1. I am transparent and focused on ancient times for ten years. I can only write in traditional writing style and don't touch other popular elements XD
Second, someone who is originally a martial artist just wants to try to use a certain martial arts style to write about non-martial arts, so this writing practice is the product of convulsions, so those who are not comfortable with it should beware.
3. A short story, which is more clear-cut and avoids lightning: first person (not autobiographical, but diary); Gao Qi is a married man, he respects history and cannot tamper with it...
Fourth, it's not a time-travel novel! ! Although the beginning is a bit similar, it just borrows a plot from the past and present life and connects it together with dreams.
5. I am a hypocrite? I am a true critic of the party. I hope that the true party will show its noble hands. Of course, all kinds of criticisms and corrections are welcome!
CP is Gao Qi The first chapter and the end are slightly different from the tone of the main article, and they are meant to complain about the current Internet literary world. I don't like to pat down (meaning that JJ might also come to me (╯╰))!
The articles on JJ are not complete, welcome to my lofter base camp, JJ is so hot... It seems that the address cannot be posted, just log in to lofter and search for the article title~
Copywriting is closely related to the main text. Let me reiterate, don't be fooled by the copy, the text is not BE!
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On the plains and under the cloud mountains, there are two black figures, one big and one small, one old and one young.
"Grandpa, why are we running away?"
"The new emperor has defeated the old emperor, and it will be my turn next. If I don't run away now, when will I wait?"
"How do you know?"
"Grandpa has lived a long life and has seen a lot. All those old friends from the past have disappeared one by one. I am the only one who is still alive in this world. Do you think it's all luck?"
"They were all killed by the emperor?"
"It's no harm. If you want me to die, I have to die. If you just say something or write an article, you can pick out the bones by gouging out the eyes and punishing me with the serious crime of beheading the waist and beheading."
"Grandpa is bluffing! How can anyone be cut in half for just a few words?"
"Who's bluffing you! This is absolutely true, that high..."
"High for what?"
"... It's nothing. You will understand these truths when you grow up."
"Grandpa, why are we growing bamboo?"
"You don't understand this. 'It's better to eat without meat than live without bamboo.' This will make it easier for the new emperor to find us."
"Then why plant plum trees again?"
"... Silly boy, if there were no plum blossoms, wouldn't the bamboo be lonely?"
"Grandpa, are you lonely?"
When Gao Xunzhi heard his grandson suddenly ask him this, he stopped what he was doing, straightened up his waist and looked far into the distance. But I saw the clouds and mist on the top of Yandang Mountain, which seemed illusory yet real, seemed real yet illusory.
"What year is it?"
"Fourth year of Jianwen..."
"No. It was the thirty-fifth year of Hongwu." Gao Xunzhi said, "I have always remembered it this way."
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I have watched several lives and deaths alone, but I have only one dream of reincarnation.
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