An ancient martial arts novel in which a five-year-old boy's family was wiped out and he accidentally obtained the family inheritance, Fighting the Martial Saint, Destroying the Gu Sect, Dou Dongchang
Li Wenxiu, who likes "White Horse Roaring in the West Wind", wants to give her a good home! Among Jin Yong's fifteen novels, "White Horse" is the most unpopular one. The original characters are simple, while "White Horse Journey to the West Wind" has many characters, is purely original, does not show off, has no system, no space, no time travel, no rebirth, no golden fingers, and the protagonist who has no power to bind a chicken purely relies on his IQ to fight back against the high-IQ villain who is the best in the world in martial arts. Logic is online and the blood is passionate. The male protagonist is his favorite, the female protagonist is a chivalrous woman, the female protagonist is the strongest light in the dark life of the male protagonist, the male protagonist loves the female protagonist more than his own life!
I hope everyone can take a look at this traditional martial arts novel, which pays attention to the characterization and depiction of the historical background and scenes. The vast number of book friends can provide valuable opinions, thank you all for liking it!
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The writing about Yang Kang is very good, really well done. It's not that he's particularly powerful as soon as he comes on the scene, but he continues to grow through Yang Kang's own efforts. The strategies in it are all combined with real history, and it's very well written.
Dao Zhi Jian, you don't know it until you look at it, and you will be shocked when you look at it. It turns out that Taoism, calligraphy and martial arts are all integrated, right? ! ... Lin Yu suddenly remembered that in the large box of martial arts secrets he had previously obtained from Zhu Changling's family, in addition to Yinggu's Notes, Iron Palm Magic, Yiyang Zhi and other secrets, there was also a set of Zhu family's ancestral martial arts - "Yiyang Shuzhi Judge's Writing Technique". A thought occurred to me: Why not practice calligraphy? This set of Zhu Family Judge Pen Kung Fu is a direct disciple of Master Yideng. Zhu Ziliu, the ancestor of the Zhu Family, evolved from Yiyang Finger. Integrating acupuncture techniques into the judge's pen technique, you don't need to spend too much energy on finger strength training. You can use the judge's pen alone to display the essence of Yiyang Finger. Later, it was combined with calligraphy, so it was named "Yiyang Shuzhi Judge's Writing Method", which is quite unique. Depending on the stroke pattern, each Chinese character or even each stroke can be turned into a subtle move. Lin Yu had seen it before. Although his eyes were bright, he had so many unique skills that he had no time to practice them. Thinking about it now, when you are upset, practicing calligraphy can help you calm down. In my current situation, this set of skills is quite suitable. Moreover, the discussion about the connection between calligraphy and martial arts in Yiyang Shuzhi Judge's Calligraphy also interested him a lot. The book says: "Calligraphy and martial arts seem to have nothing to do with each other, but in fact they have similar principles and interests. When calligraphy is practiced to perfection, although the brush is soft, it can penetrate the back of the paper and penetrate three-thirds of the wood. Most people in the world think it is just a lie, but it is actually because they don't know its mystery. When practicing martial arts, it is important to start from the ground, and concentrate all the strength of the whole body into a single point. When exerting force, you need to push the ground with both feet, and the rebound force is transmitted through the legs to the waist, back, shoulders, arms, and wrists, and finally converges at the fingertips. The waist is the most critical, and the fist formula says that "it is rooted in the feet, originates from the legs, dominates the waist, and forms in the fingers." Practicing calligraphy is just the opposite. Beginners often feel tired in the hands and arms. Only when the waist is tired can you achieve some success; if you can practice until the toes feel tired, you will have great skills. After practicing until you are no longer tired, you will be able to initially appreciate the beauty of Wang Xizhi's ability to penetrate the back of the paper and penetrate three-thirds of the wood when writing." Lin Yu thought about this sentence, found it interesting, and remembered an anecdote. It is recorded in "Yitian Tu Long Ji": When Zhang Sanfeng was in his 90th birthday, he was uneasy because his third disciple Yu Daiyan was maimed by Asan, a master of Ruyang Palace, so he practiced calligraphy to express his feelings. Zhang Cuishan peeked out of the window and saw his master first writing "Song Luan Tie", and then wrote the 24 words "The supreme king of martial arts, slaying dragons with precious swords, commanding the world, no one dares to disobey, relying on the sky and not coming out, who can compete with him". The strokes gradually expanded with his emotions, getting bigger and bigger as he wrote them. Zhang Cuishan actually learned a set of powerful martial arts from them, which were extremely powerful when used with the Judge Pen. Thinking of this story, Lin Yu became even more interested in the combination of calligraphy and martial arts: "I didn't expect that the two are one in literature and one in martial arts. They seem to be unrelated, but in fact they have many similarities in terms of moves and the use of strength. No wonder there are many calligraphers with long lives. It turns out that practicing calligraphy is equivalent to practicing boxing! It is incredible. So I started practicing calligraphy with great interest every day. However, he does not use pen and ink, only uses a pointing pen to write in the air. This action has gradually become a strange sight on Guangmingding. Every morning, people on Guangmingding can always see the leader Lin Yu standing in the martial arts field. It is not like ordinary boxing. He only uses his fingers to make gestures in the air. He walks and moves with his footsteps, and there is a rhythm of advanced martial arts in his fingertips. The disciples secretly marveled that their master's kung fu had reached such a level, and his simple gestures were peerless martial arts. Therefore, watching Lin Yu practice calligraphy in the air every morning became a grand event in Guangmingding. Not only did his disciples watch, but the disciples also gathered around to watch. Except for Xie Xun, who is blind, the senior officials of Mingjiao came to the scene. Zhao Min and even the four literary ministers who stayed behind in the general altar - Li Shanchang, Liu Ji, Zhu Sheng, and Song Lian - also often stopped to observe. In particular, these four scholars, although they did not know martial arts, were all superb calligraphers. They were very fascinated by the scene. They occasionally whispered to each other and discussed the brushwork and the meaning of the calligraphy. They were all full of excitement. With daily practice, Lin Yu got better and better, his finger movements became more and more sophisticated, and his understanding of Yiyang Shuzhi became deeper and deeper. He secretly praised in his heart: "There are so many Chinese characters in the world. If you practice like this, every stroke and every word can be turned into a martial arts. The skills are really unfathomable and the potential is endless!" Perhaps it was just because the Zhu family had no top masters that the reputation of this kung fu was not well known, and it was almost buried, but luckily it was picked out by me unintentionally. " In the early morning of this day, he was particularly interested. He first wrote five thousand words of the "Tao Te Ching", and then the "Huang Ting Jing". The shadows of his fingers were flying, and he gradually entered a state of forgetfulness, writing from the dim light of the morning to the sun approaching the sky. More and more onlookers gathered around him, and they all looked at it in a daze. Lin Yu's fingertips were hanging in the air, concentrating on the sky. He started writing "points" on the left and right, and saw his fingertips suddenly sinking, and the force condensed like a falling stone, echoing left and right, just like the "saving" formula in a Yang finger, the power suddenly exploded at the fingertips, specializing in the Shanzhong, Jique, Qimen and other points on the opponent's chest. Then his body swayed, and his fingertips brought up an afterimage, writing two horizontal strokes in a row, the short horizontal stroke was like a light sword grazing the throat, and the wrist turned to bring the wind, which was the "sweeping" gesture in the judge's pen; For long horizontal strokes, you need to lower your shoulders and lower your elbows, and exert force from the waist and abdomen from bottom to top to reach your fingertips. The movement is smooth but contains a huge amount of power, like the whipping of a long whip, and the end is slightly raised, as if it can deflect the incoming force. Finally, the middle is upright, like a pillar holding up the sky, and the fingertips are thrust vertically downward, which coincides with the "splitting" force of the Iron Palm Kung Fu, exerting force from top to bottom; If the opponent raises his arm to block, the "hanging needle" at the end of the vertical stroke can be used to change the movement and point at the pulse gate of his wrist. At this point, a block character "half" will appear in the air. He is immersed in the echo of the strokes and the martial arts moves. Slowly, he discovered that the movement of each Chinese character is secretly consistent with the movement of the internal force in the body and the exertion of the body. For example, the stroke of the word "dao" is like a blow, the horizontal hook is like a horizontal cut and the reverse hook; the stroke of the word "sword" is like a straight thrust, and the vertical hook is like a split... Suddenly, it is written in cursive script, and the fingertips wander like a dragon: the long stroke of the character "Zhi" requires twisting the waist and shoulders, and the fingertips are swept out diagonally, like a soft sword wrapped around the fingers, which can wrap around the opponent's weapons; In Nahua, you need to exert force against the trend, like pounding the earth with a heavy hammer, and then suddenly add force when you drop the finger. This "twisting and twisting" trend is exactly the three changes of unloading, accumulating force, and exerting force, which can break the strong punch. Finally, it ends with the word "ye" in official script. At the end of the stroke, the elbow needs to be lowered to gather momentum, like a bow that is fully drawn, and the fingertips pop out violently. This "hook" force is like a sleeve arrow, specializing in the gaps between the opponent's joints. It has the same effect as the "Yang Family Spear Technique". There is an invisible move flowing in the air between the rise and fall of the fingertips, and it is integrated with the breath of the whole body. When Lin Yu calmly calmed down, he realized that the martial arts arena was already surrounded by people, but there was no sound. Among the crowd, a small leader of the Mingjiao was slightly inferior in martial arts. Although he couldn't see all the techniques, he felt that the leader's "boxing technique" was very smooth and flowing. Seeing Lin Yu's movement, he thought to himself: "The leader has stopped. Although I don't quite understand it, looking at the intoxicated expressions of Deputy Cult Leader Yin and others, I believe that what the Cult Leader demonstrated was a first-class martial arts. No matter what, you have to support me! "So, he wanted to applaud and cheer. Unexpectedly, when he was about to speak, his quick-eyed companion beside him covered his mouth and pulled him aside. The companion made a "hush" gesture, indicating that he looked around. He turned his head as he was told, but saw everyone around him, either frowning in thought or looking stunned, all immersed in the insights he just had, and had not yet come back to their senses. He was so frightened that he hurriedly covered his mouth, not even daring to breathe, and secretly looked at everyone's expressions from the corner of his eye. Zhao Min, deputy leader Yin Tianzheng, two envoys on the left and right, Yang Xiao, Fan Yao, and Zhou Yunhe and his wife, etc., All had their eyes slightly closed, still thinking about the martial arts principles in the leader's gestures. Zhang Wuji also stood stunned, his eyes shining, obviously he had gained a lot. Only a few young female disciples seemed to understand, but were affected by the surrounding atmosphere, holding their breath and looking around, not daring to say anything. Yin Tianzheng was the first to come to his senses, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed. He raised his right hand and used his palm to write the word "strength" in the air, integrating the strength of the Eagle Claw Skill into the strokes. At the end, he twisted his waist and abdomen, and the wind from his palm suddenly rose, so that the disciples around him took a half step back in surprise. He stroked his beard and laughed: "Wonderful! Wonderful! The leader's art of martial arts can be integrated with my Eagle Claw Kung Fu. From now on, I will have another way to improve my martial arts skills! " Yang Xiao and Fan Yao also woke up one after another, looked at each other, and saw deep shock in each other's eyes. Yang Xiao had previously studied the Great Shift of the Universe, and always felt that his energy was stagnant when running. At this moment, he remembered Lin Yu twisting his waist and turning his shoulders when writing the cursive character "Zhi", and suddenly it dawned on him: "It turns out that energy does not have to be rushed blindly. Just like Nahua's "twists and turns", if you release the force and then accumulate the force, you can break through it with all its strength! " Fan Yao recalled the dynamic charm of Lin Yu's writing of the word "sword" just now, especially the last vertical hook, which was full of infinite mystery. He murmured: "I have practiced the moves of the judge pen before, but I never thought that it could be combined with calligraphy strokes. Such a move not only hides the skill of acupoints, but also has the power of a weapon, it is simply amazing! " Then Zhang Wuji also ran over excitedly: "Master, just now you wrote in the "Tao Te Ching" that "Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao." The meaning of the word "Dao" actually made me feel the rhythm of the flow of internal energy, and I realized the essence of using pure Yang internal energy to activate the Seven Injury Fist. Some of the stagnations in my previous boxing training were suddenly understood. "... As for Lin Yu himself, he naturally gained the most. Although he was originally excellent in martial arts, he was not good at calligraphy. Unexpectedly, in just a few days at the pond, he discovered the key to "the connection between calligraphy and martial arts." Previously, Lin Yu had taught them the basic mental skills of Nine Yang Magic. He was just pity for their weakness, and was afraid that the cold would hurt their bodies, and he wanted them to use it to strengthen their bodies and resist the wind and frost. Unexpectedly, these four people were already very knowledgeable and had profound calligraphy skills. Seeing this wonderful scene of "using martial arts to write books", they suddenly understood and vaguely understood the common meaning between calligraphy and martial arts. A few years later, based on what they had gained today and practicing the basic mental skills of Jiuyang Magic, these four scholars all developed excellent martial arts skills. Li Shanshang was good at writing regular scripts, and his boxing skills were calm and powerful, and ordinary second-rate early masters could not get close to him. Liu Ji was fond of running calligraphy, his claws were agile and tactful, and he was good at seizing the opponent's weapons. He was well-known in the world and was nicknamed "Mr. Let go". Song Lian specializes in official script, and his palm skills are thick and strong, and he can hit the opponent immediately. One time, Song Lian defeated three second-rate masters with only a brush and a pair of iron palms, and was known as the "death-killing scholar" among the people in the forest. However, the most powerful among them is Zhu Sheng. Because he has the deepest knowledge in calligraphy and is willing to work hard every day, he has unknowingly reached the second-rate peak level. The world is so vast that it seems like there are so many masters, but in fact, there are only a few dozen people in the world who can truly reach the first-class level. Even Lin Yu came through time and used Monkey Wine and the "Xuantian Changing" mentality to give birth to a large number of first-class and even top masters for the Ming Cult and the Beggar Clan. However, the total number of first-class masters in the entire world is still less than a hundred. As for the second-rate masters, they have long been the mainstay of each sect. For ordinary sects, one or two second-rate masters are enough to dominate one side. As for the second-rate masters, they can basically establish a sect. Zhu Sheng, a civil servant, achieved this state only by observing the martial arts moves he learned through calligraphy, supplemented by the introductory mental skills of Jiuyang Magic. This kind of understanding and opportunity are rare in the entire history of martial arts. Later, an insider came to Zhu Sheng to ask for martial arts lessons. Zhu Sheng just smiled and pointed at the ink on the desk: "All my skills come from calligraphy. " "If you want to practice, you must first write well, and then understand the principle of 'strength can penetrate the back of the paper', and then you have mastered it. "The person who came here was a rough old man. He didn't know anything about calligraphy. The most annoying thing was writing. Hearing this, he had to go back angrily. At this time, because he had been immersed in calligraphy practice for days, the strength of his fingertips and the flow of his mind gradually became one. In Lin Yu's heart, the longing for Ye Bin was like the light ink on the rice paper, which slowly faded away with the rise and fall of the pen. He began to think about the impact of the Yuantai realm. This realm requires the condensation of energy, spirit and spiritual power into the Chaos Yuan Fei, which is the watershed between mortals and loose immortals. Whether he can successfully condense the Yuan Ying in the future cannot be ignored. Starting from Hunzhuan Yitian, he saved the fire dragon, captured Cheng Kun, helped the Beggar Clan, Zhang Mingjiao, healed Qianye, protected Cuishan, protected Yin Li... And even joined the revolution and led his troops to rebel against the Yuan. Countless causes and effects were involved. It was like a tight web entangled in him, which made his heart tense. Although the emotional tribulation has passed now, I am afraid that there are still many obstacles on the road to enlightenment. " Just as he was thinking about how to be more secure, Er Xuan suddenly came over. Lin Yu saw that although Mu Xuan had broken through to the late stage of swordsmanship, his aura was a bit impetuous, and his foundation was obviously unstable. With a thought in his heart, he suddenly remembered a place - Fengdong Mountain Flower Rain Cave White Sun Illustration! ………… Dear readers and friends: Hello everyone! This is Xiaopeng's first novel, and today I finally say goodbye to you all~ When I first started writing, I wanted to fill in the answers to the "golden pits" left by Mr. Jin Yong and Mr. Huanzhu Louzhu. As a sailor, the days of sailing on the sea were long and boring. At first, I just couldn't help but write for my own entertainment. I didn't think about publishing it, and I didn't deliberately elaborate on the story. I just wrote a few words when I thought of it, and put it aside for a long time when I got busy. I saved it intermittently for two or three years, and unknowingly it has reached more than 300,000 words. While reading, I felt that some of the ideas for filling in the gaps were quite creative, so I thought of sharing them, so I came to Tomato with trepidation. It took more than three months and a total of more than 600,000 words were written, and it finally came to a successful conclusion~ Well, let's just call it a success~ Here, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to every friend who has been with me so far! Without your support and tolerance, it would be difficult for me to persist in completing this creative journey. I have always cherished this feeling in my heart. It's really embarrassing to say that as a newcomer with no experience in publishing, I failed to tell the story well and made many irreparable mistakes, which resulted in the book's data being unsatisfactory. As it neared the end, I went back to review it, and I discovered the key problem as soon as I read the first dozen chapters: After Lin Yu learned that Jiuyang came out of the valley, everyone was obviously waiting to see him roam the world and kill everyone. However, because I put it on hold for too long and was only thinking about filling in the pits, I skipped this highlight of the plot and directly arranged for him to go to Youhuang Valley for plastic surgery. Haha ~ Now that I think about it, I am a bit dumbfounded. It is no wonder that readers are losing. Such an obvious mistake is not unfair at all. I really live up to everyone's expectations! There are many similar regrets in the book, so I won't list them one by one. In recent days, I have rewritten the complete story of Lin Yu's coming out of the mountain. Due to my busy work, I really don't have time to adjust and replace the chapters one by one, so I can only integrate the content into chapters 13-18. As a result, these chapters are too long and may affect the reading experience. Please bear with me~ But what is gratifying is that, even if the traffic is mediocre, I still insisted on not having any interruptions in the whole process, which can be regarded as a complete explanation of this creative experience. In the past two days, I have often reflected: Can I eat "writing"? At present, full-time writing will most likely "starve to death", haha ~ But I really like telling stories, even if there is only one audience, I will continue to be an amateur writer who is not kidnapped by data ~ I decided not to revise some of the flaws in the book. Let these regrets stay there as traces of my step-by-step growth as a new author~ Although this book did not bring in royalties, I gained far more than I imagined: First, I met all my dear readers, and every piece of encouragement from you is the biggest motivation for me to persevere; Secondly, it is my own growth - I really need to write more and practice more. The writing in the later period is much smoother and more mature than in the early stage. Now when I look back at the early content, I can immediately find the problem, which is the most real progress; thirdly, I am familiar with the rules of the platform and have figured out my own shortcomings. I believe that the second novel will be significantly improved. I know how big the gap is between myself and the master. I will continue to learn from the list, polish my writing skills, accumulate experience, and live up to everyone's trust and encouragement~ Finally, I would like to say thank you again to all my friends who have supported me! There is a long way to go, and the story is not yet finished. Our next work will be released soon ~ [Like]
The wind and moon hide the character, the wind and snow reveal the chivalrous heart | Orthodox group portraits of martial arts: Sheng and song intoxicate the peace, the lonely sword weeps over the mountains and rivers. A pavilion contains all the peace and romance; a pavilion with wind and snow hides all the chivalrous sadness. This is the most touching character and chivalrous heart in orthodox martial arts ✨ Qinghuan Pavilion·Taiping Yayun From a high position here, you can have a panoramic view of the entire lobby: the lights in the hall are as bright as day, and the eyes are full of brocades. It is a lively atmosphere for both refined and popular people. Here, a woman in plain clothes is playing the piano by the window, and the sound is clear; Several tables of literati sat around and commented on poems and couplets, clapping tables and cheering from time to time; people sitting quietly at the stone table next to them played chess with crisp moves; there were also people playing flutes, singing, and dancing with long sleeves. The sound of piano, flute, poetry, and laughter were intertwined, making it lively but not noisy. The dancing girl in the hall was wearing colorful gowns and flowing sleeves, which was a sight to behold. There are fine wooden tables and chairs on both sides of the corridor, paved with brocade and fresh fruits. Guests sit on the railings, drink and enjoy the music. It is truly rich but not vulgar, prosperous and elegant. Duan Yunlan pulled Qiao Xiaoshi to sit down at the table with the widest view, and waved away the maid with a smile: "No need to wait more, just bring two bottles of good wine and a few exquisite snacks, and we will sit and watch the scenery by ourselves." Qiao Xiaoshi sat on the chair, still a little restrained, but felt that the warm silk lamps in the Qinghuan Pavilion, the sound of music and poetry, and the peace and tranquility that filled his eyes were completely different from the blood and fire in border areas and the bones in burnt villages that he had experienced. Not long after, a table of literati downstairs was in the mood for wine. One of them stroked his beard and mused, and loudly chanted: "Lights in high buildings are singing softly -" Duan Yunlan became excited after hearing this, and without thinking, he casually answered: "The breeze is beautiful and the wine is lingering." The four people had already nodded in agreement, but he smiled leisurely and went straight to the complete poem: "Lights are shining in high buildings, the singing is subtle, the breeze is beautiful and the wine is lingering." The sound of strings does not understand the affairs of the world, but sings endlessly towards Shengping. Every sentence was sighed, smoothly and naturally, and a low cheer suddenly sounded in the hall. But before everyone could finish the discussion, another scribe on the other side took advantage of the poem's excitement and shouted loudly: "The red sleeves are full of strings in spring -" Everyone had just turned their eyes, Duan Yunlan's lips were slightly raised, and he continued calmly and unhurriedly, and blurted out another complete Qijue song: "Red sleeves are full of strings in spring, and the golden bottles are reflected in the moonlight as they climb the building at night." The music and songs do not disturb the joy, and the world is peaceful when you are drunk. This song has a more graceful demeanor and a more complete artistic conception, integrating seamlessly with the scenery and atmosphere in the pavilion. After the words fell, the whole hall was silent for a moment, and then they burst into cheers and claps, which were several times louder than before. "Okay! Both poems are masterpieces!" "The words are spoken in pairs and the pen is written into a poem. The young master is really a genius!" Fengxue Pavilion·The Lonely Hero lamented. Qiao Xiaoshi stopped outside the pavilion, his heart trembling inexplicably, and he did not dare to step forward rashly. I saw the swordsman in white looking up at Yanmen Pass at the end of the wind and snow. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate thousands of layers of blizzards and tens of thousands of mountains and fall on the territory ravaged by the iron hoofs of the Hulu. His throat was slightly open, his voice was low and hoarse, wrapped in the coldness of the wind and snow and the sorrow and indignation of crying blood. Every word was a monologue, slowly spreading out in the empty and silent pavilion: Frost and snow covered the sky over the old territory, and the lone front was shining three feet into the setting sun. The blood in the countryside has nowhere to go, and the souls of relatives and friends are left heartbroken. In the secular world, we are all strangers, walking alone in the vast distance for half our lives. The drunken dreams and sorrows in the temple are difficult to relieve, but I am willing to lead the leadership of Guizhou to appease the jackals. At the end of the poem, the wind and snow roared more fiercely, seeming to respond to this sadness. He murmured in a low voice, as if he was self-deprecating: "I wanted to protect the common people in the name of heaven, but now my recruitment has come to nothing. I am so full of blood that I have nowhere to go..." Qiao Xiaoshi was shocked as if he had been struck by lightning. It turns out that in these troubled times, he is not the only one who bears the hatred of his country and his family, is not the only one who harbors the resentment of having no way to serve his country, and is not the only one who is alone and struggling to support himself! The hatred of the fall of his hometown, the grief of the death of relatives and friends, the loneliness of wandering alone, and the regret that his ambition cannot be realized in the poem all touched the most painful corners of his heart, making him clench his fists, his knuckles turned white, and his eyes were slightly red. His heart surged: The court is unreliable, and the border guards are unable to support their troops alone. I will always find those people who have lost their lives like me, and gather together to form a tower. Even with meager strength, I must defend this homeland and kill the Hulu! The swordsman in white slowly closed his eyes, and the snow fell from his shoulders. He raised his hand and took off the wine gourd from his waist, and rubbed the cold gourd wall with his fingertips - it was an old mark left by years of holding a sword, and there was also a shallow scar at the tiger's mouth. Pulling out the cork, he raised his head and drank heavily. The amber wine slid down the corners of his lips and dripped on the white robe, causing a few wet marks. He was instantly chilled by the cold wind. He seemed to want to swallow his grief, anger, loneliness, and obsession with the mountains and rivers together with this strong drink to warm his heart of serving the country that had never cooled in the troubled times. After drinking most of the pot of wine, he put down the wine gourd tightly, clutching the gourd with his knuckles, and his eyes were filled with blood and weakness. The war in the southeast has not subsided, and brothers are either being driven out to kill their fellow villagers, or being framed by the court's suspicion; the dust is rising again in the north, and the border guards are bathed in blood, but the temples are drunk and dreaming. He only has martial arts, and wants to defend the border and protect the people, but he has no way. A long sigh overflowed from his lips, so light that it was almost swallowed up by the wind and snow, and he muttered: "The chaos in the south has not been over, and the northern invaders have arrived again. In the mountains and rivers of the Song Dynasty, there is no place for those of us who serve the country..." An almost inaudible whisper rolled out of his throat, "Brother Gongming... The recruitment was wrong... Brothers..." The snow was still falling wildly, and it stuck to the eyebrows of the swordsman in white. It instantly melted into water and slid down his clear cheeks. It was unclear whether it was snow water or hot tears caused by strong alcohol. He was alone in the snow, holding a sword and drinking wine. His white clothes were particularly dazzling in the vast world. He was lonely and tragic. He became the loneliest and hottest silhouette in this broken landscape of mountains and rivers. Qiao Xiaoshi stood outside the pavilion, the wind and snow had already fallen on his shoulders, but he didn't even notice it. Looking at the figure in white, the loneliness in my heart dissipated a little, replaced by the sourness and inexplicable touch of feeling sympathy for each other - it turned out that in the troubled times, even if he was alone, there were people who had the same obsession and guarded the same original intention as him. ——————————
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