New School of Literary and Young Martial Arts | Deep Machiavellian Epic | Classical Fantasy Group Portraits
[Reading Guide] It is a slow-burning article with long foreshadowing and half-text. Suitable for readers who like the style of "Swordsman in the Snow" and "Sword Comes". Book lovers who are looking for fast-paced and refreshing writing should beware. New martial arts fantasy + classical machinations + world creation flow + affectionate single heroine, literary youth version "If you like the Jianghu atmosphere of "In the Snow" and the Machiavellian sense of "Nirvana in Fire", but think they are not 'fantasy' enough, this book is the answer."
· Reader's Edition of Shuangwen: "It's not mindless fun, it's an 'advanced cool' that leaves you with aftertaste after you finish it."
Shanhaiguan collapsed, and the thirty-seventh generation tempered the blood of the door bones into the last broken sword.
When I took it, what was burned into my palm was not rust.
It is a dynasty that has been suffering for three hundred years, and a rift that needs to be mended with ninety thousand miles of mountains and rivers.
The dandy that the world calls him insists on holding on to this broken blade.
Create a new way for heaven and earth
On the Fangcun Lingtai, he liberated himself from chaos, moved mountains and filled the sea, and raised a vast world.
In the dirty world, use power and intrigue as a guide, and the rivers and lakes as a furnace to refine a peaceful life.
Beimang cavalry presses the border? Then I rebuilt the border city with my backbone.
The temple is rotting and the wood is decaying the country? Then use the blade to scrape the bones and cure the poison.
Does the heaven treat all living beings as stupid dogs?
I will
Using your body as a scale to weigh this heaven is worth more than the fireworks of this world.
Later, I stood on the top of Tianmen, and the fairy voice asked me
"The road to eternal life is near, why not go back?"
I look back on where I came from
The beacon fires have gone out at the city gates, and the smoke is rising in the villages,
In the voices of young children in school reciting, there are actually old military ballads sung by their fathers.
Suddenly laughed, Zhenyi turned around
"The green mountains here are Penglai, why bother looking for a fairy boat outside the clouds?"
