The Thief Should Leave

One year - scholar Two years - writer Three years - scribe Four years - King of Books Five years - Shu Ling Six years - Shu Huang Seven years - Shu Zun Eight years - Shu Zong Nine years - calligraphy sage Ten years - Emperor Shu Eleven years - the lower level book fairy Twelve Years One-Medium Book Fairy Thirteen Years - High-ranking Book Immortal Fourteen years - a calligraphy god Fifteen years - a middle-ranking calligrapher Sixteen years - the highest calligrapher Seventeen years - the next supreme Eighteen years - one middle supreme Nineteen years - ascending to the supreme position Twenty years and above-The Supreme Calligraphy January to March is the early stage, April to June is the mid stage, July to September is the late stage, October to November.

From Sister Nan, to Chu, and then to Si'er. NPC's journey of fraud has never stopped. . . .

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I seriously doubt that the author has offended someone? Where do all these internet trolls come from? There are so many. I think this book is very well written.

A nostalgic person has left so many legends in this world and made so many friends. Li Si and pain, the memories of his past life are washed away over and over again by the tide of the world. Will Li Si compromise? Sorry, no, who asked this world to encounter such a nostalgic passerby? I just want to spend my spare time in Cumin, and I prefer to fight against injustice and play games. Li Si does not like to be in debt (except for money). He will never forget the love he had in his past life; the kindness of raising his master and disciple in this life has been repaid. From the thief saint traveling in the world, to the hero who protects the country and fights the enemy, to the ordinary people living in seclusion in the inn, and later, the description of Li Si after killing his mentor and establishing Wenren Villa really touched me a lot. I thought this world could keep Li Si, but in the end Li Si left, like an "evil ghost". No, Li Si has always been an "evil ghost", a very nostalgic "evil ghost". Talking about the world, new things replace old things, new people replace old people, no matter how romantic and famous you are, you will eventually be defeated in the face of time. If you think about it carefully, Li Si and this world are really two opposites, the affectionate and the ruthless, an old man who thinks about the past and a world that is changing with each passing day. There are flavors of Jin Yong's martial arts and martial arts stories in it, but the styles are different. The above two are about people writing about rivers and lakes, and the experiences of the protagonist or minor characters reflect the feelings of rivers and lakes. This book has some features of writing about people in rivers and lakes. No matter how wonderful the rivers and lakes are, they are all insignificant in front of my protagonist. The rivers and lakes are like a brothel girl begging guests to stay. It coincides with the title of this book. I suddenly feel that rivers and lakes are so cute By the way, why is there only a plot with the magical tiger girl in this episode? Aren't I, the owner of Baihua Valley, and Baiyao'er not worthy of each other? [Emot=default,21/] It would be great if the author made a sequel. After all, the world view has been well established, but there are still so many pitfalls left

She had just come out of prison. In 2007, she was in a bar. Someone at the table opposite me whistled at her and invited her to drink with me. I drank too much, so I pulled out the dagger I brought with me and stabbed me. This stab lasted fifteen years. I remember that when I entered, there were people all over the street. It's about praying to Buddha, it's cold on a lonely sandbank, etc. It's been fifteen years, things have changed. She came to see me once last year and told me she was getting married. I didn't tell her about commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past 15 years, I have farmed, raised pigs and made clothes. , My heart has long been calm. After I came out, I went to see her downstairs once. She was very happy. I was also very happy. It was time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. The problem was 15 years ago. Familiar streets and familiar scenes, but I just couldn't find the familiar one. Man, I woke up crying in the dream. The past cannot be taken back. Now all that is left is nostalgia. I am almost 30 and suddenly feel confused. I often can't sleep at night. I sit on the road, drinking wine and smoking alone. I don't know how to take the road ahead? The night before her wedding, I secretly came downstairs to her house. I saw the words "Happy" on the window at the door and the lights in the house were on. I didn't dare to disturb her, so I squatted downstairs and smoked cigarettes one after another. Soon it was daybreak, and there was the sound of car horns and firecrackers in the distance. I knew that the wedding car was coming to pick her up. She was going to be someone else's bride today. She looked very beautiful today. I watched her get into the wedding car. The firecrackers went off and the car drove away. I was still following behind the convoy. Suddenly my phone rang. It was a text message from her. Don't send it. I will be yours in the next life, okay? Forget me, I cried heartbreakingly that day. Not long after, her best friend told me that she saw me squatting downstairs and smoking non-stop that day. She also cried all night and stayed up all night. I have no regrets anymore. Whether I succeed or fail, everything will be in vain when I turn around. Life or death, life only lasts a hundred years, so why should I be obsessed with one result. The only thing I want to do now is to go home and charge my phone. The phone is out of battery and I can't continue editing.

When I climb the ancient city wall, when I lean on the decaying pillars and beams, when I lean on the railing and look into the distance in excitement, there will always be a trace of sourness rushing into my throat, and I will always hear a voice saying loudly: Remember? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang. Someone told me that there once was a big fish that lived in Beiming. It turned into a giant bird and soared between heaven and earth. The giant bird has wings like clouds hanging from the sky. It can soar even though it is ninety thousand miles away. The sages have given us a mind that can encompass the heavens and created a broad and magnificent palace for us. At that time, there was a strange young man named Ji Kang. Before he was executed, he played a perfect song. His broad robe and belt were flying in the wind. He faced death with the most elegant attitude. Thousands of years have passed, but there are still lingering sounds, but he doesn't know that what is really cut off is not the music score, but his pride and even the clothes on his body. I also dreamed of going back to the Tang Dynasty and traveling around with a poet named Li Bai. What he drank with was the cold light on the edge of his sword, and his lover was the moon in the sky. I once saw him wandering under the moon, singing loudly, with his hairband blown open by the strong wind, and his robes flowing like an immortal. But then the emperor changed. He supported the literati with a glass of wine and abandoned the generals. His descendants eventually hid in paradise on earth and gave up large tracts of land. However, in the cold north, an army was fighting on the battlefield. The enemies said that we could not win the battle as long as the Yue family's army was present. It is a pity that the heroes were tabooed and the slanderers were high-spirited. A ray of loyal soul finally dissipated beside the West Lake. The spirit of a nation was irreversibly destroyed. However, in the bloody sunset, I vaguely saw someone inserting it into the soil. It was a tassel gun that the general had used. It would rather break than bend. The wheel of time wandered slowly and finally lost its direction in Jiashen. So on the bank of Slender West Lake, on Meihua Ridge, an ancestral hall was built to commemorate this tragedy. The frail scholar named Shi Kefa did not want to let go of his high bun, let alone the clothes left to him by his ancestors, so he decided to live and die with the city, losing his life and protecting his faith. Cruel killings, like mountains of corpses, cannot bury the spirit of the nation. Some people believe that thousands of years later, it will still shine on the land of China. Today, thousands of years later, I sat in the lobby of McDonald's. I wore Gucci fashion and sang myheartwillgoon casually, but I felt inexplicably sad because I heard a voice say loudly: Have you forgotten? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang. I remember, a group of brown-haired jackals with blue eyes, armed with sharp boats and cannons, demolished our temples and destroyed our palaces. So today, a hundred years later - we understand democracy and freedom, but forget about ethics. We have music prodigies, but we don't know how to recruit palace merchants. We can build high-rise buildings, but there is no room for a public arch. We wear suits and ties, but have no clothes of our own. Where, that land of etiquette? Where is my son of the Han family? Why do you say I behave abnormally when I wear the most beautiful clothes? Why do you say that the Han costume that I cherish so much belongs to Fusang?

This is my first warning to the author, please be careful. First of all, I don't care what your status is, what background you have, whether you are a master or a platinum gold medalist, or how high your status is in the circle. I don't know any of this, and I don't care at all. The only thing I care about is that you have to remember everything I say below Be serious and look at it clearly: ... ... The weather has been a bit cold recently, so go out less at night, wear more clothes, don't catch a cold, and can you update it quickly? I really can't read one chapter a day, hehehe, I know it's not easy for the author, but it's really good, don't worry, I will definitely support you.

Some people's demonic teachings are unreasonable. Let me help you rationalize your thinking. Why did you let Baiyaoer go in the end? The siege cannot be won, at least on the surface, or they think the siege can be won, but half of them will die, and will they be among the half? They are both high-level leaders of the same sect. Is it worth it? Their sect will also be greatly damaged by this. Is it worth it? [In terms of their interests] Decades ago, it was because the Demon Sect was about to engulf the world, so they had to besiege the Demon Sect with the imperial court as a last resort, and the entire martial arts world was severely damaged because of this! What now? The new leader has almost nothing to do with the previous demon sect. She is also highly skilled in martial arts and cannot be manipulated at will. Moreover, she has regressed and is willing to hand over all the evildoers related to the former Demonic Cult. This means that she has handed over almost all the high-level officials (who doesn't have a few enemies in the world?) And severed ties with the former Demonic Cult! [In a righteous sense] Moreover, her move will also dissipate people's hearts. In addition, she will also modify the doctrine. These actions will make the Six Sects of Suffering, which was once only one step away from swallowing up the world and establishing the Taoist Kingdom on earth (please refer to Zhang Jiao at its peak in history). Now it is expected to recover and return to its peak. The Demon Sect will become equivalent to a newly established ordinary sect. And what's wrong with the world's best master establishing an ordinary sect? ╮(￣▽￣)╭ Moreover, Bai Yao'er's actions will prevent the Demon Cult from resurrecting. If they forcibly kill Bai Yao'er, their interests will be damaged as mentioned before. It is inevitable that a few masters will escape, leaving behind a fire that will backfire later! [In terms of the interests of martial arts] In terms of emotion and reason, it is better to let Baiyaoer go, so why not? I'm so tired... (~￣△￣)~ I would like a hot review, okay?

Those of you who are serious about writing novels always choose some unorthodox titles and write some superficial introductions, but the content is so good, it makes me feel uncomfortable. The titles and introductions of those books are very interesting, but when I went in and took a look, the content was very embarrassing.