Even the phoenix is no match for me; bamboo seeds and sweet springs are trivial things. Why not cast off my form and live in this murky world, where I can fly, sing, drink, and eat as I please?
I read it again and found that nineteen named people died, which was less than I thought. I was really prepared to die at any time, but I didn't feel that Sicao's handling of death was careless - but death was still hasty, because this is almost the only rule of the world. Regardless of whether the utopia of good beginnings, good endings, and proper deaths will not happen in the cold and windy rivers and lakes.
The criticized character motivations are actually the parts that moved me. Whether Sicao is really not good at writing character motivations (80% of the time) or she intentionally exploits her strengths and avoids her weaknesses, the result is the same for me. This weak, vague, and unknowable motive has become a kind of understanding of the blind man and the elephant, like the elephant in the room. The blind man is Xiao Jian, Xiao Ren, and me.
Xiao Jian, Xiao Jian, Jianghu teaches you to spare no effort, use everything, and use all the means to hate as well as filial piety. In the end, you realize that you are no more than a little toy of a big shot. The person you drank with, took a boat, and listened to the rain. You know he is that kind of person, and he uses a murderous sword, but he is good to you. You cry for him, but you can only cry for one second. In the next second, the survival instinct makes the loudest cry, but in the face of the huge and unpredictable violence, you can only give up - "Lang Du Qingyue's cry soars into the sky, piercing the night sky after the rain, trying in vain to find a responding star."
As for Xiao Ren, they are both dull young swordsmen. He is even more unlucky than Xiao Shitou. Although both of them are travelers who only have swords and cannot know how to use swords, so they have to search up and down. However, the relationship between Xiao Shitou and the sect only needs one defection to complete, but what Ren Jian is still staring at is his father's back (Little Shitou, you are really lucky). There is no guide, no reference, no sign to tell him the progress, and no exit on this road. Sometimes he couldn't even tell whether he was moving forward or backward. He thought that this was the price he should pay, and he could not turn to the outside world for help. He could only break through by working a hundred times a thousand times. After half a lifetime of hard work, the freedom seems to be gained, but even I understand that this is just another form of escape. To escape, you will always face the cruel fate of reality. When Mo Di asked Jane in front of his grave, "If I stand in his way one day, will he kill me too?" He didn't get an answer in the end.
There is a bit of cold humor here that I particularly like. Jian Fengjue's own lamentation about why she had to endure all the hard work of revenge was purely a fascination. It was like a sentence full of subjectivity and extremely powerless self-mockery that escaped from the dragnet of the story. People like me who often lamented "How come my life has been turned into a mess" can't help but nod with him from a distance, and share the same fate with his children.
It's just that this world shouldn't let children suffer, my little Jian Xiaoren, ouch! Sicao has never minded facing or even capturing cruelty, but Phoenix Sword is the first time such huge, straightforward, and unstoppable violence has appeared in her story. Two little dolls who were supposed to be in the New Year picture just stood together. To say that a mantis can act like a car is already a well-intentioned exaggeration. As a genre of novels that revere violence and are at the center of violence, the world view constructed by martial arts makes it easier to materialize the subtle, pervasive, heartbreaking, and exhausting man-made fatal pain. Unfortunately, most texts do not have the awareness or intention to carry out this mission. Regardless of whether it is successful or not, at least Phoenix Sword has it.
For this reason, I like the first volume much more than the second volume. The second volume is more like a return to the traditional martial arts/adventure story writing, and even the common martial arts competitions of helping the poor, doing justice and hunting for novels (see Xiong Yaohua) are all present. But there are still a few things in the second volume that stood out to me. One is the existence of the Golden Temple itself. If placed elsewhere, most of the witches would either be removed or collected by the heroes, or together with the towering big iron cage, they would become a spectacle from the perspective of men (justice). But here Kinkaku could still speak - "Same thing." Kinkaku repeated these words slowly. The sneer in her eyes had turned to anger. "When have I ever done the same thing as them? They can move forward and retreat, move horizontally, and kill people. They can go wherever they want and see whoever they want. You don't think I can do the same thing as you just because I like to watch a few grassroots fights?" - Although the ending is still a dull sound that is no different from a stone falling into water.
Another point is the handling of Ren Quliu. Although it can still be classified as a flaw of "unclear character motivations", no matter how clear the motivation is, it makes no difference whether Ren stays or leaves. Whether he is seeking fame, fortune, or being the best in the world, the ending of him cursing the sword and being cursed by the sword will not change in any way. The passage about Ren Quelliu's death reminded me of Shen Ye, but Shen Ye's death was a long-cherished wish come true, while Ren Quelliu's death was just death. At the end, he pays his debt with his life at the moment of closing, like an insect being beaten to death by an awakening tree, there is a kind of impermanence in it. Zhou Guichou went down the mountain to keep her last old friend, but unfortunately or fortunately, she couldn't keep him. Ren Quliu and Fu Wanhe are so similar in cruelty, so similar in sadness. Cursing the sword and being cursed by the sword is their common fate. Unfortunately, they can't get closer to each other whether they are fighting side by side or facing each other with swords. But before Ren Quliu died, he couldn't help but think of the fear he had inflicted on him. Retribution made him not feel lonely before he died - such a pair of special-flavored homosexual hatred, I secretly took a sip.
Regardless of the above, the emotional lines between Xiao Jian and Xiao Ren are also well written. After reading about Jian Fengqi's mental activities after giving up his life in front of Ren Quliu, he saw Ren Jianhuan, who ran straight into his embarrassment and trough for the third time - "It was Ren Jianhuan's back." A very strange idea came to Jian Fengqi's mind. He was walking quite slowly. Maybe he got lost in the middle, or encountered some common troubles among travelers. After all, he might be the first This is the first time I have gone out so far alone. Maybe he did this on purpose, waiting for this critical moment to appear. It was too early or too late, so that he could not witness Jian Fengxie's desperation for the third time, as if one of his joys in life was to make Jian Fengxie feel ashamed." - This is the moment when you understand that I understand that love happens.
At the end, the dragonflies are drowning in sweetness and feel uneasy. They may not be any luckier than their predecessors.
The world is cold, so take care of yourself.
Ps. When I saw people mentioning the imitation of butter cakes, it reminded me that when I read it, I did think of butter cakes in some parts that made me smile, but I felt that it was beyond butter cakes. I have read three or four books in the Laughing Jianghu series. It is a bit like the jokes picked out from the Internet Joke Collection, no matter whether they are funny or not, there is an eagerness to force people to laugh. For me, it is not as rare as Ren Jian's sigh. He took Jian Fengxie's weak right hand, put it to his lips and touched it lightly. Jian Fengxi murmured: "It's a pity, this hand doesn't look like mine now, it doesn't feel at all." Ren Jian immediately pinched his forearm. Jian Fengxi yelled: "Yes, yes, stop." Such a loose and unremarkable piece of cold humor made me find it even more interesting.
And I do agree that there is no need to be so obsessed with imitating the past. The longer the number of words in this book becomes, the more clumsy and deliberate it becomes.
Madam, madam, madam, I like my wife's "Phoenix Sword" and "Ti Dao Ming", especially "Phoenix Sword". I can't learn the writing style in my life. It's so clever. My wife's writing is so good. If she doesn't update it anymore, she will definitely be doing text-related work or writing content. This kind of writing style is simply overkill in online writing.
Such a sweet feeling, yet as light as a bird flying across the water
Damn it, I really like your writing.
A few years ago, I came across Luo Wanying's Tianchang series. I liked it very much at the time and always regarded it as a "niche but good-looking treasure." Later, I was surprised to find that you had been writing, so I kept following it. I'm sorry that I'm not a reader who likes to follow updates and I can't give you real-time interaction, but I have read all your finished articles and read them one by one, and I found that your writing is getting better and better. I read a few more chapters of your article today, and I suddenly felt the urge to tell you. I like your articles very much, and I admire you for being able to write such good articles. Your ranking in my heart has been rising all the way, and now you have entered the ranks of my first favorite authors.
There are a lot of things in your writing that I think I can (and hope to) learn from. Of course, I am more impressed by your literary accumulation and the aura in your words - I think a large part of this is a gift from God, as well as the conscious or even unconscious polishing of individuals in their growth. The combination creates a brilliant gem that is difficult for others to imitate.
The talent and aura in your writing is amazing. Your delicate control over the emotions of the characters, your smooth rendering of the environment and atmosphere... The scenery seems to be completely integrated with the emotions in your writing, and just a few strokes have a finishing touch. The emotions of the characters are delicate, subtle, subtle and playful, which makes people so heart-warming. In this aspect, I dare say that even among those famous martial arts writers, only a handful can surpass you. I think your article deserves more readers.
I love the coldness and mist in your writing. It's like riding a small boat in the fog. There may be a ball of fire in my heart, but it is wrapped up by the wet and stuffy fog into a small, almost invisible dot, so that from the outside, it just looks like it is used to drifting with the current.
Countless times while reading, I marveled at why such wonderful sentences flowed out of your writing, which impressed me from the bottom of my heart.
If I could, I really want to ask you, have you read a lot of books? Have you read a lot of poems and songs? What are your favorite books? What are your reading preferences? I really want to know how such writing was developed.
Ren Jianhuan: I am the only one who is easy to deceive.
Seeing this, I can't help but think about it. This may be a play played by Gong Yezhi and Jian Fengju from beginning to end, just to lurk around Fu Wanhe. The purpose is to find an opportunity to take revenge and get rid of Fu Wanhe. And the Ren family and his son may also be involved in this plan (?)
As I watched, I burst into tears involuntarily.
Not because of the plot. The plot is a bit cute, a bit absurd, and a bit overwhelming for me, but not enough to make me get involved with the protagonist and cry for him.
It's not because of true love. The strange and pitiful sincerity buried under the layers of masks really makes me feel sad.
But neither.
I felt inexplicably that my loneliness was not the only one. If I felt a little depressed or a little wronged, I could not control my tears.
Such an inexplicable story, such a vague sincerity, so similar to the story I want to say, and the love I dare to write. I'm a little happy, I feel like I've met a soulmate. But what kind of stories are those fantasies that I dare not indulge even if I am too sad to control them, and how can they be worthy of any kind of confidant?
But when I was particularly lonely, I saw the familiar senior brother, the familiar sword, the familiar blood and death, the familiar escape alone... I felt a little bit want to laugh, but also a little bit want to cry.
Hope it doesn't scare you too much. Special thanks to this article which can soothe my loneliness a little bit. I hope that people who cannot escape loneliness can live a happy life, whether inside or outside the text.
This chapter is amazing. My favorite in the book.
. . . . . So despicable, really. . . . If there is no reversal later, I will scold Jian Fengxi to death.
I read it again and found that nineteen named people died, which was less than I thought. I was really prepared to die at any time, but I didn't feel that Sicao's handling of death was careless - but death was still hasty, because this is almost the only rule of the world. Regardless of whether the utopia of good beginnings, good endings, and proper deaths will not happen in the cold and windy rivers and lakes. The criticized character motivations are actually the parts that moved me. Whether Sicao is really not good at writing character motivations (80% of the time) or she intentionally exploits her strengths and avoids her weaknesses, the result is the same for me. This weak, vague, and unknowable motive has become a kind of understanding of the blind man and the elephant, like the elephant in the room. The blind man is Xiao Jian, Xiao Ren, and me. Xiao Jian, Xiao Jian, Jianghu teaches you to spare no effort, use everything, and use all the means to hate as well as filial piety. In the end, you realize that you are no more than a little toy of a big shot. The person you drank with, took a boat, and listened to the rain. You know he is that kind of person, and he uses a murderous sword, but he is good to you. You cry for him, but you can only cry for one second. In the next second, the survival instinct makes the loudest cry, but in the face of the huge and unpredictable violence, you can only give up - "Lang Du Qingyue's cry soars into the sky, piercing the night sky after the rain, trying in vain to find a responding star." As for Xiao Ren, they are both dull young swordsmen. He is even more unlucky than Xiao Shitou. Although both of them are travelers who only have swords and cannot know how to use swords, so they have to search up and down. However, the relationship between Xiao Shitou and the sect only needs one defection to complete, but what Ren Jian is still staring at is his father's back (Little Shitou, you are really lucky). There is no guide, no reference, no sign to tell him the progress, and no exit on this road. Sometimes he couldn't even tell whether he was moving forward or backward. He thought that this was the price he should pay, and he could not turn to the outside world for help. He could only break through by working a hundred times a thousand times. After half a lifetime of hard work, the freedom seems to be gained, but even I understand that this is just another form of escape. To escape, you will always face the cruel fate of reality. When Mo Di asked Jane in front of his grave, "If I stand in his way one day, will he kill me too?" He didn't get an answer in the end. There is a bit of cold humor here that I particularly like. Jian Fengjue's own lamentation about why she had to endure all the hard work of revenge was purely a fascination. It was like a sentence full of subjectivity and extremely powerless self-mockery that escaped from the dragnet of the story. People like me who often lamented "How come my life has been turned into a mess" can't help but nod with him from a distance, and share the same fate with his children. It's just that this world shouldn't let children suffer, my little Jian Xiaoren, ouch! Sicao has never minded facing or even capturing cruelty, but Phoenix Sword is the first time such huge, straightforward, and unstoppable violence has appeared in her story. Two little dolls who were supposed to be in the New Year picture just stood together. To say that a mantis can act like a car is already a well-intentioned exaggeration. As a genre of novels that revere violence and are at the center of violence, the world view constructed by martial arts makes it easier to materialize the subtle, pervasive, heartbreaking, and exhausting man-made fatal pain. Unfortunately, most texts do not have the awareness or intention to carry out this mission. Regardless of whether it is successful or not, at least Phoenix Sword has it. For this reason, I like the first volume much more than the second volume. The second volume is more like a return to the traditional martial arts/adventure story writing, and even the common martial arts competitions of helping the poor, doing justice and hunting for novels (see Xiong Yaohua) are all present. But there are still a few things in the second volume that stood out to me. One is the existence of the Golden Temple itself. If placed elsewhere, most of the witches would either be removed or collected by the heroes, or together with the towering big iron cage, they would become a spectacle from the perspective of men (justice). But here Kinkaku could still speak - "Same thing." Kinkaku repeated these words slowly. The sneer in her eyes had turned to anger. "When have I ever done the same thing as them? They can move forward and retreat, move horizontally, and kill people. They can go wherever they want and see whoever they want. You don't think I can do the same thing as you just because I like to watch a few grassroots fights?" - Although the ending is still a dull sound that is no different from a stone falling into water. Another point is the handling of Ren Quliu. Although it can still be classified as a flaw of "unclear character motivations", no matter how clear the motivation is, it makes no difference whether Ren stays or leaves. Whether he is seeking fame, fortune, or being the best in the world, the ending of him cursing the sword and being cursed by the sword will not change in any way. The passage about Ren Quelliu's death reminded me of Shen Ye, but Shen Ye's death was a long-cherished wish come true, while Ren Quelliu's death was just death. At the end, he pays his debt with his life at the moment of closing, like an insect being beaten to death by an awakening tree, there is a kind of impermanence in it. Zhou Guichou went down the mountain to keep her last old friend, but unfortunately or fortunately, she couldn't keep him. Ren Quliu and Fu Wanhe are so similar in cruelty, so similar in sadness. Cursing the sword and being cursed by the sword is their common fate. Unfortunately, they can't get closer to each other whether they are fighting side by side or facing each other with swords. But before Ren Quliu died, he couldn't help but think of the fear he had inflicted on him. Retribution made him not feel lonely before he died - such a pair of special-flavored homosexual hatred, I secretly took a sip. Regardless of the above, the emotional lines between Xiao Jian and Xiao Ren are also well written. After reading about Jian Fengqi's mental activities after giving up his life in front of Ren Quliu, he saw Ren Jianhuan, who ran straight into his embarrassment and trough for the third time - "It was Ren Jianhuan's back." A very strange idea came to Jian Fengqi's mind. He was walking quite slowly. Maybe he got lost in the middle, or encountered some common troubles among travelers. After all, he might be the first This is the first time I have gone out so far alone. Maybe he did this on purpose, waiting for this critical moment to appear. It was too early or too late, so that he could not witness Jian Fengxie's desperation for the third time, as if one of his joys in life was to make Jian Fengxie feel ashamed." - This is the moment when you understand that I understand that love happens. At the end, the dragonflies are drowning in sweetness and feel uneasy. They may not be any luckier than their predecessors. The world is cold, so take care of yourself. Ps. When I saw people mentioning the imitation of butter cakes, it reminded me that when I read it, I did think of butter cakes in some parts that made me smile, but I felt that it was beyond butter cakes. I have read three or four books in the Laughing Jianghu series. It is a bit like the jokes picked out from the Internet Joke Collection, no matter whether they are funny or not, there is an eagerness to force people to laugh. For me, it is not as rare as Ren Jian's sigh. He took Jian Fengxie's weak right hand, put it to his lips and touched it lightly. Jian Fengxi murmured: "It's a pity, this hand doesn't look like mine now, it doesn't feel at all." Ren Jian immediately pinched his forearm. Jian Fengxi yelled: "Yes, yes, stop." Such a loose and unremarkable piece of cold humor made me find it even more interesting. And I do agree that there is no need to be so obsessed with imitating the past. The longer the number of words in this book becomes, the more clumsy and deliberate it becomes.
Madam, madam, madam, I like my wife's "Phoenix Sword" and "Ti Dao Ming", especially "Phoenix Sword". I can't learn the writing style in my life. It's so clever. My wife's writing is so good. If she doesn't update it anymore, she will definitely be doing text-related work or writing content. This kind of writing style is simply overkill in online writing.
Such a sweet feeling, yet as light as a bird flying across the water
Damn it, I really like your writing. A few years ago, I came across Luo Wanying's Tianchang series. I liked it very much at the time and always regarded it as a "niche but good-looking treasure." Later, I was surprised to find that you had been writing, so I kept following it. I'm sorry that I'm not a reader who likes to follow updates and I can't give you real-time interaction, but I have read all your finished articles and read them one by one, and I found that your writing is getting better and better. I read a few more chapters of your article today, and I suddenly felt the urge to tell you. I like your articles very much, and I admire you for being able to write such good articles. Your ranking in my heart has been rising all the way, and now you have entered the ranks of my first favorite authors. There are a lot of things in your writing that I think I can (and hope to) learn from. Of course, I am more impressed by your literary accumulation and the aura in your words - I think a large part of this is a gift from God, as well as the conscious or even unconscious polishing of individuals in their growth. The combination creates a brilliant gem that is difficult for others to imitate. The talent and aura in your writing is amazing. Your delicate control over the emotions of the characters, your smooth rendering of the environment and atmosphere... The scenery seems to be completely integrated with the emotions in your writing, and just a few strokes have a finishing touch. The emotions of the characters are delicate, subtle, subtle and playful, which makes people so heart-warming. In this aspect, I dare say that even among those famous martial arts writers, only a handful can surpass you. I think your article deserves more readers. I love the coldness and mist in your writing. It's like riding a small boat in the fog. There may be a ball of fire in my heart, but it is wrapped up by the wet and stuffy fog into a small, almost invisible dot, so that from the outside, it just looks like it is used to drifting with the current. Countless times while reading, I marveled at why such wonderful sentences flowed out of your writing, which impressed me from the bottom of my heart. If I could, I really want to ask you, have you read a lot of books? Have you read a lot of poems and songs? What are your favorite books? What are your reading preferences? I really want to know how such writing was developed.
Ren Jianhuan: I am the only one who is easy to deceive.
Seeing this, I can't help but think about it. This may be a play played by Gong Yezhi and Jian Fengju from beginning to end, just to lurk around Fu Wanhe. The purpose is to find an opportunity to take revenge and get rid of Fu Wanhe. And the Ren family and his son may also be involved in this plan (?)
As I watched, I burst into tears involuntarily. Not because of the plot. The plot is a bit cute, a bit absurd, and a bit overwhelming for me, but not enough to make me get involved with the protagonist and cry for him. It's not because of true love. The strange and pitiful sincerity buried under the layers of masks really makes me feel sad. But neither. I felt inexplicably that my loneliness was not the only one. If I felt a little depressed or a little wronged, I could not control my tears. Such an inexplicable story, such a vague sincerity, so similar to the story I want to say, and the love I dare to write. I'm a little happy, I feel like I've met a soulmate. But what kind of stories are those fantasies that I dare not indulge even if I am too sad to control them, and how can they be worthy of any kind of confidant? But when I was particularly lonely, I saw the familiar senior brother, the familiar sword, the familiar blood and death, the familiar escape alone... I felt a little bit want to laugh, but also a little bit want to cry. Hope it doesn't scare you too much. Special thanks to this article which can soothe my loneliness a little bit. I hope that people who cannot escape loneliness can live a happy life, whether inside or outside the text.
This chapter is amazing. My favorite in the book.
. . . . . So despicable, really. . . . If there is no reversal later, I will scold Jian Fengxi to death.
So charming... So touching.