Dominant Myth

There is a civilization called Huaxia When I climb the ancient city wall, when I caress the decayed pillars, when I lean on the railing and look into the distance with excitement, there is always a trace of sourness rushing into my throat, and I always hear a voice saying loudly: Remember? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang. The book says that there is a big fish that lives in Beiming. It turns into a giant bird and soars between heaven and earth. Birds have wings like clouds hanging from the sky, and they can soar even though they are 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 one day, it will shine brightly on the land of China. Hundreds of years later, I sat in the hall of McDonald's. I wore Gucci fashion and casually sang my heart will go on, but I felt inexplicably sad because I heard a voice saying loudly: Have you forgotten? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang. I remember, a group of brown-haired jackals with blue eyes, armed with strong ships and cannons, demolished our temples and destroyed our palaces. So today, after countless disasters - we understand democracy and freedom, but forget about ethics. We have musical 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 leather shoes, but have no clothes of our own. Where is that land of etiquette? Where is my son of the Han family? Why do you say that I behave abnormally when I wear the most beautiful clothes? Why do you say that the Han clothes that I cherish so much belong to Fusang? Why do you always treat my sincere confession as a joke? Why can't the tears I shed move your iron heart at all? Where is the land of faith? Where is my son of the Han family? I don't want to break my heart over this, I don't want my ancestors' wisdom to be appreciated by no one, let alone my Chinese clothes and clothes left in a foreign country. So there is always a desire in my heart, a dream that one day we can pick up our own culture and support the backbone of the nation. Remember, remember, there was an era called the Han and Tang Dynasties, a river called the Yangtze River, a pair of totems called dragon and phoenix, and a feathered garment called Nishang!

I just want to say, can I not write about the earth? I feel embarrassed every time I see the Earth. Don't know why?

It's just that I haven't seen the protagonist use it. The protagonist should use modern technological weapons to arm the tribe in the early stage. There will definitely be extraordinary weapons in the middle and later stages, but those are all things later. Even if you don't have weapon manufacturing technology, the simplest shield bow, spear thrower, etc. Are not available. It is a real world jump, and there is not even any useful information. I've read eighty chapters, eighty chapters, and I haven't even figured out the main plot, not even any practical information. I've been writing about reality. Don't use this title when writing about reality. It's selling dog meat over sheep's heads. It's about another world. I've read eighty chapters. The articles about other worlds are only about thirty chapters. If you want to write about modern fantasy, don't mention other worlds, okay?

This article was first published on the Chinese website, so I can't read the comments here on QQ. I hope you can understand.

Originally, the place where the protagonist traveled was full of earth's mythology. I thought the two must be related. However, the author specifically stated that there was no connection and he was just borrowing the name. In fact, what I wanted to say at the time was, why bother with this? It's both Yellow Emperor and Golden Crow. It doesn't feel like a different world at all. The sense of immersion is too strong. Thinking about it later, I forgot about it and didn't send it. What did I see after the result? ! Yi! ! ! Hou Yi shot the sun? ? ? You said you just borrowed the name, but in fact it has no connection. Isn't this a slap in the face? [Emot=default,17/]

When writing about the behind-the-scenes mafia, you don't need the Holy Mother. Otherwise, people will just say, "Ying, yang, yang."

Not referring to the descendants of Pangu, the authentic Pangu sect is related to the prehistoric worldview. They are all monsters. In the early days of Nuwa's creation, humans were monsters. Later, when humans and witches merged, they were called humans. Gods in heaven are all monsters. Gods and monsters are the same as people in the city and rural people. What should I do if I am good at mixing and look down on those who are not good at mixing? Come on, I will create a new camp for myself and call it God. There are gods. Not counting monsters, only descendants of Pangu are the only ones. Sanqing and witches are all monsters.

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Witches represent power but also race, while demons represent power but not race, okay? The witch clan merged into the human race. The battle between Chi You and the Yellow Emperor represented whether the collective of human witches would be called witches or humans in the end, while demons or gods could be called immortals. They supported the Yellow Emperor and Chi You represented witches. In the end, the Yellow Emperor won. The collective of humans and witches all became humans. Of course, the human race also became ruled by demons or gods.

There is no one else who wrote this book. It would be really messy to make a hodgepodge. The writing is messy. Bad review.