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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Xuanjian Immortal Clan is over it, Jiyue people are too slow, not enough to read, I'm looking for someone with the same genre, or similar character creation, the writing is online, and the rhythm is normal
🔻1 In a world where the body cultivates the spirit and opens up the path of spiritual cultivation, the protagonist relies on the golden finger, an ability that can see the evolution route of the spiritual species, to continuously become stronger and lead his family to rise. 🔻2 Traveled through another world and became a stone, gaining the ability to store spiritual energy. After lying flat for twenty years, two people from the Yang family took it away, thus starting the story.
It is written after the Xuanjian Immortal Clan, but has a different story. Brothers, the article I wrote on my family's cultivation of immortality has been published by mortals. It has multiple male protagonists and multiple female protagonists. It is not an AI novel. It is just that the chapter names were chosen using AI and are now restricted. The book contains the stability of the family left behind by the eldest son, the clique formed by the second son in the Immortal Sect, the strategizing of the third son in the army, the love and hatred of the four sons in the world, the conspiracy and calculation of the only daughter and son-in-law in the temple, and the personal stories of the branches of your family. It tells the story of the poor Li family, after countless generations of hard work, becoming the overlord of the star field.
I have been a bookworm for 20 years, and I am particularly interested in human beings cultivating immortals. Among the books I have read so far, "The Legend of Mortals Cultivation to Immortality", "The Immortal Rebellion", "The Road to the Master of the Cultivation Sect", "The Path of the Xuanchen", "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit", and "The Peak of Green Lotus" are my favorites. I suddenly had the idea to write about the immortals in my mind, no worries and no old grandfathers, trying to show a real world of immortality in my mind. His parents died when he was young, and he was dependent on his tribe. However, when he grew up, he witnessed the death of each tribe member. He was not taken seriously by his family since he was a child, and he just wanted to live a carefree life. However, his fate made him meet the nemesis in his life. Unexpectedly, He was good at leadership, but now he had to bear the honor and disgrace of the entire family due to various encounters. Wang Xuanyi turned around, fondly forgetting the place where he grew up, and then flew away with these children without looking back... This book tells the story of a small foundation-building clan that grew into a fairy clan through the efforts of generations of clan members... The 2.6 Million-word book has been completed, welcome to read!
The more you look at it, the better it gets. He has already calculated every step of the way and treats others as stepping stones. His description of love is also very good.
Chapter 77 The truth behind the Evil God's awakening - "Do you think you are redeeming him?" The Phantom of the Evil God laughed maniacally, "He is the perfect weapon I cultivated!" Du Yaoguang started the hypnosis array with his backhand: "Thank you Lao Tie for sending me the research subjects. I accepted your PUA manual."
Cultivation of immortals on the island + farming and fish farming + elixirs and spiritual beasts + sea tribes and humans + rise of families = traditional herbal writings on cultivating immortals! Worth watching, highly recommended! ! !
Three volumes of mysterious books on Taoism, unlocking the wisdom of spiritual practice. If you are yearning for Taoist classics but are stuck in the obscurity of classical Chinese, these three volumes of mysterious books that use stories to explain mystical principles will definitely make you suddenly enlightened. "The Legend of Lao Jun's Journey to the West" can be called the key to entry into the mysterious classics. It takes the legend of Lao Jun's Westward Journey as the main line, and integrates the profundity of the Tao Te Ching, the philosophy of the Tai Ping Jing and the subtlety of "Bao Pu Zi" into vivid stories, making boring classics vivid and easy to understand, and easily opening the door to Taoist wisdom. Stargazing was an important way for the ancients to explore the heaven and earth. "Wenshi Zhengdaolu" takes a different approach and teaches the method of stargazing through interesting stories. There is no need to memorize theories by rote. By following the plot, you can master the secrets of stargazing and feel the mystery of the movement of heaven and earth. "Prince Xuanyuan's Cultivation Record" is more attractive. It takes the cultivation process of Emperor Zhenwu as the context and narrates the Yinxian sect's cultivation techniques. The story has ups and downs, and the techniques are explained in simple and profound terms. It is not only addictive to read the story, but also allows you to understand the true meaning of cultivation. Three good books, using stories as boats, will take you on a journey through the sea of Taoism. They are worth reading!
How can you not read the first book of fantasy cultivating immortality? It is definitely a rare masterpiece from Tomato. I have been following it for more than 80 days! Whether it is the character portrayal, plot design, or fighting scenes, they are all superb. It is clearly written with care at first glance, especially the description of the tangle of people's hearts. I think it is the most exciting part of this book. If you like fantasy, you must read [Adoration] [Adoration] [Coming soon]
"Xi'er, why are you doing this?" The voice came before the person arrived, and his tone was full of confusion, pain, and pity. Upon hearing this, the young man in white clothes walking above the clouds suddenly looked back and looked in disbelief at the crane thousands of miles away that was flying towards him with spread wings. To be precise, it was the old man in white who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and adjusting his breath on the back of the crane. At this moment, the old man's hair was disheveled and his face was miserable, as if he was possessed by a maniac. "Why are you able to find it so far?" The young man in white stared and saw that the old man's soul was weak, his eyes were hollow, blood was still flowing out of his seven orifices, and the old face with blood and tears was still in pain from the backlash. After quietly stopping in the clouds and taking in everything, the young man in white suddenly had a complicated look on his face. He lowered his eyes and said nothing, as if he was waiting for the old man to arrive. In fact, he had a lot of thoughts in his heart, "I have been teaching you for hundreds of years, but I can't repay you. I hate you!" After a while, the crane fell to another cloud. Even though the old man was almost blind, the focus of his gaze never left the young man. The old man opened his mouth and was about to say something, but the young man in white took a step forward and greeted him in a low voice: "Master!" The old man's eyes blurred at the sound of "Master!" He stood up tremblingly and got off his crane, wanting to step forward and help the young man in white. But before we even took two steps, something unexpected happened! It was because the young man in white came to the old man first, with no joy or sorrow on his face. With a "plop", he knelt down on his knees and prostrated himself on the ground. His forehead was pressed tightly to the ground, he was kneeling, motionless and silent. If an outsider saw the sudden change, he would not know the reason for it. Only the old man looked down at the disciple under his knees who was once the most proud of the entire Yuntian Valley, a man of great influence who made hundreds of immortal classes look down on him. The old man was heartbroken and staggered, almost losing his footing and falling into the clouds. He ignored the teacher's etiquette and cried out sadly, "Xi'er, you..." But the next words, perhaps because of the anger in his heart, could not come out. ... The picture seems to be frozen. After a long time, I see that the young man has taken root and remains unmoved. The old man, with his last vestige of fantasy, tried to save everything. "Xi'er, why are you doing this! Get up and go back with me to plead guilty. It's not too late." He stretched out his hands tremblingly, and tried to help the young man in white up with his hunched old body. However, the moment his ten fingers touched the corner of the young man's clothes in white, the old man's pupils couldn't help but shrink, his color changed in horror, and his body even took several steps back. "How could it be like this! How could it be like..." "Pfft!" His expression of loneliness and hope turned into disbelief, but before he could finish his words, he was so anxious that he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, causing his body to become unsteady, and he almost lost his footing. Staring blankly at the motionless young man in white lying on the ground, the old man gritted his teeth to prevent himself from crying. However, he closed his eyes in pain. When he turned away, two lines of bloody tears fell uncontrollably. I thought that my disciple would disappoint me at most, but I didn't know that it was not disappointment, but incredible despair and regret! The last remaining illusion was completely shattered, and the old man trembled with trembling lips and said nothing more. Compared to just now, at this moment, he seemed to understand everything, but he retracted his hand weakly, his eyes were full of confusion, and his expression was in a trance. Thinking back on the past few days, I desperately tried to destroy my centuries-old Taoism and forcibly broke the formation. Then my secret disease recurred. I endured the backlash and pursued it all day long, just so that my beloved disciple could turn back. However, it was not until this moment that the old man finally realized the so-called crime: betraying the master, falling into the devil's path, attacking the chief disciple of the Immortal Lord, and massacring mortals. These are all crimes committed by desire, and they are the conspiracy of the Immortal Bai Yu! It's just that it's not directed at oneself. "Xi'er suffered such a misfortune. I hate that it happened before... But now, even though the truth is clear, there is still nothing I can do to save it. In the end, I still have to..." "Xi'er! Hate for the teacher! Hate the Immortal White Jade! Hate the Baijia Immortal Class!! Hate the ruthless way of heaven!!! Hate the teacher, the way is inferior to human beings..." The old man kept roaring in his heart and struggled wildly, but in the end it seemed insignificant. At this moment, he could no longer distinguish between true and false. His two beloved disciples left him one after another. One is still missing, and the other is still alive and dead. ... No matter how unwilling he was, the old man turned around and left in the end, but his mood changed as a result. There was an uncontrollable cold murderous intent faintly exuding from his body. It was all because of an extra jade pendant that appeared in his hand at some point, so he was suppressed and did not become possessed on the spot. I saw only two words engraved on the jade, "Yun Xi!" ' The old man vaguely remembered that it was a token of master and apprentice that he gave to the new disciples in the mortal world more than two hundred years ago. However, all that is left now is this piece of jade! The old man did not ride the crane, but stepped on the clouds step by step and drifted away in despair, until he disappeared at the end of the sky. ... Shortly afterwards, many heavenly soldiers and generals, elders of the Immortal Sect, and wandering immortals all looked for opportunities to come and surrounded the floating clouds. There were three floors inside and three floors outside, nearly a thousand people! But no one dared to come forward, they just watched silently, with expressions full of pity and regret, but also indifference, joy, and joking. The remaining cranes seemed to feel uneasy, neighed, fluttered their wings and flew away gracefully. The remaining wind blew by, and the young man in white turned into ashes all over the sky and disappeared among the clouds. Since then, there have been no clouds in the sky! ... "Has Dad been to the outside world? "No. "Does daddy know what the outside world is like?" "I don't know." "But Yue'er knows, does daddy want to hear it?" "Will Yue'er tell daddy?" "The young man looked at his daughter and asked with a smile. "Hehe, dad guessed it. "The little girl had bright eyes and white teeth, smiled slyly, and hurried forward to hug the young man's arm and act coquettishly, "Daddy will braid Yue'er's hair, and Yue'er will tell her father if it's okay. "Okay, dad is leaning on Xiao Yue'er, but dad wants to know, where did Yue'er know these things?" "The young man asked pretending to be curious, but he felt a little helpless in his heart. Ever since the old man and the young man came to Shiwanqingshan, the few villagers here have become even smaller. Men, women, and children have been deceived into looking forward to the prosperous streets outside, so that now it is difficult to see a complete family even if they walk ten miles. "Brother Zi Mu told Yue'er. "The little girl named Yue'er smiled sweetly, and after blurting out, she couldn't wait to sit next to the young man. What she was thinking about was what kind of nice braid her father would wear this time. On the contrary, the young man, very casually, picked up the wooden comb on the table and combed his daughter's long hair. He was thinking in his heart: "I will have to come to find the old man and the young man someday, otherwise I may be the only one left in this hundred thousand green hills. "... One night ten years ago. A meteor streaked across the sky, and finally fell silently into the 100,000 green mountains. Perhaps no one knew that this meteor was not some strange stone from the sky, but a banished immortal who fell from the sky to the earth. At first, he was confused, even a little dull, because for some reason, the banished immortal had some amnesia. He forgot who he was, where he came from, and even why he came to this mortal world. What was left was only some trivial matters. What made him most helpless was that he could not use great magical powers in this mortal world, otherwise he would be punished by heaven. However, it is worth mentioning that simpler spells and magic weapons can destroy it. Later, the banished immortal settled in Shiwanqingshan in a daze, because his memory seemed to vaguely remember that the gods in the sky would come down to the earth every sixty seconds to recruit some disciples who had achieved a certain level of cultivation to join the immortal class, so he waited here for the day when the heavenly gate would open... Two years passed in a hurry. Banished Immortal built a thatched courtyard here, cultivated several acres of fertile land, and visited all the villages and villages within a hundred miles. He also made acquaintance with many people from the same path in Shiwanqingshan. The spiritual energy in the world is mixed and not suitable for entering the body. Only on full moon days, Banished Immortal will occasionally meditate and practice, absorbing the spirit of the moon. I remember that it was an evening at the autumnal equinox, and Xian Xian was walking along the river bank carrying a big wine gourd, drinking as he walked. "The wine was given by a little Taoist priest, but the gourd fell from the sky! "People who met on the road to banished the immortal said so. As for the mystery behind it, I'm afraid I don't know. The name of the river is Baizhai. As the name suggests, the river flows through hundreds of villages, but the upstream is in the outside world. After walking along the coast for an unknown length of time, night came as promised. The banished immortal raised his head and drank the last drop of wine in the gourd. There was still no full moon, and he was inevitably a little disappointed. Looking back at the journey, I couldn't help but shake my head slightly, but I accidentally glanced at Baizhaigou and saw a bamboo basket floating down the fast river. It was swaying from side to side and might be submerged by the river at any time. With my sharp eyes, I saw clearly that there was a baby inside! After being stunned for a few seconds, for some reason, the Exalted Immortal somehow used magic to pull the poor bamboo basket to the bank of the river. He walked back a few steps, gently lifted the bamboo basket, and looked at the baby wrapped in single clothes but sleeping extremely sweetly. The Exiled Immortal sighed, smiled bitterly, and said to himself: "Heaven is still so ruthless! I have suffered all the lovers in this world! Later, I suffered for the banished immortals in this world! Now, I am suffering again for this little girl who is already helpless even before she can walk! "... I hope this is the final cause and effect of banishing the immortal! "Alas! We are both fallen people from the end of the world, so please follow me and live in seclusion in the mountains for the next ten years or so. " After standing there for a long time, the banished immortal sighed and whispered to the baby in the basket. He finally felt compassion, abandoned the bamboo basket, hugged the baby, turned around silently, and stayed away from this place of sorrow. Soon after leaving, the clear Baizhai Valley turned into blood, and there were many ferocious ghosts and souls struggling silently in the river. The strong smell of blood even made ferocious birds and beasts avoid it for fear of getting into trouble... Later, the banished immortal adopted the baby girl and raised her as his own flesh and blood. He traveled across the mountains and ridges to find a wet nurse for her, named her, taught her literacy, and taught her humanities... Gradually, Banished Immortal is no longer as carefree as before. He seems to have forgotten that he is an immortal, and he has turned himself into an ordinary person, because Banned Immortal knows that he is now a father!
This authentic group portrait of Tie Zhi will be loved by those who like "The remaining heroes of the sixth generation became the purple mansion of the Li family" in Xuanjian! There is no over-the-top or brainless pretense, each character has a distinct personality, and even the supporting characters have rich life experiences! Humorous! The aura of the Amazon rainforest, which is known as the "Lungs of Blue Star", is reviving. Not the Holy Mother (does not interfere with cause and effect, respects the fate of others). This is really suitable for slow reading, slow pace, Blue Star in the 1980s, the cowherd boy in the mountain village (had a dream of cultivating immortals), the traditional cultivation fairy (the early Blue Star martial arts), not cliche, the subject matter is novel, if you like mortals, come and take a look, there is a world of cultivation behind!
(More than a million words, you can be slaughtered if you are fat!) Yuanying, a Qi-Building Fund-Building Pill, is a mortal, without a female protagonist, and grows up step by step from a low-level handyman. The protagonist kills decisively, the villain has an online IQ, the plot is compact and fast-paced, there are no peeing spots throughout the whole process, and it is highly readable. It is worth buying! ! !
Group portrait, oriental fantasy, old bookworm writing a book asking for support. The protagonist travels to the beginning of the world, seizes opportunities, creates systems, builds families, lays out the world, and conquers other universes. You can check it out if you want to read it. The new author listens to readers' opinions very much and can modify it if you have useful suggestions. You can also add characters created by readers.
Highly recommended [like] [like] [like], the rise of the Wei Mo family, the plot is attractive, not repetitive, the protagonist has no harem, no system, the plot logic is clear, it is worth reading