Yu Xi traveled through the world of immortality.
System: You need to defeat two villains and make them crazy about you and hit the wall for you. In order to show sincerity, this system specially gives you two memory fragments. You can weave the plot at will. It is recommended to weave the fragments of falling in love with them, which will be beneficial to your strategy.
Yu Xi created a great mother on the spot who worked hard to give birth to a villain, and then was hunted down and died in order to let the villain live.
System:! ! ! What are you doing!
The strategy was too tiring, so I chose to be the villain's mother.
Strategy object one:
In the early stage, he was forbearing, but in the later stage, he turned into the evil villain of the Immortal Sect, Yin Zhixianjun.
Yu Xi first used her big move to implant the dream, and then sent her warm warmth. Little did she know that she was encountering a villain and being bullied by cannon fodder.
Cannon fodder: "What, do you want to stand up for him?"
Yu Xi trembled: "Let's agree first, if you beat my son, you can't beat me~"
Cannon fodder:......
System:…
Villain Immortal Lord: ... You are really my good mother!
Strategy object two:
He is wild and evil, and he will definitely retaliate against you, but he is a demon who keeps filial piety.
Yu Xi lay on the imperial concubine's chair and ate grapes: "Demon Lord, please kneel down. Mother, please do me a favor."
The Demon Lord gritted his teeth and knelt down: "Mom, I also want to ask you something. Please go out and show your face. Your eldest son and his father are calling!"
Later, Yu Xi found out that her two cheap sons actually had the same father!
Just when Yu Xi thought the car was about to overturn, she discovered that her broken car drove steadily from beginning to end.
Next book
The koi cub just wants to jump over the dragon gate (through the book)
Li Bao is a young koi carp living in modern society. Due to a system error, he was captured and imprisoned.
The one she wears is the darkened female counterpart in the novel about love and hatred among male protagonists without cp.
The original protagonist is the junior sister of the male protagonist. She was rejected because of her repeated expressions of love. In the end, because of love and hatred, she colluded with the demonic monks to counterattack the immortal sect. In the end, the conspiracy was exposed, and she ended up being stabbed through the heart by her beloved.
Although Li Bao doesn't have to follow the plot of the original book, but——
The system looked at the three-headed "blackened female supporting character" who was shaking the rattle and spitting bubbles happily, and was speechless for a while.
For such a big cub, even if it doesn't become a black female partner and doesn't follow the old path of the original owner, it's hard to save its life.
You know, the bleak experience in childhood was also a major factor in why the original owner became what he was in the end.
When the system intends to help the little cub survive first——
The little cub, who was forgotten by his cruel parents in a place with biting cold winds, successfully found a warm cave, where he also discovered a rare red crystal flame stone in the world of immortality.
When he was once again sacrificed to an evil cultivator by his cruel parents in exchange for elixirs, the evil cultivator bumped into a disciple of the Immortal Sect who was going down the mountain for training. He was so frightened that he dropped the little cub and ran away. Not only was the little cub unscathed, it was also kissed and hugged by the disciples of the Immortal Sect and held high.
When the reborn male protagonist is thrown into the demon world to fend for himself——
The system was so anxious that it almost turned into garbled characters, but the little cub took the initiative to run to the evil dragon villain and asked angrily: "Mr. Dalonglong, can I jump through your door?"
As he spoke, he took out his favorite cloth tiger, stood on tiptoe, and tried his best to lift the cloth tiger up high and hand it to him: "The carp treasure gives the big dragon and the dragon a bright sparkle~"
The evil dragon villain was "dazzled" by the small pearl on the nose of the cloth tiger:...
System:…
The system was frightened and screamed: "What are you doing, my dear! He is a cruel villain and will kill you, so run away!"
But Li Bao shook his little head and said very firmly: "No, Li Bao is where Da Longlong is. Li Bao will jump over the door of Da Longlong's house, and Li Bao will also become Da Longlong!"
The system choked.
At this time, it remembered that the little cub turned out to be a koi carp, and it also belonged to carp. Isn't the carp's goal to jump over the dragon gate?
Isn't that what it's like to see a dragon?
However, how does it explain to the little cub that the Dragon Gate is not this Dragon Gate, and this villain is not an ordinary villain, he is a master who can compete with the male protagonist, and he is also very cruel. He will definitely be slapped to death——
The ferocious evil dragon villain accepted Li Bao's cloth tiger, took her to his cave, and let her jump through his cave door.
System:…
Later, the ferocious villain was no longer ferocious because he had a little dumpling in his arms.
Later, the male protagonist, who had inner demons because of throwing the carp treasure into the demon world, also entered the demon world and became the leader of the immortal sect who was "jealous" with the villain.
System: ... I feel so numb! My dear boy is worthy of being a koi carp, that's awesome!
#We who are carps are born to jump over the dragon gate#
# is not a little licking dog, is a little licking fish#
Intention: Even if you are in jail, you must not forget your original intention, face the difficulties, and save yourself and others.
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"Instead, I set my sights on more distant sentient beings" - Reader, Gu He
Dear friends, it's been a long time. It has been nearly two years since the first part of "Fantasy Spring" was completed. A lot has happened in these two years. Yesterday, I got my college results. Today is June 5, 2026, the day when my university student card expires. If nothing unexpected happens, I will attend the graduation ceremony at the end of July.
I completed my student status.
June 29th is the day when my London house will be rented out. After this, I will have nowhere to stay in London. June 29, 2024, was the day my grandmother passed away. But I can barely remember it. In my mind, regarding life and death, I always have this thought: If I die one day, I hope that I will not be remembered. Because remembering a dead person makes loving him or her painful. Those who hate it probably don't remember it and don't care. So if you don't want the pain of loving it, maybe forgetting it isn't a bad thing.
Sometimes I wonder if I can't remember many things. Is it because of my poor memory or the deepest wishes my grandmother gave me after she passed away?
The first part of "Fantasy" stops at the eleven days before my grandmother's death. I was in my hometown of Zhaoqing at that time, and it was a memory of continuous rain and endless green. Grandma is ill, with bitter phlegm and medicinal gas. In the chaotic bedroom, people are with each other, and diseases follow each other. I swung past those crumbling lives.
I've forgotten a lot. If I hadn't been writing the introduction, perhaps I would have almost forgotten the anniversary of my death. I have a good memory, so she told me before she left that it was rare for me to be confused.
So I was confused and blindly rushed towards a glimmer of clarity. I was enjoying myself so much that it seemed like I had never lost anything. I fill every insight I have with a vast array of people and things. Academic pressure, social fatigue. I am tireless and I enjoy it.
I am like a tireless machine, but I have not thought about my works for a long time.
At first, I thought it was because my classwork was too heavy. Since the completion of the first part, the second part has been discontinuous. The written works are not a system of articles. Like a dream, scattered and tiny. It's like an opening scene, but it's hard to get to the point. But I guess my instincts are still sharp. Because I didn't really understand it until today. I haven't fully realized the main theme of the second part.
Because I haven't really thought seriously about the meaning of living.
I am good at imitating suffering, but I am not good at finding enough suitable reasons to write about the courage to live. As a result, the work was stagnant, and the characters seemed to have their souls sucked out, unable to survive.
I leave many complex problems in my works, just like I face in my life. Why do people want to live? For me, the works are real, and I work with and reminisce deep in my soul. This is something that no deep relationship can ever replace. Because no matter how we interact with anyone, the essence is the intersection between one person and another. No matter how hard we try, we can never truly fill the deepest loneliness and indifference in our hearts. Because people have their own paths, and they have to walk on their own.
Here, for me, the work seems to have become the deepest connection between me and the deepest and loneliest path in my heart.
Works cannot deceive people. When the author asks his heart, the work also asks his heart. Compared with any extravagant choice of words and sentences, if a work loses its core, no matter how gorgeous its appearance is, it will only be a greater emptiness. So I stopped, and stopped for a long, long time.
I paused for a long time, until one day, I met a person who said the true meaning: But Cici. I gradually realized that I have to live according to my own judgment and logic, even if I am stupid, even if I always make mistakes, then I will suffer.
In fact, there is no right or wrong in anything under the sun, and there is no absolute meaning. And good or bad is only based on relationships, positions, and individuals. When he is my close friend, I will not be able to watch his frustration without being indifferent. So this sentence sounds like my friend is willing to surrender. It is a bad intention to be discouraged.
And when it returns to only me, this individual, this independent Mo Xiao Chuxin, Cici is Cici, Cici is this person's close friend, it is impossible to watch her jump into the fire pit without stopping her. But Mo Xiaochuxin was not.
Mo Xiao Chu Xin is just Mo Xiao Chu Xin.
So when Mo Xiaochuxin read this passage again, he felt that it was indeed correct.
People always have their own path, everyone has it, just as the old monk said: The ancient Taoist master.
A long time ago, under the words of the chapter [Ancient Monk], I left a paragraph of my interpretation and thoughts about the "Ancient Taoist Master".
I once said:
I actually especially like the artistic conception of "Ancient Taoist Master". People's various journeys in the past are like traveling on ancient roads. Gains and losses come over and over again, which is ordinary. Many things that are noisy at the moment, if you look back on them in the future, you will be surprised that they happened a long time ago.
When the monk talked about the "ancient Taoist priest" to the eldest lady, I can always think of an image. Everyone comes in his own way. For people, this kind of road is not a kind of "ancient road". And when the monk said these words, it seemed like two travelers were cherishing each other. An almost equal position. I have never dared to judge your suffering, but I understand your difficulty. Because in those moments, I was the same as you.
It is difficult for one person to truly bear the cause and effect of another person, so there is no need to mention whether he is saved or not. So I often think that most of the time, people have to go on their own. Because of this, I feel that all the words I have to say to others and myself, and looking at the past, only say one sentence in the end: The ancient Taoist Master.
Therefore, the eldest lady will walk on a path without attachment, worry, worry, and fear.
I think if there is no intersection between people, then you are you and I am me. Wherever you go, I go, we will never meet, and there will be no intersection. As for why people want to participate in the cause and effect of others at some times, perhaps it is because the intersection gives rise to care, so they want to protect them from suffering.
I often think of a saying that I can't bear to see his death if he hears about it. Through the intersection, people gain insight into a person's suffering and develop empathy. So I saw and heard some sounds that I shouldn't have seen or heard. "I" heard of his life, so he couldn't bear to see his death. This gave rise to "superfluous" pity. This is where you "participate" in the cause and effect of others. Is this a kind of "Guanyin"?
Most of the time in this world, people always learn to be indifferent. Human beings are not like plants and trees, they can be hurt and hurt, so they endure hardships, suffer pain, learn to avoid it, and learn to leave it behind.
I sometimes wonder if we pursue a kind of dramatic love and hate in literary and artistic works because of the unnecessary and unnecessary care that one person has because of another person.
Why is that kind of caring so fascinating? Because the essence of life is to move towards a kind of isolation.
No matter how connected we are in this life, we will be alone when we die.
Now that I want to start creating again, I must face this isolation.
People want to travel together and are willing to reproduce and combine in order to resist such isolation. Feel the closeness in the vastness of desire. Love, material desires, and desires are endless, driving people to live like this. People enjoy control or being controlled in their desires. It seems that in some moments, they can resist impermanence.
Or maybe they have a desire to talk, communicate with each other about their moods, and fight against loneliness in the midst of uncertainty.
It is also possible to sink into a world without caring about worldly affairs.
Humans have their vulnerabilities to AI. Loves to eat, loves to sleep, and is afraid of fatigue. Afraid of hardship, afraid of difficulty, afraid of loneliness. It is precisely because of its fragility that greatness is born, such as love and compassion. For example, the insight is that all living beings suffer.
And loneliness, for the author, is the most tragic nutrient in the work.
In the world, among love and desire, people live and die alone, go and come alone. It is precisely because of his isolation that the spiritual territory can be found within.
When people are alone in the world, they have the energy to think about: who am I, where do I come from, and where do I want to go. Only when people are in heaven and earth can they see heaven and earth.
I like a saying recently: Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand; there is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust. Coincidentally, the Sixth Patriarch who said this sentence is from my hometown.
He also has a saying that I like very much: It is not the wind that moves, nor the flags that move, but the heart of a benevolent person.
The essence of life is to see through "emptiness"; and the nature of living is the heartbeat of a benevolent person.
So there is no such thing as cause and effect.
It is always only the heart of the benevolent.
Don't you plan to update it? It's really beautiful www
The Boss Carries a Small Milk Bottle with Him
The introduction was originally updated in the text, but it doesn't seem to be displayed. Very strange. Post it in the comment section. "Instead, I set my sights on more distant sentient beings" - Reader, Gu He Dear friends, it's been a long time. It has been nearly two years since the first part of "Fantasy Spring" was completed. A lot has happened in these two years. Yesterday, I got my college results. Today is June 5, 2026, the day when my university student card expires. If nothing unexpected happens, I will attend the graduation ceremony at the end of July. I completed my student status. June 29th is the day when my London house will be rented out. After this, I will have nowhere to stay in London. June 29, 2024, was the day my grandmother passed away. But I can barely remember it. In my mind, regarding life and death, I always have this thought: If I die one day, I hope that I will not be remembered. Because remembering a dead person makes loving him or her painful. Those who hate it probably don't remember it and don't care. So if you don't want the pain of loving it, maybe forgetting it isn't a bad thing. Sometimes I wonder if I can't remember many things. Is it because of my poor memory or the deepest wishes my grandmother gave me after she passed away? The first part of "Fantasy" stops at the eleven days before my grandmother's death. I was in my hometown of Zhaoqing at that time, and it was a memory of continuous rain and endless green. Grandma is ill, with bitter phlegm and medicinal gas. In the chaotic bedroom, people are with each other, and diseases follow each other. I swung past those crumbling lives. I've forgotten a lot. If I hadn't been writing the introduction, perhaps I would have almost forgotten the anniversary of my death. I have a good memory, so she told me before she left that it was rare for me to be confused. So I was confused and blindly rushed towards a glimmer of clarity. I was enjoying myself so much that it seemed like I had never lost anything. I fill every insight I have with a vast array of people and things. Academic pressure, social fatigue. I am tireless and I enjoy it. I am like a tireless machine, but I have not thought about my works for a long time. At first, I thought it was because my classwork was too heavy. Since the completion of the first part, the second part has been discontinuous. The written works are not a system of articles. Like a dream, scattered and tiny. It's like an opening scene, but it's hard to get to the point. But I guess my instincts are still sharp. Because I didn't really understand it until today. I haven't fully realized the main theme of the second part. Because I haven't really thought seriously about the meaning of living. I am good at imitating suffering, but I am not good at finding enough suitable reasons to write about the courage to live. As a result, the work was stagnant, and the characters seemed to have their souls sucked out, unable to survive. I leave many complex problems in my works, just like I face in my life. Why do people want to live? For me, the works are real, and I work with and reminisce deep in my soul. This is something that no deep relationship can ever replace. Because no matter how we interact with anyone, the essence is the intersection between one person and another. No matter how hard we try, we can never truly fill the deepest loneliness and indifference in our hearts. Because people have their own paths, and they have to walk on their own. Here, for me, the work seems to have become the deepest connection between me and the deepest and loneliest path in my heart. Works cannot deceive people. When the author asks his heart, the work also asks his heart. Compared with any extravagant choice of words and sentences, if a work loses its core, no matter how gorgeous its appearance is, it will only be a greater emptiness. So I stopped, and stopped for a long, long time. I paused for a long time, until one day, I met a person who said the true meaning: But Cici. I gradually realized that I have to live according to my own judgment and logic, even if I am stupid, even if I always make mistakes, then I will suffer. In fact, there is no right or wrong in anything under the sun, and there is no absolute meaning. And good or bad is only based on relationships, positions, and individuals. When he is my close friend, I will not be able to watch his frustration without being indifferent. So this sentence sounds like my friend is willing to surrender. It is a bad intention to be discouraged. And when it returns to only me, this individual, this independent Mo Xiao Chuxin, Cici is Cici, Cici is this person's close friend, it is impossible to watch her jump into the fire pit without stopping her. But Mo Xiaochuxin was not. Mo Xiao Chu Xin is just Mo Xiao Chu Xin. So when Mo Xiaochuxin read this passage again, he felt that it was indeed correct. People always have their own path, everyone has it, just as the old monk said: The ancient Taoist master. A long time ago, under the words of the chapter [Ancient Monk], I left a paragraph of my interpretation and thoughts about the "Ancient Taoist Master". I once said: I actually especially like the artistic conception of "Ancient Taoist Master". People's various journeys in the past are like traveling on ancient roads. Gains and losses come over and over again, which is ordinary. Many things that are noisy at the moment, if you look back on them in the future, you will be surprised that they happened a long time ago. When the monk talked about the "ancient Taoist priest" to the eldest lady, I can always think of an image. Everyone comes in his own way. For people, this kind of road is not a kind of "ancient road". And when the monk said these words, it seemed like two travelers were cherishing each other. An almost equal position. I have never dared to judge your suffering, but I understand your difficulty. Because in those moments, I was the same as you. It is difficult for one person to truly bear the cause and effect of another person, so there is no need to mention whether he is saved or not. So I often think that most of the time, people have to go on their own. Because of this, I feel that all the words I have to say to others and myself, and looking at the past, only say one sentence in the end: The ancient Taoist Master. Therefore, the eldest lady will walk on a path without attachment, worry, worry, and fear. I think if there is no intersection between people, then you are you and I am me. Wherever you go, I go, we will never meet, and there will be no intersection. As for why people want to participate in the cause and effect of others at some times, perhaps it is because the intersection gives rise to care, so they want to protect them from suffering. I often think of a saying that I can't bear to see his death if he hears about it. Through the intersection, people gain insight into a person's suffering and develop empathy. So I saw and heard some sounds that I shouldn't have seen or heard. "I" heard of his life, so he couldn't bear to see his death. This gave rise to "superfluous" pity. This is where you "participate" in the cause and effect of others. Is this a kind of "Guanyin"? Most of the time in this world, people always learn to be indifferent. Human beings are not like plants and trees, they can be hurt and hurt, so they endure hardships, suffer pain, learn to avoid it, and learn to leave it behind. I sometimes wonder if we pursue a kind of dramatic love and hate in literary and artistic works because of the unnecessary and unnecessary care that one person has because of another person. Why is that kind of caring so fascinating? Because the essence of life is to move towards a kind of isolation. No matter how connected we are in this life, we will be alone when we die. Now that I want to start creating again, I must face this isolation. People want to travel together and are willing to reproduce and combine in order to resist such isolation. Feel the closeness in the vastness of desire. Love, material desires, and desires are endless, driving people to live like this. People enjoy control or being controlled in their desires. It seems that in some moments, they can resist impermanence. Or maybe they have a desire to talk, communicate with each other about their moods, and fight against loneliness in the midst of uncertainty. It is also possible to sink into a world without caring about worldly affairs. Humans have their vulnerabilities to AI. Loves to eat, loves to sleep, and is afraid of fatigue. Afraid of hardship, afraid of difficulty, afraid of loneliness. It is precisely because of its fragility that greatness is born, such as love and compassion. For example, the insight is that all living beings suffer. And loneliness, for the author, is the most tragic nutrient in the work. In the world, among love and desire, people live and die alone, go and come alone. It is precisely because of his isolation that the spiritual territory can be found within. When people are alone in the world, they have the energy to think about: who am I, where do I come from, and where do I want to go. Only when people are in heaven and earth can they see heaven and earth. I like a saying recently: Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand; there is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust. Coincidentally, the Sixth Patriarch who said this sentence is from my hometown. He also has a saying that I like very much: It is not the wind that moves, nor the flags that move, but the heart of a benevolent person. The essence of life is to see through "emptiness"; and the nature of living is the heartbeat of a benevolent person. So there is no such thing as cause and effect. It is always only the heart of the benevolent.
Don't you plan to update it? It's really beautiful www