Seven years ago, he was not called Lin Ling, and he was whole. With a pair of Wu King’s hundred-gold hook swords in hand, he stirred up waves across the jianghu.
Seven years later, he had this name and a body made incomplete. He fell silent, choosing to love and be loved.
I chose to write a story spanning ten years, taking three snapshots from Lin Ling’s life between the ages of seventeen and twenty-seven.
Over those ten years, he lost everything and gained everything.
But I, too, was silent for seven years before beginning this story. Everything in the world has changed beyond recognition from how it was at the beginning.
Bury the hero’s bones. Facing the sky, I sing a verse, not about parting. I wake from a dream in tears, with no one to ask after me; all I have left are snow-covered mountains. Friends, speak not of who lives or dies. I take up my cup with an old acquaintance; between life and death, my heart feels like iron. I drink away my bitterness, then speak at leisure.
May the young know what it means to be broken. In the prime of life, I make no grand plans, only talk of love and moonlight. I laugh with you at the bow of a rain-soaked boat; who cares whether the lonely lamp flickers out? With drunken eyes, I watch: who stole the hook of the realm? Will this long ballad ever end? When the song is over, I have no desire to pay court to kings and lords. The wine is not gone, and I laugh at the so-called heroes.
Only the bright moon has taken it all in.
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To the first person who tagged this story as transmigrate: I hope your instant noodles never come with a seasoning packet again.
The prequel: Dream Broken in Jiangnan, a Hundred Years Later. The sequel: Years of Bloom, Wind Through the Bells.
If you’re interested in information about this strange alternate world, click here.
Theme: The tragic romance between a male lead and a bad woman that I dreamed up as a child!
Uh, does this count as digging a grave? However, now that I'm in a trap, let's make a report.
Woo hoo, Chengyue...
I've always wanted to ask, why did Cheng Yue say that Shao Yin didn't want to talk to her anymore? Too cruel.
It ended like this, so good. Only Su Chengyue was alone, and the sword dancing scene really tortured me. Shao Yin, Shao Yin, if you knew, would you be heartbroken?! I hope there can be a story dedicated to these two people.
Looking back, I still feel sorry for Su Chengyue and Shao Yin!
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Liz, it's better to delete the last few chapters completely. It is said that even if you lock them, the stolen articles will be scanned out! This group of xx earthly silver = =
I happily accepted this outcome = = As long as one party is burdened by the situation or power, all great friendships should end like this. If you are not the material of a powerful person to do the things of a powerful person, and there seems to be no heir to the interests of the group, why should Xiao Xiaotongzi come to this place? Stepmom, you really don't want to see him... By the way, Xiao Xiao harmed Xiao Shao, did he get any profits from the group? Or we can be more realistic and let him get no benefits even if he hurts his friends... According to his temperament, he decided to die in the end. If he was just forced by others/situation to have a sudden change of mind, I would be a little worried that he would not be able to hold it back = =
In my mind, I automatically searched and replaced the names of these people with Liuli Trap... Silently I read a very good article about the sun and the moon. It has a similar background. Living happily day by day is like waiting for death day by day. Sorry.
"He is not the next me, nor is he the second Ye Qing. I hope he can wash away our stigma and use his name to glorify our names. This is the purpose of teaching him swordsmanship." With this sentence, I feel at ease, and you can abuse it as you like Anyway, people have to die, and dying lonely or heroic is a relief. As long as this person is perfect...