Why Is Jianghu All a Problem?
江湖怎么全是问题
by White Clothes (衣白)
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 10k Words
- Genre
- Multi-Orientation
- Updated
- 1mo ago
- Source
- JJWXC
Stats
Tags
- ThemeMartial Arts
- POVMultiple POV
- Age18+
- Anti-Cliché
- Coming of Age
- Ensemble Cast
- Jianghu
- Lighthearted
- Xianxia Cultivation
Synopsis
[Group portrait article, a young man is beginning to grow up and is as comfortable as the wind] The world of rivers and lakes is always full of heroism, ups and downs, joy and hatred; it always makes young people who have not experienced it full of fantasies about it. In the court, conspiracies and intrigues take turns, and there are ten pitfalls waiting for you in one sentence. They were born in troubled times, but they are far away from troubled times. Can God favor them again and again? In this invisible world, weird people and things keep emerging. They keep exploring and growing. No one knows the final outcome... A group of teenagers with different personalities have saved themselves from crisis after crisis and defeated themselves in challenges. As they continue to get along and get along with each other, they can hand over their backs to each other without any scruples. Of course, when there is no danger, 'backstab' often comes quickly and accurately. Small theater: "The previous emperor was ignorant, domineering, extravagant, self-willed, rebellious, ignorant and incompetent... In any case, it was amazing! Poor! Incomparable! The only good thing you can do is die young. It is said that heroes emerge in troubled times. This world is chaotic and bad enough, so talents emerge in large numbers. Of course, What I want to talk about is not them. Although the grievances and hatreds of the previous generation..." Nan Hongxue sat on a stool and talked like a mountain king, with a domineering posture and immersed in it. "Nannan, I think your beginning is not attractive enough. It should be like this..." Sui Qianzhong sat cross-legged at Nan Hongxue's feet, leaning on the stool next to him, with an eager expression on his face, but was interrupted before he even started. "Oh, Lin Xiaoxian, if you dare to hit me on the head with your broken fan again, I will pour all your wine." He covered his head with his hands and turned back angrily. Sui Qianzhong knew who knocked him without looking back, because only Lin Xiaoxian could knock his clever head, which was really annoying (ꐦÒ‸Ó). Just when he turned around, he saw Lin Xiaoxian winking at him... "What's wrong with you? Do you have cramps? Do you want me to give you two injections? No matter how anxious you are, you can't hit my clever head. What if I knock you out of my mind? Who will treat your injuries and illnesses?" Suiqianzhong rubbed the place where he was hit and turned back, ready to continue to express his wild imagination. Just when she turned back, she saw Nan Hongxue who was smiling but clenching her fists... She raised her eyebrows and stared at the excited Suiqianzhong... "Sui Qianzhong, you have interrupted me for the thirteenth time and changed the content for the eighth time. This time you asked me to change the beginning of the fifth. May I ask... What... You... Want... To... Do!" ( ⩌ - ⩌ ) Every word made him feel guilty, and his intuition told him that if he didn't have a perfect reason, he might die at the age of twenty-one. "Haha, Nannan, I... I..." (/(°∞°)) The guilty feeling is about to overflow. It seems that he can't solve this life crisis perfectly. The thirty-sixth plan is to walk, run! Sui Qianzhong turned around and wanted to run, but... Lin Xiaoxian grabbed him by the collar and Nan Hongxue stepped on the corner of his clothes. Jiang Chaosheng, who was sitting at the door, quickly closed the door. Gong Haoyue used his beloved sword as a door latch and inserted it into the door. Feng Fuyao, who was sitting opposite Sui Qianzhong, thoughtfully asked Nan Hongxue to hand her a long stick. Fang Xian took out Sui Qianzhong's own good medicine for treating bruises from his sleeve and put it gently on the table. Suiqianzhong looked around at the actions of his friends and felt a sense of despair. "Nannan, I didn't mean it." Sui Qianzhong turned around with a flattering smile on his face. He took the long stick handed over by Feng Fuyao and hid it behind his back. "Don't be angry. I will never interrupt you for no reason again." If you want to know what happened next, come in and take a look (★≧▽^))★☆ Intention: Young people are high-spirited, wearing bright clothes and angry horses. They should not be afraid of time and power.