A Demon Sect Leader Who Has Lost His Memory (Also Known as "Ten Years and a Half of Spring in the Jianghu")

Book title The original title of this article is "Ten Years and a Half of Spring in Jianghu" (see cover). Gay friends said that no one would read such a name, so it must be clear at a glance! Therefore, it was changed to: "A Demon Cult Leader with Amnesia". [Warning] This article is about Danmei Wuxia! Attack each other! The process is a bit cruel, but the ending is HE! [Number of words] 200,000 (8,000 updated daily) [CP] Dugu Chunsheng The two powers attack each other, everything is interesting, as long as they are happy. Introduction When I opened my eyes after ten years of seclusion, I actually lost my memory! (On the surface, he wears a martial arts coat with a slightly literary flavor, but in fact it is a love story.) [Text paragraph preview] I took out the nine-dragon flute and played a piece of music at random. My long, white, well-jointed fingers pressed on the flute hole of the dragon bone, making it difficult to distinguish between immortals and ghosts. The full moon hangs in the sky, a cold jade. The sound of Shu Kuang's flute passed through the forest tops and flew up to the moon. Lost memories are like dusty bronze mirrors that are suddenly polished at a certain moment. "What tune?" ""The Song of the Blue Bird"." "It sounds good, but it's a bit lonely." "Dugu music accompanies lonely people." "When I'm here, you won't be alone." The sound of the flute in reality and the sound of the piano in memory are intertwined, and it is impossible to tell who is lonelier than the other. The two gradually merge and reach a tacit understanding of repeated singing, like the two wings of a bird, soaring freely from the forest to the clouds. The memory gradually blurred, and then the thread was disconnected, and the sound of the piano gradually faded, and finally dissolved into the boundless night, leaving only the sound of my flute echoing alone under the moon. There was a sudden pain in my heart, as if I had found the only suitable soul in the world, and then lost it in the long river of time. Compared with the loneliness of never having it, the pain of finding and losing it will make the rest of my life longer. The distant sound of the piano has flowed from the past to the present. After ten years of coldness and silence, only sporadic untuned rhythms are left. Like the rhythm of the heart, it settles in the breath. It seems that it will be remembered unforgettable every second, or it will only sneak into the cold cave silently when the dream comes - Let you open your eyes alone in countless dark nights. ———————— I started writing this article on May 4, 2019, and only wrote more than 20,000 words. "Warcraft" launched the classic server... In the middle, I became frustrated with playing with things and almost gave up (eating, drinking and having fun is much more fun than coding). In 2024, I accidentally saw someone commenting on the old article "Asking for the heart but not the way". I was encouraged by the readers, and my raging martial arts soul was ignited. I felt that it was a pity not to finish it. It is estimated to be 200,000 words, and I am currently writing 70,000 words. It is estimated that it will be completed in 2025. I will publish it when it is completed. Compared with the concise style of the previous Danmei martial arts article "Jianghu Asking Hearts, Not Asking for Directions", this article attempts to be detailed and complicated. Old readers who like the original style may find this article more tiring to read than the previous one. I was also very tired from writing, so it took a long time to write. (Yes, it's not me who played World of Warcraft, Diablo, The Sims, accidentally fell into RPS and was deeply hurt) Purpose: True love comes first