I’ll Quit Being a God

Huo Feng nodded, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, senior."

After saying that, he sat directly on the floor.

In front of such a senior person, if you are blindly polite and formal, you will be disliked.

Huo Feng was not a formal person by nature, so he naturally obeyed Lu Heng's words.

Remarks on the launch

Hello everyone, I am the Wine Master, and I didn’t expect to meet you again at Hedgehog Cat. The fate in this world is really wonderful.

Sure enough, every encounter between people is a repetition after a long separation...hhhhh...

Regarding this book, it is actually not easy to get to where it is today. While it’s not on the shelves yet, let’s chat with you.

Many friends posted in the book review area and online, urging them every day... Ah, Jiu Xian GKD... Jiu Xian, hurry up and offer a reward... Jiu Xian, hurry up and update...

To be honest, I actually also want to update it, and I also want to offer a reward.

Wouldn't it be great to open a reward and get a good sum of money?

It's a pity that I have more than enough ambition but not enough strength...

Friends who have read my previous books should be able to tell that Lu Heng’s story is completely different from the stories I have written before. The difference in writing style can even be said to be the degree of deletion and re-practicing, reincarnation and re-cultivation.

My previous writing style was after I went to X Lu to study, I learned the fast rhythm, mixed it with a little of my own stuff, and then wrote fast-paced text, which I named the desperate flow.

The characteristic of this writing style is that it uses strong plot conflicts at the beginning and a breathtakingly fast rhythm to grab the readers' attention and drag them to follow the plot. But if you focus too much on fast pace, you will miss the details.

For example, the story I wrote before was an empty skeleton painted with bright colors. There were not many flesh and blood details, only the main body, but it could attract attention with the bright colors and exaggerated shapes.

But this writing technique has its limits.

When I wrote "There's a Problem in This World," my writing skills were far inferior to the later "My Girlfriends Are All Evil Ghosts."

Now that I look back at these two books, I can't find too many faults with the textual details of "Girlfriends Are All Evil Ghosts". But "There's Something Wrong with the World" is different.

When I went back to read "There's Something Wrong with the World", I saw indiscriminate nonsense and various flaws that affected the reading experience. Except for the plot rhythm, it has almost no merit.

Theoretically speaking, the level of "Girlfriends Are All Ghosts" far exceeds that of "There's Something Wrong with the World", but the results don't exceed it by much.

During the serialization period of "There's a Problem in This World", the average subscription was 1W8, while the much stronger "Girlfriends Are All Ghosts" only had 2W2... I used to think that this was because of the website. Because except for top academics, the books with the highest subscriptions only have more than 20,000 subscribers each.

I thought I had hit the subscription ceiling for book readers, so my results couldn’t be better.

But not long after, reality slapped me hard twice.

First, a Xingyue fanfic with an initial order of 20,000 yuan set a new record for first orders from Shuke. The starting point exceeded my end point.

Then there was another Xingyue fanfic with an initial order of 40,000 yuan, breaking the first order record in the entire online literary circle... Many readers may not know what this concept is.

Let's put it this way, all the currently known Internet literature websites, all the known Internet literature masters, including the familiar Chen Dong, Tomato, Squid... none of these masters have achieved an initial order of 40,000 for a new book.

Such horrific results completely deceived me. At that time, I deeply understood that it was not Shuke who was bad, but me who was too bad.

What I touched was not the ceiling of the book writer, but my own ceiling. The ceiling of the book writer was higher than I imagined.

If I didn't seek change, an average subscription of 20,000 yuan would probably be the limit I could reach.

So after "Girlfriends Are All Ghosts" ended, I started looking for a breakthrough. I went through a period of confusion that lasted for half a year, running around like a headless fly, scrapping a lot of the beginnings, but unable to find the direction at all.

It is said that a breakthrough is needed, but in which direction should the breakthrough be made...

Finally, I decided to study the current fire books at point X, and with good luck, I saw a new direction in one of the books that I had never seen before.

"Lan Ke Qi Yuan", this book does not have the intrigues of traditional fairy tales, nor the excitement of killing people and grabbing treasures. The story is told in a relaxed and peaceful way, and the writing style is closer to traditional fantasy novels. .

So I decided to try in this direction and try to write a story that didn't have too much fireworks and the overall writing style was relaxed and plain, making people feel comfortable reading it.

But this kind of writing technique, not to mention how difficult it is, the writing style is completely contrary to the writing habits I have cultivated before.

I used to write very urgently and quickly, and the plot was always very exciting.

But now I have to write very slowly and slowly, without too much stimulation.

So every time I open my writing software, I break down.

My body subconsciously wants to go faster, and faster, but my brain is trying desperately to stop my body, asking it to slow down, and slow down...

When I wrote "There's a Problem in This World", I could easily write three thousand words in one hour. The highest coding record was 40,000 words in one day.

When I wrote "My Girlfriends Are All Evil Ghosts", I could write more than 2,000 words an hour, which was still enough. The highest writing record was nearly 30,000 words a day.

But now I am writing this story of Lu Heng, which is less than 1,500 words an hour, and I am going to die... What the hell... I write ten thousand words a day like drinking water for a winter horse in Changzhou. When have I ever suffered such humiliation?

Can’t even write two thousand words in an hour? In the Internet literary circle, this can be said to be a third-level disability!

But writing this book was really more difficult than I imagined.

First of all, in order to maintain that "charm", I must constantly revise the details of the text and eliminate all colloquial words without being too classical. You have to write half-literally, but it must be just the right amount of half-literary.

Secondly, the plots I have written so far are actually very simple.

If you look back, in fact, every big plot and every chapter can be summarized in just one sentence, which is not complicated at all.

But what I have to do is to write such a simple plot in detail and substantively, and it must be humorous and interesting, not boring. This is so difficult that I almost want to scratch my head.

Now every time I write two to three hundred words, I have to stop and look at the previous content. While revising the details of the text, I am brewing the subsequent content. The speed is so slow that it is appallingly slow.

Although as I gradually got used to this writing technique, my coding speed gradually became faster. Now I can write about 1,500 words in almost an hour...but I am still disabled at the third level!

Ahem...

Anyway, I will try my best to update.

And it is updated as much as possible without affecting the writing quality.

After all, I have to make ends meet. The more I write, the more I will earn, and I hope I can write more.

So I hope everyone can be patient and support me as much as possible.

It’s not that I don’t want to be fast, it’s just that I can’t do it!

Of course, even for a third-level disabled person like me, I naturally prepared a few chapters for publication in order to put it on the shelves.

Although it can't compare with those big guys who update more than ten chapters a day, I should still be able to update five chapters tomorrow.

I have now prepared three chapters for deposit! And I am continuing to work hard to compile manuscripts, and strive to have five updates tomorrow.

So, five updates tomorrow! It will be updated around 11 o'clock. Please subscribe!

I, a third-level disabled online writer, need everyone’s care!

Chapter 74 Lu Heng’s Dilemma

In the wilderness station in the heavy rain, as Huo Feng sat down next to Lu Heng, everyone in the caravan not far away felt relieved.

After watching the development of the matter, everyone still didn't know why Lao Huo was suddenly attacked.

But with that mysterious white wolf here, it means there is a monster secretly causing trouble, and I'm afraid I should be scared and run away.

People sat down by the fire. Although they did not dare to eavesdrop on the conversation there, they could not help but talk about the magical wine just now and discuss the extraordinary nature of the wine.

They just took a breath of the aroma of the spirit wine, and their fatigue disappeared and their bodies became light. No wonder Lao Huo was so seriously injured that he came back to life after taking a sip.

Witnessing such a strange thing with their own eyes was more exciting than catching a fat bird.

Not far away, everyone in the caravan was whispering.

In the corner, the girl named Xiao Ai sat back in her original position and continued to bake the roast rabbit.

Lu Heng chatted with Huo Feng about Yunmen.

This is called the inheritance of Yunmen, and Lu Heng heard Gongshu Jie mention it before.

Although there is no sect of cultivating immortals in this world, there is no such organization where all the disciples go down the mountain to conquer demons at the command of the leader. However, the inheritance of schools of spiritual practice is as diverse as flowers and there are many categories.

But in Lu Heng's view, most of the inheritance of schools in this world are loose and strange, and their state of existence is more similar to the hundreds of schools of thought in the Spring and Autumn Period.

Many people of the same genre may never even see each other in their lives. Apart from what they have learned, there is probably no second similarity in their whole bodies.

And this Yunmen is a very peculiar school.

The clouds at Cloud Gate are not clouds, but wandering clouds.

Most of the people in Yunmen wander around the world, measuring every inch of the earth with their feet. Even their cultivation method can only be practiced while walking.

Therefore, most people in Yunmen will join a team of merchants and follow them to walk in the wilderness.

While practicing, you can protect these merchants from being threatened by monsters you encounter occasionally, and you can also earn rewards.

Lu Heng called Huo Feng over because he wanted to know the extent of Huo Feng's injury.

Lu Heng was a little stunned by the situation where Huo Feng was suddenly seriously injured and on the verge of death.

The man just glanced at him and flew backwards as if struck by lightning, almost dying.

If Lu Heng hadn't been sure that he didn't do anything, he would have thought that he had assassinated this guy.

Such a strange situation was something Lu Heng had never encountered before.

So after talking for a while, the young man's nervousness eased a little, and Lu Heng asked with a smile, "Mr. Huo just took a look at me, but what did he see?"

Lu Heng's words made Huo Feng's heart tighten slightly.

But facing the white wolf who saved his life, Huo Feng did not dare to hide anything, so he had to tell him what he had just opened his eyes to spy on.

After talking about the terrifying feeling at that moment when Fa Yan saw Lu Heng, Huo Feng couldn't help but feel his breathing stagnant and his face turned pale. The recollection of his memory seemed to bring him back to that terrifying moment, as if he was under the surge of thunder again.

After a long while, Huo Feng finally broke free from the fear with a pale face.

Beside the fire, Lu Heng was already deep in thought.

Under the prying eyes, was he in that state...

Huo Feng just glanced at it and was so frightened that his heart broke and he almost died... So is the foundation of enlightenment forged by the power of thunder so terrifying?

But when Uncle Jie and the Li priest saw him in the past, their expressions were as usual and they were not affected.

Lu Heng didn't believe that these people hadn't opened their eyes to see him.

No wonder everyone respected him so much when he was in Hanyu Mountain, a wolf demon who didn't even open the Heavenly Gate. It turns out that he was not only shocked by Lu Heng's method of using the sky thunder, but also because Lu Heng was in a state that ordinary people couldn't peep into?

However, Gongshu Jie, the old priest and others peeked in, but nothing happened...

In other words, Lu Heng's mental intimidation is only useful for low-level monks like Huo Feng, but cannot affect masters like Gongshu Jie?

Thinking of this, Lu Heng couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little distressed.

Although he can't influence those masters, the ones with the most in the world are monks with ordinary cultivation like Huo Feng!

In his current state, if someone was walking in the city and wanted to see Lu Heng's situation with his Dharma Eyes, he would be curious. Then one by one, everyone will suffer misfortune.

Although Huo Feng was rescued with peach blossom brew this time, the quantity of peach blossom brew was limited, only two pots.

If the situation tonight keeps happening, can Peach Blossom Brew save ten or twenty people, or can it save hundreds or thousands of people?

Moreover, although Huo Feng was rescued, his Taoist heart was broken and his practice was hindered.

Although if he can get out of the shadows, he will definitely be able to make breakthroughs in the future and have a broader future.

But rebuilding the Taoist heart and walking out of the shadows after the Taoist heart has been broken is easy to say, but how easy is it to achieve it? I'm afraid it's hard for one person out of a thousand to do it.

And if you can't reshape your Taoist heart, you may not be able to make any progress in your life.

Lu Heng felt uncomfortable about such a thing that could end his future, even if it was an unintentional mistake.

And what makes him even more depressed is that in this condition, wouldn't it mean that he can't enter the big human city? Must we stay away from all the monks along the way?

this……

It's rare to go down the mountain. Is it true that I, Lu Heng, am only qualified to camp in the wilderness and cannot go into the city to play?

Thinking of this, Lu Heng was quite depressed, even in a bad mood.

Beside the fire, Xiao Ai finally roasted the rabbit meat and said respectfully, "Lord Wolf God, the rabbit meat is ready."

The little girl's voice called Lu Heng back from his deep thoughts.

He looked at the two people in front of him and said with a smile, "Mr. Huo, let's try it together. Xiao Ai's craftsmanship is very good."

Huo Feng quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, I can't repay the Wolf God for saving his life. It's just that the breath in the body is unstable now and needs to be adjusted, so..."

Lu Heng nodded and said, "I understand, please go back. I will accompany you on the next journey until you reach Baishi City. You don't have to worry about monster attacks."