"The wind tore half a roll of dusk paper, where Xingzi signed the name, and the mountains sealed the last words of spring with green glaze." You can jump to read it according to your own preferences, anyway, there is nothing wrong with it.
They are all short stories. I actually wrote this mainly to practice writing. You can give me more opinions. Of course, leveragers don't want it.
The first chapter is about ancient times, and the second chapter is about the Republic of China. The third chapter of martial arts
It's up to you to explore the rest. Anyway, there is nothing.
I Xie Po Cang, stationed outside the Great Wall at the age of 13, won the military power at the age of 16, returned to the imperial court with troops at the age of 20, defeated the barbarians twice at the age of 25, and killed his father and brother at the age of 27 to win the grand ceremony.
Along the way, I had countless blood on my hands from those closest to me, so I quietly climbed up to this position step by step, watching with my own eyes my enemies and relatives, dying under my hands one by one, and everyone who blocked me from entering the ceremony died!
But God played a big joke on me! I am 31 years old and have been in this position for four years, but my ambitions have not been realized and my grand plans have not been realized! Now the end is approaching, and the dying person will soon turn into a handful of loess. The hills and valleys in his heart will disappear with the wind, and he will be at peace with the soil!
My son is only twelve years old. He is exposed to strong winds without rain. I am about to leave. Who can protect my son?
Everything is there.