It's Raining Heavily in This World [Modern Martial Arts]

[Third person copywriting] Ever since he inherited the notebook left by his master, Ran Langling's life has never been peaceful again. From ninety-nine to three and a half years old, as close as her fellow disciples and as far away as a hermit in Southeast Asia, they all stared covetously at the "sword manual" in the notebook left to her by her master. Ran. Born with sword bones. Female college student. Ling Ling: In what era are you still thinking about martial arts secrets and dominating the world? No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you can't resist Dongfeng Express, okay? Wake up, I died early in the morning. However, contrary to expectations, the malicious "martial arts people" around her are still like endless lawn grass, one after another, endlessly. Among them, Cha Qianjue is undoubtedly the most tenacious and the most difficult to deal with. Cha Qianjue tested her for three years in order to see her use her sword once, and she also stayed with him for three years. Ran Linngling thought that she was tired of this man who was as shrewd as a fox and had an overly romantic smile. Until she accidentally got involved in the grudges of the older generation due to an old incident from her youth. And when he stood in front of her, covered with scars, but still showed her a familiar smile, It was only when she wrote that she suddenly realized that the dull pain that arose in those entangled temptations turned out to be caused by the heartbeats in the smallest details. "I have written so many sad songs about leaving others, why is it so difficult to leave them when it is my turn? I walked through so many heavy rains, and only you tried to open an umbrella to shield my soaked soul. " ———————————— [First person copywriting] When I was fifteen years old, my best friend died in front of me and was broken into pieces, so I never dared to pick up the sword again. When I was twenty-two years old, the boy I liked stood in front of me, and his wounds were dripping with blood, so I picked up the sword again to protect him. Master told me that holding a sword is not for killing, but for defense. When I was young, I thought this was telling me to fight injustice, but now I understand. A sword manual, two families, three generations of obsessions, a panicked youth, and a period of turmoil hidden in the modern city. ————————— The ancient and youthful pain stories covered in martial arts are both ancient and ancient. Both the male and female protagonists are proud and awkward. There is a sub-CP, but it does not account for a large proportion. It is basically for plot service, and the sub-CP will not be written separately. The cover was taken by the author himself, and the model featured is a friend. Intention: No matter how painful the past was, we must get out of despair and start again.