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The short version:
I'm the greatest swordsman under heaven. One day, I suddenly lost all my martial arts and my right hand was crippled. My old classmates insult and mock me, and the pretty boy I just met looks down on me. Venmo me $50 and hear out my revenge plan!
The long version:
Can a swordsman who has lost all his martial arts and has a crippled right hand still be called a swordsman?
Can a swordsman who is afraid to hold his sword and drinks himself into a stupor still be called a swordsman?
Ten years after the fall of the martial world, Wang Deyi is living in seclusion beyond the frontier with a friend when the son of a princess arrives from thousands of miles away, asking him to help find his missing husband. Wang Deyi thinks it's just an ordinary case of someone running away from home, but his friend soon follows after them and vanishes without a trace. Upright sects "switching sides," monsters and demons eking out a living underground, painful memories, a journey that brings two people closer... He's no longer a swordsman. Has he become a detective instead?
The way of the sword must end, but a swordsman's heart cannot be reclaimed once lost.
Yet that winter, he still raised a cup with his ugly, trembling right hand and wished him smooth sailing and no rivals from then on.
May the moon in heaven stay with us over wine, its pure light always shining on the young man's head.
A tsundere, beautiful younger top and a gentle, capable (?) married-man top x a crude bottom who has lost all martial arts and isn't just a little debauched
In a way, it's a red rose and a white rose. But everyone knows roses have thorns.
A plot-driven story.
[Here's a Republic of China period drama blurb for an upcoming novel] See my author page: A Heart Like Iron
In 1912, to escape the turmoil, the eighteen-year-old Manchu nobleman Sagudaji Lan cut off his queue, packed his belongings, and set out from Beijing to seek refuge with his uncle, who lived far away in the northeast. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. His carriage was rolling along the road, and he was eating hot pot and singing, when bandits suddenly robbed him!
The legendary bandit Wanshan Xue was eight feet tall, with a hideous face. From the moment he entered the fray, he defeated three notorious veteran bandits in succession and became a tyrant of the mountains. To escape with his life from under Wanshan Xue's thumb, Jilan had no choice but to play along and infiltrate the vicious bandit den. He infiltrated it so successfully that he nearly became its chief, under the alias Xuelihong.
Later, when they met again, it was a winter night. He'd gotten dead drunk with his rowdy friends, and after they parted, he staggered alone through a narrow alley. The pitch-black muzzle of a gun pressed against the back of his head.
He smiled and raised his hands, hearing the low, familiar voice of the man behind him.
"You left without pulling out the incense stick."
He smiled silently, then suddenly felt two streams of tears run down his face before the north wind turned them cold.
"Turn around. I don't shoot people in the back."
With his hands still raised, he turned around. At some point, tears had begun streaming down his face. He closed his eyes, facing the dark barrel of the gun.
There was no pain from a matchlock or a knife. Instead, a burning-hot body fell into his arms. Carrying him, he trudged through the alley and took him home, laughing and crying like a madman, murmuring:
"Boss... We have a home... We're going home..."
A beautiful, vicious fallen noble top x a bold, handsome bandit bottom
The blurb is from the top's point of view, but the novel is mainly from the bottom's point of view.
A story about two homeless men searching for a home.
Some source material comes from Cao Baoming's The Northeast Bandit Notes and Bandits of the Northeast. Estimated length: 500,000 words.
Theme: Sisyphus must believe he is happy.
Chapter 92... Chapter 92, Xue Shi hasn't eaten meat yet, is this ridiculous? 😭
Although the content is quite sad, the title really made me laugh to death
I really like Folding Sword... It's rare to write something with this strange martial arts flavor. It's written so well and it perfectly fits my xp (wipe away tears). If Balsamic Knife is a delicious story, then Folding Sword is an unforgettable story... Looking back, every character is well designed, from the protagonist to the villain to all the supporting roles. The character anchors are very interesting. In fact, in the middle of the process, I didn't know how Yali would face a life with all his talents lost, and how Yuetishiyali would rebuild the old relationship (well, actually, he didn't rebuild it!). Fortunately, the teacher was unbearably gentle to his role, so that everyone could continue with hope 😭 After reading the original ending of Yukishiyali, I actually felt that this treatment might be more unforgettable for readers, but being so cold is painful for both the creator and the reader 😭 Fortunately, there is a particularly perfect ending now... So happy 😭
Beautiful and handsome. . . Beautiful and handsome 🥺 🥺 How can I live without being handsome?
Xiaohong's daily life: looking for Yali, taking care of the children, playing with the mistress [join 10][join 10][join 10]
Ouch, ouch, snow, this gentle little thing is pressing forward to boil the frog in warm water step by step... Xiaohong, this Hedong lion's roar (not), Yali, this piece of wood!!! Oh my God, I still think "we are just friends" in my heart. I can't stop laughing. How talented he is in swordsmanship and how emotionally slow he is.
In the middle of writing the paper, it suddenly occurred to me that I had an idea that I forgot to write in the message, so I ran back... I'm sorry, I'm so rude, please bear with me... Although I love Xiaoxue very much, and sleeping together is of course a very happy ending, but I still feel that it is really regretful that Xiaoxue was not treated as a mouse by Shui Dumpling (it seems that Shui Dumpling is really good to Xiaoxue, and it is completely loving mom). I'm sorry Xiaoxue, I hope that your death is actually for your own good, so that you can become the white moonlight that Yali can never forget in her heart (escape
Although I haven't read the teacher's previous book, this one is very well written. The emotional line and the plot line are both equally important, the character creation is particularly vivid, and the relationship between the protagonists is also very natural. Moreover, when reading the teacher's writing, I feel that it has the charm of ancient dragon, but it also has its own soul. I really like reading martial arts novels, but in recent years the field of writing martial arts has become increasingly sluggish, and there are fewer and fewer good martial arts novels. Teacher, this book should be the most amazing martial arts novel about beauty that I have seen in recent years. I hope that my wife will continue writing and I look forward to meeting my wife in the next one!
It's so beautiful, short, concise and endlessly memorable. There is no piling of words, only a strong sense of pictures and a strong intertwining of love and hate. Teacher, I want to read your articles for the rest of my life.
Finished spreading flowers! The writing contains both Gu Long's chivalrous spirit and Lao She's businesslike spirit, both mystical and mystical political battles to destroy military power, and lively and moving bickering and slapstick. It really feels like following the people in the book to experience their stories. Although the test of Ah Song's parents really makes people wonder, "Huh? That's it?", But all art comes from life, so it's not impossible. In the third volume, Yali and Xiaohong's relationship develops by leaps and bounds. We were already prepared for the two of them to continue fighting for another 300 chapters, but they ended up going straight to home plate! Young couples are very efficient (my aunt laughs). By the way, I'm looking forward to a snow episode 🙏🙏🙏