The Sword Comes

The author, Wen Qing, is seriously ill and suggests that he should study "The Fighting Swordsman in the Snow" to practice what is called writing.

Haven't you ever thought about why you, a newbie, only have 10 million words and only have so many monthly votes? 🤔? How can a newbie become so popular when he stops updating every day and asks for leave every day? If you are a newbie, just update more. The most important thing is persistence. I believe you will definitely get better. Come on 😡😡😡

The author is really amazing. He has almost 12 million words and only has 1,000 collections. I don't know how the author persists. A role model for our generation!

I was in jail the year I published the book, and he hadn't finished it when I came out 😅

I have a lot of questions, as follows: 1. Why did "Sword Come" come to the starting point? I haven't seen it before 2. How many years have it been since I wrote the book, why haven't I finished it yet 3. I felt very tired when I read this book, I wonder if you are the same 4. Which one is better, "Sword Comes" or "Swordsman in the Snow"

Hello, Mr. Chen, I am from Gushi County, Xinyang, Henan. One of my brothers died suddenly of a heart attack on the morning of February 11, 2025. He loved reading your books during his lifetime, and told me that he had accompanied the 18th Grandmaster at Jubeicheng Station. For a month, he has been following "Sword Comes", reading novels and anime. He also complained about the ending some time ago, but I know he really likes to read it, so I would like to have a copy of it signed by you or something to burn for him, okay? Thank you again.

As we all know, it is not easy to truly understand "Jian Lai". Only by experiencing many truths can you understand that the author really got it right. Putting aside the reasoning, I hereby recommend a very simple way to read the book: You regard all the characters who have appeared in "Jian Lai", no matter big or small, as the clones of one person. As long as you can piece together the image of this person, then congratulations, you have understood "Jian Lai".

With hard work, the talent is there. If you keep updating three times a day for a few years, you might be able to sign a contract with a big star. Don't imitate the Tiancan Tudou next door. He has good talent, but he is lazy, so he is still at level 5 after writing for several years. He only knows how to spray pesticides through live broadcast every day. This is not going to work.

The past is over, Chen Ping'an thought that he and Ning Yao would eventually become a legitimate couple and stay together forever, so he and Ning Yao hit it off immediately and organized a grand wedding. This matter spread throughout the world, and on the day they got married, all Taoist friends came to their door one after another to congratulate them with gifts. There were many visitors, including familiar faces and new ones, and Chen Pingan thanked them all. When the auspicious time came, Xi Niang shouted: "Please invite the bride——!" As soon as the words fell, everyone present looked around and saw a beautiful figure slowly walking up the stairs, with a phoenix crown and a rosy hat, and a graceful step. Compared with the married woman painted in the book, seeing it with your own eyes was more shocking. Ning Yao, Ning Yao, this is his Ning Yao. For some reason, Chen Ping'an suddenly became nervous and couldn't help but tighten his sleeves. However, as he waited for the familiar figure to come with the help of the maid, his panicked heartbeat returned to calm involuntarily, with uncontrollable joy. Chen Pingan's eyebrows were curved, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand, and whispered: "Come on, Miss Ning." Ning Yao couldn't see the road with her hijab on her head, so she put her hand on Chen Pingan's palm and pinched the flesh of his palm carefully at an angle that no one else could see, "What did you call me?" She was really pinching, not a paper tiger. However, Chen Pingan was not afraid of pain at all. He did not even retract his hand. He smiled slightly and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "If you don't like it, you can change it to someone you like in the bridal chamber tonight." Now Chen Pingan couldn't help it anymore and said softly: "It hurts a bit." Ning Yao: "You deserve it." She was not really angry. Chen Pingan knew that, but he patted her hand gently, slowly clasped her fingers, and walked towards the festive red auditorium ahead. One worships the heaven and the earth, the other worships the high hall, the husband and wife worship each other. "The ceremony is done-" Xiniang said, smiling happily, she asked two maids to help the bride and take her to the wedding room. Chen Pingan watched Ning Yao's back go away. He didn't look back until he disappeared around the corner of the corridor. The wedding banquet was grand and there were many guests. Chen Pingan stayed to accompany the banquet, and occasionally chatted with some old friends, listening to each other's experiences over the years. He only said that the world is full of changes, and all living beings are suffering and wasting time. He toasted his old friend a glass of wine, lamenting the other's hardships and the help he had given him, and then toasted another glass of wine to their friendship over so many years. From his youth to the present, Chen Ping'an's state of mind has undergone earth-shaking changes. Now when he talks about it, his tone is relaxed and natural, and he talks about the past calmly. Regardless of pain or happiness, they are all blended into the glass of wine, and he drinks it down in one gulp. He grinned and smiled happily, because tonight he could see the only and most beautiful bride in his life, and that was girl Ning. The word "girl" may sound polite to others, but to Chen Ping'an, he inexplicably missed his childhood self calling Ning Yao this way. At first, he was not familiar with her, so he called her out of politeness and respect. Later, as he got acquainted with her, he gradually felt that this title became more friendly, maybe because she was Ning Yao. Others can be others, but there is only one Ning Yao. Chen Ping'an accompanied him around at the wedding banquet. Even though he had trained his drinking ability, he was still a little overwhelmed. There were too many people trying to trick him. Even so, he still felt extremely happy. He was surrounded by laughter and children clapping and applauding, celebrating his good marriage. In the end, because Chen Ping'an didn't want to stain his wedding clothes, his anger settled in his Dantian, he concentrated his energy and used his internal strength to dissipate the alcohol odor, which made him feel better and his head was less dizzy. If you use your power to turn alcohol into alcohol, they will definitely laugh at you if this is spread. Chen Pingan was like this because she didn't want to smell the strong and pungent alcohol to Ning Yao. Although she also drank, today was a special day after all, so she couldn't act carelessly. Time passed minute by second, the wedding was over, the wine was drunk, and after some teasing, night fell. Chen Pingan said goodbye to Hao Zhao and everyone else, and was pushed to the wedding room where Ning Yao was. Those people knew how to use their discretion and left after a short while of pushing and shoving. Chen Pingan was alone on the road, walking neither fast nor slow. He was afraid that he would not be able to wait if he was too slow, or too anxious if he was too fast. People are so contradictory. Chen Pingan walked through the vermilion corridor, feeling the coolness of the night breeze, and became more sober from his faint drunkenness. "Plop" sounded, Chen Pingan heard the sound and looked away, and saw ripples on the surface of the clear green pond, just as a koi carp swam by. After the ripples calmed down, a clear silver shadow was reflected on the calm water, as round as a jade plate and as white as flawless. It turns out that tonight is the night of the full moon. Chen Pingan stopped here for a moment and continued to move forward. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the wedding room, he stopped at the door and stopped moving forward. After a long time, he gently pushed the door in and closed it firmly with a small "squeak" sound. Then he leaned against the door and looked at the red flowers in the room, and couldn't help but be startled. "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you come over and lift your hijab?" Ning Yao's voice came from inside. Chen Ping'an came back to his senses, straightened the collar of the wedding robe, and walked inside step by step. After a moment of concentration, he picked up the prepared wedding scale and walked to Ning Yao. His hands were shaking uncontrollably. Fortunately, Ning Yao didn't see it. As if he was afraid that she would be impatient, Chen Pingan gently pursed his lips and lifted the hijab with a wedding scale. Under the hijab, the familiar face was covered with light and elegant makeup. Inexplicably, it looked more charming and virtuous than usual, which made it even more stunning. Chen Pingan held the scale tightly and looked away involuntarily. Ning Yao raised his eyebrows, "Why, it doesn't look good?" Chen Pingan shook his head, and then nodded again. Ning Yao asked: "What do you mean?" Chen Ping'an: "... It's very beautiful." Ning Yao smiled and rolled his eyes, bright and clear, "Where is the beauty? Don't say 'everywhere is beautiful', it's too boring." "..." In response to the teasing, Chen Pingan slowly turned his head and looked at her quietly, as if he was sizing up the makeup, and seemed to want to take this moment to remember her appearance, "The eyebrows are long and slender, and the lipstick is bright red. It is very delicate and beautiful." Ning Yao couldn't help laughing, "How can lipstick be used as a metaphor for 'bright red'? Maybe it would be better if you change the word." Chen Pingan thought about it carefully, "Bright red." Ning Yao nodded and praised it generously, "Smart." Because she had been sitting for a long time, she was a little tired and uncomfortable, so she moved her body and asked Chen Pingan to help her take off the phoenix crown. During the picking process, Chen Pingan had some difficulty. Later he realized that it was not easy for a married girl to wear such a heavy gold crown. He carefully removed the golden crown, followed suit, used a wooden comb to comb Ning Yao's loose long hair, and asked: "Are you hungry?" Ning Yao sat in front of the mirror, looked at his face in the mirror, and smiled: "Fortunately, I'm not very hungry." Chen Pingan: "Shall I make noodles for you?" Ning Yao smiled, "No, eating too much at night is not good for your health." Chen Pingan nodded, put down the comb, and began to loosen his golden crown. Their wedding clothes are custom-made, each piece fits well, and each piece is also exquisite, complicated and expensive. It will inevitably take a lot of effort to disassemble. Take this golden crown for example. Chen Pingan accidentally tied a knot in his hair and couldn't take it off, so he had to ask Ning Yao for help. Ning Yao first made fun of Chen Ping'an a few times, and then asked him to squat down. She worked with the top of his hair skillfully and flexibly, and finally successfully removed the golden crown. Chen Pingan breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. Seeing how much she was wearing, he asked without thinking, "Do you want to take off your coat? The pearls inlaid on it seem a bit heavy." "Okay, it's a bit hot anyway." Ning Yao took off his coat, and Chen Pingan helped take care of it and folded it on the table. Next, the two parties looked at each other in silence, and the room was silent for a while. Ning Yao sat on the edge of the couch and hesitated for a while, "Well, do you want to... Come and sleep together?" Chen Ping'an blinked and said, "Okay." He walked over, but Ning Yao became more and more nervous, and finally became defensive and shrank into the bed, "Wait, let's sleep half of each other!" Chen Ping'an sighed and said with a helpless smile: "Okay." He took off his robe, put on his middle coat, and lay flat on the outer bed, without any hint of dishonesty. Seeing this, Ning Yao breathed a sigh of relief and fell asleep. He took out the embroidery needle from the couch frame and shot it out with a snap of his fingers, extinguishing the last light and the room was instantly dark. After an unknown amount of time, Ning Yao got his head out of the bed and looked at Chen Ping'an's sleeping face peacefully, feeling furious. She is so nervous that she can't sleep now, but he is actually sleeping so soundly? ! How unreasonable! Out of anger, Ning Yao did not interrupt Chen Ping'an's sleep. He must have drunk a lot of wine today when he was socializing with those people. Although the wine taste was light, who knows if he used his internal power to dispel it? By the moonlight, Ning Yao looked at Chen Ping'an's peaceful sleeping face in trance. He couldn't help but crawl over and gently kissed his forehead, very slowly and lightly, as if he was afraid of waking up the person next to him. But no matter how careful Ning Yao was, Chen Pingan still opened his eyes gently and looked at her tenderly, "Can't sleep?" Ning Yao hesitated for a moment, then admitted frankly and nodded. Chen Pingan looked at her and said nothing. The air was terrifyingly quiet. Suddenly, Ning Yao covered Chen Pingan's eyes with both hands and whispered, "Don't move." "Okay." Chen Pingan didn't move, and waited for a long time, feeling that his lips were touched by something warm and cool. He was stunned, his mind went blank, and before he could fully react, this dream-like kiss fell again, carefully, long and jerky, with uncontrollable trembling. Chen Ping'an's back stiffened, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, stumbling like her, and slowly became familiar with the other person. He grabbed her blindfolded hand and squeezed it tightly. The warmth in his palm seemed to tell her not to be afraid, and at the same time he gently stroked her back with his other hand. Ning Yao was no longer as nervous as before, and let Chen Pingan hold his hand and kiss it slowly. Soon, Chen Ping'an's warm hands wrapped around her lower back, turned her over and hugged her down, placed his index finger between her teeth, and said, "Bite if it hurts." Under the moonlight, the pond was full of fish. In the dark room, the colorful tents are intertwined; the hazy dream scene is like seeing a beautiful woman. ——End—— Oh my God! There is hard work even without merit, fellow Taoists! I wrote for two and a half hours! Power for love! Give it a thumbs up and go away, fellow Taoists! ! ! Part 2: Added some inconspicuous details, just over 3,000 words. ps: I have posted all the warnings and reading tips in the comments. I only remember the appearance of the boy Chen Ping'an and the girl Ning Yao. I don't know much about their adult stories, so this article is more focused on the youth period that has just matured. The characters will definitely be a bit OOC (ooc notes are included in the comments) So, just have fun watching it. After all, I am only a college student in my early twenties. I have never experienced mature relationships, and I am not very good at writing. My mentality and experience are not at that level. Please be tolerant! ! ! 🤓🤓🤓

Summary of the latest version of Luolu Mountain's genealogy: ps1: Ping'an has entered the realm of immortality; ps2: Zhao Zhu has been recorded as a famous guest.