Read it for yourself. Needless to say, Yanyulou is recognized as a good book with a score of 9.6! Everything else is basically collected by myself [laughs]
Chapter 239 [Writing Technique] The ratio of psychological description to action description is textbook! In Shen Qianqiu's "The left side cries and the right side settles the score", the character's sense of division is fully expressed in just a few sentences. The author is good at conveying the maximum amount of information in the smallest space, without a wasted word.
The writing style of the three books is excellent, and the writing skills are very high. For the first book, I think some parts are really similar to swordsmanship, and it's very flavorful; for the second book, you'll know just by looking at the ratings; and for the last one, it's Chinese-style, and it's really good-looking.
Although the genres are different, I read this book after Jianlai's combat power collapsed. It focuses on casual leisure. The sequelae of Jianlai are too great. The other books are really not good to read. Fortunately, I came across it. I swear, I will confiscate the money and collect the money④ Book Friends
"Mortal Bones" is recommended to everyone. It is still being serialized. This is a book that I am chasing every day. It is worth reading by everyone. Many book friends should have read the book "Ma Yi Xiangshi". It is quite good. I couldn't stop reading it from the first chapter. After reading it, I went through a book shortage for a long time until I found the book "Mortal Bones". You can check it out.
That winter, Jianghu died. The martial arts world was slaughtered in the sky, and the mountains and rivers were stained with blood. Stunning beauty means death - Zhao Qinghe, the most beautiful princess in the world, the most beautiful woman in the world. When she laughs, the mountains and rivers turn pale; when she draws her sword, the gods bow their heads. Flowing Cloud Soft Sword, invincible with three moves. Followed by two more dangerous women: Luo Qinghan, "Mo Yu God Killer"; Wen Wanqing, "Soft Palms Controlling the Sky". The three of them were hidden, like ladies and delicate flowers. The two cute pets are even more incredible, the Mysterious Demonic Ice Python "Frost Xuan", and the ancient divine beast "Soul-eating Golden Eyes" Mo Yan. The winter snow has not stopped, but the killing has begun. The sharpest sword in the world, wrapped in the sweetest sugar.
Recommended new book: "The Calamity Furnace", respect~^ Oriental Fantasy Brain Fantasy #Don't Follow the Old Routine #Robbery Xiuliu Introduction: Cultivation means borrowing debt from the way of heaven, and overcoming calamity means repaying the debt; and there is a furnace in his body, which specializes in cultivating all calamities in the world. In the nine realms of the world, all things need to "borrow the power of heaven" to practice. Every time you break through a major realm, it is equivalent to signing a "debt" to Heaven. When the debt period comes, a disaster will come: if you can carry it over, the debt will be cleared and the state will be solid; if you cannot carry it over, both body and soul will be destroyed, and there will be no chance of reincarnation. Therefore, what monks in the world fear most is not powerful enemies, but calamity. There is not one person out of a hundred who successfully overcomes the tribulation. Every city and every sect has people who specialize in dealing with the funeral affairs of those who fail in the tribulation: the undertakers. They are the people at the bottom of the spiritual world. They deal with corpses after calamities all the time. Their bodies are stained with the smell of calamity ashes that cannot be washed away, and are considered unlucky. Chapter 1 The Embalmer It was dusk in Luojie Town, and the sky was gray. It's not as gray as a cloudy day, but like an old iron plate that has been smoked thousands of times by calamity fire, weighing heavily on the ridge of the roof. The mortuary shop at the east end of the town has no signboard, and only has a piece of dead willow planted on the lintel: everyone within a hundred miles radius knows that the place where the dead willow is planted is where the dead are collected. Shen Du was squatting on the ground, wiping Blacksmith Wang's face with a piece of linen cloth. It's said to be a face, but actually it doesn't look much like a face anymore. Three days ago, Blacksmith Wang broke through the calamity-inducing realm in his backyard. The calamity fire poured in from the Tianling Gai and burned all night. By the time the neighbor opened the door, his whole body had been reduced to black coals, with only the family heirloom on his chest still embedded in his flesh, proving the identity of the deceased. "Boy Shen, wipe it clean." Wang Dashi, the son of Blacksmith Wang, stood at the door, dressed in filial piety, but his tone was not very sad, but more impatient, "My father has been very decent in his life, don't let him leave in an ugly way." Shen Du did not raise his head. His fingers were steady, and he used a damp cloth to wipe away the burnt dead skin little by little, revealing the texture underneath that had not yet been completely charred. Ordinary undertakers would not dare to touch the corpses that failed to survive the tribulation: the remains of corpses after the tribulation are often lingering with the lingering tribulation energy, and if they get even a little bit, they will be sick for half a month. But Shen Du is not afraid. He has been doing this business with his master since he was eight years old. He has handled thousands of robbed corpses, and his body has long been stained with the smell of robbed ashes that cannot be washed away. People in the town said that he had a tough life and was capable of calamity. Only Shen Du himself knew that it wasn't because of fate, but because he could see it. He could see the dissipating crimson fire on Blacksmith Wang's body. The fire was not burning on the flesh, but on the remaining traces of the soul, like a dark red snake, loosening up little by little. Ordinary people can't see anything. They only feel chills and palpitations when approaching the corpse. But in Shen Du's eyes, the entire mortuary was shrouded in a faint crimson halo. This is his secret. He could see Zed. For as long as he could remember, Shen Du could see something hanging above everyone's head. For ordinary people, it is a gray fog, so light that it is almost invisible; for practitioners, the fog is thicker and darker; and when it comes to transcending tribulations, the fog will suddenly shrink and burn, turning into tribulation fire, tribulation thunder, tribulation wind, all kinds of things, all deadly things. He had reminded Blacksmith Wang. Three days ago, under the old locust tree at the entrance of the town, he looked at the red calamity fire above Blacksmith Wang's head that had condensed into the shape of a sharp claw. He couldn't help but said: "Uncle Wang, the calamity fire above your head is red, and it is very dangerous. Don't break through within three days." Blacksmith Wang spat at him at that time. "You little undertaker, are you cursing me?" Then Wang Dashi rushed out and pushed him staggering, calling him "a disaster born from a crow's mouth." None of the onlookers spoke for him, and looked at him like a piece of unlucky shit. Shen Du has experienced this kind of thing too many times. He stopped talking and lowered his head to continue wiping. Wang Dashi stood at the door for a while, probably feeling that the room was unlucky, so he said, "After wiping, go to Wang Ji's blacksmith shop to get money" and left. The footsteps faded away, and the only sounds left in the mortuary were Shen Du's breathing and the subtle "crackling" sound made when the calamity fire on the body dissipated. When it touched his chest, Shen Du's hand suddenly stopped. Something is wrong. Blacksmith Wang's calamity fire was red, he could see this clearly. But at this moment, in the deepest part of the blackened sternum, where the breast protector pressed, there was a very faint light: not red, but dark gold. The light was too weak, like a firefly in the wind, looming among the remains of the red calamity fire. If it weren't for Shen Du's eyes, no one would have been able to discover it. He frowned, reached out and took off the breast shield embedded in the bone seam. The dark golden light suddenly brightened for a moment. Shen Du's pupils suddenly shrank. It was a ray of fire. Completely different from the crimson calamity fire wrapped around the corpse, this dark golden flame was only the size of a fingernail, floating quietly in the hollow of Blacksmith Wang's scorched sternum. There was a vague shadow inside the flame: like a tripod, but also like a furnace, simple and thick, exuding an indescribable and vast atmosphere. It is not Wang Blacksmith's calamity fire. Shen Du's instinct screamed, telling him not to touch it. He has been an undertaker for nine years and has seen too many strange deaths. He knows what can and cannot be touched. But that dark golden flame seemed to have some kind of magic power. His eyes were firmly attracted, and his body involuntarily moved closer. Just when his face was less than half a foot away from the flame, the flame suddenly trembled. As if it came alive, it turned into a dark golden stream of light and penetrated along the center of Shen Du's eyebrows. "Hmm!" Shen Du groaned, fell backwards, and hit the ground heavily with the back of his head. But he couldn't feel the pain anymore. An indescribable burning heat exploded from the center of his eyebrows, like a sun igniting in his skull, rushing crazily along his meridians. His body arched up, his fingers dug into the mud, and blood oozed from between his fingers. The scorching heat raged in the body for an unknown amount of time, and finally converged to a certain location under the lower abdomen, where is what practitioners call the sea of qi. The sea of qi of ordinary people is a dead desert, and in Shendu's sea of qi, there is something new at this moment. A furnace. It is the size of a palm, dark gold, has three legs and two ears, and the furnace body is covered with dense inscriptions. Shen Du didn't recognize any of those inscriptions, but the moment he saw them, two words naturally appeared in his mind: Robbery Furnace. The dark golden flame burned slowly in the furnace, and the red calamity aura remaining from Blacksmith Wang's body seemed to be pulled by some force. It was drawn along Shen Du's eyebrows, nose, and pores one by one, and was submerged into the calamity furnace. The flames of the calamity furnace suddenly shot up. The calamity fire that once made countless monks talk about it was refined like firewood in the furnace, turning into a ray of extremely pure power, overflowing from the furnace and slowly flowing into Shen Du's limbs and bones. His body is glowing. This is not a metaphor, there is dark golden light flowing under his skin, like magma running underground. The broken meridians were forcibly widened and reshaped, and the atrophied muscle fibers became firm and strong again under the infusion of power. Even the skin color, which looked pale after not seeing the sun for many years, revealed a warm luster. The whole process lasted about one stick of incense. When the last ray of crimson calamity energy was refined, the flames of the calamity furnace returned to calm, and Shen Du collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. Sweat soaked his clothes, and his whole body looked like he had been fished out of the water. But his eyes were frighteningly bright.
Without further ado, let's get started. Dao Buyu, first! Definitely on the list! The second book, which is currently being updated, is a bit cool about pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. The rating is slightly lower, but the writing style is nothing to say! The third one is to invade the Westward Journey from the outside, but! So beautiful! Take a look! Take a look for some encouragement! Don't let the author eunuch! ! !
The gentle yet stubborn male protagonist, the most heart-wrenching mortal who rebels against fate! Lu Xingchen has no peerless talent or system plug-ins, but with a clear and transparent heart, he fights against the entire false world of immortality. The writing is delicate and engaging, and the plot progresses layer by layer, blending the charm of traditional immortality with the grandeur of interstellar science fiction. The further you read, the more you can see the unique story quality! # Testament #The male protagonist rebels against his fate #Treasure Serial Novel
Where did you place the God of Decapitation? No one recommends God of Decapitation. I am not convinced. The Legend Bureau, the synopsis and details are so good that I will kneel down. Fast food eaters will definitely not be able to stand it. But I am willing to make him a god quickly. I have also recommended it, so I won't go into details. At the end of the ten days, it is no longer a cool article on the Internet. A good book that can be published can be regarded as an unlimited flow, but it is different from anything I have ever seen. It will have a sense of horror like the Moss Ubi Ring.
... The spear in his hand bloomed with a spear flower, and it was hooded towards Hongyuan Lake. Hong Yuanhu had an injury on his leg. He was unable to dodge and fell down. He just missed Zhuo Ruyan's long sword. He fell on a member of the Salt Gang, picked up an ax and swung it to block Xu Shan's spear... - "Hengduan Mountain"!
I personally think this book is better than Jian Lai. Of course Jian Lai, Swordsmanship in the Snow, Qing Yu Nian, Jiang Ye, and Sou Shen Ji Savage Chronicles written by Wild Fox under the Tree are all good, and the underworld novel about the fairy tales and struggles of the six brothers of the Southern underworld.
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