A Guide to Rehabilitation of Broken Love in the Cultivation World

Chapter 37
I can't figure out where the problem is.

Obviously, I have written each letter seriously, although some parts of it are a little exaggerated and nasty, but if those authors can read it from beginning to end, I believe they can feel the sincerity in my words.

And I also found a solution to the problem of insufficient quantity later.

They can no longer use the excuse that they received too many letters and didn't see my paper crane, after all, they have already blocked me.

And all they need to do is take a moment to answer my few trivial questions.

Is this asking too much?
Well, I admit it's a bit excessive.

They all have their own work and life, they have family and friends to accompany them, and they have to find some fun to relax every day, unlike me who live alone in the mountains, doing nothing all day long, and have a lot of time to waste, so they naturally have Good reason for refusing to answer my letter.

I know I can't complain about them ignoring me.

But right now, I really need someone who has experienced it, who can teach me how to get through this extremely difficult period in my life.

For this reason, I solemnly sorted out my relationship table again, and the result only made me more convinced that unless my deceased second uncle came back to life, it would be basically impossible for me to find such a person by my side.

Brother Xiao is the only person who has come to see me these days, and no matter whether he is out of sincerity or because he felt my murderous intent, he has shared some of his life experience with me.

It's just that those things are too evil in every sense of the word.

As Qingyun Sect, and even the well-known King of the Sea in Qinghe City, he has a unique understanding of women. There is no doubt about it, but his theory does not have much reference and practice for ordinary people like me. the value of.

After thinking about it for a while, I had to accept a fact.

That means I will most likely have to rely on myself to hold on.

Until my eyes fell on the book "The Temptation of My Aunt".

This book was called by Susu to read at the beginning, but I regretted it when I actually started it.

No matter how you look at it, this thing doesn't look like a serious book. Combined with the expression on the stall owner's face at that time, everything is silent, and I understand that it is a man.

I have even more reason to believe that this is the pocket book that has been rumored to have been popular for decades, repeatedly banned by the court, and praised by countless men.

I don't completely reject this kind of thing, after all, my body is also very honest, if there is no such thing as broken love, in the dead of night, when people are about to move around, I will inevitably take it out from under the pillow and criticize it.

But now I have lost all the meaning of life, and I can't arouse the interest in that aspect.

It has been thrown under my bed since I bought it.

Silently moldy.

Now, in a desperate situation, I turned it back out again and dusted off the top.

I also knew in my heart that seeking relationship advice from a pocket book author was not a wise idea, or even stupid enough.

Even most of the pocket books are just playing around, and there is no blatant violation of laws and regulations, but anyone with a normal IQ will know that the person who can write this kind of book is either a vagabond like the little brother, or an idiot. A madman who regards the worldly etiquette as nothing.

The thoughts in these people's heads are usually very different from those of ordinary people.

I ask love and they are tantamount to seeking fish from a tree.

But now I no longer have the right to pick and choose. Of the three serious authors whom I had high hopes for, none of them were willing to talk to me in the end.

I can only pin my hopes on this last book.

But soon I thought of another problem. Usually, the authors of these pocket books are mostly anonymous, and they will not leave their mailing addresses in case they are targeted by the minions of the court.

When I was a child, I once thought that this unknown writer was an extremely prolific writer with ever-changing styles.

However, what surprised me was that the author of "The Temptation of My Aunt" didn't know whether it was due to audacity or madness, but like other serious authors, he left his pen name and mailing address in the first part of the package.

I took a look at his pseudonym, which is called Black Mountain Old Demon.

The address is a post station, and it is also a post station in the sea of ​​clouds.

My heart trembled again, because that place was not far from Susu's sect.

It seems that this man named Heishan Laoyao didn't take any precautions. He left the post station as a mailing address, so that the paper cranes could land in the post station first, and he could decide whether to pick it up or not, depending on the situation. Hire someone else to fetch the letter for him.

Of course, it is also possible that this address was just filled in randomly by him, as a smoke to confuse others.

However, if it is the former, it can be proved from the side that he is an author who attaches great importance to readers' opinions, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why he, a pocket book writer, did not make money honestly, but also imitated others and left an address there.

In vain increased the risk of being arrested and brought to justice.

In addition, what really made me make up my mind to start writing was the five small words "Emotional Investigator" in the column of his self-introduction below.

In this world, those who can hold the title of physical master are all elites in all walks of life without exception, and the existence of emotional physical master is even rarer than iron-eating beasts.

Take the medical clinic I visited before as an example, the old doctor who charged [-] spirit stones an hour for consultation fees and claimed to be able to heal without medicine did not dare to call himself that.

And since this Montenegrin old demon dared to write these five words in his self-introduction, it can be seen that he has two brushes. He must have been immersed in the relationship for many years before he can explore the whole story.

Could it be that I, who have been haunting ghosts for many years, also picked up the treasure this time?

If I can get his guidance, maybe I can also be enlightened.

I don't want to be able to transcend the world of mortals, as long as I can sleep peacefully and have a good night's sleep, I am satisfied.

Thinking of this, I stopped hesitating, grabbed the brush, and started writing letters again.

I didn't have time to read "The Temptation of My Auntie", so I can only excerpt some famous quotes from it first, as a little praise.

Fortunately, I didn't do anything else in the past few days, and I was busy flattering the three authors. Although they didn't reply in the end, my boasting skills have also been perfected.

Even if you don't read a book, you can blow on the emptiness, and you can blow all kinds of flowers, with noses and eyes.

Afterwards, I also truthfully told the truth about the pain I was experiencing from being broken in love, and I hope that Mr. Heishan Laoyao, who is an emotional master, will not hesitate to teach me and teach me the way of liberation if he has time.

After finishing writing, I signed Chixia's pen name as usual, and let the paper crane fly out with a nervous mood.

Watch it disappear into the faint morning light.

And I lost all strength again and shrank back to the bed.

(End of this chapter)