Many years ago, we were full of ambition and high-spirited, and we were proud of being able to dominate the world. Many years later, we unknowingly become mellow and pleasant, and we no longer have the sharp edge or the fierce ambition.
Jianghu... Martial arts... For many people, it is not only a heroic dream, but also a spirit. The spirit of Ren Xia has existed since ancient times, starting from the Warring States Period, rising to the Sui and Tang Dynasties, spreading in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and spreading in recent times, but it has stopped today. Some people lament that readers' tastes have changed, and some lament that story writing has changed. In fact, what has changed is the times.
This story was also an idea I had when I was a young kid, but I never had the courage to put it on paper and turn it into a story. I am very fortunate to have met someone very important to me in my thirties, which gave me the courage to persevere and try to realize my dreams.
Perhaps compared to the popular martial arts dream, this story is simple, bleak, and boring. It does not have a heroic and handsome protagonist; it does not have the so-called passion and inspiration of being a weakling to the extreme, and then fighting monsters all the way to the top of his life; nor does it have a dashing swordsman with white hair and a long sword, and a cool story about mowing grass with a cold face.
This is just a plain martial arts story, but it is a story in which you and I can participate...
Finally, thank you for your patience in reading the creative talk that I don't even know why I insist on writing. Thank you again! And, let us together say thank you to those who gave me the courage to tell you stories!
Intention: Can I omit it... I really don't want to spoil it?