When the peerless swordmaster who had shaken the martial world vanished without a trace, his life and death unknown, a shopkeeper named Shen arrived in a small Jiangnan town.
He had a sword-forging workshop and an apprentice.
They say the workshop holds thousands of swords, and thousands of stories.
A poor scholar who forged his love into a sword, the third young master of the Long family, who punished evil and upheld justice, and a one-legged girl who cut down a thousand troops with her sword... This martial world was full of grudges and feuds, love and hate.
Shopkeeper Shen loved hearing stories like these.
Many years later, when Shopkeeper Shen was old and frail, his apprentice held him in his arms on the bed and read aloud from The Chronicles of the Sword-Forging World, recounting every legend to him, word by word.
One story told of a passionate romance between the world's greatest swordsman and his master.
His apprentice, Jiang Renbai, never tired of telling it.
Quiet, taciturn apprentice gong x master shou who loves a lively crowd
[Next novel: A Letter to Tan Qingshu. Blurb below. If you're interested, check out my profile.]
Tan Qingshu has been gone for many years.
But I still often think back to when we first got together.
On a sweltering summer day, in the little Pingxiu auto repair shop. His palm was covered in grease from holding a wrench. I wanted to hold his hand, but he wouldn't let me, afraid I'd get dirty.
I said, "Tan Qingshu, I want it now."
He still wouldn't give it to me. He just bent down and kissed my forehead.
That night, he lingered over my heart and laughed softly. "I'll give it to you now."
It was a humid, tender night.
We fell deeply in love in a rented house in a small town, and then we parted. This is the eighteenth year since Tan Qingshu died, and I'm about to go find him.
Before that, I want to write him a letter.
Content warning: This author doesn't provide content warnings. If anything catches you off guard, you can bring your ID to the village entrance and collect a basket of free-range eggs. Stay safe.
Theme: Everyone is the protagonist of their own story. Always love life.
I've finished reading it... Every word is heart-wrenching. It's the kind of feeling where you're so nervous, but you're not close to being able to let it out. It's a little bit sad… but it's beautiful! PS: I have been looking for the content of First Blade, and there is one I like better... Maybe because of the setting, and the "not accepting orders", which inexplicably struck a chord with me.
Finished spreading flowers!! Very nice! Come on, the story of the Shenwu generation has been suspended, but the story of the new generation is still unfolding. I wish them good luck!
There are people who collect scraps and collect antiques. Now there is the story of Shen Qizhao
Good looking!! But the pit is so shallow quq
I'm confused. Who did the first stab?
Watching the building collapse
I feel like the ending of the master-disciple pairing was a bit hasty.
Very unique writing style, freehand feeling
When Donkey Kong appears in Chapter 16, is the adopted son's biological mother a Taoist nun from Ciyunguan?
Finished spreading flowers!!!!