Originally titled Dao Suspended and Cultivation Notes
[Very slow burn + traditional style + ensemble cast + no System + ordinary-person cultivation + strategy + intelligent characters]
Great stories and small stories, great figures and humble folk. The word “chivalry” threads them together like beads on a curtain, until the whole becomes a dazzling spectacle.
They call it the path to immortality, but it is a path of chivalry: swords, wine, and blood spattered across one's robes. Some stand high in the halls of power; others live in humble poverty among the common folk.
Some seek the Way and never find it; others find understanding precisely because they never sought it. Some fall in love at first sight and spend a lifetime lost; others wander the martial world alone, clad in blue and carrying a cup of wine.
People say chivalry is dead. I say, give it another thousand years.
Nothing more than this:
Chivalry is what men cherish in their hearts, and sometimes women are swept away by it too.
Young and reckless, who hasn't dreamed of carrying a sword across the world?
But alas,
alas,
when dreams fade, all that remains is home.
Hello, xianxia!
This story may be a little different from the formulaic xianxia you've seen before: “street thugs brawling in xianxia costumes,” “characters who have lived for thousands of years and bear grand titles like Patriarch, yet act like childish, brainless novices,” and stories where “black is black and white is white,” or “black is good and white is bad, or white is good and black is bad.”
Perhaps only readers with plenty of life experience and mature minds will grasp even a fraction of it. The rest will probably call it a lousy book.
All I want to say is: if you crack open a skull and find neither red nor white, how can you call it a work of political intrigue?
The early chapters lay out a lot of scattered groundwork. They're long-winded, meandering, and steeped in the minutiae of everyday life, without the punchy thrills and mindless fun expected of a popular book.
From the day I started writing, I knew it was doomed to flop.
The wine cup is empty, the lamp wick has burned out. Sleepless through the night, I sing alone.
I've met countless people beneath the heavens, but how many kindred spirits have I found?
Traditional mortal flow, please show mercy. Originally from the back mountain, I occasionally served as a guest in the front hall. Drunk, I lay down in the Sutra Pavilion with half a volume of books, sat in a well and talked about the vastness of the sky. Great ambitions play with fame, and sea battles measure blessings and misfortunes. When it comes to being short of money, I'm sorry to point out that the world is wrong. If you want to travel hundreds of thousands of miles across the mountains and rivers, I will accompany you on a journey together. The wine glass is empty, the lights are falling, and I have no sleep at night, singing alone. There are countless people who have read all over the world, how many close friends do you have?
This book is still very interesting to read. It is based on the author's previous book. The genre has changed a lot, but there is no trace of the previous book at all, which shows the author's writing style.
Coming from the author's online game book, the content has changed a lot, and it's still pretty good now.
Come on, it's not enough!!! ꐦ≖ ≖
It's quite good-looking, much better than those system harem novels. Not bad, come on!
It's quite interesting. Come on.
Good books, will the author still write them? 💕
I hope I can keep writing
Five stars, no reason