
My Name is Gu Qingchen
by Zhang Fo'er
About This Novel
On the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, the wind and snow knocked on the door. A sixteen-year-old boy walked through the snow with a letter from home in his arms. When he returned, he saw scorched beams and broken tiles, his parents were buried in flames, and the whereabouts of his seven-year-old sister were a mystery. The pursuers' swords dripped with blood: "When the letter arrives, everyone dies." He climbed up from the bloody snow and traveled north for three thousand miles, where he encountered an old road sitting in a deserted ridge. He swept the remaining snow with a whisk and said, "Want to take revenge on the snow? First, realize immortality. Want to realize immortality? Let's cultivate the ten realms." From then on, the young man used bones as salary and blood as ink-- When the bones are forged, the snow ridges collapse and the clouds collapse; the cold spring condenses at the place where the marrow is washed; the breath is drawn to absorb the breath of the heaven and earth, and the stars and rivers gather together to transform. The ten realms are long, and the old mountains and rivers are broken step by step. However, on the day when the sword was pointed at Qiu Yu, he stood on the misty rain lane in the south of the Yangtze River with his medicinal hoe, and the wind chimes rang softly under the eaves: "Ah Yuan, Angelica sinensis has been planted all over the courtyard wall."
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