, 'Gundam'
There are six or seven. If a few more get angry and leave... Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Azuo will die of grief. He doesn't reply because he cherishes it.
Every reader." The little fox said, "What you just said is right. Reading is two-way, the author writes the book and the reader reads, but direct communication is not necessarily required. The author's words actually contain his thoughts, and he
His language, his three views, what he knows and thinks... There is a line in Ning Hao's "Crazy Alien", "It's all
"In the wine". A Zuo is similar, "It's all in the book". Every few dozen chapters in this book there will be a "completely jumping out of the plot chapter", which is a dialogue between us and the author, including some thoughts, some
Preview, and some weird words. In fact, that is what A Zuo wants to reply to the readers. The interesting thing about this book
The reason is that you can write casually without too many rules and regulations, and you can directly insert into the book what Azuo wants to say to readers, to us, to the world, and to himself. So there will be no additional reply to every sentence in the author's book.
They are all responses written for the readers. Every word left by the readers will be cherished in my heart as a treasure."
"Is it because you cherish readers that you don't reply? I really don't understand Azuo's logic." Crow shook his head, "Hey?! That's not right. Why are you always talking to Azuo recently? Tell me! Did he promise you any benefits?
Is it for you to advance to Daluo Jinxian?"
"I have been playing more roles recently, so I want to give him some face." Zhuoqian said embarrassedly, "Azuo is actually quite pitiful. He is ugly and has no talent. He is a useless person. He is depressed to death every day. He can only
Rely on writing some shabby stories to relieve the symptoms. We can't bully him all the time."
"You must be good for me! Otherwise, you can't be so sweet." Birdman didn't bother to pay attention to his daughter who didn't save him at the critical moment. He walked out of the back alley angrily and went back to the street to wander around.
"Hey! Wait for me, dad. Why are you leaving so fast! I'm not lying to you, Azuo really didn't do me any favors, and he definitely didn't promise to give me extra scenes in the future! He definitely didn't promise to let me have more contact with little beauties in the future.
! And there is no promise that I will always win when we fight in the future!" The little fox trotted after the crow, "Dad, are you jealous?! Why are you like this?! You are too petty! Wait for me!"
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"The above paragraph is definitely not just a word count."
"I believe your ghost!"
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The father and daughter were walking along the street, and soon they met the Huli trio. They were standing in front of a palm reading stall, not knowing what they were doing. The Yangli Immortal held on to the hand of the fortune teller and was very excited.
The little fox loves to play, so he came closer and joked: "What do you mean? Did the fortune teller find out your identity? Or... do you want to rob? Ouch~ You are not selective about what you eat. What kind of money can a fortune teller have? You even have him.
Rob? Tsk, tsk, tsk, it’s so embarrassing. Don’t say you’re following us Qiu Niao when you go outside in the future.”
"No." Immortal Lu Li shook his head, "We just...just...Oh~ Miss Yu, please take a closer look at him." He was about to stop talking, with a sob in his throat, and a look of shame on his face.
Mixed with countless sorrows and sorrows.
"What are the expressions on the three of you?! You are sick." The swing circled the Gua stall for a few times without seeing anything wrong. "What's wrong with him? In addition to being blind, deaf, and physically disabled, he didn't see anything wrong with him.
Others are different."
Immortal Huli almost burst into tears. He pointed at the fortune teller and said: "Miss Yu, you may not know him, but we are very familiar with him. He is the disciple of three of me!" The three immortals of Che Chiguo couldn't help themselves.
Fight against Sun Wukong based on your strength, one of which is "guessing the object on the partition"
, there was a Taoist boy who was tricked by the great sage into having his head shaved and became a monk. He was this person. "My disciple, I thought you were dead, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect that it would be even more miserable than death! I
My disciple." He hugged his middle-aged disciple and cried loudly.
After the death of the Three Immortals, there was a period of time in Chechi State where the Buddha was respected and Taoism was suppressed. The Taoist priests were implicated, criticized by thousands of people, cursed by thousands of people, and were all imprisoned and suffered, experiencing all the punishment and humiliation. The physical disability of the "Taoist boy" originated from that time
Caused. With the collapse of the old dynasty and the establishment of the new country, the Three Immortals became the objects of admiration by the people. The Taoist priests who had been treated unfairly finally finally
The verdict was overturned and he could live a normal life again. Now, almost every Taoist priest will brag that he was the companion of the Three Immortals in exchange for glory and status. But this "old Taoist boy" has always concealed his life experience and would rather live on the street.
I made a small amount of money by reading people's palms, and I didn't tell anyone that I was once the closest disciple to the Three Immortals.
"Disciple, disciple, it's all our fault, our fault." The three immortals cried very sadly, "It's because we came late! We came late!"
At first, the "old Taoist boy" was a little confused and felt that today's guest was a little strange. It was said that he was a fortune teller. Because he was blind and deaf, he could not communicate with outsiders through ordinary methods, so he asked someone to write the word "luck" on his left hand and the word "luck" on his right hand.
It says "marriage"; on weekdays, when someone tells a fortune, he first stretches out his two hands, and the person asking for fortune-telling taps his palm lightly, and the left
Or on the right, the "old Taoist boy" will know what the visitor is asking; then the inquirer puts his palm in the hand of the hexagram master, and the "old Taoist boy" rubs it carefully and gives an answer. But today's guest directly grabbed his hand
, very hard, and not letting go, which is very unusual. "Is it a bully? Want to steal the fortune of a lonely old man like me?" he guessed in his heart.
Soon, when the birdman came closer, the "old Taoist boy" suddenly felt something familiar coming from his ears and eyes. It was light, a light that he had not seen for many years; it was sound, which he had heard from before.
The sound he could hear. The recovery of his eyes and ears finally allowed him to understand why the guests were so "strange". As the most beloved disciple of the Three Immortals, the "Old Taoist Boy" could judge the true identities of the three people in front of him just from some subtle behaviors and habits.
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Muddy tears flowed from his eyes, and the "Taoist boy" knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing: "Master, Master, you are indeed alive, indeed you are still alive! My master! I miss you so much!"