The world says that you are young and frivolous, but what is a young man? You are young and frivolous by nature. You wear bright clothes and angry horses enter the rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes are astonishing! A young man in the rivers and lakes, a young man in the rivers and lakes, traveling in the rivers and lakes, getting to know each other, gathering in the rivers and lakes, entering the rivers and lakes for the first time with a sword, meeting a scholar, folding a fan in the rivers and lakes, but encountering a sword. The scholar holds a pen in his hand to judge the injustice of the world, but he can't dodge a gun! The martial arts in the world are from level one to level nine, and above level nine... It's that... The mortal world enters the world, the autumn rain disappears, the vast sea is thousands of feet, the sky is soaring, and the unreachable immortals... A silver sword enters the rivers and lakes, a cloud folding fan travels in the rivers and lakes, a stylus pen judges the rivers and lakes, and a spear holds the rivers and lakes.
The winter sunset has no warmth, but it does not hinder its brilliance. A red-hot afterglow covers the moon gate like a carefully arranged painting. A beautiful woman suddenly bursts into the painting. Under the mutual radiance, I don't know whether the afterglow illuminates the person or the person illuminates the afterglow. The linen clothes add a bit of sadness, and the lack of makeup adds a bit of elegance. Her arrival is like the melting snow of the spring sun, which instantly dissolves the gloom in the hospital for many days. Unconsciously, the faint murderous aura in the air disappeared, and Li Tongzhen relaxed his hands.
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The sun was setting, and the goldfish-like light spots penetrated the dust, reflecting faint light and shadow, overlapping and flickering in front of his eyes... Feel it [thinking] [thinking] [thinking] [thinking]
Slap him in the face, fight back and kill him, carry on the fun to the end, and spread his blood all over the world. The writing is super smooth, the characters are not brainless, and the plot is not bloody.
As a teenager, I started to read "Heroes", and one of the chapters, "Zhangtai Liu", amazed my youth. Later, he became active in Tieba and became obsessed with martial arts. After 16 years, he couldn't wait to start writing his own heroes. I wrote 100,000 words and posted it on Tieba, and it was selected as a high-quality product. Later, I put it on hold due to work reasons. Another eight years have passed, times have changed, the little boy has turned into an old man, and Mr. Stray Dog is still not finished. I read my posts a few days ago, and I still feel emotional. Nowadays, with the development of the Internet, you can use Tomato novels to rewrite your inner hero "The World is Wide". It has multiple protagonists, multiple main lines, and multiple perspectives. You will also witness many stories along with Zheng He's voyages to the West. Without such a fast pace, I wonder if anyone would still read books like traditional martial arts? Pay tribute to martial arts.
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When the main road changes, all things grow; when Kun Yuan flows, it follows the heaven. Immortals paint the universe to calm the four spirits, and use the immortal method to pastor the common people. The young man Wu Yi, whose power arose from Suzaku, seizes the power in the world and builds the supreme road. As soon as the sky shattered, he rode his horse and sang wildly, and went to the heavenly palace for the grand banquet. Everything is over, the world's hegemony is over, and the dynasty is gone. Wait until you return to ask the sky, Yi Wu will move the world with his sword!
"The Way the Fire Comes" Chapter 44 (Excerpt) After speaking, he raised his eyebrows and raised his left hand high, then clasped his hands together, then opened them, and saw a bright "Swastika" seal appeared in his palm, which looked like it was made of gold. The movement of the Dharma form of the big Buddha standing upright behind him is synchronized with it, and a big Dharma seal with the word "" that shines like the sun also appears in the palm of his hand. Wan Qianqiu's right hand gently held up the "" seal, and slowly pressed it forward, very slowly but very steadily. The two seals with the word "", one large and one small, carry the force of collapsing mountains and destroying mountains, as if they are carrying the power of the entire world and are moving forward, while the long river of squeezing words continues to retreat. Seeing this, the expression of the old man in plain clothes finally changed. He put on a long robe without wind and raised it up high. He said angrily: "It's too much to bully others. Do you really think that I, a Confucian, can be bullied?" After hearing this, Wan Qianqiu burst into laughter and said domineeringly: "So what if I bully you?" Immediately, he waved his hand violently, and two big seals with the character "" came out of his hand and struck at the four of them with lightning speed. The expressions of Chu Huainan and the other three changed greatly, and they quickly tried their best to activate the Zangtian Pavilion. The Zangtian Pavilion rotated rapidly under their urging, and the long river of words around it almost condensed into substance. At this moment, the old man sweeping the floor raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes angrily. He was dressed in a long robe without any wind, making a hunting sound, and shouted loudly: "Is it tolerable, or not?" As the old man sweeping the floor shouted, the roaring sea appeared behind him, and a giant kun from the North Sea was swimming in it. If you look closely, you can see that the sea and the giant kun are both evolved from densely packed and extremely small words. At this time, the old man sweeping the floor said loudly: "There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is..." It is the Confucian classic "Xiaoyaoyou". With the sound of the old man sweeping the floor reciting, the words evolved into the giant Kun in the North Sea, which gradually grew in size, and was not inferior to the giant Buddha standing tall on the sky and the ground behind Wan Qianqiu. "It turned into a bird, and its name is Peng..." The old man sweeping the floor shouted loudly, and only heard a melodious sound of Kun, and the giant Kun in the North Sea set off huge waves and rose into the sky. The giant Kun in the North Sea leaped high and turned into a roc in the nine heavens. As a high-pitched roc crow sounded, the roc spread out its wings and blocked out the sky... The old man sweeping the floor shouted again: "The universe floats day and night." As he shouted, behind him, the blue sea and sky, the sun and the moon emerged. Then he pushed forward with his hands formed in seals. In an instant, the small tower of light formed by the Zangtian Pavilion merged with the roc. The roc held it in its mouth, like the most powerful warrior holding the sharpest sword, and stabbed forward at a very fast speed. At this moment, both sides put their all into it, and the spiritual struggle was reflected in reality and could no longer be concealed. At this time, even some ordinary people who had never practiced spiritual practice almost felt something abnormal. They heard the sound of reading aloud and the sound of the long river of words flowing. Of course, they also saw the giant Buddha standing tall in the sky and the sea of strange flowers that almost filled the void. They were shocked and inexplicable for a moment. So some people fled like crazy to avoid this monstrous disaster. Some people boasted that they were highly cultivated and could remain calm in the face of danger. There were also many true Confucian disciples who suddenly felt inspired and started painting. There were also people who were singing wildly and composing poems loudly in the wind and rain. "I am a madman of Chu, and Feng Ge laughs at Confucius." "On the battlefield in the autumn, the soldiers are flying fast, and the bow is as fast as a thunderbolt." "The river goes eastward, the waves are washed away, and the romantic figures of the ages." ... Seeing such an amazing peak showdown, some Confucian disciples with free and easy nature, heroic spirit, immediately sang in the wind and rain, showing the Confucian freehand style, how happy it is? It was too late, but it was too soon. Everything happened in the blink of an eye. With a "boom", the "" seal that quickly merged into one collided with the bird holding the Tibetan Pavilion in its mouth. For a moment, time and space stopped, the heaven and earth lost their voice. The heavy rain falling from the sky stopped and suspended in the air. The Confucian scholars who were still singing wildly stood still and lost their voices. In an instant, it seemed as if everything had gone through a vicissitudes of life, everything returned to its original state, heavy rain fell to the ground, and the high-pitched chanting of the Confucian scholars resounded throughout the world... The Zangtian Pavilion flew out with a "boom" and hit Mount Tai in the blink of an eye, collapsing several peaks, raising smoke and dust all over the sky, and was immediately buried under the rubble, without any movement. Countless people watched blankly as the nine-story high-rise building that had stood in the sky and had not shaken for thousands of years disappeared in an instant, collapsing several peaks of Mount Tai. They all opened their mouths and fell silent. How could the shock in their hearts be described as a stormy sea? But when the light dissipated, the long river of words stopped flowing, the light and shadow became illusory and dim, the wings of the bird folded, the sun and the moon exploded, the sky shattered, the sea evaporated, and Chu Huainan and the three of them were seen hitting the high wall behind them, vomiting blood and motionless. The figure of the old man sweeping the floor became illusory, guarding the three of them. He looked at Wan Qianqiu in the light wind and clouds, and saw that the giant Buddha behind Wan Qianqiu split open and turned into the form of the Demon Ancestor. Under the Demon Ancestor, a sea of flowers bloomed from the other side, as red as blood, and the sky was filled with fire... The faces of Chu Huainan and the three of them were ashen, and they looked at Wan Qianqiu with dark eyes. Their hearts were cold, and they felt that this Wan Qianqiu was so terrifying? A Martial God, two Martial Saints, and a mysterious old man who far surpassed the Martial God realm, used Confucian artifacts to be so vulnerable? They tried their best but were easily defeated by Wan Qianqiu, how could they not feel despair? In the realm of heaven and man, is the combat power so terrifying?
The writing of the first one is really good, I cried and laughed while writing. The writing is full of intrigues and deceptions, and is majestic. There is the love of childhood sweethearts, the friendship of life and death, the tearful family affection, the majestic war and the undercurrent of intrigue. There is the madness of the sword without saying a word, the bitterness of the sword, and the sweetness of the cicada. All in all it's really good.