[Rat and Cat] Forget About Jianghu

My impression seems to be that when Bodhidharma and Sanwang fought in the first season, all the five major figures were there, but I didn't seem to see them later.

I want to watch more extras about Cui Huang and Wu Huan, but I think this is also good. Well.

The hero's father is really talented...

I really want to know what the title of the book means, please give me an answer.

Don't fall for it! ~Although these two chapters are very confusing, it is better than being trapped! Please update!

? ? Mrs? ? I am not scared? ?

Hey, I can't stand it anymore. Thank you for this mess.

Didn't the Uchiha clan seek their own death? Konoha would destroy the Uchiha clan?

Park Toolman: Again! Yes! I! The old man by the side: Okay, who hasn't been? Xiao Wu: At this time, you have to pretend to be stupid

That's too much! It's so sad.

Once you enter the mouse and cat, it is as deep as the sea. What's rare is that I can find someone who is at the same level as me. Having seen all kinds of Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang, I still feel that the mouse and cat in "Jiang Hu" are unique. I like Zhan Zhao's Zhen and Yutang's pet. At the end of the movie, I realized that even though Jin Mao was his first love, he fell in love with Jiao Mao... I couldn't help but be happy. But I regretted coming too late. In fact, I have passed by "Jianghu" countless times before, but I was divided after watching the beginning... I regret it... But I still want to talk about those places that touch me... I like the encounter between the mouse and the cat when they appear, the white clothes, the red robe, the brocade, and the distance shortened by the breath. Yutang's words, "Is it because I deceived my grandpa to treat you with sincerity and care nothing about my injuries?" It still hurts my heart. I like to see the wanton golden-haired mouse domineeringly occupying every bit of space around Zhan Zhao, and I like to watch the cat helplessly pampering the fifth master. I like to hear the fierceness in the word "cat", and the indulgence in the word "yutang". Like... There are many, many more, subtle, but sweet to the heart. Ferment slowly, leaving deep thoughts. Apart from the mice and cats, I admire the portrayal of some of the villains even more. For example, King Xiangyang subverted the usual writing style of his plot to rebel and usurp the throne, but it did not feel out of place, but he was deeply admired. For example, Ding Yuehua is not a restricted area in ordinary mouse and cat novels. Her appearance does not feel inconsistent at all. There are also many characters who appear infrequently but leave a lasting impression... Such as Zhihua. That black demon fox, even in death, forced me to remember him. I admire the author's ability to structure stories and portray human nature. Then I was thinking a little bit about the ending... Although Mao'er and Yutang met and said they didn't need to worry about Yutang's injury, they still felt unwilling to do so. It seems that I can't buy the physical book of "Jianghu" here... I don't know if I have added extras to the physical book... So on impulse, I made a little extras by myself, and then I suddenly remembered as I was writing, it seems that I read a comment before and someone said that the author didn't like his works to be fancied... So I was embarrassed. It's a bit confusing to be stuck... Well, let me post a paragraph for you to read first... If you don't like it, delete it... I wrote it for my own entertainment and read it privately... If you don't mind, I want to send it to everyone. [ ] Is the original text by the author. Then while he was writing, Mouse Mao suddenly thought that his uncle should actually have a story to tell. Then Yuehua, I want to give her an ordinary ending. After all, she has suffered enough. [This year, Bai Yutang came to Jiangnan again. He wanted to find Taoshan again, but when he stopped in Changzhou, the weather suddenly became sultry. Ding Yuehua pushed him through the market, and a vendor carrying two baskets of oranges shouted as he passed by them. Bai Yutang recalled that when he first saw the cat, he cut an orange for him using his own drawing... Thinking of the past, Bai Yutang couldn't help but smile. He stopped the hawker, threw him a piece of broken silver, and asked to buy a bag. The vendor wiped the sweat with a towel on his neck and happily packed a bag full of oranges for Bai Yutang. He was handing the bag to Bai Yutang when the bottom of the bag leaked and the round and plump oranges rolled all over the street. The vendor hurriedly apologized and bent over to pick it up. Ding Yuehua saw that he was pitiful and helped to pick it up. One rolled at Bai Yutang's feet. He bent down to pick it up, but as soon as his fingertips touched it, the orange rolled out along the slope of the ground. Bai Yutang rolled past the orange star and saw a hand. The fingers on that hand are long and slender, the nails are trimmed flat and round, and the knuckles are well-proportioned. It is a hand for practicing swordsmanship. "Brother, your oranges." Bai Yutang took the oranges and narrowed his phoenix eyes, "Thank you so much for picking the oranges. I can't say thank you for your kindness. I can only promise it with my body. I wonder if my benefactor has a wife at home?" "I haven't taken my wife yet, but my heart already belongs to her. I can only decline your kindness." "Since my benefactor is not yet married, I want to fight for it. Can my benefactor tell me where your sweetheart is from? What is her name?" "Uh... This... The person in my mind is from Jiangling Xingkong Island, his surname is Bai and his name is Yutang." Bai Yutang smiled brightly, stretched out his hand to hold the hands opposite him, and said, "Oh? This is a coincidence. I was also born in Jiangling Xingkong Island, and my surname is Bai Yutang. Will my benefactor be willing to give in?" Following those hands upward, there is a warm and warm smile that has not changed. "If Brother Bai doesn't mind, then marry into Zhan's family." "... Smelly cat! If you want to get married, you must marry into my Bai family—!"] Ding Yuehua in the distance raised his head when he heard the smile, and suddenly covered his face. The bright smile on the beautiful face of the young man in white actually dimmed the scorching sun above the nine heavens. The vendor panicked, but his eyes were glued to Lan Bai not far away. After wrapping his arms around the man's waist, Bai Yutang rubbed his head, "Cat, your house is so hard to find... Grandpa has been looking for a long time and still can't find it..." "Cat, when did uncle respond to you and me..." "Cat, grandpa is hungry..." "Cat..." The man in blue didn't say a word, just let him rub against him, complaining to himself, and put his hands on the back of his head. He felt warm moisture seeping into his skin from his waist, which was burning. Slowly squatting down, his fingertips traced the man's eyebrows bit by bit. His phoenix eyes were full of bewitching eyes, but he was crying silently. Gently cover those thin lips, grind them and bite them. The salty taste spread on his tongue, but he enjoyed it as if it were sweet rice. The white mouse that was once so proud was now obediently motionless, just holding the corner of his clothes tightly, letting him conquer the city, letting him perform the kiss bit by bit unforgettable. There seems to be water vapor in the air, carrying the fragrance of flowers ten miles away. Many years later, in one of the most wealthy families in Changzhou Prefecture, a white-haired old man leaned under a willow tree and told his story to his grandchildren. "What I said is true. That day, just like that, a gust of wind blew by, and the two people disappeared, leaving only the flowers on the ground." As he said this, he confirmed it to an old woman with silver hair next to him, "Don't tell me, those two look like gods at first sight... Those immortal spirits..." The grandson below his knees raised his head longingly, listening longingly. The old woman listened calmly... The charm of that year could be vaguely seen in her brows and eyes. The fallen flowers are colorful and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing. A man stands alone in the rain of peach blossoms. His face is like cold jade, his hair is like black ink, he is holding a sandalwood fan, and he is wearing pure silk gauze. Zhan Zhao stood quietly beside Bai Yutang, holding the hand that once held the painting and waved it in a sharp arc, but now it was tightly holding the corner of his clothes. This time, he just looked at Yang Jian and called "uncle". The first time he looked at Yang Jian like this, he knelt down, kowtowed three times, then turned around and walked down the mountain. The second time, Bai Yutang knelt down with him. This time, he didn't kneel. For the first time, even though it was my own choice, I felt guilty after leaving home. He knelt down to thank his uncle for his upbringing and instruction. The second time, even though they were in love with each other, they still wanted to be recognized by their family. He knelt down, it was for Bai Yutang. This time, he didn't kneel, just for himself. Yang Jian felt a little dazed looking at the persistence and perseverance that was the same as before. In the rain of peach blossoms, the young man in blue shirt stood still and said word by word, his voice as gentle as jade, "Zhan Zhao in this life, only Yutang; Zhan Zhao in this life, will never let down Yutang." The world only remembers the warmth of jade, but often forgets its hardness. Bai Yutang slowly let go of his hand and smiled wantonly and dazzlingly. He remembered that one year in Kaifeng, he went to see this cat for a drink. It happened that the peach blossoms in the yard had bloomed and fell on the man's hair. The beautiful young man in white raised his head to the side, picked up the petals with one hand, and said drunkenly: "Cat, you are the only one in the nine heavens and ten earths who has promised to call me Yutang, okay?" The loosened hand did not put down, but he gently put his arm around the waist of the person beside him and gave him a domineering hug. The phoenix eyes are slanted, and the pretty face is as domineering as the flowers when I am in bloom. Even if there is no Golden Rat in the arena, Bai Yutang is still Bai Yutang. Yang Jian was in a trance, and the fire and blood from a thousand years ago spread before his eyes. However, in that battle between gods and demons, there was only one person left smiling openly, but there was no trace of himself anymore. The man raised his stick and pointed to the sky, and asked calmly and proudly, "What's the use of giving birth to me, I can't laugh; what's the use of destroying me, I can't be arrogant." Golden battle armor, red battle robe, and purple gold crown. Chariots of millions of heavenly soldiers rumbled in, and huge lightning split the sky. He jumped up and pointed his golden cudgel straight into the sky. "Come on." At that moment, his figure was illuminated by lightning, and it is still frozen in the legend thousands of years later. At that time, he was just a monkey, but he said, "I want there to be nothing in the world that I can't defeat", smiling wildly. Nowadays, he is the Buddha who has won the title of Victory in Fighting, and he is still the Monkey King who is taboo even to the Jade Emperor. But, he is no longer the Monkey King of Huaguo Mountain. Is there really only one Bai Yutang in this world? Zhan Zhao looked at Yang Jian, his eyes were bottomless pools, and his heart was bitter. He slowly turned around, gave a kiss as light as a butterfly wing, and said with an expression, "Yutang, I'll take you home, okay?" If you change the angle, you won't see the expression of the ten-thousand-year-old iceberg instantly shattered, and you will feel a little helpless. "Oops," Bai Yutang seemed to have suddenly thought of something. His handsome face was now wrinkled into a ball, facing Mao'er's concerned face, and he said in a panic, "Miss Yuehua is still on the street." Zhan Zhao paused, "Yutang, actually, Zhan Zhao in this world is already dead." The boy in white's fleeting fear made the man who was staring at him take a closer look. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the crisp voice waving a bit sharply in the peach blossom rain, and the hands around his waist tightened a bit tighter. Bai Yutang said: "Zhan Zhao, your life will be decided by Bai Yutang. Whether it's a person or a ghost, Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao are destined to never end." "Hmph, Peach Mountain is the land of immortals." Before Zhan Zhao could react, Yang Jian on the side said coldly and waved his sleeves. There were clouds and mist in the peach blossom rain, and the white marble steps were faintly visible winding upward. "Where are the people and ghosts coming from!" Bai Yutang suppressed Bai Yutang, who was about to speak back, and Zhan Zhao slowly spoke, "Yutang, a day on the Peach Mountain lasts a year at the foot of the mountain. It may have been a while since Sister Yuehua has been able to find us. We are not in a hurry to find her right now. I will take you to meet my parents first." "Hmph, you stinky cat, it's good for you. It's only been four days. Grandpa, I've been waiting for you for four years." The boy in white said angrily, and pulled back. The person beside him was worried that he was still injured, so he could only follow his movements and turn to him. Bai Yutang stretched out his hand to hook the man's neck and kissed him fiercely. He mumbled unclear words between his rapid breathing, "Fortunately... You cat only waited... For four days, so you don't have to suffer like Grandpa Bai..." The boy in blue shirt leaned forward and hugged the white tightly, his black and white eyes full of cherishment. He had thought that he would never see him again.