The world of martial arts has never been about one person.
Whether it is famous all over the world or unknown, what must go will always go, and no one can keep it.
In this majestic life, the clouds are rolling, and the orchids in the empty valleys and the cuckoos reflect the mountains.
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, a hundred years in a blink of an eye, looking back with a smile like passing clouds.
Life is short, I want to become a fairy.
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This is a pretentious story. Well, the protagonist has a non-human personality. He is so-called moderately fat and thin, and is suitable for both attack and reception...
In the process, there are mutual attacks, there are NP ones, there are father-son ones, and there may be no CP in the ending. The main line of martial arts, along with the palace, and the hidden fairies and ghosts (this may be another part). There are all kinds of characters (this is one of my pursuits). In addition, since I have severe obsessive-compulsive disorder (such as the blooming Ganoderma lucidum, the lotus pond in the barracks, etc.), If I don't know it, I will be fooled, and if I know it, I can't stand it. Therefore, the cultural background of the place names is the same as that of ancient China. Otherwise, I will die if I have to verify the dynasty with every idiom... So don't delve into the background knowledge, just treat it as a fiction...
By the way, another pursuit of mine is to write it as a travel guide...